Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 1598 Ghost King
The breeze came slowly, and a wine flag fluttered in the wind, and a faint aroma of wine floated into the distance, tempting passers-by.At this roadside shop, several people were resting and drinking. Among them was a middle-aged man who was very impressive. He was dressed as a scholar and had an aura of calmness and dignity in his elegance.

"Shopkeeper, what kind of wine is this? I have drunk countless good wines, but there are not many that can match this wine." The scribe asked after taking a sip, closing his eyes to appreciate it.

The owner of the store is an old man, but he doesn't look old. He laughed and said, "This is the secret recipe handed down from my old Li's family. It not only relieves hunger, but also strengthens the body by taking a sip from time to time."

The scribe was about to say something, but suddenly stopped, looked towards the road, and saw a man and a woman approaching slowly, the man was handsome and the woman was charming.

"Shop, a customer is here." The scribe said with a smile, stopped talking, and tasted the nameless wine.

The man and the woman were Yang Cong and Jin Ping'er. Yang Cong had smelled the fragrance of the wine a long time ago, so he sat down on an empty table and said with a smile, "Shopkeeper, the wine here smells really good. I'm so far away from you." Just smell it."

The old man laughed, and said: "I see that the little brother is also a person who understands wine, wait a moment, little brother, I will serve you wine."

"Thank you." Yang Cong sat down and looked at the people. The scribe seemed to feel something. He turned around and smiled and raised his glass.

When Jin Ping'er entered the small shop, she never took her eyes off the scribes, and her eyes were a little apprehensive.

After a while, the fine wine came to the table. Yang Cong couldn't wait to take a sip and exclaimed, "Good wine!"

Jin Ping'er rolled his eyes at him, and said: "What's so good about this wine, it's so spicy."

Yang Cong smiled and said, "If you don't drink it, you won't know how good it is."

At this time, the scribe came over, holding a wine glass, and asked: "Little brother is also a fellow, do you mind if I take a seat?"

Yang Cong glanced at the scribe, and said, "Just come for a drink, you are indeed a fellow, this table is not mine, you don't need to ask me if you want to sit down."

The scribe laughed: "Cheer up! Little brother, I offer you a toast."

Yang Cong drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this, the scribes looked more appreciatively, and asked, "I don't know the name of the little brother?"

Yang Cong said, "Yang Cong." It's extremely impolite not to ask the scholar's name.

But the scribes didn't care too much, and said, "Yang Cong, what a name, why don't you ask my name?"

Yang Cong smiled: "There is no need for this. Maybe we are just passers-by in each other's lives. Maybe we forget it after the incident. Why ask?"

The scribe was taken aback, and said: "Little brother is really a wonderful person. My surname is Wan, and I am famous."

Yang Cong said: "Good name! Wan..."

Yang Cong suddenly stopped talking, looked at him with burning eyes, and said in his heart, "It's him!"

The scribe didn't care about Yang Cong's gaze, and said flatly, "Why?"

Yang Cong smiled: "It's okay, it's just that I have an elder named Wan, and my mind was distracted for a while."

"Oh, I don't know the name of the little brother's elder?" the scribe said casually.

Yang Cong looked at him firmly, and said, "Wan Jianyi! I think you must know him."

The scribe stopped drinking, his eyes flickered, and he said after a long time, "I know."

Yang Cong stopped talking and drank fine wine leisurely. Ten thousand people stared deeply, thinking about their own thoughts, and didn't speak any more.

Jin Ping'er's wonderful eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, fidgeting restlessly.

Wan Wanqian smiled suddenly and said: "The little brother should be Yang Cong who recently betrayed Qingyun. Today, seeing him is really extraordinary, and he can be called a dragon and a phoenix among men."

Yang Cong: "I've heard the name of the Ghost King for a long time, but seeing it today, it's better to be famous than to meet."

There are two meanings in this statement, one is that meeting is worse than being famous, and the other is that it is better not to see each other.

The ghost king looked at Yang Cong and didn't speak for a long time, while Jin Ping'er on the side was already on guard.

The ghost king took a look at Jin Ping'er, and said to Yang Cong, "I heard my daughter mention you a long time ago, and seeing you today, no wonder my daughter can't forget you."

Yang Cong smiled: "Baguio girl Zhong Tiandi is so beautiful, I also win my heart."

The ghost king said: "I want to marry my little girl to you. Look at it."

"Of course I can't ask for it, but I'm a dissolute person, so I'm afraid I can't stick to it." Yang Cong said.

The Ghost King looked at Jin Ping'er and asked, "Is it because of her?"

Yang Cong laughed: "You underestimate me too much, I don't want one or two."

When Jin Ping'er saw the ghost king looking at her, she felt nervous for a while, and then she became annoyed when she heard Yang Cong's words. Is this girl not charming enough?
The Ghost King took a deep look at Yang Cong. Yang Cong looked calm, but he was also a little nervous. He could certainly hear the solicitation in the Ghost King's words, but facing this hero, Yang Cong felt unsure, so he gave up. The Ghost King Sect's idea of ​​reading the Heavenly Book will have to wait until he can face the Ghost King directly.

"The sword on your back is Dragon Slaying, can you lend me a look?" Ghost King asked instead of talking about Yang Cong and Bi Yao.

Yang Cong nodded, and generously handed him the Dragon Slaying Sword.

The ghost king took over Zhanlong, his eyes flickered, he sighed softly, and said: "Brother Wan was so magnificent back then, this sword made me wait so my headache was about to split."

Talking about Wan Jianyi's glorious years, Zhanlongjian seemed to feel something, trembling slightly, and the blue light flowed.

The ghost king returned Zhanlong to Yang Cong, and asked, "I wonder how brother Wan is doing?"

Yang Cong smiled and said, "Everything is fine."

The ghost king's smile froze, and he said: "I really miss the fight with Brother Wan back then, I don't know how is Brother Wan's cultivation now?"

Yang Cong shook his head and said, "The old man has stopped using weapons and sweeping the floor in the ancestor's ancestral hall. I don't know."

The ghost king nodded: "This dragon-slaying sword is restrained, and it seems that it has not killed anyone for a long time. But this makes the power of this sword to a higher level, and there is no danger of backlash when using it. This is why Brother Wan will give this sword to you. Your reason."

Yang Cong asked: "Then do you know what Zhu Xian's evil spirit is like?"

The ghost king was taken aback, apparently he didn't expect Yang Cong to know that the Zhuxian sword had a strong evil spirit, which was the biggest secret in Qingyun, everyone in the world only knew that the ancient Zhuxian sword was powerful, but they didn't know that it had a strong evil spirit, and it was impossible to control it without advanced cultivation.

"It's not too late, the Immortal Execution Sword is so powerful that it's difficult for living beings to get close to it. What's wrong with you?" Ghost King asked.

Yang Cong sneered and said: "Weapons are used to kill people. How can there be no evil spirit? There is no difference between good and evil. The difference is only the person who uses the sword. If you use it for good, you will be good, and if you use it for evil, you will be evil."

The ghost king praised: "That's right, what's the difference between righteousness and demons?"

"However, the methods are different. Righteousness is not all righteousness, and demons are not all demons. A thought becomes a fairy, and a thought becomes a demon, all in one mind. Cultivation does not distinguish between righteousness and demons, but human hearts can distinguish righteousness from demons." Yang Cong has no deep-rooted righteousness and evil. In modern times, we are used to the harshness of the world, and dismiss the so-called distinction between good and evil.

The Ghost King Chijie praised: "I never thought that my little brother would have such insight. Then why do people in the world become immortals, and why do they fall into demons?"

Yang Cong glanced at him, and said: "The prosperity of the world is for profit, and the world's hustle and bustle is for profit."

The ghost king thought deeply, looking at the wine glass in his hand.

Yang Cong got up and said to the dazed Jin Ping'er, "Let's go."

"Ah? Oh." Jin Ping'er looked at Yang Cong with sparkling eyes, and silently followed.

The ghost king came back to his senses, looked at the backs of the two people going away, shook his head and said: "He taught me, it's interesting, haha."

"Shopkeeper, thank you for your wine. Let me go." Ghost King calmed down and got up.

The old man looked at the direction in which the two groups of people left, and murmured: "How many people can see through it?"

The setting sun slanted to the west, dyeing the clouds in the sky, and the sunlight elongated the figure of the person. Yang Cong and Jin Ping'er looked at an inconspicuous mountain peak in front of them, and saw that the mountain was neither high nor magnificent, but extremely ordinary. It's just that the sun mottled the ground through the thick leaves, adding a little mystery.

"You remember correctly, after all, it is a big sect, and the sect is here?" Yang Cong said in disbelief.

Jin Ping'er smiled and said: "Why, isn't this place bad? Even if you don't believe it, who would have thought that the Hehuan Sect is hidden here."

Yang Cong thought so too, the eyes of the world are all looking at places that look extraordinary, who would care about such hills that can be seen everywhere.

Jin Ping'er smiled and said: "Don't think about it, let's go, welcome to Yinfeng Mountain."

Yang Cong was taken aback, and asked, "Why isn't it called Hidden Dragon or something, but Yinfeng?"

"Because most of my sect's disciples are female, and the sect master is also a woman, why not Yinfeng?" Jin Ping'er turned her head and smiled.

"Yinfeng, that's quite appropriate." Yang Cong followed with a smile.

While walking, Yang Cong looked around, but found nothing unusual. No matter how you look at this mountain, it looks like a mountain that no one cares about.

Yang Cong held back his doubts, followed Jin Ping'er, and turned his attention to her, only to see that she was still wearing a bright yellow dress, swaying gracefully, with a willow waist, leaving her body fragrance on the way she walked.

Jin Ping'er walked up to a pile of rocks, and took out a jade token from his arms. The jade token floated automatically, emitting bursts of fluorescent light, and the pile of rocks suddenly burst into light. Yang Cong closed his eyes involuntarily, and when he opened them again The rocks disappeared, and a portal appeared in place, with a faint light shooting from the end.

Yang Cong was dumbfounded. Although he knew that there was a formation, he had never been able to see it. The scene in front of him should be a kind of formation - a phantom formation.

"Let's go, the door will be closed in a while, it will be troublesome to open." Jin Ping'er said to the surprised Yang Cong, and took the lead to enter the door.

Yang Cong followed and walked towards the end together with Jin Ping'er. The passage was artificially repaired, and all of them were covered with big rocks. After walking for a while, the two of them walked out of the passage. , like a paradise.

I saw that this place and the outside world are like another world, with flowers everywhere, colorful butterflies playing and coming and going, an arch bridge connecting the two worlds, and a clear river separating the place where Yang Cong is located and the opposite, and further inside, the magnificent building They are distributed in a patchwork pattern, and sometimes there are women with delicate and revealing clothes coming and going, either one person, or three or five people, and the laughter like silver bells comes with the wind.

"How about it, the scenery here is not bad." Jin Ping'er said not without color.

(End of this chapter)