The legend of Dukang

The Demon Cult was destroyed!

The leader of the demon sect was killed by an arrow through the heart of Du Yuesheng, the leader of the Yanyue League, on Huashan Mountain, and the remaining evils were wiped out by the Yanyue League in one fell swoop!The demon sect that has been a disaster for martial arts for many years has finally been wiped out!

The Battle of Huashan had just ended, and the news was like a thunder on the flat ground, and with a bang, it exploded throughout the rivers and lakes.The Yanyue League pulled out the cancer that had been entrenched in the Demon Sect for many years for Wulin, and everyone applauded.

However, behind every success there is a history of blood and tears!

In order to wipe out the Demon Cult, the Yanyue League also paid an extremely heavy price.Aside from the many heroes who died during the confrontation between the two sides, although the leader of the Demon Cult was killed by the leader of the Yanyue League, Du Yuesheng, on Mount Hua that day, Du Yuesheng also received a blow, slipped and fell off the cliff, and died young. regret.

It's a pity that the joy of victory is too inspiring. According to the "old rule" of reporting good news but not worrying, under the general trend of universal celebration, that sad thing is selectively ignored.Only a very small number of people feel a little bit emotional in the dead of night after the hustle and bustle is over.

No one can be invincible forever!Even the demon sect that once turned its hands into clouds and rain, will eventually be overthrown one day; even Du Yuesheng, who is the best in martial arts in the world, will one day be turned into loess; It will eventually be diluted by time.

The new leader of the Yanyue League was quickly elected, and amidst the applause, the day continued as usual.

A year has passed.

Two years have passed.

Three years have passed.

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Eight years later...

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, but such a heavy rain is still rare in a hundred years.At night, it was dark, the rain kept falling, and there were a few muffled thunders in the sky from time to time, mixed with lightning, flickering, adding a strange color to the earth.

This is a weather that even lonely souls and wild ghosts will not go out easily, except for those who have ghosts in their hearts...

Capital, Dingguohou Mansion.

In the middle of the night, the entire mansion was shrouded in humidity.On the Cuiting Lake in the corner of Hou Mansion, the majestic heavy rain splashed a layer of hazy water vapor on the lake, and the waterside promenade on the lake seemed to be shrouded in a haze of mist.

Suddenly, a faint yellow light appeared under the long corridor. It was uncertain in the confused heavy rain, like a little will-o'-the-wisp in the dark night. The light moved quickly on the corridor for a while and then disappeared into the darkness.

While wiping the rainwater that fell on his face, Fang Yunheng hurriedly stepped onto the corridor, completely ignoring the shouts of the servants behind him.Hurry up slowly, and finally arrived at the Hou Mansion on the eve of Ching Ming Festival.Although it is already this hour, it does not delay to give grandpa and grandma a stick of fragrance.Ever since Lao Dingguohou passed away, Fang Yunheng has always had this habit.Therefore, it also got the reputation of "Zhi Xiao".

"Fame!" Fang Yunheng couldn't help laughing at the thought of his second cousin Jieyou's expression when he satirized him.

It was still raining, and there was darkness ahead.I don't know when, suddenly there were a few strange sounds of "cracking" in my ears, like the cry of a person whose throat was strangled, and it was faintly visible mixed with the crackling rain.

Fang Yunheng stopped in his tracks and looked around blankly.

There were several thunderclaps in the sky, mixed with lightning, illuminating the dark corridor brightly.With the flickering lightning, Fang Yunheng seemed to see a strange figure standing a few steps ahead.The man's entire body was hidden in the darkness, only his white face was exposed, as if painted with a layer of ink, it was extraordinarily weird.

Fang Yunheng shook his head, and that face disappeared.He rubbed his eyes and was about to take a closer look when he suddenly heard some movement behind him.

Fang Yunheng was startled and turned around quickly.It turned out that the young man behind him chased after him, still holding a weak lantern in his hand.

The servant put the lantern on the ground, picked up the mink velvet cloak on his arm, put it on Fang Yunheng, and said, "Master Biao, it's cold, be careful." The servant's voice made Fang Yunheng calm down. , He grabbed the lantern on the ground and shone it forward. There was nothing in the empty porch.

"Master Biao, what are you looking for?" the boy asked strangely.

"It's nothing." Fang Yunheng breathed a sigh of relief, returned the lantern to the boy, and sighed inwardly: Did he see a ghost?Yes, tomorrow is Qingming.Thinking of this, Fang Yunheng also found it funny.He rubbed his sore eyes, wrapped the cloak around his body tightly, and said to the boy: "I've been busy traveling recently, and I'm a little tired."

While carefully holding the lantern to illuminate him, the boy said, "Master Biao has been working hard these past few days! It's so late, so let's rest early, it's not too late to offer incense to the old Hou Ye tomorrow."

"I've already come here, it's not a few steps away." Fang Yunheng said and strode forward.

The boy had no choice but to follow quickly.

The rain was very fast, and the bean-sized raindrops jingled on the tiles on the roof of the corridor, converging into a stream of water and flowing along the eaves of the corridor to the lake below the corridor.Go around a few turns and you will reach the end of the corridor.The ancestral hall is on the opposite side, separated by hazy rain and fog, as if separated by a layer of tulle.

The boy opened the umbrella, and Fang Yunheng took it over and said, "You just wait here, I can go there by myself."

The servant respectfully handed the lantern in his hand to Fang Yunheng, and whispered, "Master Biao, be careful."

Fang Yunheng took the lantern and carefully protected it from the rain, but when he looked up, he found a dim light in the ancestral hall, which disappeared after a while.Fang Yunheng was stunned for a moment, and when he looked again, darkness had returned to the ancestral hall, as if it was just an illusion.

Fang Yunheng couldn't help being surprised, and asked the servant beside him in a low voice, "Are there others in the ancestral hall?"

The boy was also dewy, he scratched his head, and said: "Master Hou and the three young masters have already rested for a while! Besides, it's so late and it's still raining, who will come!"

Fang Yunheng glanced at him, and the boy realized that he had said something wrong, and he hurriedly apologized with a smile on his face: "Of course, filial sons and grandsons like Young Master Biao are always an exception!"

Fang Yunheng snorted coldly and didn't bother with him. He was about to go over with the lantern in hand, when he suddenly thought of the strange face he saw on the corridor just now, and felt a little uncomfortable.

He turned back to the boy and said, "If you're not afraid of [-], just in case, you go and call the guards in the mansion!"

After all, the boy was young, seeing his serious expression, he lost his balance and ran away in a hurry.

Fang Yunheng put away the umbrella, extinguished the candle in the lantern, put it on the porch, and trotted all the way to the outside of the ancestral hall in the rain.The lights in the ancestral hall never came on again. Fang Yunheng carefully put his ear on the door and listened for a while, but there was no movement inside.Fang Yunheng couldn't help laughing secretly at himself for being too weak.He shook his head and was about to open the door to enter, when suddenly a strong force came from behind and pushed him into the ancestral hall.

Is there someone behind?Fang Yunheng was unprepared, broke through the door, and rolled to the ground of the ancestral hall in embarrassment, falling into the mud.He quickly supported the ground with his hands, and barely stabilized his figure to look back.There is nothing behind him, only the door of the ancestral hall is still swinging from side to side, making a creaking sound.

"Where are people?" Fang Yunheng quickly looked around, and found that the house was in a mess, with fruit cups and plates scattered all over the floor.

A few more flashes of lightning flashed in the sky, illuminating the rows of ancestor spirit tablets enshrined in the ancestral hall. On the altar in front of the spirit tablets, there was a person sitting cross-legged.This person was dressed in a shroud, with disheveled hair, half of his face was pale, while the other half of his face was hidden in the darkness, one eye stared straight at Fang Yunheng, like a bottomless black hole.

The strange cry of "cluck-cluck" sounded again, and a thought flashed in Fang Yunheng's mind: I can't really hit a ghost!

A few muffled thunders sounded, like the roar of thunder, almost shocking the depths of people's souls.A flash of lightning followed, illuminating the pale faces in the room.The rain is still falling, as if the angry god wants to wash away all the dust and dirt in the world, including the strong smell of blood...

Volume [-] Mystery of Xuantian Sword