“Haunted?”

Jiang Ping was stunned when he heard the news from the villagers.

"Yes, young master, since the Qingyun Sect was destroyed, the yin energy has been heavy. Many people say that they have seen ghosts on the mountain.

If a person goes up the mountain, he often faints for no reason. I heard that those tragic deaths are sucking people's essence and resting their energy.

I heard that once you faint, you will lose three years of life. Now no one dares to go up the mountain again."

A middle-aged woodcutter with a simple face whispered.

Jiang Ping rode a silver-scale horse and looked good, and he looked like a big shot. He named him, but the woodcutter dared not refuse to answer.

"Oh, but I saw that you were just coming down from the mountain, aren't you afraid?"

Jiang Ping asked.

The woodcutter smiled bitterly: "Young Master is joking, how can I not be afraid? But the ghosts on the mountain are also considered good ghosts, and I have never heard of anyone hurting their lives.

But everyone is afraid that no one dares to climb this mountain.

My son is about to get married, so I thought about cutting more firewood up the mountain without having to compete with others.

Besides, I won’t go deeper, just sit on the hillside, be careful, it’s okay. If I’m caught by a ghost, I’ll faint once and I’ll be three years away.

I can still afford to fight now, so I can't delay my son."

Jiang Ping was silent for a moment.

"I understand, thank you for your advice."

As he said that, he took out a silver leaf from his arms and handed it to the woodcutter.

"I don't dare to ask for it. Master, take it back. I just said a few words."

The woodcutter still wanted to refuse, but saw a flower in front of him and silver leaves fell in his arms.

The young man had already turned over and left without a trace, leaving only a faint laugh:

"Get your son married with the money. It's better to come less."

...

The former site of Qingyunmen.

There were two welcoming pine trees at the door, one was burned by fire and only the branches were left, and only the tops grew a little green.

The other tree had broken and fell to the ground, drying and turning yellow. Two new shoots were drawn out at the fracture and swinged in the wind.

Jiang Ping tied the horse to the broken wood.

Going in a little further, it is the practice ground for Qingyun Sect disciples. The originally smooth and neat bluestone square has also become bumpy, and gravel and dead leaves gather in piles. Only a little blood that has become dark and still tells people what has happened here.

The withered and black wood can be seen everywhere, and the broken house with the roof covered by the roof was opened. In just half a year, Qingyunmen seemed to have spent most of his life, and this life was broken.

Huh!

A gust of cool breeze suddenly blew on the back of the neck, as if someone was blowing behind the back.

The cooperation in the sky was also much darker, making people feel faintly shivered.

Sao!

Jiang Ping's figure suddenly disappeared.

A young man holding a wooden stick and approaching his feet were stunned and felt like he was seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

How could a good person suddenly disappear?

Huh Huh Huh!!!

A gust of cold wind sounded in his ears, his back began to get cold and cold sweats came out.

Damn it, I've been pretending to be a ghost for so long, isn't it really a ghost?

Then he heard a chuckle on his head:

"It's not strange to scare ghosts. It's strange to scare ghosts, you think so?"

The young man looked up in the voice and saw a man hanging upside down, looking at him face-to-face with a smiling face.

"Ah! Ghost!"

The young man screamed, and the wooden stick in his hand was so scared that he threw it away. His feet became soft, his eyes rolled, and he simply fainted decisively.

"Damn, so scary."

Jiang Ping fell down lightly and kicked the young man speechlessly, and found that he was soft and fainted.

"What's going on, little brother?"

"stop!"

However, the young man's screams also attracted the attention of others.

I saw a young man wearing black casual clothes and wearing a long sword with a sheath, jumping out of the ruins, trying to stop Jiang Ping from committing murder.

"People from Qingyun Sect?"

Jiang Ping tilted his head and asked.

The young man's eyes narrowed, and a murderous aura appeared in his eyes.

"Wait a moment!"

Jiang Ping suddenly stopped calling, as if he had remembered something, pointed at the young man and said:

"I remember you, you are the third disciple of Elder Cheng. What is that name... Cheng Feng's right?"

"Don't look at me like this. Everyone is my own. I am the one who is my own. Now I am the one who is the successor of the Qingyun Sect. I am here to make up for the procedure this time.

Elder Cheng should be on the mountain and take me to see him."

Jiang Ping said with a smile.

The young man was still hesitating, but found a flash in front of him. Jiang Ping was approaching him, putting one hand on his shoulder, like a mountain, pressing him firmly. Not to mention drawing the sword, he could not even use his hands and feet.

"I have no malicious intentions, can I have a good talk now?"

"Who are you?!"

The young man named Cheng Feng finally became scared.

The boy next to him was so strong that he was suppressed without even seeing the shadow clearly.

Even his master has never put such strong pressure on him.

If you want to kill him with this kind of strength, wouldn’t you need to be slandered?

"Oh, everyone says they are my own people, don't be afraid, I'm here to find someone, Elder Cheng knows, it's your master.

Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Jiang Ping. Of course, you may be more familiar with another name of me, Chen Mu, and everyone used to call me Chef Chen."

Jiang Ping felt that it would be quite good to bully the children occasionally.

Think about how humble he was among a bunch of big guys before, and he felt that he was being beaten to death at any time.

But if you put it in such a small place, you will become a hero every minute.

"Chen Mu? Jiang Ping? Ergouzi!"

Cheng Feng exclaimed in three names in a row:

"You're really back!"

Jiang Ping's face turned dark: "I said I didn't mention Ergouzi's name, why do you just remember my small trumpet?"

"Are you really a Ergouzi?"

Jiang Ping's face was darker for a while: "You call me again, do you believe it or not, I will kill you in minutes now?"

Cheng Feng smiled awkwardly, and finally he was no longer so afraid:
Chapter completed!