Planar martial arts myth

() The old man had an angry face when he saw Lu Gaoxuan blocking the way, but when he saw the money Lu Gaoxuan took out, a smile appeared on his face, he stopped in a hurry, stopped to take the money, and said: "Yes, there is." Yes, but... it's almost the same as no."

It's still money!It seems that the ancient and the modern are the same, it is useless to just say nice things, and money has to be used to clear the way at critical moments.

Ling Muyun slandered in his heart, stepped forward immediately, and asked: "How do you say this fellow, if you have it, you have it, if you don't have it, you don't have it, why is it the same as if you don't have it?"

The old man said: "I want you two to know that there is indeed a big seat in the valley to the northwest, but it is a well-known haunted house. There are a group of female ghosts living in it. No one dares to go there. almost?"

"A haunted house? A group of female ghosts live there? Why does it feel familiar? By the way, it won't be the dealer's haunted house! Why don't you just go and see it?"

Thinking of this, Ling Muyun said to the old man: "It's okay, fellow, we are not afraid of evil spirits, and we will ask the fellow to help us lead the way. We will thank you very much then." The old man said: "Oh, little old man, I haven't I don’t dare to go there because I think my life is too long. I advise the two of you not to go, there is a town thirty miles north of here, you might as well work hard and rush to the town to rest.”

"With such a heavy rain, where can we endure another [-] miles? If you are afraid to go, fellow villagers, please show us the way, and we can go by ourselves."

The old man sighed, and said: "Okay, since the two of you are determined to go, I won't stop the little old man. I'm going to the northwest, turn a corner, and follow the mountain road into the col. There is only one road, no It's going to be wrong..."

Ling Muyun cupped his hands: "My fellow, thank you very much."

"You don't have to thank me, as long as you don't regret it when the time comes."

Ling Muyun and Lu Gaoxuan both ignored the old man's muttering and galloped away.The old man looked at the backs of the two with a little pity, then pulled the donkey's head and continued to walk along the road.

Ling Muyun and Lu Gaoxuan followed what the old man said, and went northwest into the mountain depression, but they couldn't find a way in the dark, but they saw a whiteness in the forest, but there was a small waterfall formed by a mountain torrent rushing down.Ling Muyun said: "You can't see Luo?"

Lu Gaoxuan said: "Master, don't worry, this small waterfall is actually a road, let's just walk along."

He led the horse up the hillside along the waterfall, and after walking for a while, he saw a large dark house in the forest.Ling Muyun and Lu Gaoxuan led the horses to the front of the house, tied the horses under the tree, knocked on the door and said, "Is there anyone here? Please open the door, we want to take advantage of the precious land to shelter from the rain temporarily. Walk."

But after calling for a long time, no one came in to open the door, Lu Gaoxuan said to Ling Muyun: "Master, the old man said this is a haunted house, he probably didn't stay here, why don't we go in directly."

"Okay." Ling Muyun nodded.

With Ling Muyun's permission, Lu Gaoxuan directly put his palm on the door, submerged his internal force with a "click", broke the latch inserted inside, pushed open the door, and walked into the courtyard with Ling Muyun.

Inside the gate is a big courtyard, and after entering it is a hall.Lu Gaoxuan took out the oil bag from his side, untied it, took out the fire knife and flint, lit it, saw a candle on the table in the hall, and went to light it.The light suddenly appeared in front of the two people, and they were both relieved. They saw rosewood tables, chairs and flowers in the hall, which was like a household.Ling Muyun looked at the tables and chairs, and saw that they were clean and dust-free, obviously wiped frequently.Lu Gaoxuan obviously noticed this too, and said: "Master, this hall is so clean, it doesn't look like you haven't stayed here, why don't you go down and check it out?"

Ling Muyun nodded: "Okay, go and have a look, and let me know if there is anything unusual."

Lu Gaoxuan nodded and walked towards the back hall to check the situation. Ling Muyun sat down on the chair and waited with peace of mind.Even if this is really the dealer's haunted house, with Lu Gaoxuan's strength, the dealer's widows can't do anything to him.

It wasn't long before he heard footsteps, but it was Lu Gaoxuan who returned to the hall, with a very strange expression on his face, and said: "Master Qi, there is no one in this room, but everything is cleaned thoroughly. Yes, the bed is covered with quilts, there are shoes under the bed, and there are clothes in the closet, but they are all for women, and... moreover, there are a lot of spiritual tablets for death."

"Oh?" Ling Muyun raised his head, "Really? Take me to have a look."

The two walked to the backyard and saw seven or eight rooms, all of which were arranged in the shape of mourning halls. Each mourning hall housed as few as seven or eight, and as many as a dozen or so spirit seats. It seemed that every mourning hall All the offerings were made by a dead family, and candles were lit in front of the mourning hall, obviously there were often attendants.Most of the people enshrined on the altar in one of the mourning halls were named Zhuang.

"Well, this should be the dealer's haunted house." Ling Muyun nodded secretly, confirming the guess in his heart.

According to the introduction in the original book, all the widows implicated in the Ming History Case, one of the literary inquisitions established in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, lived in the Zhuang family’s haunted house. One of the presiding widows, so it is regarded as a representative.

At this moment, Ling Muyun felt a few faint breaths lying outside the mourning hall. Although the other party had tried to lower his breath and the sound of rain was covering it up, it was still difficult to escape Ling Muyun's perception.

Ling Muyun's heart moved, and he pretended to be surprised: "Huh? Aren't these the spiritual seats of the righteous men who were killed in the Ming History Case? Why are they here?"

Sure enough, as soon as Ling Muyun said the words, he immediately felt the breathing of the spy hiding outside the house suddenly heavy, obviously he was touched by his words.There is no doubt in my heart that the people living in this haunted house must be the widows of the Ming History Case.

"The victim of the Ming History Case? Young Master, what is the Ming History Case you're talking about?" Lu Gaoxuan asked with a puzzled look on his face.Although he looks like a writer, he can't change the nature of his cultist, and he has been staying on Shenlong Island in recent years, so he doesn't know about the Ming History case that caused a sensation in the cultural circles in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Old Lu, you don't know about the Ming history case, but you always know about the literary inquisition of the Qing court?"

"Of course we know that when the Manchus entered the customs, in order to maintain their rule for nothing, they set up a literary prison, persecuted thoughtful scholars, wiped out dissent, and prohibited them from promoting the defense of Yi and Xia, and they were not allowed to propagate the ideas of the previous dynasty. , tampering and distorting history, and using bloody killing methods to deal with Han Chinese immigrants. Although I have been living on the island in recent years, I have heard of these things. Could it be that the Ming history case that the young master said is a literary inquisition?"

"That's right. This Ming history case is the biggest literary inquisition in the Qing Dynasty in recent years. This incident has caused a lot of trouble, and the people in the south of the Yangtze River are well aware of it. It turns out that there was a banker in Huzhou Prefecture, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and he was a well-known wealthy family in the local area. The family has a son named Zhuang Tinglong, who has been fond of poetry and books since he was a child, and has made friends with many famous scholars and talents in the south of the Yangtze River. Later, because Zhuang Tinglong was too diligent in reading, he suddenly became blind. "

"Later, by chance, he obtained a manuscript of Ming history written by the former chancellor Zhu Guozhen. Zhuang Tinglong wanted to follow Zuo Qiu Ming's blindness and keep his name in history, so he hired several scholars to write the manuscript. From the beginning to the end of the Ming history manuscript, he dictated what he thought should be added and where should be deleted, and the guests wrote it down. Then he spent a lot of money and invited many scholars and scholars to revise it to make it perfect."

"Shortly after the completion of the book, Zhuang Tinglong passed away. His father Zhuang Yuncheng was saddened by the death of his beloved son, so he published the book titled "Compilation of Ming History". All the scholars who have assisted in this matter are also listed on it. Because this history of the Ming Dynasty was written by Xiangguo of the previous Ming Dynasty, there are unavoidable words of praise and clarity in the book. Although it has been deleted and revised, it is not thorough enough.”

"As a result, Wu Zhirong, the former magistrate of Gui'an County who was dismissed due to corruption, saw it. He picked out some flaws in the history books, saying that the Zhuang family was thinking about the previous dynasty, so he sued the assistant minister Ao Bai's house. Bai immediately sent imperial envoys to investigate. All the male members of the Zhuang family were beheaded. As a result, thousands of people were implicated in this case, and hundreds of people died.

Ling Muyun had a plan in mind, and immediately told the situation of the Ming History case.

"It's really hateful, both the executioner Obai and the snitch Wu Zhirong deserve to die!"

Lu Gaoxuan was so angry that he slapped his hand on the table. Although he came from a cult organization like the Dragon Sect, he has always regarded himself as a literary person, so he felt the same about the persecution of this kind of literary person and was extremely indignant.

"These two people really deserve to die, but they won't be free for long."

"Oh?" Lu Gaoxuan suddenly looked up at Ling Muyun, "Master, what do you mean by that? Do you know something?"

Sensing the heavy breathing of the person hidden outside the house, Ling Muyun smiled in his heart and said, "That's right, that Oboi has already made the little Emperor Kangxi of the Manchu Qing hate him to the bone because of his power over power. As far as I know, the little emperor has already started to deal with him. If he does the calculations mentally or carelessly, the possibility of success is very high. As for that Wu Zhirong, I already know his whereabouts, so I took the time to go there and fetch his dog. Life is not easy?"

As soon as Ling Muyun finished speaking, the sound of a woman crying suddenly came from outside the house, the sound was very mournful, although the heavy rain was gradually draining, the cry could be heard clearly.

This time Lu Gaoxuan also heard it, and immediately turned to the door and window and said loudly: "We passed by your place, we came here to shelter from the rain, and trespassed on the treasure house, thank you very much, would you be willing to see the sage?"

These words were full of energy, and they were sent far away, showing extremely profound internal strength.One is to invite to meet, and the other is to demonstrate, let the other party know that they are not easy to mess with, and it is best not to have evil thoughts.