Ghost Shelter System

In the Eighteen Villages of the South China Sea, probably no one except Miao Shan and Mo Wuji knew what kind of ship this was.

No one knows why the ship took seven days to sail.

Over the course of seven days, this mirage-like ship gradually solidified into reality, but it still never appeared.

On the bow of the giant ship, nearly a thousand ghost figures flickered, and there were two groups of people fighting on the ship's hull. Their faces were blurred and their appearance could not be clearly seen.

For seven days, there were constant tremors, each one like an earthquake.

Some people have driven in the direction of the giant ship, but they can never reach it.

Yulongshan, who had always been well-informed, was at a loss. They didn't know what the ship was about.

The Dragon Gate Conference is coming to an end soon.

I have been here since the end of March, and now it is April. One day later it will be Qingming Festival, which is when the Longmen Meeting ends.

Many people from the secret sect who also came to Nanhai Ghost Village thought that this boat was a vision of the Dragon Gate Society in Yulong Mountain, so several big fishermen in Yulong Mountain kept silent about this.

Since this ship is not in the way, what if I get its glory?

Anyway, one day later, it’s time to return.

Nanhai, Lingguan Village.

This is one of the Eighteen Ghost Villages in the South China Sea, and it is also the place where the cruise ship first arrived.

The posters who had been practicing for more than ten days and their protectors gathered together at this moment. Some comrades and Jianghu forces who came to watch the ceremony were also sitting around here.

"It's finally almost over. This Dragon Gate Conference is a bit too evil."

"Is this also called evil? People in the secret sect often encounter far more evil things than this."

"There is no need to talk about strange powers and chaos. Let's talk about who will come out on top this time and jump over the dragon gate?"

"Zhang Moli and Zhang Moyi are good brothers and sisters, especially Zhang Moli. Not only is Tian the owner of Lingnan Fishing House, but Kang Ze, a great fisherman in Lingnan, highly respects him."

"I don't think it's possible. He's too young to be worthy. Qiu Longtai from Guandong Fishing House is a ruthless character. The great fisherman Yu Yuanyu hasn't taken good care of anyone for a long time. This time, he specially invited Baishan Shaman Nalanqi to personally take care of him. Protecting the Dharma shows its potential.”

"I heard that Mr. Xun of Wuzhou is also cultivating good young children. In terms of seniority, that boy is Mr. Xun's junior brother, but he takes care of him like his own grandson."

"Wuzhou Yulou is no longer viable. To put it bluntly this time, it is still a battle between Guandong Yulou and Lingnan Yulou."

"What about Jibei Yulou? I heard that the owner of Jibei Yulou is Zhao Feng, the great disciple of Yulong Mountain, the old man's personal true disciple!"

"Don't make trouble. Last year I heard that something happened to the owner of Jibei Building. He hasn't returned yet. It's probably..."

The speaker crossed his neck with his hand and made a 'click' sound in his throat, making it difficult to explain clearly.

There is no gathering place in the ghost village, and everyone is still on the cruise ship.

At this moment, there was a young man standing next to Nie Yuxuan. Mo Wuji and Miaoshan came over and said, "Nie Longwang, you are well. This should be Junior Brother Zhang, right?"

Nie Yuxuan nodded towards the two of them: "You guys came so late, the banquet is almost over."

"It doesn't matter."

The young man next to Nie Yuxuan saluted and said: "Hundred carps merge into a stream, and the dragon gate flies across to transform into Tai Chi. Mo Li has seen Senior Brother Miaoshan, and has met Senior Brother Mo."

Mo Li, this guy Miao Shan is not very familiar with, but Mo Wuji has seen him before.

At the second Nanzong Taoist meeting, four people came from Yulong Mountain, brother and sister Mo Li, Mo Yi, Qiu Longtai, and Zhao Feng.

"Junior Brother Zhang's strength has grown by leaps and bounds in recent years, which is gratifying." Mo Wuji said some unskilled polite words. The young man blushed and said modestly: "Not as good as Senior Brother Mo, Liang Yi Xian's name is Let my little brother fall to the ground."

The two exchanged official greetings. After all, one represents Fengdu Temple and the other may represent the future Yulong Mountain, so polite words are still required.

The two were chatting, and Miao Shan next to him seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly he was startled: "Ten Death Seals?"

On Mo Li's arm is a weird tattoo, an urn with a Tai Chi fish on it.

Mo Wuji said: "During the second Nanzong Taoist meeting, Master Qin left a mark on Junior Brother Zhang."

Miaoshan suddenly realized that this person was actually related to Qin Kun.

Next to him, Nie Yuxuan took a sip of wine and asked suspiciously: "Where is Qin Kun?"

Miaoshan replied: "I didn't see him."

As he said that, Miao Shan noticed that Nie Husband was looking into the distance. A woman walked not far away, wearing heavy makeup and smiling. Next to her was a beautiful woman who still had charm. The beautiful woman's collar was embroidered with a fish pattern representing a big fisherman.

"Yuan Ling has met Nie Longtou."

The beautiful woman greeted Nie Yuxuan, who nodded politely, "Senior Sister Yuan, Junior Sister Chen, have you seen Qin Kun?"

Yuan Ling is the great fisherman of Donghai Fishing House. This time Qin Kun is protecting the Dharma for the owner of Donghai Tower.

The host Chen Ying has appeared, where did Qin Kun go?

Yuan Ling looked at Chen Ying, who said politely: "There was no news about Mr. Qin seven or eight days ago."

ah?

Nie Yuxuan blinked. Qin Kun was too unreliable.

"Then who protects you?"

Chen Ying suddenly smiled bitterly, what should I say?

Before Qin Kun left, he left himself with several ghost kings. After dividing the incense and effort, several ghost kings rushed to protect him. Not only that, but he also takes the initiative to be a sparring partner from time to time.

Chen Ying is definitely not the most talented among the Bafang posters, but in this Nanhai Longmen Club, he is definitely the best treated.

Six ghost kings as sparring partners... who can enjoy this kind of treatment...

But if this news gets out, Qin Kun's image will plummet.

Chen Ying thought for a while and could only keep smiling and said nothing.

When Nie Yuxuan saw Chen Yingxiao's mysterious appearance, he didn't want to inquire about it. However, Yuan Ling next to him said, "Nie Longtou, although Mr. Qin didn't come, another distinguished guest from Fuyu Mountain did. Do you want to meet him?"

another?

Nie Yuxuan looked in the direction of Yuan Ling. A wretched and thin old man was holding a plate and holding pudding.

As an old man, he seems to have a sweet tooth. The old man served seven or eight ice cream and snow-topped puddings. At the end, he also took a piece of cake and tasted it leisurely.

Mo Wuji and Miao Shan were startled. Fuyu Mountain had never seen such a person before?

Zhang Moli's eyes suddenly widened, he had seen it before! He met this old man during the second Nanzong Conference.

"Senior Brother Nie, this senior is..." Miao Shan asked.

At this moment, Nie Yuxuan shook his head.

Looks like Wu Xiong from a distance...

Looks like Wu Xiong up close...

Looking from the side, oh my god, it’s really Wu Xiong!

"Uncle Wu?"

Nie Yuxuan shouted softly.

Wu Xiong turned around and smiled: "Yuxuan is here? Long time no see."

Seeing Wu Xiong with ice cream on his lips, Nie Yuxuan couldn't laugh or cry: "Uncle, when did you come? Why didn't you say hello?"

Decades ago, Wu Xiong was forced out of China by Zuo Jinchen and has not returned yet. When he was young, he and his junior brother Mo Wuji went to Nanyang for business, and Wu Xiong took care of them.

I heard from Wang Qian that Wu Xiong was living a good life now, enjoying the sea breeze and sunbathing. Who would have thought that he would see him here.

Master Wu? Among the seniors living in Fuyu Mountain today, there is only one named Wu.

Crazy dragon Wu Xiong!

Before Yun Zun died that year, he appointed Wu Xiong as the head of the Southern Sect, which shows that Yang Shen cared about him.

Is this the unspectacular little old man him?

Mo Wuji and Miao Shan did not dare to neglect.

"Flower Buddha Tathagata, Bodhi dust, Vajra skin and flesh, purple-robed bones. The wonderful Buddha Lin Temple, I have met Senior Wu!"

"In Fengdu, there are thousands of faces of the underworld demon, but I, Tai Chi, have become my true form. The three-flowered top of the Yin Pan Ling Platform, the Yang frightens the five souls of hundreds of bodies. I watched Mo Wuji in Fengdu, and I have met Senior Wu."

Wu Xiong chuckled: "The little monk in purple clothes, the little immortal Liangyi, not bad, not bad, I have someone to succeed me in the path of life and death."

After saying that, Wu Xiong slapped his forehead: "I have been away from China all year round, and I have forgotten the etiquette."

He straightened his body, kowtowed as if holding a ghost's head, held the salute and replied: "The rain of blood from the sea turns into a talisman, the five skills are like the sky, and the ghost bamboo is cut down! The cinnabar is like blood and ink is like mist, the crazy pen is hung with the crazy dragon picture! Fu Zong Wu Xiong, I’ve met these two little friends.”

Superb courtesy.

For the first time in more than thirty years, someone heard it.