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Nangong Si said: "It means that you must walk all the way next, and from the time you enter the mountain until the Jiaoshan barrier is opened, you must not speak dirty words, otherwise you will be punished."

Since Nangong Si warned like this, the heads immediately passed it on. However, each sect has a different way of transmitting messages. The master of the Snow Palace picked up the jade flute on his waist and played twice. Master Xuanjing shook the silver bell in his hand. Jiang Xi stood still. It was Hua Binan who conveyed the message for him. , Hua Binan waved her sleeves, and a cloud of black smoke came out of her sleeves. After a closer look, she realized that it was not smoke, but hundreds of small flying insects, which landed in the ears of Gu Yueye's disciples one by one. .

Xue Meng was so disgusted that he said: "The Holy Hand of Cold Scale is really perverted. Is he covered in bugs?" Suddenly he remembered something and turned to the teacher: "Speaking of which, you also went to Linling Island to study. , you haven’t had any contact with Hua Binan, have you? Don’t play with bugs when the time comes, that will really be enough for me to drink.”

The teacher turned around and said with a smile: "...Young Master is really worried."

At this time, the Summit of Death and Life also began to send messages. Other sects were somewhat showing off their skills, but Xue Zhengyong was better and shouted using the amplification technique:

"After entering the valley, don't speak dirty words! If you can't control yourself, use the Silencing Curse to block your mouth in advance! Do you hear me?"

The loud and powerful voice echoed in the mountains and forests, the sound shook the trees, stopped the moving clouds, and the echoes were lingering and continuous -

"Did you hear everything? Did you hear it? Are you here?"

All the monks: “…………”

The author has something to say:

"Xue Meng is Straight"

Mei Hanxue: Xue Meng and I have nothing to do with each other.

Jiang Xi: It’s impossible for me and Xue Meng.

Mo Ran: Xue Meng and I saw a ghost.

Allen Chu: Xue Meng and I have no future.

Teacher: Who will attack between me and Xue Meng?

Nangong Si: Xue Meng is not beautiful enough.

Xue Meng:...Have you ever considered my feelings?

Chapter 211 Master, let’s enter Jiao Mountain

Abandoning the horse and heading into the mountains, everything was fine on the first day. But on the night of the second day, when everyone was meditating and resting on the spot, something unexpected happened.

A monk went to relieve himself in the dense forest in the middle of the night. After draining the water, he felt his legs were itchy. He looked down and saw a huge poisonous mosquito sitting between his legs, happily drinking blood. The monk killed the insect with one slap, and at the end he said habitually: "Damn it, you dare to bite your grandpa and me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard strange noises coming from the surrounding trees. The monk was startled and suddenly remembered what Nangong Si in front of the mountain had reminded him. He was so frightened that he didn't even have time to lift up his trousers, so he ran away and shouted: "Help, Master! Help!"

It turned out that this person was a disciple of Jiangdong Hall who was accompanying Huang Xiaoyue. This loud cry for father and mother was like a huge stone falling into a deep pool, stirring up thousands of waves. Everyone who was meditating quietly started to cry. When I got up, I saw a monk from Jiangdong Hall running in the distance from a distance.

This man was naked, shaking his penis, crying and running. Behind him were at least a hundred small black snakes, some of which had already wrapped themselves around his legs and feet.

Huang Xiaoyue said in surprise: "Disciple?"

Nangong Si said: "Don't even go there!"

The disciple ran over crying and howling, but more and more snakes climbed on him, and he finally stumbled to the ground, wailing: "Master! Master, save me!"

Huang Xiaoyue was about to lend a helping hand, but Nangong Si said: "This snake is transformed from the dragon's whiskers. If you kill one, it will become two. The more you kill, the more it will do, and it has a strong desire for revenge." Taoist Huang If you are not afraid, just go up and challenge."

When Huang Xiaoyue heard this, she immediately gave up, but she kept saying: "The overall situation is the most important thing, the overall situation is the most important thing." He watched helplessly as his disciple was swallowed up by the water-like black snake, and the man writhed and rolled in the snake's hole. Writhing around in pain, the snake's claws had completely covered him and turned into a mass of black mounds. The mass of low mounds deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the puddles dispersed, there was nothing but a pool of blood on the spot. Not even a bone is left...

As soon as this happened, no one said any more nonsense on the last day of the journey.

Everyone knows that talking too much leads to mistakes.

Xue Zhengyong even put a silencing curse on himself, and by the way, Xue, for no other reason than that the father and son were usually too quick-tongued. If they muttered "dog stuff" in passing, they would be dead in the blink of an eye. To become the meal of snakes.

Everyone was cautious in their words and deeds, and finally, late at night on the third day, they passed through the Panlong Mountains and arrived at the foot of Jiao Mountain, the hero's tomb of the Confucian Feng Sect.

The barrier of Jiaoshan Mountain is different from that of Huangshan Mountain. Jiaolong hates deceit, so the barrier is transparent. No blinding techniques are used, and the scenery of the foothills can be clearly seen from the outside.

Jiang Xi looked at the situation in front of him and asked, "Is this the burial place of Confucianism Sect's heroes from generation to generation?"

The moonlight shone on Nangong Si's face. He was silent for a while and said, "Not bad."

Jiao Mountain was transformed into a demonic dragon. After the first head of the Confucian Feng Sect surrendered the dragon, he made a blood contract with it, turning it into a mountain to protect the heroic souls, treasures, ancestral temples and ancestral halls of the Confucian Feng Sect for generations.

Since Nangong Si can remember, he has followed his father here every winter solstice to visit this mountain. When he came here in the past, he could see the endless majestic white marble steps, and the dark city guards who had already been standing on both sides of the mountain road, with blue-robed cranes and fluttering sleeves.

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