Chapter 19 Point Golden Pavilion

Although the dense rotten corpse is scattered, every step seems to step on the tip of people's hearts.

I don't know where so many wronged ghosts came from, but although the restrained clothes on some rotten bodies are covered with soil, it can be seen that the handwork is extremely exquisite. The meat is rotten, but the restrained clothes are still intact. I don't know which emperor's mausoleum crawled out of.

Take a closer look. In addition to the mass-buried corpses in the dead woods, many rotten corpses and skeletons came one after another, just like a family dinner.

"I didn't expect that everyone in the 'Golden Pavilion' was buried here!" Xuanqing looked at the rotten corpse in front of him and said slowly.

I was stunned and saw that he was not in a hurry at this moment. I asked him, "What's the golden pavilion, the silver pavilion?"

Xuanqing did not answer. I followed his eyes. As the rotten corpse got closer and closer, I could see that many rotten corpses were embroidered with a fiery red word.

"What does this word say?" I have seen the Chinese character, but I have never heard of it.

"Taiping Tianxi!" Xuanqing paused word by word, and then stood up and looked around helplessly.

"Oh?" I sighed, but I didn't care about any race or country.

At this time, the fourth uncle also woke up leisurely, shook his head, looked at the rotten corpses around him, and looked surprised: "Where is this?"

"I didn't run far!" I shook my head and replied.

Although the fourth uncle woke up, he was injured when he just fought with the five ghosts. He struggled to get up, let alone take us out. But the eyes he looked at the rotten corpses seemed to be full of confusion, which was the same as Xuanqing's eyes when he first saw the rotten corpses.

I secretly wonder if there is any other organization for these rotten corpses?

With a chill, the rotten corpse that was forced back by me just now is not far away. I stood up with difficulty and asked the fourth uncle, "Can't we get out?"

"I can't die!" The fourth uncle looked at the dry forest halfway and said in a low voice.

After listening to it, I was shocked. Did the fourth uncle come up with a solution? As soon as he was about to ask him, he heard a sudden sound of footsteps in the dry forest.

When I fixed my eyes, I saw a group of men in red, embroidered with a bright flower cluster in their hearts. As they walked, they were like a strong wind, stepping on the dead leaves on the ground, but the sound was like a thin snake swimming on it, extremely weak.

Looking at the head, he is burly, with a high nose, and his eyebrows are upright and magnificent, just like a leader. Holding a bamboo pole with a thin calf, he killed the corpse head-on.

The faces behind him were as heavy as water, and there was no messy breathing in the sprint. The knife in his hand was bright, and there was no sound of shouting to kill, but the knife was cut on the neck of the rotten corpse.

All this was just a pain in urination, but I couldn't close my mouth in shock by the sudden change.

Looking at the man in charge, taking the opportunity to rush into the corpse group, his left wrist suddenly turned around, raised his right hand, and slapped the bamboo. He only heard a crisp sound. The end of the bamboo pole was divided into several points. Under the shaking, the bamboo blanks swayed in a mess.

He then used his hands to make great efforts to rotate the bamboo pole at a high speed, and the broken bamboo billet at the end suddenly spread, rotating like a fan, and the remnants of the corpses flew.

I was stunned. I didn't expect that someone would suddenly kill me, let alone that an inconspicuous bamboo pole could also use such power.

"Oh, this Zhu Laoliu's kung fu is long!" The fourth uncle looked happy and said to himself.

"Do you know him?" I asked the fourth uncle, but I didn't know what these people were, but I vaguely thought of the 'Golden Pavilion' that Shicai Xuanqing said.

Xuanqing looked at the battle in front of him and said, "At the beginning, Shandong 'Master Zhu' made a good stick and a horse rush into the foreigner * team. It was like entering no man's land. With the help of one person, he broke away the foreign devils * guard. He is really one of the few heroes."

"What does this have to do with him?" I asked Xuanqing.

"The fifth master of Zhu was more powerful than others, and the eight immortal sticks in his hand made him fascinated. Later, he was recruited by Hong Xiuquan and established him as the king of the 'Golden Pavilion' to train dead for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. At the peak of the Golden Pavilion, tens of thousands of people were good at winning against ten.

"The next king Hongxiu was defeated and died. Fifth Master Zhu's disciples returned to the deep mountains. No one knew where he was hiding. It was not until I just saw the embroidery on those rotten corpses that I suddenly realized!" There is admiration in Xuanqing's words.

Only then did I understand that the fifth master Zhu lived in seclusion here, and his ancestral graves were also moved here. Zhu Laoliu saw that his ancestors had climbed out of the grave circle, which was not surprising.

In a blink of an eye, a large group of rotten corpses had been suppressed by them. Every time a rotten corpse fell, they heard a ghost howl, and then turned into a gloomy wind and blew into the distance.

Zhu Laoliu suddenly stood still and patted the bamboo body fiercely. The scattered end of the bamboo pole actually gathered together again, as if it had never cracked.

Seeing that the people behind him had destroyed the corpses, put the knife back to the sheath, and quickly lifted a skeleton in the cavity and walked far away.

Zhu Laoliu put the bamboo pole behind his back and looked at us from a distance.

The moonlight enveloped the earth again, and the blood before dawn made the man in front of him more mysterious.

"Li Jingkan!" Zhu Laoliu walked to the fourth uncle, threw down the bamboo pole in his hand, grabbed the fourth uncle's right hand, and the two hugged each other.

"You..." Zhu Laoliu looked at the fourth uncle's empty sleeves in surprise.

At this time, the fourth uncle was like an excited child, patting Zhu Laoliu on the shoulder and said, "It's hard to say. How about Shandong? Why did even the ancestral tomb move here?"

"My great-grandfather is very old and said that this place is adjacent to Tianjing (Nanjing). Although there is no dragon elephant, it is a stable place. Only then did he learn that the ancestral tomb has changed..." Zhu Laoliu sighed.

I don't know what friendship he has with his fourth uncle, but looking at the excited eyes of the two when talking, I know that the relationship between them is by no means comparable.

"These two are..." Zhu Laoliu looked up and down at Xuanqing and asked.

"This is my nephew - Li Gou left, and this is Xuanqing." The fourth uncle introduced.

After listening to Zhu Laoliu's simple smile and patting his fourth uncle on the shoulder, he had to take us to the Golden Pavilion.

The fourth uncle did not refuse, talking and laughing with him all the way, like a pair of brothers who have been separated for many years.

All the way, I looked at the shiny bamboo pole on Zhu Laoliu's back, and remembered the agile people in red just now. They went deep into the corpses but were not sucked out of blood. I was confused and asked Xuanqing, "His bamboo pole is an ordinary bamboo pole. Why is it so powerful?"

Xuanqing shook her head and said to me, "This bamboo pole is about one-three feet long. It needs to be boiled in oil for three days and exposed to the sun for a month without any damage to make this 'Eight Fairy Stick'!"