Mirror of the Sky

There are two thick stone pillars standing on both sides of the iron gate. On the stone pillars, there is a snake-faced person, with a red body and a candle dragon with flames in its mouth. The warrior with heavy armor, even his face hidden under the helmet, stood motionless like a statue, guarding the door.

The carriage stopped, and none of the soldiers moved at all, until the old servant in commoner who drove the carriage for Zhang Huansheng, shouted loudly, "I, the young master of the Zhang family in Xiongjing, have been examined by the emperor, and I will return to the mansion today. When you recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors, you should open the front door and enter."

All the warriors seemed to have been infused with their souls suddenly, and they answered in unison, "No." They turned around and climbed the high-level step by step, slowly pushing the black iron gate open, revealing a line with hundreds of trees on both sides. , Zhang Xu Gao came from the black stone road of the statue of the guard of honor.

After that, those armored soldiers stood solemnly under the Panlong Pillar, bowed their heads, and fell on one knee to perform the salute of master and servant.

When the old servant in commoner saw him, he respectfully raised the bamboo curtain of the carriage, and said to Zhang Huansheng, "Please, gentleman, move and enter the manor."

Originally, an old carriage came to the front of the mansion, which made Zhang Huansheng feel that Xiong Jing Zhang's young master who suddenly descended from the sky did not cherish him very much, and even was slightly hostile. Let him not know whether this judgment is right or wrong.

He jumped off the carriage with some doubts in his heart, followed behind the commoner old servant, stepped on the jade steps step by step, and entered the vermilion mansion courtyard.

Walking slowly along the gloomy stone road, Zhang Huansheng felt that he really didn't look like he was. He was walking into the big house of Zhumen, where the fire was cooking oil and the flowers were blooming. He couldn't help looking around and frowning.

The old servant who was leading the way seemed to open his eyes behind his back at this moment, and without turning his head, he suddenly explained softly, "Gentleman, the most important honor in the sect's noble family is that a name means a position and a share.

Therefore, I will lead you into the mansion. First, enter my Zhang clan temple from the main entrance to worship the ancestors, and let the clan elders include your name in the genealogy, and then talk about other things. "

"Then the gate just now only leads to the ancestral temple, can't go to other places, so big?" Zhang Huansheng asked suddenly.

"Your ancestors should treat death as if they were alive," said the old servant, Man Sheng, "and I, Xiongjing Zhang, established a family with valiant force, so I used military formations to serve my ancestors, and the place was a little bigger."

"So that's the case." Zhang Huansheng nodded when he heard the words, and then asked casually, "Then after I join the genealogy for a while, I'm afraid I have to change my name?

"Noble people have elegant names and common names," the old servant in commoner replied softly: "The noble names are jerky and difficult to put into words, and represent the dignity of the nobles. Less is better.

As for the common name, that's what you want to call it, just call it what you want. "

While they were talking, the two came to the end of the black stone road, in front of a stone hall with an extremely ancient system, seven or eight feet square.

At this time, it was already dark, and under the bright moonlight, an old man dressed in plain clothes, a long robe, with disheveled hair and layers of wrinkles on his face, who seemed to have lived for hundreds of years, was standing beside the stone palace door and waiting. .

Seeing Zhang Huansheng appear, he stretched out his dry fingers, pointed at them, and asked the old servant in plain clothes with a dry voice like a ghost's whistling, "King Hoe, is this the child left behind by the people?"

"Exactly." The commoner servant bowed deeply and salute.

When the voice fell, the old man muttered: "I don't look like it." However, he slowly opened the hall door, turned his head and looked at Zhang Huansheng's slow voice transmission: "I, Xiong Jingzhang, The name of my family is reincarnated every eleven generations. Your name is Zhang Xuansheng. When you meet your ancestors, you will use this name in your heart.

Go in, make nine kowtows three times, and then offer eleven incense sticks.

Afterwards, according to the instructions of the owner, you can go underground and look at the full version of the "Black Nikkei of Great Calamity", see the true body of the candle dragon, and leave the hall tomorrow morning.

Although this is not a rare opportunity, you can benefit a lot if you appreciate it carefully. Don't waste it lightly, understand? "

"Yes." Zhang Huansheng answered without knowing, and walked into the stone hall alone.

This stone hall is dim and dark, only the void grows from time to time, and the wisps of milky white mist can be used as a light source.

There was nothing in the center of the hall where the tablet should be enshrined, and behind a huge incense burner turned out to be a pitch-black hole leading to the ground.

On the stone wall adjacent to the cave, there was a picture of an ancient human figure with unclear and mottled shapes. Zhang Huansheng looked around and felt that the portraits should be the ancestors of Xiongjing Zhang, so he picked it up from the mud next to the incense burner. He picked up a handful of incense sticks as thick as a thumb, counted eleven sticks, lit them with a fire stick, and inserted them into the incense burner.

At the same time, he silently prayed in his heart: "All ancestors and seniors of the Xiongjing Zhang clan, although I am forced by the situation, I dare to think that you are the descendants of future generations, but I have no intention of changing the sun to the end.

In the future, the real descendants of the Xiong Jing Zhang family will inherit the family business, so please rest assured. "

After paying respect to the incense, Zhang Huansheng felt at ease and thought quietly, "There is an old saying, that the fault of another mountain can attack jade.

The old man in the brocade clothes in the official post only needed a few drops of blood to make me break through the eighty-nine mysteries. The cultivation method must be no trivial matter~www.wuxiahere.com~ Besides, the name "Black Nikkei of Big Disaster" is absolutely amazing when I hear it. Extraordinary.

It's not worth my risk to have a chance to see the real face, pretending to be Zhang Zhang's descendants. "I stood up and walked around the stone hall. I felt that there was only one place where there might be a mystery, so I walked along the spiral ramp and walked into the hole behind the incense burner.

After going down a hundred and several hundred meters straight, a red light shone through, continuing to descend, Zhang Huansheng walked into a huge cave.

The cave was empty, except for a pile of black fluorite burning in the center, with red smoke more than nine feet high, constantly transforming into various mysterious ancient pictograms in the air. Contents of the Black Nikki.

And behind the burning black stone, a strange dragon corpse with a head and tail more than twenty feet apart, covered with crimson scales, four claws shaped like a goshawk, and a head that looks like a beauty, stood leaning on the stone, as if it was still alive. Looking at the entrance of the cave like electricity.

Zhang Huansheng and the strange dragon looked at each other, and suddenly felt that his body kept falling, and the surrounding scenery changed instantly, from the cave into an endless dark mist.

Immediately afterwards, the dead candle dragon with a human head and snake body in the distance ignited a mass of flames in its mouth. It suddenly regained its life, tumbling into the black mist, opened its **** mouth, and flew straight towards Zhang Huansheng.

Faced with such a terrifying scene, he only smiled with ease and muttered to himself, "The remains of the candle dragon are really a rare treasure, they have been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, yet they are still charming. "Let the candle dragon soar in the air, show off its might, and only write down its demeanor and might.

Afterwards, Zhang Huansheng turned his thoughts and broke the delusional image in front of him. Looking at the re-appearing cave, black stone, red smoke, he sat down with his legs crossed, and began to work hard to transform the red smoke into the "Black Nikkei". , a little bit in mind.