Strongest Guard

Yang Tiantian's expression changed drastically.    

Not only her, even Xie Qingshang was shocked.    

To eight hundred people, what kind of sacred place was Monarch Valley?    

Women were not allowed to enter from that side.    

If a woman had to go in, it would be after she closed her eyes.    

Even if a man were to enter, he must have a child before marriage.    

However, Yang Tiantian was not one of the eight hundred locals, and was a living soul — so how could the Old Village Chief allow her to enter the Monarch Valley?    

"Yes, let's go to the Monarch Valley."    

The old elder nodded expressionlessly and said, "Lady Yue Yang, you go home and wait for me. I'll go and make the arrangements."    

Without waiting for Yang Tiantian to say anything, the old Village Head turned around and walked up the hill with quick steps.    

With her back facing the hillside, Yang Tiantian immediately turned around and prostrated herself on the ground.    

Although she had never gone to the Monarch Valley, and even had a face full of taboo when she heard Lady Xue talk about these three words, she still could imagine from it that place was … what?    

Eight hundred is a paradise.    

Monarch Valley was the fairyland of the mortal world!    

Legend has it that there are four hours of unchanging flowers, countless rare birds and strange beasts, and strange flowers and fruits.    

If this was all nonsense, why would the people who came back every year with the qualifications to go inside the Monarch Valley have faces full of worship and yearning?    

Xue Niang also said that the reason Monarch Valley was classified as a forbidden area that only women were allowed to live in was because there was a nine-floor holy pagoda within it.    

Inside the ninth floor of the holy pagoda, there was a famous emperor in the history of China.    

Because of the existence of this Monarch, that place was honored as Monarch Valley.    

And all eight hundred residents, were the tomb guards who protected their Monarch Valley from being disturbed.    

The rules within the Monarch Valley were set by the first village chief of eight hundred years ago.    

However, Yang Tiantian had heard that twenty-five years ago, there was an 800 year old girl who did not follow the rules and entered Monarch Valley at night — in the end, she went crazy.    

When she ran wildly through the mountains, she would cry out, "My son, my son, where are you?"    

As for where this crazy woman had gone to, Yang Tiantian didn't need to ask anyone else to know.    

That woman was at the edge of the Yin Yang Line, which had been cut off from the rest of the world.    

A few months ago, Yang Tiantian's precious son-in-law, following the example of that crazy woman who had violated eight hundred rules, had almost been bitten to death by a myriad of snakes while scouting in the night.    

It was on the same night that Lee Nanfang was rescued that many of the eight hundred residents heard that crazy woman calling for her son in the dark.    

All sorts of legends proved that Yang Tiantian could not enter the Sacred Ground called Monarch Valley.    

But now, the Old Village Chief had kindly allowed her to cultivate inside her Monarch Valley when her daughter jumped into the pit of fire because of her son-in-law.    

This was a gift.    

She had to pay her respects before she could repay the Old Village Chief for his kindness.    

The snow was getting heavier.    

The wind blew incessantly.    

Xie Qingshang, who had his hands behind his back, looked up and saw that the dark clouds were pressing down really low, as if he could grab it with a single hand.    

Perhaps it was because he had been looking up for too long and his eyes were tired, but Xie Qingshang seemed to see a long figure passing through the clouds in the snow.    

He bared his fangs and brandished his claws.    

It disappeared in a flash.    

It was so fast that he couldn't catch it in time. He could only wipe his eyes with force. When he looked again, the place where the long black shadow had disappeared was replaced by a blurry face.    

With an evil grin on his face, he looked at Yang Tiantian, who was kneeling on the snowy ground.    

Similarly, before Xie Qingshang could lock onto the rough outline of the face, it changed again.    

It became -- dark clouds.    

"Let's go." Otherwise, your body will freeze to death. "    

Xie Qingshang lowered his head and said to the motionless Yang Tiantian who was kneeling on the ground.    

Yang Tiantian didn't move an inch.    

Whoosh!    

The wind grew stronger.    

The snowflakes that were blowing on his face hurt a little.    

However, Second Fool and the others who were carrying the palanquin and wading through the snow all the way to their knees were filled with excitement. They looked at the snow as if it was nothing and only tried to keep their eyes open as they looked ahead.    

Among the four people carrying the palanquin, other than Uncle Kui on the left and behind, the other three were all unmarried youngsters.    

According to the ancestor system, the three of them did not have the qualifications to go to the Monarch Valley.    

However, the old elder said that because he had sent Yang Tiantian to train in Monarch Valley, he had let the three boys go with him, so that he could use their boy bodies to offset the yin aura emitted by the living woman.    

No matter how many times the three of them scolded Lee Nanfang and scolded them, as long as they did not have any physical relationship with the woman, they would still be virgins.    

Yang Tiantian sat in the sedan chair. The doors and windows on both sides of the sedan were sealed with yellow paper.    

She herself wore a dark blue birthday suit. Her hair was let loose and her eyes were covered by a black cloth. She was like a zombie, sitting upright and unable to move at all.    

If she moved, the slender steel needles that were arranged according to the position of one hundred and eight heavenly fiends would pierce through her clothes and into her skin.    

Yang Tiantian was barely able to stay still while walking on short distances or if the terrain was flat.    

From eight hundred to Monarch Valley, the distance was at most one kilometer.    

If they left him outside on the highway, it would only take a few minutes for the dead man to run away.    

However, this was not something that could be casually said when one was in the mountains and the mountains, looking at the mountains and looking at the horses as they ran.    

From midnight until now, the sky had already brightened, yet everyone seemed to be walking in place.    

The snow was too thick.    

Ever since they set foot on the road of battle, everyone had to put in a lot of effort for every step.    

Not to mention, the road was so bad that it made people worry.    

Fortunately, it was snowing.    

Otherwise, it would already be quite impressive for a big fellow to travel half the distance.    

This was the only path to Monarch Valley since ancient times.    

On this road, there were many man-made pits — no matter how hard it was to walk, you just had to do what you had to do.    

Under bad road conditions, they could prevent enemies from invading, and progress towards the Monarch Valley.    

Since they were used to walking on the mountain roads, it wasn't too difficult for them to do so.    

It was just Yang Tiantian who was sitting in the sedan chair.    

They were made up like the dead. They were wearing a birthday suit and covering their eyes, and their lips were painted blood-red. The most important thing was that the needles would hurt if they moved a little.    

The function of the steel needle was to make her as still as a corpse.    

Only dead women could enter the Monarch Valley, this was an ancestral system, no one could defy it.    

Since Yang Tiantian wanted to go to Monarch Valley, the Old Village Chief naturally could not kill her.    

It was the only way to make her pretend to be dead.    

A fool.    

In order to thoroughly deceive ghosts, not only must Yang Tiantian pretend to be dead, but even Second Fool who was carrying the palanquin was also dressed in mourning clothes.    

There was also a strange smell coming from the sedan.    

The smell of the dead.    

This palanquin was the "special carriage" for the eight hundred villagers to carry to Monarch Valley for burial after their deaths.    

On the left side of the palanquin, the old Village Head was personally supporting it.    

In front of the palanquin, there were two kids wearing pointed white hats. They were holding high banners with curving characters that no one could understand.    

Behind the sedan chair was everyone in the village.    

Eight hundred people were originally a small village with only a hundred or so people. Finally, someone had died — would they be able to personally send him off?    

Xie Qingshang and his wife also participated.    

However, they were not dressed in mourning like Lee Nanfang's wife.    

Therefore, Xue Xinghan was very confused: "Yang Tiantian isn't an aboriginal, how can she enjoy the treatment of letting the villagers dress up in filial piety?"    

Xie Qingshang ignored her. He just grabbed a handful of paper money from the bamboo basket on her arm and scattered it everywhere.    

The funeral was paper money and one of the customs of ancient times.    

Not only did they have to throw paper money around, but there were also a few kids carrying the old cattle, mountains of gold and silver, hills of mask, and white paper men.    

The old Yellow Ox had already counted the points.    

His lifelike appearance swayed left and right in the wind, as if he would disappear into the wind at any time with a howl.    

The paper man did not count.    

The mourners were afraid that if it was selected, it would draw the six people it liked and take them to the other world together.    

The paper man had to look carefully, but it was at the mouth of the valley.    

When the time came, the youngsters would pile up the old Yellow Ox and the others, including the leftover paper money. The Village Chief would then be the one to set them on fire.    

When the fire was about to burn the paper man, the decorator who was responsible for finishing the work would pick up the red ink brush and quickly tap it twice in the paper man's blank eyes.    

Legend has it that the paper man possessed intelligence back then. It wanted to take away the souls of six people, but because its body was on fire, it was unable to concentrate. It could only howl miserably as it transformed into ashes and flew away with the old Yellow Ox.    

It was burned outside the mouth of the valley.    

The people who guarded the funeral were here to let everyone know that the dead had entered the valley and to reassure them.    

After burning the paper man and the Yellow Ox once at the entrance of the valley, the second elder who was responsible for guarding the Monarch Valley had to stop asking the second elder's name. Everyone, including the village chief, called him the second elder.    

Second Grandpa was his name.    

This name had been circulating for more than a thousand years.    

Whoever guarded the Monarch Valley would be the Second Elder.    

Every time there were dead people entering the valley, Second Uncle would bring out another set of old cattle, paper men, and other dead people and send them into the ninth level of the holy pagoda.    

From then on, the funeral was officially completed.    

As for the corpses of the deceased, they would be burned and buried. The corpses would be placed in the Ninth Floor of the Holy Tower along with the Ancestor — apart from the Second Elder and the Old Village Chief, no one else knew.    

Xue Xinghan knew all that Xie Qingshang knew.    

What Xue Xinghan didn't know was that he could only ask her man, "Can you speak for me? Yang Tiantian, what right do you have to enter Monarch Valley? "    

Xie Qingshang was pinched so hard by her that it hurt. He frowned and asked: "You're jealous, you want to go too?"    

"Yeah."    

Xue Xinghan told the truth, "I wanted to go have a look since a long time ago. Hmph hmph, otherwise, with this old lady's personality, how could I possibly have been squatting here for so many years, in such a lousy place, where even handsome men can't be seen? "    

Xie Qingshang twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't say anything.    

Xue Xinghan extended his hand over again: "Hey, why don't the two of us test our Monarch Valley tonight? I've heard that there are four flowers that do not show any sign of stopping, and precious birds and strange beasts are running all over the place. If we can catch a qilin, a phoenix or something like that, then we'll be rich. "    

"Her surname is Yang."    

Xie Qingshang replied without thinking.    

Xue Xinghan was stunned. "What? Her surname is Yang?"    

Xie Qingshang ignored her. He grabbed a handful of paper money and threw it on the table.    

The north wind blew, paper money floated in the air, and the old elder's voice rang out, "The auspicious hour has arrived. People are carefree, and the relatives of the Undead are going to have their intestines severed!"    

He had finally reached the Monarch Valley.    

When Xue Xinghan looked up, he realized that the sky was full of snow. Unknowingly, it had turned into ice-cold sleet.    

Looking around, the valley was only about ten meters wide and on both sides of the valley were pine and cypress trees.    

"Her surname is Yang!"    

When Xue Xinghan's gaze fell on the three large black seal characters on the left side of the entrance, he suddenly understood.