Yin Zifan pulled Yang Wuyi and ran into a big mountain, and the road was winding all the way, with grass and wild flowers on both sides, and the trees were one high and one low, scattered.

In the evening, the two entered a bamboo forest, and the sunlight poured down through the bamboo leaves, which looked very pleasant.

Yin Zifan jumped on top of the bamboo, and as far as the eye could see, the leaves were shining, and the crisp sunlight of late autumn made people feel happy. Yin Zifan returned to the ground and glanced at Yang Yuyi, the two had the same mind, and the corners of Yang Yiyi's mouth rose with a smile in her eyes.

They passed a mountain trail, heard the sound of gurgling water in the distance, walked along the river, and saw a family. The houses are made of bamboo, and the roofs are shrouded in smoke.

Yang Yiyi pointed to the house and said, "Brother Zifan, it's getting late, let's stay here for one night." Yang Yiyi saw Yin Zifan's brows tightened, and asked, "Why are you so preoccupied?

Yin Zifan said: "Don't you notice anything strange here?" Yang Yiyi asked: "What's wrong?" Yin Zifan replied: "Every time we pass by, everything withers, only the bamboo here is alive." ”

"As soon as Brother Jing Zifan said this, I noticed that there were green bamboos everywhere here. When Yang Yiyi heard this, she jumped up happily and said, "Is there a way to restore spiritual energy here?"

They approached the house and called a few times outside, but no one answered. The two of them walked into the house, and there was no one inside, no stoves or anything like that, only a bed made of bamboo.

This is not an ordinary family, could it be another "Han Yilou"? Yin Zifan pondered, he suspected that this place was also conjured up.

Yin Zifan saw that Yang Yiyi was exhausted, and said, "Let's rest here tonight." ”

He lit a fire outside the house, and soon a flood of fire was ignited. Yang Yiyi found some mushrooms and small fish nearby, planning to grill them and eat them.

Yang Yiyi sat on the side eating mushrooms, looking at the lush grass not far away, which were either knee-high or only as high as the height of the feet. In the grass, crickets chirped incessantly, as if playing music. Yin Zifan picked a few blades of grass casually, braided them into a little rabbit, and gave them to Yang Yiyi, which made her happy.

It was late at night, Yang Yiyi looked up at the sky, and the moon was bright and the stars were scarce at the moment. She sighed: "It would be nice if the whole world was as beautiful as this!"

Yin Zifan sat for a while, and the two leaned together, and they watched the bright moon and the twinkling stars in the night sky. Yin Zifan said softly: "It will be." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his right ear moved, and he heard an unusual sound. Yin Zifan glanced back vigilantly, and Yang Yiyi did not notice his flipping move. Yin Zifan didn't want her to worry, he would have to meet this hidden person later. He thought about it and took a small fish for Yang Yiyi to eat.

In the middle of the night, Yang Yiyi lay on the bed, and when she was sleepy, she felt that she was surrounded by something, it was like a breeze, like a cloud of smoke, more like someone holding herself, like a dream......

Yang Yiyi woke up, her sleepy eyes were loose, and she saw a cloud of pale cyan smoke filling the room. Yin Zifan was nowhere to be found, she called twice and did not respond. Yang Yiyi got out of bed and opened the window, it was pitch black outside, and she heard crickets chirping lonely outside. Yang Yiyi closed the window and muttered, "Where did this guy go?"

It turned out that Yin Zifan waited for Yang Yiyi to sleep peacefully, flew and jumped outside, he gently closed the window, and then tiptoed into the bamboo forest.

The more he walked forward, the more he felt a burst of gloom. The bamboos here are all square, and the length of each section is shorter than that of ordinary bamboo, and the bamboo grows sparsely and unevenly.

Yin Zifan walked in the forest step by step, and suddenly something flew in, and he immediately dodged to dodge.

Then, dozens of bamboo leaves flew like silver needles, Yin Zifan jumped around, turned a few heels on the ground, "smack" a few times, and the leaves were inserted on the bamboo poles. Then, a bunch of leaves swept towards him like a whirlwind. Yin Zifan pulled out the sword, kicked his feet, and the sword slashed straight into the center of the whirlwind with the person, and the bamboo leaves were scattered and fell to the ground.

At this time, a gust of wind hit, and Yin Zifan hurriedly blocked his eyes with his hands to prevent the wind and sand from entering. After a while, several hidden weapons flew out of the forest, and Yin Zifan simply jumped to the tree. He was as light as a swallow, his toes fell on the leaves, the breeze blew, his body swayed gently, and a slender black shadow was refracted in the night sky.

Yin Zifan was afraid that something would happen to Yang Yiyi, so he rushed in the direction of the house. But after only running a few steps, his right foot was tied by a rope, and someone pulled the rope down, and Yin Zifan fell to the ground.

Yin Zifan was furious and said loudly: "Ming people don't do dark things, if you have the ability, come out and fight me." What he said really worked, only to see a black shadow flash out of the bamboo forest, and a skinny man appeared in front of him.

Because it was the second half of the night, the wind was high and the moon was dark, Yin Zifan couldn't see the faces of the visitors at all, and only felt that the surrounding cold was pressing.