At this time, far away in the woods.

The crisp wind chimes rang and rang, as if disturbing a magnificent dream.

This is a particularly secluded valley, surrounded by steep rock walls and surrounded by beautiful green vines and butterflies. And most of the fairyland is not in the world, just like this quiet valley, there is not the slightest sign of climbing. If a master of martial arts is seriously injured and falls into an unknown valley, and finds a martial arts secret book in it that is enough to make him famous in the martial arts, then the treasure land he found by chance is probably this place.

Because if you want to reach this kind of hidden valley, there seems to be no more reasonable explanation except for the light power or special functions beyond the understanding of the world, after all, this is something that is beyond the reach of human beings alone, and even the most professional wilderness survival experts dare not climb such a dangerous mountain range.

It is not accurate to describe this place in terms of its practical valley.

More precisely, this should be a patio born in nature, a natural treasure.

There is always a patio in the houses of the ancients, which is the "heart" of an architecture. In particular, the ancient literati were very particular about the house, whether it was a yin house or a yang house, they were quite convinced of the matter of finding the dragon point. The yin house is related to the luck of the whole family, and the auspicious qi can ensure the success of the family for several generations and bless the descendants.

In addition to where to choose the site, when building a house, people will always study those feng shui and interest, there is a little bit of "there is a landscape in the heart", it should be put in the meaning of the landscape in a brick and tile, so that the building naturally has vitality and style, and it can be regarded as the soul of the building. Therefore, people do not hesitate to make a fuss in the courtyard, just the pavilions and pavilions, ponds and puddles of rockery, just like the courtyard is full of spring in the south of the Yangtze River in March, you can see how rigorous the layout and design are.

When it comes to traditional culture, in addition to the golden mean, we also pay attention to the word "qi".

This is the vitality of vitality, but also the spirit of ink freehand, with a certain invisible continuation, as if this invisible power can bring some kind of indescribable blessing. And when this life force is used by people with intentions, it is enough to nourish many things.

Like at this moment-

In the vast valley, there is a life that is completely different from the steepness and bleakness of winter.

The surroundings are like a warm spring in March, peach blossoms and bright sunshine, and the wind with warmth is coming, and the boundaries of the seasons are completely erased, bringing a strange sense of going against the sky.

If the average person is lucky enough to be here, they may only feel comfortable staying here, and then attribute this comfort to the external factors of "fresh air and beautiful scenery", such as the advertising slogan "natural oxygen bar" touted by those well-known resorts. However, if there are monks or metaphysics enthusiasts here, they will be amazed at the sight, and the small area of this valley is flowing with a "qi" that can be clearly felt, so that it makes a noticeable difference.

That's a vitality that even the dragon veins can't reach.

In addition to the lush greenery of the valley, further down is the endless sea of flowers.

The red mandala flowers spread far away, as if dyeing the blue sky with a faint red. The interweaving of gorgeous and beautiful flowers and unknown white flowers once made it impossible to distinguish where the sky was, where the sea of clouds was, and where the boundless fragrance was, leaving only the unreality revealed to the extreme.

In the middle of the sea of flowers, there is a beautiful glass flower house.

It is like a fairy tale, the crystal coffin of the most beautiful princess sleeping, the transparent glass is like an invisible barrier, the hundreds of square meters of the most gorgeous flowers and plants are circled in the middle, the brilliant sun sprinkles the golden light, and everything around is plated with a layer of warm tones, the light is intertwined with the virtual and real images, everything is as illusory and magnificent as a dream.

In the huge glass flower room, all the decorations are extremely exquisite.

It was a very exotic architectural style, and it would be more accurate to say that it was more of a temple than a residence. The white jade is inlaid with golden jewels, the tall pillars are intricately carved, the outline of the relief is the god dressed in a veil and barefoot, and the golden fountain bursts out of fine droplets of water, which is especially beautiful in the sunlight.

The long jade steps seem to reach the sky, carrying the solemnity that the believers must bow three times and bow nine times to express their loyalty in order to match, and it continues to a very high place. At the end of the stairs is a clearing hidden in a sea of flowers, and in the middle of it is a golden shrine, the intricately carved handrails are inlaid with precious stones, and the light reflected in the sun is so holy.

Half-lying on the throne was a girl in a white gauze dress.

Her beauty does not only tend to the appearance, but also comes from the innate holiness and nobility, as if there is a kind of coldness that transcends time and space left along the gap of time, she is cruel and indifferent, but also delicate and unstained worldly, as if it is not an exaggeration to describe her with all the beautiful and moving words in the world.

Her long black hair fell down her shoulders, and she wore a delicately woven flower crown on her head, reflecting the dusty white gauze skirt, like a god who had strayed into the world, her eyes drooping slightly, and her long eyelashes covered the emotions under her eyes, but did not block the blue eyes.

The so-called sea of stars in the eyes is probably nothing more than that.

But all the beauty was shattered by the hollowness in her eyes.

Girls are like delicate handicrafts, and they are also like carefully guarded marionettes, and they are clearly good everywhere, but they are a little less angry. This contrast is too sharp, just like the danger and murder hidden under the beauty, and the inexplicable unreality behind the extreme holiness, the limit of beauty is destined to be broken and mutilated.

If you dig deeper into the reason, it is not difficult to find that the girl's white skirt covers the ankles, but some clues leak out. Lined with beautiful golden bells were tangled and twisted blades of grass, flower branches twisted and coiled on her delicate calves, and her feet hidden in the hem of her skirt were entwined with vines of flowers and plants, as if she were firmly nailed to the throne, unable to move.

It's not bondage or captivity, it's like the dying patients living in the intensive care unit, who can't leave oxygen and drips for a moment, and the girl is living on the nutrients given by these flowers. The gorgeous mandala flowers are full of enchanting crimson, as if they have been washed by the blood of thousands of people, so that they can bloom such sinful beauty. Closer to the throne, the flowers could be seen drying up at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The life cycle of plants is obviously much faster than that of humans, and the heavy petals go from budding to tolling in a blink of an eye. It was a poignant bloom, and then withered at the most beautiful moment, and the withered petals fell to the ground, turning into a dull yellow shriveled ash, and then completely dissipated into the dust, as if they had never appeared.

Such sacrifices are inevitable, and they are like a certainty.

Just as the cruelty and mercy of time are always described in positive terms, the replacement of the old and the new has its own certainty, and even the description of a strong man who abandons his hand to protect the car will be added, as if the trade-off at the necessary moment is a normal thing. As for the meaning behind the trade-off, no one cares at all, even if it is the demise of an ancient civilization.

Endless flowers dedicate life force, and it is these consumption that bring the vitality of the girl.

Flower Soul.

The transfer of luck and vitality is to put it to death and live later.

The girl seemed to be accustomed to this, and her expression was almost indifferent, and in front of her, a mirror made of golden sand condensed was suspended.

A young and beautiful girl and a deserted and handsome man appear in the picture, holding hands and walking through the endless darkness, and as the girl's fingertips touch the stone wall, a few lines of handwriting appear on the rock covered in dark green moss.

"These are the totems of the Wu clan. ”

"So these are the formations you said the high priestess used to summon the goddess, so this is the core of the formation?"

The man nodded silently, his gaze following the formation carved into the wall, as if observing something.

The surrounding light was dim, and the old ballad overflowed with the girl's slightly open lips.

"The gods in the snow, the brightness after withering,

Broken faith, return in desperation,

The whispers of the sorcerer, the curse of the near stranger,

The division of illusion, illusory and real,

Light in the dust, the last eternal life. ”

It's like using the key to open a certain civilization, and then there is a long silence. The scene that emerged in the mirror seemed to be condensed, every minute and every second was infinitely extended, and time and space lost the meaning of existence, until finally, the entire illusion was completely shattered.

When the two men came back to their senses, there was a violent shock at the top of the cave, and the boulder rolled down jaggedly, as if to bury everything.

The girl hid in the man's arms in terror, and her last action was to hold his hand tightly.

.......

When she looked at this, the beautiful girl sneered, as if she was mocking something.

As the cave in the illusion collapsed, the mirror formed by the condensation of sand and gravel also shattered. The golden sand floated in the air, and the bits and pieces of dust scattered in all directions, and at last only a faint wisp remained, until it disappeared completely, as if nothing had happened.

Hearing the crisp sound of wind chimes, the girl finally turned around.

Her gaze stopped at the door of the glass house, and her delicate and beautiful face did not show much expression, but only indifference.

Her voice was very soft, and her voice was faint, with an indescribable distance and sound.

"You've come just in time. ”

As the girl's voice fell, a figure slowly walked in from far and near, slowly walking in through the transparent glass wall.

The man was long, tall and thin, and he was dressed in a rather classical black robe that wrapped around his figure, which made him quite chic. The wide black hood obscured most of his appearance, leaving only his lips of very light color, as if there was no blood, with a bit of morbid beauty, and you could feel the weakness of a long illness just by looking at it.

As the man approached step by step, the shadow of the backlight gradually dissipated, and the figure that had disappeared for the most part became clear.

His clear figure is like ink, although his appearance is unknown, but he inexplicably gave birth to a bit of the world.

"Of course I'm here to congratulate you, Amiens. ”