From a distance, the mansion is elegantly shaped, surrounded by streams, and looks like a landscape picture of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River against the backdrop of the starlight on the dome.

Sweeping the courtyard wall, you can see some exquisite and unique mountain rocks towering out, which looks quiet and serene, and the scenery inside must be not much worse.

Walking to the vermilion lacquer gate, you can hear the gurgling sound of water inside, in a trance, as if there is still a bird's call, ethereal and illusory.

On both sides of the gate hangs a couplet, which reads:

How can you be as good as you want, but please be worthy of my heart.

Seeing that couplet, a touch of sadness appeared on the eyebrows of Qing Lingmei's eyes: "Father said that this place was built according to the layout of my mother's house, and it was exactly the same as the original Mo Mansion, but this couplet was hung later." I also wanted to come in and have a look, but my father never agreed, and I hope that you can open the door smoothly and fulfill my wish this time. ”

After saying that, Qing Ling stretched out his white little hand, put it on the gate and pushed it hard, a lotus-like ripple spread out, the gate did not react in the slightest, tilted his head, and looked at Mo Yi. As he said before, the Diancui Pavilion of this Tibetan Qin is forbidden by the formation.

"It's the Lotus Ban, I'll come. ”

Mo still had a soft voice, stood in front of the door, pinched his hands, and then waved his sleeves, and a little golden light appeared in front of her, brilliant, and then slowly condensed a golden lotus, the petals bloomed, vivid, coupled with the elegant body fragrance exuded by Mo Yi's body, it was very amazing!

Taking a deep breath, Mo still slowly pushed the golden lotus flower forward, and a ripple suddenly appeared on the door, and the lotus flower melted away like water, and the thick vermilion lacquer gate immediately opened with a squeak.

"In order to pay tribute to his deceased wife Mo Qinglian, Ziyang's predecessors deliberately built a Qinglian Palace, and set a ban in this mansion, unless the Qinglian secret method cannot be opened, isn't it just for the descendants of Qinglian Palace to come here to take the qin, so that the sound of the qin can reappear in the world?"

The technique that Mo still performed just now was the Qinglian Secret Technique that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Qinglian Palace, and when the Zhu Gate opened, her heart trembled, and she couldn't imagine that Ziyang Zhenren was so infatuated.

Just as he was about to step in, Mo still suddenly stiffened and paused.

Meng Fan frowned and swept behind the door, holding the Tang knife in his hand, his face grim.

I saw a slender man in white, holding a long sword, exuding a faint white halo on his body, slowly walked out from behind the door, stared at Mo Yi, passed by her, and stood in front of Qing Ling, his eyes were soft, and he said softly: "Ling'er, ......"

"Father's ......"

Hearing the man's call, Qing Lingmei's eyes widened suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes, and she hurriedly bowed, not daring to look up at him for a long time, but tears fell to the ground.

"Old man!"

Seeing the man, Shen Ling also looked moved, and then whispered in his heart: "It's still handsome when the old man was young!"

"This illusion is supported by a trace of divine thought I left before, the years are too long, I can't hold on anymore, you go and get the piano, I hope I can hear the piano sound again. Ziyang Zhenren's illusion spoke, and suddenly glanced at Meng Fan with a slanted phoenix eye, looked at it with a slightly surprised expression, and turned to look in the distance, standing with a sword, "There are ghosts coming, I'll help you block it, but it's a pity that the cultivation of this illusion is not high, I'm afraid it won't help you much." ”

As soon as the words fell, the pavilions and pavilions in the distance collapsed one after another, and in the rumbling sound, the ground shook, the smoke and dust were everywhere, and a huge and strange figure rushed out of the smoke and dust, setting off a monstrous aura, and even roared to the sky: "The surname Meng, this time Lao Tzu will definitely kill you!"

"Ouyang Yunyi?"

Meng Fan's eyes were full of surprise, he didn't know what Ouyang Yunyi had done, he was originally very handsome, but he made himself look ugly, it was too ruthless!

It's just that I don't know what good things Ouyang Yunyi can bring him this time, Meng Fan is looking forward to it.

"Let's go!" Qing Ling glanced at his father, wiped his tears, and walked into the door with Sam Ling in his arms.

"Meng Daoyou, aren't you coming in?" Mo still glanced into the distance, with a little worry in his beautiful eyes.

"Go ahead, that kid is here to find me, I won't go in," Meng Fan raised the Tang knife in his hand, glanced at the illusion of Ziyang Zhenren, and grinned, "I can fight side by side with Ziyang seniors, and I can brag with others in the future!"

"Meng Daoyou, take care!" Mo still smiled helplessly, turned around and ran into the courtyard......

Seeing that it would take a certain amount of time for Ouyang Yunyi to arrive here, Meng Fan restrained his smile and asked in a deep voice to the illusion of Ziyang Zhenren, "Senior, can your illusion communicate with the body of the underworld?"

"No, you can't. The illusion shook his head slightly, and his voice was light, "There is just a trace of divine thought attached to the illusion, is there something?"

"Nothing's wrong. Meng Fan sighed, he wanted to inquire about the situation in the underworld, and then ask Ziyang Zhenren if he had seen the old immortal in the underworld, or the parents of the pillar and the creek...... But since this illusion can't communicate with the body of the underworld, it's a vain question to ask.

"Boy, is the Immortal Furnace on you?" the illusion asked him.

"Yes. Meng Fan nodded, but his heart was apprehensive, this illusion didn't want to ask for the Immortal Furnace back on behalf of Ziyang Zhenren, right? ”

The illusion frowned, looked at Meng Fan again, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes, Meng Fan pursed his lips, and also responded to his gaze with a frank look, and there was also a hint of scoundrel.

After a while, the phantom's eyes finally softened: "Pifu is not guilty, he is guilty, I hope you will do it yourself, protect the Immortal Furnace, and even more importantly, protect Ling'er...... Let her wait until the day I return. ”

After a pause, the illusion glanced at Ouyang Yunyi, who was about to rush over, and shook the long sword in his hand: "Boy, since there are ghosts coming to help, I will teach you a set of swordsmanship, learn it well!"

"Thank you, senior!" Meng Fan was overjoyed when he heard this, but he also knew that Ziyang Zhenren's illusion was not at ease with him, worried that he would not be able to protect the Immortal Furnace and his daughter, so he taught swordsmanship, but this is fine, if you don't learn it in vain, Ziyang Zhenren's swordsmanship will definitely be good.

Meng Fan licked his lips excitedly, looked at the illusion of Ziyang Zhenren intently, and thanked Ouyang Yunyi in his heart, it was too timely to appear.

Ziyang Zhenren held the long sword across his chest, his robe swelled without wind, very elegant, and slowly spit out three words: "Crossing the sea!"

As soon as the three words of crossing the sea came out, the long sword in the phantom hand suddenly shone with purple light, and the surrounding thin heaven and earth aura went crazy, surging and surging into the sword body, the sword body was purple and flourishing, and the sound of rumbling wind and thunder sounded, which was terrifying!

"Hahaha, surnamed Meng, look where you are fleeing this time!"

At this time, Ouyang Yunyi had already flown in, his face was hideous, revealing a look of madness, and the illusion also raised his long sword and slashed towards Ouyang Yunyi!

It was at this time that an ethereal sound like a fairy sound came out of the courtyard, and after the illusion split the sword, he no longer paid attention to Ouyang Yunyi, but turned his head and looked at the courtyard with a look of memory.

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