The scenery is pleasant, and the lights are like glowing insects.

On the mountain peak, by the black nest, Le Po was on wooden crutches, barely supporting her hunched body, and standing next to her was the focus of many people's eyes - An Juntang.

White clothes are like snow, long swords are like jade, swords and clothes are beautiful, and people are more beautiful.

Le Po smiled lightly: "A book to marry a family sticker, this life is Anjuntang." Hehe, this Mr. Jiang is really talented, he can come up with an inscription in the Eternal Life Academy, and the most finishing touch is the sentence 'Big husband, even if the heavens and men sleep'! good! heroic! ambitious, hahaha......"

The wrinkles on her old man's face were as many as the folds of a bun: "This matter has long spread throughout the South China Sea, and now not only many people know that I have made an exception to Lin Xianfeng to bring in a man, but now they also know that this man has made marrying the empress his life's wish." Okay! The old body really didn't look away, this kid is good! Very good! Haha!"

An Juntang said flatly: "What does the heavenly man in the poem have to do with me?"

Le Po said with a smile: "The empress's temperament is a little indifferent, but she has lived for so long, and her mind is not as simple as ordinary people, even if you don't know who this celestial man refers to, can't you still hear who is the fairy in the painting in the previous sentence 'borrowing the color of the water from the immortals, painting fairies, and the white-coated fish sinking geese'? Everyone knows that in the entire ancient holy land, there is only one person who is most like a fairy celestial, and this person is you." ”

An Juntang said: "I have only been to protect him all my life, and I have nothing else to think about." ”

"Yes, yes, the empress has said many times to the old body, and because of this, you named yourself 'Juntang', An Juntang. It's just that the empress forgot that time is changing, things are changing, and people are changing. The lamp is lit and the lamp is extinguished, the cause and effect are reincarnation, and there is never a day of rest. ”

"Cause and effect reincarnation ......" An Juntang's eyes flickered on a flaming torch again, and it looked like a candle flame from a distance, "The world is changing, and An Juntang is always An Juntang." ”

Le Po smiled: "Since the empress doesn't believe it, why don't you and I make a bet like Mr. Jiang and Ku Po, how about it?"

"What bet?"

"Dusty Heart. ”

"How to gamble?"

"Simple, if the empress is born in her heart and wants to hide in the mortal world, get rid of the ancient holy land, get rid of the identity of the empress of Linxian Peak, she can't wait to be just an ordinary peasant girl, even if this kind of thought is only for a moment, that is, the old body wins, if there is no such thought, the old body is willing to admit defeat. ”

"How long?"

Soon the ten days were to be set by the ten days of the New Year's Day. ”

"But if I have a dusty heart, how can you say that I will tell the truth?"

"You will say it, because Anjuntang has always been Anjuntang. The old man chuckled, his clear and bright eyes were full of love, and he secretly said in his heart: "Silly boy, since the moment you decided to resolutely walk down Linxian Peak for this man, you have lost this gamble......

In the valley, the bitter woman had a gloomy expression: "Thanks to the blessing of Gongzi Jiang, Lin Xianfeng has not been so lively for a long time!"

Jiang Changan stood still in the face of the sea of flowers, did not look back, and said with a smile: "Don't be surprised, if I win this time, there will be more lively New Year's Festival in the future!"

"Jiang Gongzi is so confident that he will win?

"The tired woman is worried about my tongue, and the bitter woman can rest assured, I have experienced too many winds and waves, and this little wind can't even hurt a single hair of my hair!"

"What a sharp mouth! I see how long you can be proud, you will definitely be here tonight!" the bitter woman snorted secretly, and no longer paid attention to him, ordering many disciples to withdraw.

Hu Xiangrong, who was standing beside Jiang Chang'an, asked: "According to your meaning, a corpse should logically have a bloody yin, how do you free these souls?

Jiang Chang'an said: "What time is it?"

"It was just nightfall. ”

Jiang Changan said: "Wait." ”

After waiting for two hours, the moon was in the clouds, and in the middle of the night, suddenly a sound came into his ears, and Jiang Changan shouted:

"It's coming!"

Jiazi.

Many disciples who were about to wait for the faint to fall asleep heard this low shout, and suddenly came to their senses, followed the voice, and were suddenly shocked—

Flower buds burst out of the ground and stretched out from the ground to unfold a palm-shaped blood-red cluster of flowers. Everyone who watched this scene had numb scalps and goosebumps all over their bodies.

"This ......" is not only fox Xiangrong, others are also shocked by this scene.

Dust Valley, ten miles of flowers blooming!

Bright red occupies this barren land, like a blood-colored carpet drilled out of the ground, and under the blue moonlight, it looks bewitching and cold, cold as promised.

All the disciples were engrossed, stunned very much, they seemed to see the most amazing beauty in the world, wonderful, but except for Jiang Chang'an, no one thought about what the flowers were fundamentally, they only saw the beautiful performance, but they didn't know the cruelty under the beautiful surface, behind the scenery is often killing.

Jiang Changan saw what they didn't see, and his eyes were slowly unfolding like a slide of a picture scroll.

They are all disciples of Lin Xianfeng, throwing their blood on this land, planting their beliefs in this beloved ancient holy land, and blooming the most beautiful flowers.

Jiang Changan said lightly: "The blood is dark, the flowers are blooming, and they are short-lived, just to extradite those relatives who are lying in dormant to find the bones......

Boom –

Sure enough, in less than half a pillar of incense, the blood-colored flowers all over the ground shrank back into the dirt. On the next night, they will open one after another. It makes many people who have not yet fully appreciated it sigh.

Jiang Chang stood quietly in place, deaf to all movements, and then came back to his senses and walked into this place of bones.

"Little brother......" Fox Xiangrong was about to follow, and hurriedly stopped again.

This is the path that Jiang Changan is pursuing, and it will not help her if she walks up, but it may have an impact on her, and after thinking about this, the fox wants to Rong Sui and no longer moves forward, standing in place and watching him walk into the thick fog, and the figure gradually disappears.

A group of female disciples beside him who thought that there was some secret treasure in this area also wanted to try it and stepped in, but when they thought that this place had been the burial place of tens of thousands of dead souls, and was given the name of a forbidden place by the empress, it was difficult to guarantee that there would be no evil spirits and dead souls, so they also stopped, and only watched the young man in white who was bent on going his own way gradually drifting away, sneering and at the same time inevitably having some envy and admiration.

Jiang Chang'an's side was filled with mist, and this fog became thicker and thicker as he went deeper.

"If these words are born with the Tao, but the Tao is endless, what are they for? Is it just an obsession to not give up?"

Jiang Changan asked and answered himself, trying to find the answer he wanted most.