Lan Jingjing took a step towards Zhang Han's side, but she didn't seem to feel that it was appropriate, and finally stood in place reservedly, wanting to speak and stopping. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang Han smiled luckily: "It's okay, it's just a little bit, fortunately, Lao Tzu reacted in time, and he was blessed with a great life." ”

Being able to escape a catastrophe in Qiu Wuxi's hands is indeed a great luck in misfortune, the sword he just now is so powerful, he actually controlled all Zhang Han's mind and mind, if Zhang Han hadn't seen through his face in time and distracted him, Zhang Han would have died in Huangquan by now.

No wonder the sword without a trace of autumn is called "mimic sword", Zhang Han still has palpitations, so far, he has never been so afraid in his life!

Chu Danchen smiled a little happily: "It's okay, I thought your stomach was pierced, Brother Qiu's mimic sword is not a joke." ”

Qiu Wuxian slowly stepped forward and apologized to Zhang Han: "Brother Zhang, I'm sorry, we are both confused by the light shadow, you and I both see each other as a black shadow, causing us to almost kill each other." ”

"Black shadow?" Zhang Han wondered, "You also see me as a black shadow?"

"That's good!" Qiu Wuxian patted him on the shoulder a little embarrassedly and smiled, "We have all fallen for the mirage, its purpose is to lure us into killing each other, fortunately, Brother Zhang, you saw through it in time and called out Qiu's name." ”

Chu Danchen was a little puzzled and said, "Brother Qiu, with your Taoism, can't you see through these illusions of light and shadow?"

Qiu Wuxian smiled and said: "It's a shame to say that the Dao line below has broken through the 'clumsy product', and it should no longer be confused by demonic illusions, but the mirage's 'glowing heart flowing fire lamp' seems to resonate with my 'mimic sword'. ”

Lan Jingjing was slightly moved: "The mirage's glowing heart flowing fire lamp can actually have something in common with Brother Qiu's mimic sword?

Qiu Wuxian said ashamedly: "Jingjing, the foolish brother made you laugh, ashamed! Otherwise, I wouldn't have been separated from you." ”

This sentence seems to be true, because Qiu Wuxian has been following Lan Jingjing's ass like a fart in order to chase Lan Jingjing. As for other explanations, Zhang Han was a little skeptical in his heart, especially the sneer that appeared at the corner of his mouth when he stabbed the sword at him, and now that he thought about it, Zhang Han still shuddered in his heart, did he do it intentionally at that time? Or did he really see Zhang Han as a strange shadow? Then only he knows.

Zhang Han was always uncertain in his heart, and said in his heart, no matter what he said, he had no trace of Qiu, and he must keep an extra eye in the future, otherwise, he didn't know how he died in a daze, especially his "mimic sword"!

Chu Danchen said: "Brother Qiu, how should we go next?"

Qiu Wuxian smiled slightly, and said: "Since Qiu's 'Mimic Heart Sword' and 'Yingxin Flowing Fire Lamp' have something in common in mental art, then Qiu will use the way of others to govern his body, which is called coming and not being rude!"

After speaking, he slowly pulled out the mimic sword in his hand, the sword body was as thin as a cicada's wings, and it was carved with a circle of spring-like textures, delicate like a thrush carefully retouched by a beauty.

Qiu Wuxian stretched out his index finger and flicked the sword body gently, as if testing the elasticity of the girl's snow muscles, and the sword body emitted a crisp trembling sound like a piano sound, like spring snow shattering, like osmanthus falling to the ground.

Qiu Wuxian smiled on his face, and dashingly waved the long sword in his hand at will, stabbing into the mountain wall on the right, his eyes were slightly closed, and his fingers were gently tapped on the hilt of the sword like a musical hit, the sword body continued to tremble slightly, and the ripples like spring water flowed in circles and circles, like countless light patterns flowing into the hard mountain wall through the sword body.

In confusion, Zhang Han felt that a strange picture passed in front of his eyes, suddenly the moonlit night flower forest, suddenly the spring river rose, suddenly the fish jumped over the dragon pool, and suddenly the birds sang in the empty mountains... As the unpredictable pictures continued to jump and superimpose around him, he seemed to see Qiu Wuxian riding a lonely boat on the lake, faintly blowing the melodious flute, as soon as the flute came into his ears, Zhang Han began to feel in a trance, fluttering like being in the clouds, and involuntarily dancing with the flute.

At this moment, a slender hand suddenly patted his shoulder, Zhang Han was shocked, the illusion in front of him disappeared, he looked sideways, and the person who woke him up was Chu Danchen, she looked at him with a smile, lowered her head and whispered in her ear: "Little monk, don't look lost, this is Brother Qiu is performing the Dafa of mimetic mind, his mimetic sword can draw up the most emotional image according to the different moods of each person, into his heart, I don't know how you died." ”

"It's amazing! Lao Tzu's mind is indeed captured!" Zhang Han wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and smiled bitterly.

Chu Danchen stuffed a small jade awl into Zhang Han's palm, and laughed in a low voice, "This is a 'centering cone', Miss Ben's gadget, if you feel in a trance, just stab your palm with it, it can help you refresh yourself." ”

"Really? I'll try it then. Zhang Han whispered, and hurriedly stabbed the palm with the "centering cone", and there was a coolness in the pain, straight through the spine, and after a while, he felt that the spiritual platform was empty, and the floating mood gradually calmed down, and the spring-like ripples on the autumn traceless mimetic sword could no longer have an effect in the mind.

Zhang Han calmed down, looked at Qiu Wuxian and asked Chu Danchen in a low voice: "What is he doing here?"

Chu Danchen shook his head and replied in a low voice: "I don't know, his mimicry sword is too mysterious, others can't see the clues, let's wait and see the excitement." ”

When she was talking to Zhang Han, the head of the mustache was very close to him, the fragrance was slightly smelling, the mouth was like a ripe cherry, and the teeth were like jade, Zhang Han saw that his heart was fluttering, and he really couldn't help but want to kiss on it.

After about a hot tea time, Qiu Wuxian let out a long laugh, and slowly pulled out the mimetic sword that pierced into the mountain wall like a spring silkworm, and the light patterns on the tip of the sword were like an elongated hook, "wave" With the withdrawal of the mimetic sword, more than a dozen humanoid monsters were pulled out of the hard mountain walls on both sides like earthworms, and stumbled into the cave, some with green hair and grimaces, some with beards like pine, some shaped like mountain ghosts, some with horse faces and human bodies, and some more like the native stone monkeys that had just emerged, all of them fell to the ground like drunk drunks and groaned.