In the depths of the bamboo forest, a layer of mist rose in the mountains, floating lightly, like a layer of light veil, like a dream, but not real.

Strange to say, the summer in the south should be hot and humid, but tonight's mountains and forests are exceptionally cold, and even the breeze blowing through the forest has a trace of bone-chilling cold, soaking the skin inch by inch.

"Sir. Huo Qing turned his head sideways, his face was solemn, and he frowned, "Don't you think it's a little strange?"

"You also found it?" The man in the green shirt looked indifferent, coughed lightly, and the hand holding the long sword subconsciously gathered the thin long shirt, muttering, "This weather is weird enough, cold panic." ”

Huo Qing sighed and nodded, "It's weird enough......"

"No, no, sir!" Huo Qing didn't finish speaking, and found that the man in the green shirt had misunderstood, so he hurriedly corrected it, "Sir, we seem to be lost?"

"It's not just lost. The man in the green shirt tilted his head, yawned, and let his body jolt on the horse's back, "We are trapped in the illusion!"

"What!" Huo Qing's eyes widened, his face was shocked, and he exclaimed in surprise.

With a wave of his long sleeves, an elm plain-faced scabbard was like a stab out, and when he was two inches away from Huo Qing, he suddenly retracted his momentum, tapped his shoulder, and then the man said in a deep voice: "Be quiet!"

Huo Qing said "eh, eh" twice, nodded hurriedly, looked back at the thousands of iron riders behind him, and saw that they were not disturbed by the shout he had just made, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The iron cavalry in the north who gallops on horseback all the year round has already practiced a horse kung fu, and for example, the leopard cavalry camp behind him is not uncommon to march day and night, and the kung fu of sleeping right away is even more commonplace.

Every family in the northern state raises horses, three-year-old children will ride horses and take bows, the reason why the iron horses in the northern state can step on the world, crisscrossing the four seas, and the northern state is rich in good horses, everyone is good at riding and shooting is not unrelated.

It is even rumored that the war horses in the north are only obedient to the riding of the soldiers in the north, and the cavalry in the north will wear a hollow iron box on their waists, and the iron box contains the air-dried horse musk developed by secret methods, and the war horses in the north will obediently obey after smelling the horse musk. In this way, if any horses are captured by the enemy on the battlefield, they will not be tamed in a short time.

"Sir......" Huo Qing shouted quietly and walked forward with the iron horse.

"Hmm. The man in the green shirt closed his eyes and answered, and then fell into silence again.

"What should we do now?" Huo Qing didn't seem to be sleepy, his expression was flustered, and he whispered.

"What are you panicking about, will you break this illusion?Wait, the one who should come will always come......" The man in the green shirt still closed his eyes, and he didn't seem to be worried about being trapped at all.

He looked at the man beside him silently, thoughtful, but he couldn't understand it, and finally couldn't help it, and said, "Huo Qing didn't understand, please Mr. Explain." ”

"Hmm!" The man in the green shirt opened his eyes, sat up, turned his head to look at Huo Qing who was talking beside him, and said lightly: "This illusion is obviously deliberately planted here, since it is an illusion set by people, then what is their purpose?"

"They want to trap us!" Huo Qing suddenly realized and scolded angrily in a low voice, "The people of Wuyue Kingdom are really cunning enough. ”

"This illusion is not simple, since it can spread the entire mountain in, it is obviously the work of a master. Just as a light breeze was blowing, the man in the green shirt looked sideways at the bamboo forest shrouded in mist in the distance.

The wind blew, but the mist in the bamboo forest showed no trace of being blown away. For a moment, he had a trance feeling of being swallowed by the illusion, and a layer of doubt condensed between his eyebrows.

"What's wrong with sir!" The change in the face of the man in green shirt was seen by Huo Qing, who was staring at him from the side, Huo Qing became nervous and hurriedly asked.

"It's fine. The man in the green shirt smiled reluctantly and muttered, "This illusion is not simple, even the fog in this mountain is also created by the caster." ”

"What!" Huo Qing was startled and fell into deep thought. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "I once heard people say that there are two kinds of illusions, one is to use drugs to control people's minds, so that people can hallucinate and lose their minds, but people who fall for this illusion are generally immersed in their own illusions, and they can't communicate with each other like us. ”

The man in the green shirt nodded, did not speak, and continued to listen to Huo Qing.

"There is also a kind of illusion that uses the technique of Qimen Dunjia or other secret techniques to change the shape of certain objects through the terrain, time of day and weather, and turn the space of the spell into a labyrinth, so that people who enter this space have illusions. Huo Qing continued, but his heart was restless.

"That's right, ordinary illusions are nothing more than these two methods, but today this illusion is strange. The man in the green shirt opened his hand, grabbed a handful out of thin air, rubbed his hand, and wondered in his heart, "This fog doesn't look like a fake, isn't it ......?"

"Sir!" Huo Qing shouted, pulled out a horn cornet tied around his waist and blew it.

The dull sound of the horn instantly pierced the silent night sky, and thousands of iron horsemen behind him immediately woke up from their sleep when they heard the sound.

Huo Qing was blowing the horn cornet while shouting at the top of his voice: "Be vigilant, be vigilant......

The soldiers, who had just woken up from their sleep, listened to the dull and melodious sound of the horn, and instantly felt refreshed and refreshed. They clenched the lance in their hands, their faces were neat, and they scanned their surroundings vigilantly.

But I saw that the bamboo forest around was submerged in the mist, there were countless pitch-black figures beating, the figures loomed for a while, and then disappeared into the fog in an instant, and people could only see vaguely by the faint light of a few torches and the hazy moonlight.

But it was still like chasing the wind and catching shadows, and I didn't even see the appearance of the figures clearly, and those dark and flashing figures, real and false, like illusions kept emerging.

"What kind of person? sneaky, why don't you show up!" the man in the green shirt sat on his horse and shouted, his hand holding the sword, his wrist flicked, the long sword was unsheathed, and a cold light pierced the night sky.

The long sword was in his hand, and with a wave of the cyan silk sleeve, the long sword slashed in the air, and a sharp sword qi rushed out, and a piece of bamboo several meters away was cut off.

There was a sound of "rustling" leaves rubbing, and the emerald green bamboo leaves that fell lightly were blown by the wind like a kite with a broken string, falling wantonly.

There was silence in the bamboo forest.

I saw two figures, one black and one white, standing on the treetops.

"Are you still hesitating?" In the inky night, the black and white figures were submerged in a hazy mist, and a hoarse voice came from behind the mask, dead silence.

"I'm afraid you're going to die. The woman in white had a solemn face, staring at the white horse and green shirt in the distance, a smile on her face as cold as frost, and her cheeks looked like a heavenly person.

The ethereal and clear voice is like a quiet spring in the deep valley. The clear shadow that ripples with the wind is like the bright moon of the nine days flowing in the breeze under the bamboo.

- What a sentence: the sound of the valley spring, the shadow of the moon in the forest. The painting is clear, the road is clear?

"Really?" the black-robed old ghost sneered, turned his head to look at her, his eyes moved slightly, and he was silent. After a moment, he whispered, "High Priest, are you testing me?"

"Maybe......" The woman in white turned her head, the two looked at each other for a long time, and she said lightly, "Why doesn't he want to see me?"

"The leader is treacherous, but you think that man is our leader. The eyes under the Xuantie mask were cold for a moment, full of killing intent, "It's a pity that with his sword, he is not qualified enough!"

"Oh......" Xue Wei looked back, blinked her eyes lightly, and continued to stare at the man, "I'm curious about what kind of person he is." ”

"The high priest is curious, and the old ghost will help you test it. ”

"It's not good to be too confident. Xue Wei reached out to catch a fallen bamboo leaf and smiled.

"Within ten moves, I will take this person's life. The black hat on the black-robed man's body poured out of the black smoke like silk, as dry as yellow spring water.

"Then let's make a bet, and if you lose, tell me his whereabouts. With a movement of her white and slender fingers, she flicked the bamboo leaf in her hand away, and suddenly retracted her cold hand into her sleeve.

"What if I win?" asked the black-robed man with a cold look in his eyes.

Xue Wei waved her white sleeves, drew an arc in the air, withdrew her hand behind her back, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "Is it enough?"

- She waved her sleeves lightly, and the universe in her sleeves turned out to be the reckless mountains and rivers of the emperor's country.

"Haha...... Okay!" The figure in black was like a rainbow, and in the snap of his fingers, the pitch-black figure flickered, and the whole person turned into an afterimage, fleeting.

On this side, on the white horse, the man in the green shirt slashed out several swords again, and the cold sword qi crisscrossed and slashed the bamboo forest in an instant.

Huo Qing was stunned by this swordsmanship, and looked at the bamboo forest in front of him that had been cut off.

"—Good sword!" A hoarse voice wandered in the forest, and the dark figures in the fog instantly coalesced, and a black shadow stood in front of the white horse a few feet away.

The white horse was startled, restlessly rubbing his hooves against the ground, the horse's neck leaning back vigorously, and the heavy breathing in his nose trembled.

"You've finally shown up. The man in the green shirt turned over and dismounted, waved his blue sleeves, and slapped the white horse's buttocks, the white horse stood obediently in place, he turned his head and smiled at Huo Qing, "You guys are waiting for me here." ”

"Yes!" Huo Qing clenched his fists and bowed, then turned back to the mighty leopard cavalry and ordered: "The leopard cavalry camp is on standby!"

"Mr. Wine!" the two looked at each other from a distance of several feet, and the black-robed man asked.

"Oh?" The man in the green shirt stood with his sword, a green shirt looked thin against the backdrop of the bamboo forest, but the whole person was very arrogant, and there was no trace of panic in his eyes, "Do you know Jiu?"

"Mr. Wine, who is the sword shocking the world, the old ghost has admired him for a long time, and he can see it today, and it is really extraordinary. The black-robed old ghost said calmly, "Today I made a bet with someone to kill you in ten moves." ”

"Old ghost, is that the Ten Nights organization that made trouble in Emperor Lincheng?" the man in the green shirt grinned, waved his long sword, pointed at the black-robed man, and shouted loudly, "Then I will take you down today and go to the cold jade to exchange for some good wine to taste." ”

"Hahaha......" The black-robed man laughed, the black mist emitted from his body was even worse, and he bowed and said, "Teach me!"