Needless to say, Zhenjun knew that as soon as he made a decision, the nine cows couldn't pull back his character, so he no longer bothered to persuade him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He raised the teacup in his hand and said, "Then thank you, brother." ”

Qiu Ting Zhenjun laughed, as if he had returned to his high-spirited youth. He said: "Our brothers haven't teamed up for many years, so this time let's go to the Misty Forest to break into it." ”

Needless to say, Zhenjun knocked lightly on the table, and his tone didn't fluctuate much, "It's too early to say this, let's go to Heguang to see the situation first." ”

"That's right", Qiu Ting Zhenjun nodded his beard, and then thought of Heguang Zhenjun's temperament, and couldn't help but be a little worried, "Can you handle it over there?"

Needless to say, Zhenjun paused, and sighed a little helplessly, "Do your best." ”

……

Ming Chu looked at the space in front of him, full of powerlessness. Ever since she regained consciousness, she had been to this place. The boundless darkness, the intricacies of the labyrinths with no end in sight, and the unknowing speed of time, she felt nothing of life except herself.

"Seventeen, have they returned to the sect?"

"I should go back."

Ming Chu sat down against the wall of the corridor and muttered to himself. She didn't know how long she had been stuck here, and she didn't know if she was still in the same world. Every day she faces this dead darkness and a labyrinth that can never find an exit.

During this time, she groped for directions countless times, looking for an exit, but failed countless times. The mood has also changed from curiosity to irritability to powerlessness at the beginning, so that now there is a faint fear, not afraid of this darkness, but afraid that she will never see the person she cares about again, so she can only be trapped alone in this space and float immortally.

Thinking of this, boundless loneliness and despair surged in, and Ming Chu curled up, as if this would be able to retain the last trace of warmth. She clutched her chest and repeated in her mouth: "Master, mother, ......"

Gradually, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally she seemed to fall into a dream. In the dream, she saw that when she was a child, her mother hugged her, smiled and put her hand on her chest and told her: "The heart is the most fragile and powerful thing in the world." When you are afraid of being confused, touch here, it will show you the way to be strong, and it will also show you the way forward. ”

The corners of Ming Chu's mouth rose unconsciously, and she stretched out her hand, wanting to hold her mother's warm palm. But when the picture turned, she saw the master carefully applying ointment to her under the dusk sunstone, accompanying her in the morning glow of the waterfall to practice swordsmanship, and not forgetting to prepare new clothes for her before retreat.

Looking at it, tears moistened her eyelashes, Ming Chu sniffled, woke up, she couldn't give up, she wanted to go back.

Clench your fists, cheer yourself up, and start again at the beginning of tomorrow. As far as her experience of the first few encounters is concerned, with her current level, it is too difficult to find the pattern of the maze. This time, she changed her way, following the method her mother told her, and followed the guidance of her heart.

I don't know how long I walked, how many directions I changed, and in a blur, Ming Chu felt a trace of traction, as if something was calling her in front.

She quickened her pace, chasing after the vague sense. Maybe it's the distance shortening, and her feelings are getting stronger. Finally, she stopped in front of a small courtyard.

Ming Chu cautiously stepped in. As soon as I entered the hospital, the surroundings suddenly lit up. She tried to steady her mind and asked, "Is anyone there?"

No one answered in the hospital.

She didn't give up, and then asked, "Where is this, and why am I here?"

There was still no sound all around.

After confirming that there was no one, Ming Chu was a little disappointed, this place was different from the place she had walked before, and she thought that she could use this to figure out the reason why she was here, but she never thought that it would be empty in the end.

"It's better to be in a dark labyrinth than to be in a dark labyrinth," she could only comfort herself at the moment.

Ming Chu took a deep breath and began to look around, before he was only concerned with figuring out where he was, and he didn't notice the layout of the courtyard.

Now it seems that this place is not much different from the small courtyard of ordinary people, if it is different, it may be more simple. The thatched eaves of the bamboo house, the fence wall, and a few willows are sparsely planted in the courtyard, which looks very similar to her home in Qilian City.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the door was opened, and the room was clean, only a table and a few bamboo chairs were neatly placed. Her hand brushed the tea set on the table, and there was still residual warmth, which made her even more puzzled. It's clean and tidy, it's not like it's been left uninhabited for many years, but isn't it strange that she came in unhindered and didn't sense any other breath?

Could this be the mustard seed space? A spirit in the early Ming Dynasty, I don't know why he had such an idea. She thought about the experience of these days, the dark labyrinth, the ordinary farmhouse courtyard, the simple bamboo house, and the spiritual power imprisonment these days...... No matter how you think about it, you can't find another possibility.

She had heard Xiaotu say that a monk could intercept a certain scene, attach it to the mustard seed space, and preserve it intact for thousands of years without changing. It's just that the Dao Law in the world of cultivating immortals is not flourishing today, and the cultivation is the highest but the gods, and the monks of the Dao are almost unheard of, plus the mustard seed stone is difficult to find, and there are at most one or two mustard seed spaces in the world, which are still in the hands of the big sects.

Putting aside the conjecture in his heart, Ming Chu swept the room layout at a glance, and without getting any usable information, he turned around and walked out of the door and into the next room.

As far as the eye can see, the room full of bookshelves fills the already small space, and countless jade slips and books are placed on top of each other. At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, I flipped through two of them, and I found that there were all the words I couldn't understand and put them down. I can't help but feel sorry in my heart, if the bookworm Xiaotu is here, it will be like a treasure trove, and I can't help but be overjoyed.

When she passed by the bamboo case, her eyes couldn't help but pause, and she saw a painting tiled on the bamboo case.

In the painting, the grass and green space, the flowers are like brocade, a woman in green clothes dances a sword in the wind, smiling lightly, her bright eyes are flowing, and she is looking forward to the brilliance.

Ming Chu unconsciously leaned over, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that the person on the painting looked familiar, but she tried to think about it for a while, but she didn't remember where she had seen it. She shook her head and tossed it aside, intending to look around the other rooms to see if she could find a clue to get out.

Just as she was about to turn to leave the house, the painting flashed with light, and a soft white light rose.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the body froze and turned uncontrollably.

The ball of light slowly drifted by, her eyes widening, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

What does it want to do? What should I do?

But no matter what she thought, how she struggled to escape control, it was useless. In the end, she could only watch as the light floated in front of her.

My life is resting, there is only one thought at this time at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, she closed her eyes, waited for the light group to enter the Purple Mansion, and at the same time her heart was ruthless, even if it was devoured, it would never make it better.