Under the protection of the four spirits, Ling Xuanluo and Jiang Nanjun escaped from the illusion mirror maze with the little flea. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As soon as the two of them came out of the virtual realm, they arranged for the two Xuantian Toad Demons to return to the Tomb of Despair from the Dragon Tooth Mirror. When everything was done, Ling Xuanluo was still not easy, and continued to stare at the dragon tooth mirror in a daze.

Jiang Nanjun couldn't guess what he was thinking, and suggested: "Xuanluo, let's get out of here first, and when the affairs of Jiluo Mountain are arranged, we will set off for Xuanyuan Mountain and meet the leader of the Ghost Alliance." ”

Yes, with the relationship between the ghost area and the Son of Heaven, if they knew that he had met with misfortune and had passed away, they didn't know what it would be like to be sad, so they couldn't bear to report this matter in the form of a military report, and they had to show it in person.

Jiang Nanjun was reasonable, Ling Xuanluo didn't have time to think about it, so he walked out of the Xuanbing Cave with him.

But as soon as I got out of the ice cave, I felt abnormal, as if I had set up a stove, and my skin was scorched by the air, and it hurt like a pinprick in a needle. The sky is also like an open umbrella, and the light is so strong that people dare not look up. Looking at the verdant bamboo forest in the distance, the scorching scorching air in the forest is steaming, as if there is a fire burning from the ground.

What does it mean to be born with such a vision?

The two of them clearly remembered that when they entered the Xuanbing Cave with Chen Tao and saw the two toad demons on the night, they did feel stuffy, but it was not as hot as it is now. They only stayed in the Xuanbing Cave for three days, and when they came out again, how could the warm early summer sun above their heads become the fiery sun they are now?

It's still the beginning of June, and summer hasn't arrived yet, so the weather shouldn't be so hot anyway. Jiang Nanjun looked at the flowers and green trees in the Baixiang Valley, and said to himself worriedly: "A catastrophe, I'm afraid it has already begun!" ”

"What? What does the military advisor mean by this? Ling Xuanluo was very close to him, and he had palpitations when he heard it.

Jiang Nanjun didn't answer directly, but only beckoned: "You come with me, go to the Hall of Solitude, I have something for you to see." ”

Ling Xuanluo didn't ask any more questions, and went to the Hall of Solitude with him.

Walking into the gate of the Hall of Solitude, Jiang Nanjun took him straight to Zhuxing's study.

In the study, the desk, the couch, the Duobao Pavilion, and even the potted plants by the window are still the same. The items used by Zhuxing are still in place one by one, as if he will push the door in at any time.

Seeing things and thinking about people, Ling Xuanluo's eyes were moist again.

Jiang Nanjun knew that this room aroused his sadness, so he patted him on the shoulder and wanted to comfort him, but the words were choked in his throat, and he wanted to cry.

He simply didn't say anything, walked over to the bookshelf, pulled out a roll of paper from under a stack of books, and handed it over.

Ling Xuanluo took it and unfolded it to see that it was a thick stack of messy paintings. There are mountains, rivers and stones in the painting, and the painting method is clumsy, as if it came from the hands of a child of several years old.

"Strategist, these are the paintings that Uncle Shi mentioned before he died?" He asked in surprise, forgetting his sadness for a moment.

Jiang Nanjun nodded and said, "Yes, these are the pictures that Xingzhu Immortal made after returning to Jiluo Mountain and recovering his sanity." I have carefully kept every piece of such important information and have never missed it. You connect them and try to see if you can find the mystery hidden in them. ”

He said it so carefully, Ling Xuanluo hurriedly and carefully looked through them one by one, but he saw that the second monk was confused, so he had to admit honestly: "Xuanluo is stupid...... I didn't see anything strange in the painting, and I asked my brother to teach me! ”

Jiang Nanjun smiled slightly, put the paintings on the table, and pointed to them one by one, "In this one, it is Mount Tai, this one is Hengshan, this one is Huashan, this one is Songshan, this one is ......"

Ling Xuanluo heard the thunder in his head, pressed his hand, and interrupted him: "Brother and slow, you mean, Uncle Shi's paintings are painting Wuyue?" ”

Jiang Nanjun shook his head, pointed to another and said, "It's not that simple, Wuyue is just a part of it. Take a good look, where is the content of this one? ”

Ling Xuanluo buried his head and looked at it, almost standing unsteadily, and exclaimed: "This is Jiluo Mountain!" ”