On the other side of the bridge, Long Zerola was long gone. The door of the Hongyan Pavilion was half-concealed and half-hidden, and a faint candlelight was projected from inside.

The sound of the pipa and the guzheng lingers in the ears and is clearer.

This is the beauty in the pavilion, in the interpretation.

Lin Jue took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped over the vermilion threshold.

The door slowly closed, obscuring the beautiful sound.

In the pavilion, it is surprisingly large, Lin Jue looked around, and found that there were eight wings here, all the doors were hung with vermilion curtains, and the candles were swinging, reflecting the graceful figures.

Lin Jue took his gaze away from the red curtain in the wing room, looked at the flame in the center, and his heart trembled.

It's a bright red heart, and every time it beats, it shoots out a ball of flame. The heart is placed by a pile of bones, which looks like an altar and a patchwork hand, which looks very strange.

"The fire of life beating in the heart is just a fire here?" Lin Jue frowned and muttered.

At this time, the red curtain cloth in the west wing stretched out a jade hand like a blue lotus, and a woman walked out holding a pipa and half-covering her face. She was dressed in a floor-length gauze skirt, and the murder weapon on her chest almost broke her clothes, a snow-white and intoxicating ravine, under the flickering of the firelight, with her own vertigo skills, and her heart trembled.

The woman came to the mahogany table and chair next to her, brushed her plump back buttocks, left the hem of the gauze skirt aside, and clamped her legs, and sat down on the chair, plucking the strings of the lute, wanting to play the lute.

Lin Jue's eyes widened, because this woman looked exactly like the third beauty in the Emperor Garden, above the heavens, and among the icebergs.

Lin never knew her name or why she was here.

A bright light flashed through his head, and he had just thought about it, but it was interrupted by the soft sound of the lute and the ethereal singing of this beauty.

She sang: "The lack of the moon hangs the dredging tree, and the leakage of the people's initial quietness." From time to time, I saw a lonely person, ethereal and lonely. Shocked but turned back, there was hatred and no one to think. Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to perch, and the lonely sandbar is cold. ”

This beautiful voice is tactful, cold and lonely, showing her depressed, lonely, lonely and painful mood, and it also reflects her attitude towards life that is lonely and self-appreciative, and does not want to follow the crowd.

Lin Jue secretly admired, what a second person!

Time flies, time flies, from the past ear and sideburns grinding, to today's sitting alone in the red pavilion. Things are people, but how can everything be stopped?

Bang bang bang

At the end of the song, Lin Jue slapped his palms and sighed, both emotionally and amazed.

At the end of the song, the woman put down the pipa lightly, her face stained with tears, both sad and hesitant.

At this moment, she is delicate like a rain lotus that has been slapped by a rainstorm, curled up with green leaves, shivering astringently, which makes people love and pity.

Lin Jue wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know how to speak.

Because, with the same emotion and the same solution, not everyone can empathize, and silence may be the best, so Lin Jue took out a silk scarf from the Yunsheng ring and handed it over.

"Thank you. The woman did not take the silk scarf and politely refused.

She wiped her tears and stood up from her seat, her gauze skirt falling from both sides, covering her smooth and long legs. She glanced at Lin Jue carefully a few times, and suddenly frowned: "We seem to have met somewhere!"

"Hmm. Lin Jue nodded, did not refute, and said, "In the Emperor Garden, you are the third iceberg in heaven. On the second basement floor, you are in the west wing of the Red Pavilion, who are you?"

Emperor Garden Paradise, the training ground, and the weird underground ancient city, what is the connection between them?

Lin Jue desperately wanted to know the answer, and the fastest way to get the answer was to ask someone.

Lin Jue stared at the woman, his eyes gathered, reflecting the fire of life beating in his heart, which was a little terrifying.

"I, I'm just a thin face, a pawn discarded at will, who else can I be?" the woman smiled bitterly, thinking of her life, almost pear blossoms with rain.

Lin Jue snorted coldly, unmoved, he spoke: "If I guessed correctly, the iceberg beauties in heaven are in order. With only the fifth rank and you in the third, it's clear that your position is more important. Now, you appear in the Hongyan Pavilion on the tributary of the River Styx, sitting alone in the West Chamber, you are the lord of a pavilion, the fire of life is lit in the center of the pavilion, and you are not as pitiful as you say. ”

The woman's face changed, and then she grinned and said, "It is worthy of being the emperor's former colleague, and everything is very detailed. You've only guessed three points correctly, though. ”

"Oh? Lin Jue said.

"The emperor said, if I see you, let me only say one thing, that is, he is waiting for you at the end!" the woman said of the emperor, her eyes were fanatical and intense, both adoring and loving.

Lin Jue nodded, and didn't say anything, for him, who the emperor was, he knew best.

Is the Killer Wolf still the commander who only knows how to kill?

No, he's changed, he's got power, he's got strategic, and he's seemed to discover a great secret.

Lin Jue packed up his mood and said to the woman: "Tell you the emperor, I will definitely go to him!"

The woman put away her fanaticism, nodded, and said to Lin Jue: "One night is worth a thousand gold, and one night dreams are eternal, which room do you want to go to sleep in." ”

"Before that, I want to ask, how many rooms did the dragon girl who came in before enter?" Lin Jue asked.

"She went to the South Chamber. The woman pointed to the south chamber where the candle flame had been extinguished and plunged into darkness.

"Then let's go to the West Chamber. Lin Jue walked straight to the west chamber.

In the Hongyan Pavilion, every wing room is exquisite, and there will be different answers in every direction. It's a choice, but it also seems to be a fulfillment. Lin Jue wanted to see what he would see all the way to the west, whether the old demon in the Northwest Land was looking for the seal of the Emperor of Punishment.

In the west wing, there is a faint fragrance, refreshing. A golden vase of jade, a small futon, this is the furnishings inside, very simple.

Is this meditation akin to a bitter monk's daily practice? This requires great perseverance, and Lin desperately looked at the faint figure outside the red curtain, full of admiration.

He came to the futon, sat down, and slowly closed his eyes. The flickering candle flame gradually went out. In the entire West Chamber, the golden vase jade on the *** table that fell into darkness began to emit a faint mist, permeating the entire room.

The corners of Lin Jue's eyebrows trembled, and when he opened his eyes, he looked at the scene in front of him and was taken aback.

This mountain peak actually has the breath of the Emperor of Punishment, and it is a broken hair of the Emperor of Punishment! Lin Juan looked at it, and almost exhaled, there was a young man there, with bulging muscles all over his body, and his upper body was bare, and he was trying to climb up, grabbed the broken hair, and swallowed it in one gulp.

In an instant, the wind surged, the mountain peaks collapsed, and the smoke and dust filled the air.

After a long time, a figure appeared among the smoke and dust, looking at this one with scarlet eyes, Lin Jue was startled and his heart trembled.