Please enter the text The crow pursed her lips, even if Wen Xi's skills are greatly reduced now, she is not a weak woman who will obediently be easily subdued, and the person who abducted her can take her away quietly under the noses of a group of black guards, then this person must be a person with the best skills, the crow felt that it was tricky, raised his head and whistled, and a gray feather pigeon circled in the sky, and the crow took out a small strip of cloth from his sleeve and tied it to the pigeon's foot and released it.

She said to Xuan Chen: "I can mobilize some people from Jiangnan Dao, they should be able to come soon, and the Taoist master will stay here." After speaking, before Xuanchen could react, she jumped out of the window.

Two hours later, an invisible net started from Qingzhou Town, slowly spreading out in all directions, Crow didn't know what the person who took Wen Xi wanted, and didn't dare to make a big fanfare, but she had already combed through the neighborhood carefully, and still found nothing.

The night passed, if Wen Xi had no news, the crow would send a letter to Luo Cheng, her face was very bad, this matter, not only failed to His Royal Highness the Prince, but also feared that Wen Xi would encounter an accident, but after dawn, she received a note, which was also from a carrier pigeon, asking her to continue to go to the Muchuan City Jingshui Zen Temple, and the person who wrote the pen was actually Wen Xi.

After Xuanchen came over to look at it, he was taken aback and said, "It's that girl's handwriting." ”

The crow recognized the pigeon that sent the letter, it was also the pigeon that the black guard used to transmit the message, she thought for a while, and did not say anything in detail with the puzzled Xuanchen, but quickly gathered the manpower and immediately set off towards Muchuan City.

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There is a sound of flowing water, and there are traces of the wind.

In the wind, there is a faint fragrance, not strong, not light, just familiar, Wen Xi feels that she should recognize, but she really can't remember where she smelled it, and the place she is in is also very familiar, familiar with the furnishings in the house, and the plants and trees outside the house can be seen with their eyes closed.

The man who brought her sat by the water outside the hut, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then spewed out a curling smoke from his mouth and nose, and the smoke diffused a vague aroma.

This person, she also recognized, should recognize, there was a relationship, in the Eastern Wei Dynasty Tianhe five years, she followed Wen Yan out of the boundary of Wangzhou, three days along the water, is the rarely populated Youyun Prefecture, there is a valley in the southeast, called the Night King Valley, and it is a place where people and ghosts do not go.

It is the land outside the Middle Continent, because its master is unpredictable, good and evil are indistinguishable, in the Central Plains rivers and lakes, like a forbidden land, according to legend, some people seek a bad life, it is difficult to pay off the capital, avoid the world for ten years, escape to thousands of miles away, still die overnight.

No one knows how long ago the legend of the Valley of the Night Kings began, but even the oldest and most virtuous people in the rivers and lakes only know the mystery of the Valley of the Night Kings and the strangeness of the people in the valley from the distant time.

Bad born but still very young, his voice has the grace of indistinguishable male and female, and his posture has a delicate and colorful charm.

No one knows, in fact, he often incarnates in different faces, wandering in the north and south of the mirror water, and the east and west of the Minjiang River.

Wen Xi remembered that the last time he saw him, he didn't seem to be so thin, like a skeleton, even though he was dressed in a splendid shirt, full of rich embroidery, the brilliant gold and silver rings inlaid with five-colored gems between his fingers, and the jade ornaments around his waist, but they set off his slightly pale face even more, and his eyebrows and eyes were hidden behind a veil, which looked extremely gloomy.

Wen Xi dusted off the bookcase in the house, and sorted out the books on the whole case, all of which were inconsequential subsets of scriptures and histories, travelogues, and even piano scores.

This is Wen Yan's study, and this is the place where she has lived with her master for more than ten years, but it is just a few small bamboo houses in the Qingmeng Mountain. On the opposite side of the study is her former room, everything is covered with a thick layer of dust, when she left, she should not have thought that it would be difficult to return, she can no longer remember when she left, as if yesterday, she was still practicing in the courtyard, and the master was still playing the piano by the water.

The lotus flowers outside the window are in season and bloom gracefully.

Wen Xi went out of the room and stood under the eaves, listening to the cicadas that were particularly energetic in the early morning.

The man at the water's edge struck his pipe on the shore stone, and the ashes fell into the water.

Wincy looked at him without much fear or confusion in her heart, she had become accustomed to many things lately, and even if someone showed up to tell her what something earth-shattering, she was afraid that she would be able to listen to it calmly.

The bad student turned his head, put his hand on his chin, and said to her with a smile: "How do you feel about coming here?" ”

"I think the roof on the west side is going to leak, and if it rains again, the books in my master's room will be drenched." Wincy looked at the not-so-sturdy roof, a little worried.

"Hmm...... It seems like yes. "The bad boy also looked at the place where she said," I told him when I turned around. ”

Wency looked at him, "Have you seen my master?" ”

The bad student nodded his chin and said, "He begged me very sincerely, and you also know that the bad student has always been responsive to people's needs." ”

Master begged him...... Wen Xi felt pain in his heart, begging for this word, for the master, it was very difficult to think, "What is he asking for?" ”

The bad student looked at her expression, smiled, and said as if it were true or false: "He asked for immortality, and his power is overwhelming, well, there are invincible martial arts." ”

Wen Xi sideways, "Immortality is just vain, he can do it with the power of the world, presumably he rarely meets opponents in the world now, and what you say is not what he asks." ”

The bad student smiled and said, "Then what do you think he will ask me?" ”

Wen Xi was sad and did not answer.

The bad student stood up, his thin shoulders were almost weak against the wind, and it seemed like a thin bamboo covered with brocade, and he said, "You know it very well in your heart." ”

He walked past her, and stopped under a peach tree with green leaves, his hair draped with jewels, and the golden bells hanging from his sideburns, ringing step by step.

"Jingle bells—jingle bells—"

Wenxi's breath was suddenly short, "What price did he pay?" ”

"Hee-hee......" The bad student smiled again, "He asked me the same thing, he asked, are you really just paying for your life?" Aha, you don't understand, in fact, what is the use of my life, although life is precious, but except for yourself, to others, there is little value......"

His accent was very strange, and he didn't speak from his mouth, and when he chuckled, it was as if he wasn't laughing alone, as if several people were hiding in that thin and weak body, and they made a sound together, and the others must have felt weird and frightened, but Wency was in no mood to care.

"What?" Wen Xi's whole body was weak, and his heart was empty and desolate.