"Is there a way to solve Junxian's weirdness in this peach forest": Jin Haotian looked at this peach orchard and asked Junxian. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Junxian's eyes fell on this peach forest, the peach forest is not too large, but it is on the way to the altar.

The peach grove seems to have been in full bloom for a long time, and a thin layer of petals has been laid on the ground. I don't know if it was because the wind was too strong or if the petals were really too weak, and the pink petals kept scattering like dots. What is puzzling is that although those peach trees are also more luxuriant, the petals on those peach trees that keep being scattered have not decreased.

Jun Xian looked at this peach forest, there are not many such beautiful scenery in this troubled world. Feeling a little regretful, he turned to Jin Haotian and said, "General, this peach forest is set up with a phantom array. It's hard to say how to crack it, and it's easy to say." Jin Haotian was also aroused by his interest when he heard Jun Xian say this: "I don't know how to say this." Jun Xian's eyes were condensed on the peach forest, and his expression was full of confidence: "This phantom array is originally to trap the enemy, so there shouldn't be too strong a killing array, just look for the formation eye inside to break it." It's just that it's rare to be a remnant of Nuwa, after all, it is a strong clan in ancient times, but I'm afraid that this eye is not easy to break."

"What about the easy ones?" : Jin Haotian has been with Junxian for many years and knows that he must have a way. Jun Xian looked around and pointed to a few places, among which there were peach trees, flowers, and rocks. Seeing that Jin Haotian didn't seem to understand, he immediately explained: "It is difficult to break the formation inside, but we are now outside the formation." All arrays are the same as a person, the eyes of the arrays are the heart of people, and the spiritual power that runs in them is the blood of people. Of course, people can't only have these two things, and the formation is the same, it needs a bracket to support its operation. It's the same as people have bones to support their bodies, as long as we destroy these scaffolds, the formation will naturally break." Jin Haotian looked at the petals that kept falling, seemed to understand something, and said lightly: "Let's start."

A group of people outside were busy, and the bloody peach blossom forest finally became calm. But everyone knows that this is nothing more than the calm before the storm.

At the end of the peach blossom forest, the turbulent water constantly laps the rocks, making a loud noise. The river is very wide, more than ten meters away, and there are solid rock walls on both sides, which are hundreds of meters high, and the river is under the cliffs on both sides. Above the river, an iron chain connects the two sides of the cliff with a wooden suspension bridge on top. I don't know how many years the iron lock suspension bridge has been built, you can see a thin layer of rust on it, in the wind, the squeak of the suspension bridge squeaks and hears people's hearts unconsciously chilling, only afraid that once you step on it, you will fall into the river together with this rusty suspension bridge.

Huge gravel can be seen everywhere on the other side of the suspension bridge, and the bare rocks on the ground contrast with the beautiful peach forest like a fairyland on the other side. Behind this piece of rubble is a huge cave, which can be seen to have traces of artificial improvement, because the cave has a stone gate, only the land near this stone gate has delicate grass and a relatively lush tree. The hairpin with the small purple flowers on the grass was gone, and it wasn't just someone who picked it up. The stone gate was placed with special treatment and was placed to fall from above the cave. A trace of blood stretched from under the stone door to the inside, "Grandma, grandma, are you okay": Xingyu grabbed the corner of his grandmother's clothes, his eyes were red, and Nan Xinyu had already been thrown aside by him. Grandma looked at the woman lying on the ground, it was not Xue Yao's already bad face, and it became even more ugly, and Xingyu had to say everything. After listening to Xingyu's story, Grandma's face turned pale, shook her head, and sighed helplessly: "It's all fate", this emotional change triggered the injury, and a mouthful of blood coughed up again. Xingyu looked at his grandmother, tears flowed down unconsciously, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that he was so useless, "grandma": he choked for a long time, and he could only say these two words. Grandma shook her hand to signal that he was okay, and looked at the statue of Nuwa, which was still holy after so many years, and at this moment, she actually felt that there was a trace of uncleanness, like a thin layer of ash on the cloth.

Looking back at Xingyu, the child he brought up with one hand unconsciously thought of Xue Yao again. Maybe it was her love for them since she was a child that hurt them, and grandma couldn't help but blame herself a little, she also knew that these two children had taken on their destined responsibilities and missions since they were born. She knew that she couldn't change anything, she just wanted to give these two children a little more happiness in their little free time, but she didn't expect that this day would come so quickly, maybe her favor would hurt the two children she loved the most.

Xingyu was looked at by his grandmother all the time and felt uncomfortable, so he looked at his grandmother's gaze: "Grandma, what's wrong with me." He touched his face unconsciously, who knew that his grandmother's face suddenly changed and asked him very seriously: "Xingyu, do you remember your life?" Xingyu was stunned by the sudden change in his grandmother's tone, and then reacted and said, "Remember, you once said that I am a child of the Xingyu family. My mother died when I was very young, and my father lost his whereabouts when he fled the disaster in the Cover Clan." Xingyu said that he didn't leave, showing a little sadness, as if he was trying to remember something. Grandma saw Xingyu's expression but did not change in the slightest: "That's right, then do you know why your father covered the loss of the whereabouts of the clan." Do you know why the Nuwa clan has always only accepted women, and why they will keep your clan?"

Xingyu paused for a moment and put away his sad emotions a little: "I don't know, you didn't let me ask before, and it wasn't time for me to know." "That's right, you were young before, but now it's time to tell you": Grandma looked at the statue of Nuwa again, and her thoughts seemed to have returned to many years ago: "In ancient times, it is said that Pangu opened the heavens and Nuwa created people. At that time, there was no night or day in the sky, and although Nuwa created human beings, she did not tell these mortals how to live, so many tribes appeared in the mortal world in order to survive. These tribes continued to fight and fight for a better life of power and status, and in the end, Nuwa Niangniang couldn't bear to see the humans he created killing each other, and decided to do something to guide these mortals. At that time, the sun was just a luminous body produced by the impact of various forces in the void and explosion. Because of the long-term resonance of various forces, a trace of wisdom slowly generated, Nuwa Niangniang used supreme mana to turn it into a golden crow, making it rest for the same twelve hours every twelve hours of flight. In order to better guide the human race, Nuwa Niangniang even spent the twelve hours of rest in the golden crow, in that black void, she used the human beings she created as the spirit to conjure up a starry sky, and the stars corresponded to the people and things below, and the changes of the stars guided the human beings to avoid the danger of disasters, but ......". Saying this, Grandma suddenly stood up, and her eyes were faintly red when she looked at the statue of Nuwa.

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