At this time, Yun Ji thought he was dead. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I only remember that I jumped twice on the canopy, just like following the man in the gap between the trees a few years ago, and the figure jumping in front of me was fast, beyond my reach.

It was as if entering the depths of the extremely secret woods, crossing an ancient tree as thick as the arms of several people, looking up and not seeing the top of the tree, and hanging in the air under his feet.

The path of death, the path of the underworld, turned out to be.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the wind in my ears, as if there was the sound of the hooves of a fast horse galloping, and suddenly he came to the front, and saw a horse carrying a figure, and quickly left.

Presumably, that man also went to the netherworld covenant. Yun Ji thought in his heart, and suddenly saw the figure jump off the horse, the tall horse he was riding neighed, the front hooves of the man stand, stopped in the middle of the towering tree, the man also jumped on the branch in an instant, the man stood in the moonlight, dressed in white, the handsome face was angular and angular, and asked, "The painting is flying towards the clouds in Nanpu, and the bead curtain is rolling in the western mountain rain at dusk." Frost tree, you are in prison, where is hell, where is the earth? ”

Suddenly, there was a vague and non-existent ancient music around him, and the ancient music turned into a tangible weapon and attacked the figure.

Just as he was about to dodge, the wind and clouds around him suddenly rose, and the stars shifted, and Yun Ji opened his eyes in a dream.

The scene in front of me is neat and clean, a Zen chair, leaning against the wall, paper, ink, pen and inkstone, antique and antique mixed into one, and the air is filled with a strange and dignified incense.

If the clear water outside the window is fake, the cold pool on the side of the road is deep, although it is the turn of spring and summer, it makes people feel through the bones, the clouds and clouds in the early morning sky are condensed, and the purple smoke of the green mountains can be faintly seen in the distance.

Sitting up, the little slave who was guarding next to him was dozing off.

The little slave vaguely felt that something was wrong, and when he turned his eyes, he saw the soulless half-dead Yan Shuangshu who was lying on the bed suddenly sat up.

A pair of eyes were looking at themselves.

I didn't understand it at first, rubbed my eyes, and after a while, I suddenly felt a great chill rush to my brain.

"Ah!! Corpse deception!!!! ”

"Corpse?" Yun Ji was startled and jumped out of bed.

"You, you, you, ......" The little slave pointed at Yan Shuangshu, his eyes widened, and his legs trembled.

The peonies in the yard are in full swing.

Yun Ji was startled by the little slave's reaction, only to hear a person outside walking hurriedly, and Mo Jiu's old voice was low and angry: "What are you yelling about? ”

The moment Mo Jiu walked into the door, he was stunned. He looked at Yun Ji with a look of confusion in his eyes.

Then his eyes narrowed, revealing a stern light and said, "Miss Yan, I didn't expect you to have such skills." ”

Mo Jiu naturally thought that the soul of Yan Shuangshu who was sent away by Zhuo Xi had returned to the National Teacher's Mansion, but he didn't know how to break through the enchantment and return to his body. He never imagined that this soul was not Yan Shuangshu himself.

This old man, who was called the National Teacher's Mansion, was actually an old man with a stunt, and at this time, killing intent rose in his eyes.