On the crystal palace, the crystal ground is bright and magnificent, but directly opposite the temple gate, there is a small hole that can be passed through, and the spiraling crystal steps go down from there. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the same time as the roar sounded, the water bank went down the stairs.

When the roar was gone, he was not seen. Zheng Guan adjusted his breath, and saw that Shui Hanyue's face was pale, obviously also affected. He was walking towards the stairs, and before going down, he looked back at Zheng Guan tentatively.

Zheng Guan knew that he was asking her if she was going, and she didn't hesitate, got up and immediately followed.

What methods should be on top of the small cave, although Zheng Wan didn't see some Mingtang, but after entering, he had the feeling of two heavens up and down.

The upper half of the palace of the crystal palace is clear and dust-free, bright and beautiful, you can enter the lower half of the palace, it is extremely cold in an instant, the dim sight, you can only reach out to see the five fingers, and there is a smell of decay, it should be that the air here is difficult to pass through the upper layer, and it has been dull for thousands of years.

Although the air does not pass through the upper layer, there seems to be an invisible force stirring in the lower layer, making a yin wind sweeping, the touch is cold, and the mind is confused.

Zheng Wan set up a forbidden void to resist the yin wind, but Guanshui Hanyue was frank and right, thinking, it is estimated that her cultivation is too poor.

Walking in front of the water culvert moon, on the stairs from time to time to place moonstones.

Zheng Wan didn't see that he had a storage bag on him, maybe he was hiding in his clothes like her, but according to her speculation, the most likely thing was the bone white ring on his thumb, which had imperceptible spiritual power fluctuations when he took out the moonstone, if it weren't for his frequent pick-up, and she had a certain understanding of the prohibition, she wouldn't have been able to find out.

The light of the moonstone did not dispel too much darkness, but it could illuminate this staircase, and then the crystal reflected it, but it was rough and considerable, just a smooth crystal wall, and nothing else.

Zheng Guan roughly estimated the height of the lower half of the palace, and all the way, he would almost reach the bottom of the palace, and then look up and then the upper half of the palace, the exit had disappeared, and only the yellow dragon that was hovered on the stairs by the misty light of the moonstone was defeated.

At the bottom of the crystal palace, there is no crystal ground, but stones, and if you look closely at the lines on it, it is the spirit turtle shell.

There is no breath of water and no shore here, Shui Hanyue is half-squatting, pressing one hand on the ground, Zheng Wan only felt that the spiritual power under his hand fluctuated slightly, and the finger stretched into the spirit turtle shell, and it couldn't stop in the turn of breath, "Uncle should have escaped into the turtle shell, with my current strength, I can't escape into it." ”

It's a retreat!

The object of retreat is the consciousness of death, that is, the dead thing. The softer the things, the easier it is to hide, such as sand and stones. A pile of sand is compared to a stone, there are gaps between the sand, the stone is hard and seamless, and the sand is naturally easier to hide than the stone.

The use of the retreat technique requires at least the foundation building period, and Shui Hanyue's original cultivation is in the late stage of the Yuan Infant, although it is sealed, it is still easy to perform this small retreat, but to Zheng Guan's surprise, he can't escape into it, and the only explanation for this is that this turtle shell is too hard and must not be treated normally.

It seems that there is no hope for looking for the shore of the water, I just hope that he can come out by himself, he has been in this crystal palace for eight hundred years, and there will be nothing to think of.

Zheng Guan borrowed the moonstone of Shui Hanyue to carefully observe the turtle shell, and there were indeed some pictures on it, Zheng Guan saw that place from this place, and then looked back at this place from that place, and combined these pictures and words outside the crystal palace into a whole piece, remembering it in my heart, it took about several hours.

During this time, Shui Hanyue only watched from the side, and after waiting for a while, Shui Wuan did not come out, so he beckoned Zheng Wan to go out.

The two of them went out of the lower half of the palace,

Shui Hanyue took a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. This time, Zheng Guan looked carefully, and the white bone ring could really be stored.

This is the first time Zheng Guan has seen storage items other than storage bags, and he can't help but take a few more looks.

These glances naturally couldn't hide from Shui Hanyue, he was generous, and simply threw the white bone ring over, and said with some spirit, "Look at it." ”

Of course, if he didn't say the latter words, Zheng Guan felt that this was really generous, but he said, "After reading it, I also asked the girl to write down the fairy spell on the turtle shell and share it." ”

No wonder he was just laid-back, it turned out that she had been working as a coolie. However, with the fact that he told the immortal curse, it is also very worthwhile to be a coolie!

Look at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, they are all high-quality goods, among the monks, most of them use jade slips as books, and there are fewer pen, ink, paper and inkstones.

If the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are left in an ordinary storage bag for 600 years, such mortal things will also show signs of weathering and damage, but the things in front of you are intact, which is probably due to the unique effect of Shui Hanyue's storage ring.

Zheng Wan finished reading the storage ring, and returned it to Shui Hanyue. The ban on opening up storage space was too complex and hidden for her to see.

She was about to grind the ink, but Shui Hanyue took the ink inkstone first, he took out a knee-high four-corner case from the storage ring, spread rice paper on it, flattened it with the book paperweight of the Huangshi carved beast, and held the inkstone to grind the ink, and when the ink was suitable, he picked up the pen and handed it to Zheng Guan.

Seeing that his movements in doing all this were coherent and smooth, for a moment, Zheng Wan suddenly remembered Yun Sleeve, that person, should also be so elegant and graceful.

When Shui Hanyue handed over the pen, she saw the woman in front of her kneeling in front of the desk, her back erect, the corners of her mouth smiling, gentle and delicate, completely different from her previous indifference, her action of taking the pen was natural, but it made people feel that her posture was outstanding.

She writes slowly, stopping from time to time to think, her expression is serious and persistent, sometimes frowning, sometimes raising her eyebrows.

He suddenly couldn't grasp his thoughts, and looked at her gaze drifting away, until he heard the man: "Shui Gongzi, the ink is enough." ”

He came back to his senses, lowered his eyebrows and looked at the ink in the inkstone, and wanted to overflow it, and then raised his eyes to meet the pair of clear eyes, which seemed to see everything clearly, which made him inexplicably angry, and threw the ink stone, and the ink splashed everywhere.

Some of it was splashing onto the paper she had written, and she subconsciously reached out to block it, and the ink fell on her sleeve. The other part splashed on his sleeve, and he didn't hide from the paper as he looked at it.

It's just that the ink didn't stick to his sleeve, but slid down the cuff, and he brought the cuff close to the inkstone, and the few drops of ink fell back into the inkstone.

Zheng Guan was curious, but listened to him: "The merman is good at weaving silk, the silk yarn does not stick to dust, does not stick to dirt, does not get wet when it encounters water, and does not burn near the fire." ”

The white yarn in the strange space should also be silk yarn, which is a good thing, Zheng Wan thought to herself, it is very wonderful to use it to make clothes, so she subconsciously asked, "Is it just white?" ”

Shui Hanyue nodded, "Because it doesn't get dusty, it can't be dyed, only white and pure color." ”

When Zheng Wan heard this, she was slightly disappointed, just at that moment, she actually had an idea to make two sets of dresses for use when she got married in the future.

However, after listening to Shui Hanyue's words, this idea was forgotten again.

Then, Zheng Wan lowered his head to write, and after a while, he wrote out the complete picture on the turtle shell and handed it to Shui Hanyue.

Shui Hanyue read what Zheng Guan wrote, took out a piece of jade slip from the storage ring, and rubbed the contents of the paper into it.

Zheng Guan swept his black and white eyes, and suddenly felt that the light inside them was flourishing, and hurriedly glanced over, only to see those few white papers turned into ashes by red fire in the afterglow.

The merman's eyes were a little unusual, and Zheng Wan suddenly had such an idea in his heart, as if he would be intoxicated when he stared at it.

Could it be related to illusion? That time, she just glanced at the blue eyes of the waterless shore, and immediately fell for the illusion.

If the merman's eyes can make people magical, then what she encountered, is it true or false? Is it out of illusion or is it still in the process of illusion? (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )