It seems a bit far away!

Ting Huan was carried under the wings of Qingzhan, feeling that he had been flying for a long time before he was about to land in a mountain col, and when he looked down, several houses with white walls and gray tiles were like small bonsai, properly placed in the green mountains and green grass. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The evening breeze blows, the bamboo forest swayes, the leaves are swaying, and the fragrance of strange flowers all over the ground is pleasant.

It's not a fairyland, it's better than a fairyland.

The black-lacquered gate was closed, and a wooden plaque in the shape of a bamboo leaf hung crookedly, which read: Bird and Insect Seal: Condensation Hall.

Qingmei suddenly coughed violently, and pointed to the crack in the door with her right hand.

Lord Ten glanced at her, stretched out his hand casually, and in the blink of an eye, a peach-shaped fog circle flew in, covering her mouth and nose.

"Someone is ......," Qingmei said weakly after coughing again.

Ting Huan heard what Qing Zhan said, and the vines on her face showed that she was unusually weak.

Qingzhan took out a berry bullet and knocked on the door, he has a damn cleanliness habit, and he walks in a place without ash or mud, jumping and jumping, like a big blue-green grasshopper.

A white-clothed boy opened the door with a puzzled face, looked out, and said in surprise: "Shangling? ......" immediately closed his mouth and bowed.

Why did you come here today? The people who are full of blades in the yard, are they misremembering the day?

He looked clever and said, "Please wait a moment for the spirit......"

I vaguely heard him talking to someone, and then there was the sound of heavy but neat footsteps, Qingmei clutched her chest with a bitter expression, and the four of them were shocked the moment they stepped on the threshold.

Originally, in the courtyard where the Yao Grass and Strange Flowers were out of the world, there were now at least fifty or sixty people wearing armor and crossing swords!

At the signal of the white-clothed boy servant, they had already turned around and stood with their backs to the bluestone road, and even so, when they walked between them, they could still faintly smell the muddy smell of metal, leather, and human bodies, and felt depressed and uncomfortable!

When Ting Huan passed by the last few people, one of them couldn't help but look back at her greedily in curiosity, and was intimidated by her beauty, and as soon as his hand let go, a dagger sheath fell, which startled Ting Huan! He didn't lean over to pick it up, staring at her unabashedly!

Ting Huan was displeased, the corners of his eyes were faintly swollen and painful, and he immediately became bored with the people in this courtyard.

It's just that she doesn't know, she is bored, only in her heart, and the other three people of the Spirit Clan don't have such emotions except for discomfort.

The boy servant led the four spirits through the triple courtyard, and finally came to a quiet place.

This is a house built entirely of nanmu, with heavy eaves and green tiles, beams and pillars and four melon prismatic shapes, which is very magnificent.

A smiling elder in a dark green robe slowly came through the ear door and greeted him under the porch.

"Brother Feng invited us to come today, did you calculate the wrong day?"

Lord Ten finally voiced the question in his heart.

"Yes and no......"

The elder in the dark green shirt waved slightly.

He didn't look at others, but only said to Ting Huan, who was full of curiosity: "Are you Ting Huan Xiaoling?" ”

Ting Huan nodded.

The child seemed to be quiet, his eyes were turbulent, and he knew that there was a rush of qi at a glance.

"I'm Jiang Feng, I've been obsessed with the Dew Hall for decades, and in the future, I'm afraid Xiao Ling will come here from time to time......"

Ting Huan couldn't help but didn't ask why.

These days, there is nothing that is not new, and it is better to wait and see than to ask.

Entering the inner hall, a piece of intertwined ancient vines as the support, the huge gall wood tumor cut into the desktop pattern is wonderful, more than a dozen wooden bowls, containing plant flowers, leaves, rhizomes and other things, different from what you see in the middle of the year, they are faintly with medicinal gas......

Ting Huan sighed, she ate these flowers and leaves rhizomes every day, and always felt that her taste was gradually fading, and it seemed that there were some unusually delicious things in her memory, which were by no means so miserable and white.

However, Qingzhan Qingmei still eats very carefully, Qingzhan pushed a wooden bowl to her, at this moment, a pink butterfly flew from the window, through his misty body, Ting Huan grinned, subconsciously reached out to catch it, the spiritual power happened naturally, and she held the pink butterfly, but when she opened it, she was already pinched to death at her fingertips......

Qingmei sighed and said, "Her spiritual power also works, but she can't control it yet." ”

Jiang Feng looked at Ting Huan's little face and said, "Eat it!" Without this, you will get weaker and weaker! ”

Ting Huan took the wooden bowl and began to stuff a lotus-like rhizome into his mouth.

After dinner, Xun mainly talked with Jiang Feng.

The white-clothed boy servant made a special trip to take Tinghuan to Cang'er Courtyard for a bath.

Before leaving the table, Ting Huan suddenly saw Qingmei quietly glancing at herself, the vines on her left face gradually retracted, and finding that Ting Huan was looking at herself, she silently walked in the opposite direction.

How does Cang'er Courtyard look like a big kitchen?

A large stone basin with a diameter of two meters in the shape of a begonia is impressively placed in the ground, covered with a bamboo fence with a spire, and the dense water vapor is like a dozen shaking snake letters, which are not scattered in all directions, but rise along a certain trajectory.

There is also a little bit of the fragrance of bamboo leaves.

Ting Huan was a little nervous.

You're not going to steam yourself here, are you?

"What's your name?"

The white-clothed boy bowed and replied, "My name is Jijin!" Xiao Ling doesn't need to be afraid, it's not hot or cold in it, sitting in it is like sleeping, and when Xiao Ling's fumigation is over, he will feel that his spiritual power has improved......"

The big bamboo fence was lifted, and a hexagonal flower was carved at the bottom of the stone basin, and Tinghuan walked in barefoot, feeling warm and smooth, and sure enough, there was no feeling of going to the soup and fire.

After sitting down, the top of her head was covered again, and after blocking off the light and sound, she gradually settled down, and at first she could still feel the veins around her body slightly swollen and itchy, and soon entered a state of confusion......

I don't know how long it took, when Ting Huan opened his eyes again, he saw that it was pitch black, and he remembered that there was still a bamboo fence on his head.

When I stepped out, I felt that my ears were ringing and my head was swollen, and my heart seemed to be holding a breath, so I had to slowly press it down; It was late at night, and there was no one around, so I couldn't help but wonder.

Why do you leave yourself alone and no one cares?

When I arrived in the courtyard, there was no one to be seen, only the lantern hanging high at the door dimly illuminated two ring-shaped halos.

She didn't know where to go, so she could only stroll.

After crossing a zigzag stone bridge, there are huge lotus flowers blooming in the lotus ponds on both sides, listening to the frogs by the moonlight, Ting Huan only feels comfortable physically and mentally.

Suddenly, not far away, a bush of bamboo showed mottled light, through the bamboo leaves, it was also the same small courtyard, the doors and windows were closed, but the courtyard was full of a row of lanterns, and there was also light in the window paper, presumably there were people.

Ting Huan was about to go in, but found that this row of bamboo was tightly woven with rattan, it turned out that it was used as a wall, which of course was difficult for Xiaoling Ting Huan!

She used a little spiritual power to rise into the air, and in a blink of an eye, she passed the bamboo forest, although it was shaky, she finally landed safely.

Push open the door and take a look, this is also a smoke bath hall!

However, the bamboo fence on the stone basin is different, only like an arc-shaped screen, and the front is not covered.

Who is he?

There was a young man sitting cross-legged in the stone basin, his eyes closed, his whole person as tall as a jade carving, and the muscles of his shoulders were plump.

Ting Huan was shocked, he was by no means a little spirit!

There is a white jade hair ring on the top of his head, and his long black hair is draped over his white shoulders like seaweed, only long hair! Because he's not at all! The water in the basin swirled upward, and the chest and face were wet, and from time to time droplets of water slid down the skin without hindrance......