Chapter VIII

Bite~~~~!

With the slight plucking of mung beans, a sound containing terrifying aura fluctuations spread out in all directions. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The aftermath is lingering and endless.

until the river is on the side...... Suddenly, a change abruptly occurred.

Whether it's Ai Ling or Di Xiao, they are shocked!

Because, when the sound of the piano containing aura crossed the river, it was as if it had been cut off by a sharp blade, and the slightest trace fell into this set of river water, without the slightest wave.

"How is that possible!" Ailing exclaimed.

You must know that the guqin in Mung Bean's hand is not an ordinary guqin, but the head of the ancient artifact that is as famous as the local Xuanzhen ruler and the sword of the dead party, and even stronger - the Oriental Streamer!

Seeing this, Di Xiao's light and uninhibited face faded, although he had noticed that something was wrong with this surging river, but he didn't expect it to be terrifying.

"Di Xiao, have you ever seen this water?" Mung Bean thought to no avail, and turned his head to look at Di Xiao.

Ai Ling also looked at Di Xiao.

Although Mung Bean didn't know, Di Xiao must have learned the whole story of the mutation of this Queshan Yao Village from Lieyang Zhenren.

Di Xiao frowned, and quickly began to think from his thousand-year-old memory. In the end, he shook his head with a calm face and asked, "Mung Bean, you just plucked the strings to explore, how long is this river?" ”

Mung Bean stroked the piano slightly, calmed down for a long time, and replied: "It stretches for more than 1,300 miles!" ”

“……”

"By the way, Di Xiao, just in the future, I happened to see a group of geese falling into this water in this river, and in a short time, they turned into a pile of dry bones!"

"Dry bones?!" When Di Xiao heard this, his heart jumped.

Ten thousand laws do not invade, ecstasy destroys bones, stretching for more than 1,300 miles. However, the rush flows, and the life is endless.

Mung Bean saw that Di Xiao had a different color after hearing Ai Ling's words, and he was not in a hurry, and waited quietly.

About a quarter of an hour......

Di Xiao seemed to have figured out what the key was, and returned to his previous debauchery and unruly state, looked at Ai Ling and asked, "Little Ai Ling'er, listen to Lieyang, you discovered the abnormality here first?" ”

"Hmmm! Do you know what this strange river is? ”

"That's right! Hey! Under the whole world, how can there be something that my Emperor Xiao doesn't know, think of me Emperor Xiao, that's ......"

"Okay, okay, stop, tell me what this thing is!"

"......" Di Xiao, who was suddenly interrupted from his words, snorted unhappily and said: "Ten thousand laws do not invade, the soul erodes the bones, and it is born from the land of death, isn't that ......?"

"Weak, water!" The mung beans took it word by word.

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On the other hand, let's talk about our protagonist: Wakaba, a young man in the second year of the new century Miyoshi and a little Lori of the peasant family in the classical fairy world, sneaked out of Ailing. Then he was upright and walked down the white marble steps with gorgeous patterns in a majestic stride.

Don't sneak around at this time! Otherwise, when everyone is confused, "who is this girl", it will cause unnecessary suspicion!

Moreover, even if someone asks, it will be good to slap a swollen face and become a fat man, a fox and a fake tiger!

The mind flowed, and a belly manuscript of nearly 10,000 words sprinkled with nearly 10,000 words had been formed in my heart.

But......

This meow, such a big hall, there is not even a gatekeeper, it is deserted, only in the super-large pond on both sides of the white marble bridge in front, there are several cranes elegantly combing their feathers. Fresh and quiet, a good place to sleep!

Not only was there no guard, but Wakaba came in fear all the way, and there was no expected mechanism formation.

Really...... A strange place!

Wakaba thought so.

Walking all the way to the other side of the bridge, nothing happened except for the water ripples made by the dancing cranes.

Wakaba, who was puzzled, looked back.

The beautiful hall with lacquered mahogany doors on both sides:

Shanglian: The upper poor blue falls into the Yellow Spring.

Downlink: Conscience is drunk and laughs.

There is a plaque on it, which reads: Hongchen Drunken Wine Workshop!

The not-so-neat couplets are quite majestic, but ...... What the hell is this [Red Dust Drunken Workshop]!

Wakaba looked confused!

…… To be continued......