The further south Junqiao and his party went, the more humid the weather became. The days of rushing passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was the morning of the fifth day, and it was very close to the Valley of Wild Flowers.

The weather suddenly changed, it should have been a sunny morning, when the wind and clouds were surging, and the sky was dark and oppressive, as if covered with a layer of thick ink. After a while, it began to rain outside, not a fierce downpour, but it was by no means small. The raindrops fell on the sturdy roof of the carriage, making a dense "knock, knock" sound, like someone beating the drum without stopping.

Because of the muddy road and the misty rain, the three of them slowed down, and the carriage drove slightly uphill with some difficulty. The wind and rain poured in slightly along the cracks in the windows, bringing a chill in the cabin.

Qinghuan closed the pane very considerately, and closed the curtains to cover it tightly. There was a game of Go beside her, Nan Yang and Jun Qiao sat at both ends, and they were fighting in a chess game.

Junqiao pinched a round white piece, frowned and thought about it carefully, and didn't put it on the chessboard for a long time. Nan Yang looked relaxed, his slender fingers were withdrawn from the chess basket, and he raised his hand to Qinghuan.

Qinghuan picked up the teapot very tacitly, pinched the anti-leakage brake, poured a cup of tea, and put it in Nanyang's hand.

"Master, is it cold? Add a piece of clothing? Qinghuan suppressed her voice and asked softly.

"The temperature is just right, so you don't need to wear clothes." Nan Yang pinched the lid of the cup and blew it warmly, and his demeanor was a perennial etiquette, which looked very upright and elegant.

Junqiao frowned, dropped the white son into the chessboard, raised his eyes and smiled: "This season is often like this in the Ranflower Valley, it is rainy and rainy, and it will be good after a while." ”

"Speaking of which, shouldn't the Valley of Flowers be a valley? Why do you always feel like you're going uphill now? Qinghuan asked curiously, poured another cup of tea in his hand, and handed it to Junqiao.

"The Valley of Wild Flowers is indeed a valley, but it is not an ordinary valley. To be precise, it is a huge canyon in the middle of a mountain fault, as if a large pit had been dug in the mountains. Therefore, we need to walk up the mountain first, and then go down the guò rope ladder to enter the valley. Junqiao paused, took a sip of tea, stared at Nanyang's newly fallen chess pieces, and frowned again, "I also want to tell you, there is only one way to enter the valley in the valley of Ranhua Valley, which is the rope ladder." There are rope ladders in the east, west, north and south directions of the Ranhua Valley, and only through the four entrances and exits can you enter and exit the Ranhua Valley. We are now going to the rope ladder at the north entrance, and if you want to go out of the valley in the future, you will also go from this side. ”

"What a strange terrain, where can you find such a place?" Qinghuan imagined the structure of the Chaotic Flower Valley and couldn't help but sigh.

"It was my great-grandfather who built the Valley of Wild Flowers here, and how it was discovered is not recorded in the genealogy. However, it is no coincidence that my ancestors have always been good at calculating feng shui and playing with heavenly work. ”

The front door of the carriage suddenly opened a crack, and the strong wind outside came in with the windshield wipers, making Qinghuan shiver. But she still subconsciously leaned forward and blocked Nan Yang behind her.

Wuji's face was half exposed in the crack of the door, and his voice was as gloomy as the bad weather: "Young Valley Master, in another quarter of an hour, we will be at the north entrance to the rope ladder." The subordinates faintly saw the faint marks of horses' hooves on the nearby road, and the rain was flowing very quickly, so it should not have been left too long ago. And the route is in line with us. Because the imprint is very vague, it is difficult to estimate the specific number of people, and it should be more than five. ”

"There are people from outside the valley entering the valley?" Junqiao pondered for a moment and said, "It's okay, the valley is heavily guarded, maybe people from other sects have something to look for, since not long before us, I happened to meet when I returned to the valley." I'll talk about it when I return to the valley. ”

"Yes." Bow your head and close the door.

Nan Yang began to pack up the chess pieces on the chessboard, lowered his head and said, "It's coming?" ”

"I'll be there soon, I asked Wuji to prepare three thick cloaks earlier, remember to put them on when you get off the carriage, the cold here is not like the northern punishment, it is cold and damp, and the protection is not good, and it is easy to contract hidden diseases."

Qinghuan took the cloak, handed Junqiao a azure one, and took a pure white one to shake it open, straightened up slightly, and draped it on Nanyang's body.

Nan Yang's expression did not change much, and he seemed to have long been accustomed to light and considerate service. She is still concentrating on collecting the chess pieces, her expression is light, the face line from the chin to the pinna is delicate and neat, every minute is just right, it is a very attractive temperament like a god, as if she was born to be a good person to hold it in her hand and serve carefully.

Qinghuan moved gently, carefully fastened the cloak and collar button for Nanyang, carefully stroked Nanyang's long hair, and put on a wide hood for her. After all the qiē was tidied up for Nanyang, he began to wear the moon-white cloak.

After dressing, the carriage happened to have reached the rope ladder at the north entrance. Each of the three men held an umbrella and walked out of the carriage.

The sky was overcast and the road surface was wet and slippery with rain. There is a sinkhole in front of the place where the carriage stops, and the mountain seems to be cut off here, and ordinary people will think that it is a bottomless cliff when they see it.

Ten steps away from the mountain pass, there is a strangely shaped pavilion, the size of an ordinary pavilion, behind the well-constructed overhead wooden bones, you can faintly see the complex and exquisite mechanism, the operating principle of which is extremely complicated, by no means ordinary people can create.

Outside, the wind was strong, and the rain flew diagonally under the umbrella with the slightest irregularity. Nan Yang didn't pay attention, his boots slipped on the mud, Qinghuan's eyes were quick, and he stepped forward and held Nan Yang's arm steadily: "Be careful." ”

"Hmm." Nan Yang looked at Qinghuan and nodded, paused, raised his hand to the side of Qinghuan's face, and brushed away a little cold rain from her face.

Qinghuan pursed her lips, as if she was holding back a smile, she secretly put away the umbrella, stood under Nanyang's umbrella, and carefully straightened Nanyang's windswept cloak.

Nan Yang raised his eyes and glanced at her, his slightly curved light eyes had a touch of softness, and he shifted the edge of the umbrella a little towards Qinghuan. The rain flew in diagonally, silently drenching half of Nanyang's shoulder.

Wuji carried a portable wind and rain lamp in the front, squatted on the edge of the pavilion to check carefully, and after a while, he said to Jun Qiao on the side: "Young valley master, there is fresh soil on the edge of the platform, and there is no doubt that the group of people should have entered the valley." ”

"Has the mechanism been destroyed?"

"The rope ladder is intact."

"The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the sky is very gloomy, and there is a fear that there will be changes in the surroundings, so it is better to enter the valley first."

Jun Qiao closed the umbrella and entered the pavilion. Nan Yang and Qing Huan followed closely, and when the six of them entered a pavilion, Wu Ji began to operate the mechanism and hoisted the pavilion into the deep valley.

The Valley of Wild Flowers is very deep, and the pavilion room is a little small for the six people, and it is very dark, only the wind and rain lamp in Wuji's hand emits a faint layer of light.

Qinghuan clinged to Nanyang Station, and after some time, the pavilion was still slowly sinking, and there was no meaning for a while. The atmosphere is also very silent, and they are about to return to the valley, and the three of them should have their own thoughts in their hearts, but no one in the pavilion speaks, and there is a trace of depression flowing in the air.

Nan Yang stood in the corner of the pavilion peacefully, and suddenly felt a hand tentatively groping her face in the dark, she subconsciously raised her hand and held it, and instantly recognized that it was Qinghuan's hand.

The unique aura on Qinghuan's body slowly pressed over, causing Nan Yang to blush half of her face, but there were many outsiders standing beside her, making her face hot at the same time, because she was even more embarrassed because of her concern for others.

Kimihashi and her three guards were all hidden in the dark, and no one paid attention to them.

Qinghuan touched Nanyang's waist with his other hand and kneaded it gently. The hand covering Nan Yang's face was interlocked with Nan Yang's ten fingers, and then pressed on the wall of the pavilion on Nan Yang's side, and the whole person was tightly attached to Nan Yang, and the body temperature ironed between the two people seemed to be rubbing fire.

Nan Yang wrapped her arms around Qinghuan's waist at a loss, her breathing gradually became disordered, but she was surprisingly indulgent to Qinghuan, quietly looking very well-behaved, and her waist was constantly rubbed by Qinghuan, which provoked her to stand up slightly and get closer to Qinghuan.

Expectedly, warm lips and tongues covered her, gently sweeping across the bridge of her nose and then pressing against her lips. In the cold air, the intertwined hot lips and tongue were incredibly warm, causing Nanyang's usually cold body to start to feel a little hot.

Qing Huanben's hand with her ten fingers interlocked retreated slightly, and instead curled her index finger, kissing Nan Yang while gently swiping and writing in Nan Yang's palm

The inscription on the jade, I like it very much.

Nan Yang's heart tightened, and his body was tense and stiff. Qinghuan then wrote in the palm of her hand:

The female red craftsmanship is very good, and the sewing is very tight.

I haven't talked to you well in the past two days, do you want me?

The slight touch like a feather tickled Nan Yang's heart, and he couldn't help but tighten the hand resting on Qinghuan's waist. She was looking up and wanted to kiss back, but Qinghuan removed her lips, carefully arranged her hair and collar for Nan Yang in the dark, and stood back to Nan Yang's side in a proper manner.

Nan Yang only felt that his ears were very hot, and shook his palm, only to realize that his palms were full of sticky sweat.

After a while, she groped for Qinghuan's hand, carefully spread out Qinghuan's palm, and slowly wrote on it with her hot fingertips:

Think.

The delicate words slowly bloomed in the palm of Qinghuan's palm, as if all the beauty in the world was given to her by the woman in front of her at this moment, and the tenderness of a person who was usually cold was more joyful than any gold and silver silk or mountain and beautiful water in the world.

She really loves Nanyang's cold and indifferent appearance in front of everyone, but she is weak and accommodating in front of her.

Qinghuan held Nan Yang's hand, and clenched it tightly into her palm along with the word, she was reluctant to let go, she wanted to be entangled with her in the days and nights to come, never separated.

The sound of the machine's rotation suddenly paused, and there was an abrupt and strange "click" sound, and the wind and rain lamp in Wuji's hand suddenly shook, and his expression suddenly changed in the dim light:

"Young Valley Lord be careful!!"

"What's going on one by one"

As his words ended, the pavilion slammed into a slam and fell rapidly as if the rope involved in it had been cut by someone.

“……！”

"Damn it......!"

The low curse of selflessness and merit made it even more chaotic in the panic, Junqiao jumped up, climbed to the top floor of the pavilion, and his voice was hurried: "There are still fifty feet to the end, hurry up and resist light work, go to the top of the pavilion!" ”

The other five people climbed to the top floor of the pavilion one after another, and the pavilion fell faster and faster, but in the blink of an eye, they instantly fell to the bottom.

"Boom one by one!!"

The strong impact force smashed the pavilion, and the six people fortunately climbed to the top of the pavilion in time, unloading most of the falling force to the lower part of the pavilion, and defending themselves with internal force, all of which were fine.

Only Nameless climbed lower, and his left hand was directly broken and flew out, but as a mecha man, he didn't say anything, he went to pick up his hand by himself, and silently installed it back on his wrist.

Wuji got up from the broken wood and quickly found the rain lamp that rolled down, and it was also thanks to the rain lamp that Ranhua Valley made the rain lamp strong enough, so the lamp was still intact. Wu Ji carried the lamp and carefully inspected the remains in the pavilion. The rest of the people found the umbrellas they had brought, and waited for themselves while guarding against the rain.

Junqiao was a little angry between his eyebrows, he didn't care about the umbrella, and stepped forward to Wuji's side: "What's the matter?" The rope ladder has never had an accident for a hundred years, and it is regularly repaired every month, but what is happening now? ”

Wu Ji found a thick and strong rope from the messy remains, pointed to the slightly neat break at one end of the rope and said: "Young Valley Lord, you also know that the rope ladder in and out is very important for the valley, so the ropes that pull the pavilion are all tied with absolutely tough East China Sea Jiaolong tendons, and ordinary daggers and fire can't damage it, let alone rain erosion." Looking at the shape of this fracture, it looks like something was bitten off, and in any case, someone deliberately did it. …… Someone followed us, and the water and fog were so bad on a rainy day that our subordinates couldn't notice it in time......"

“…… It seems that the rope ladder at the north entrance is no longer usable. When the weather is clear, send someone to repair it. Junqiao's eyes were pressed with a lot of thoughts, but he only instructed Wuji to say some superficial words.

Nan Yang raised his eyes to look at the mountain that could no longer be seen, the sky was very dark, and the wind and rain became more and more fierce. On the cold face, most of the blush that was originally emotional due to the ambiguity in the pavilion has receded, and only the pinna of the ears is still a little red.

"I don't know what dangerous people are behind now, and the guards who were supposed to be here don't know where to go, and there is still a way to get to the valley, be careful." Junqiao said a few words to Nanyang, and then walked in front and led them towards the deep valley. There is no self, no reactive power and no name to protect the left and right and the rear, and the face is very dignified and cautious.