When Ji Lin tried, an internal force was poured into the jade.

Accompanied by the sound of running water, a white-clothed Shengxue, a graceful and graceful fairy, jumped in front of him.

She stepped on the mountains, the sun above her head, and the endless rolling sea of clouds behind her.

"Shen! Now! Toward! Ji Lin's pupils shrank, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

This woman, like a dream and a fantasy, lingers in Ji Lin's dream.

From the Xiangjiang auction to the famous piano Jiaowei, and now to the current unicorn jade, it seems that no matter where Ji Lin goes, he can't get out of the control of this woman.

Bite!

Her slender hands swirled, and in the snow, she rose in the air.

Beside her, there was another woman, dressed in red, caressing the famous piano Jiaowei.

"Two Shen Jinchao?" Ji Lin sneered, wanting to see what this woman wanted to do.

The dance danced by the fairy in white is a large-scale court dance of the Tang Dynasty - the dance of neon clothes and feathers.

The Neon Dress and Feather Dance is a luxurious multi-person large-scale costume dance.

But in the white-clothed Shen Jinchao's light dance of Luo sleeves, there are thousands of weather, like thunder.

And the fairy in red is the sound of the piano, in the void, turning into one after another, golden runes.

"Fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian."

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor's 'spring' and 'heart' trust cuckoos."

"There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking."

"Can this be recalled? It's just that it was already clear at the time. ”

This "Jin Se" written by Li Shangyin turned into a continuous spring rain in the sound of Shen Jinchao's heavenly sound. Falling with a bang. has always fallen into Ji Lin's heart.

Then all light and shadow dissipate. That piece of unicorn jade, also mysterious, disappeared without a trace.

Just when Ji Lin was a little unable to grasp the clue, a pillar of light poured out and turned into stars.

In the starry sky, a white snow is better than snow, and Shen Jinchao is frosty and proud of snow. Foot in the void.

"Brother Wolong, do you remember when Cai Yong was making the piano and Jiaowei, the eldest lady of the Shen family?"

Shen Jinchao's 'Zhu' and 'lips' opened slightly, like the sound of the Empty Valley Orchid, echoing in the sky above the entire Lingxiao Pavilion.

"Who the hell are you?" Ji Lin took a step forward, his eyes full of light.

"Ninety spring light throws a shuttle, drink wine and sing before flowers;"

"How long will the flowers bloom on the branches? What can life be in the world? ”

"Yesterday's flowers are better today, and today's flowers are autumn grass!"

"The person before the flower is last year, and last year's person is older than this year."

"Today the flower blooms another branch, tomorrow to see who it is?"

"Will the flowers bloom today next year? Who knows today and next year? ”

"It's unpredictable, it's rainy. Personnel are difficult and unruly; ”

"The time and personnel are not even, don't pay the spring light."

"It's hard to grow a good flower. Teenagers are easy to grow old and don't come back. ”

"Life is not drunk in front of flowers, and life is also dull when flowers laugh."

The singing voice is tactful, and the beautiful shadow of Shen Jinchao turns into a sky full of stars, and begins to blur, and it will dissipate between heaven and earth just like the previous two times.

"Even if you don't tell me who you are, can you tell me what you want me to do?" Ji Lin drank sharply.

"Under Mount Emei!"

"Tomb of the Living Dead!"

"White Ape Ancestor!"

"Extinct!"

Whoa!

As soon as the words fell, the white-clothed Shengxue rolled up the stars in the sky and disappeared.

"At the foot of Mount Emei, the tomb of the living dead, the ancestor of the white ape, extinct rivers and lakes?" Ji Lin frowned, and a creepy feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

During the Warring States period, Ji Lin and the white ape patriarch Situ Xuankong hit it off at first sight and became brothers.

Situ Xuankong created the white ape through the arm boxing, and the Yue Nu swordsmanship, which is the originator of Chinese martial arts.

Back then, Ji Lin retreated to Mount Emei and learned the sword Situ Xuankong.

The place where Ji Lin retreated was a cave that resembled a tomb.

After the Warring States Period, in the Han Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms, the Two Jin Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty, and many other dynasties, every time Ji Lin returned to Shu, he would go to Mount Emei to live for a while.

So, there is a legend about the living immortals of Mount Emei.

And the cave where Ji Lin retreated was called the tomb of the living dead by later generations.

It's just that everyone knows about the existence of the tomb of the living dead.

But no one knows where the tomb of the living dead is.

So the question is, how did Shen Jinchao know?

Is she a fairy from above? Or is it just Ji Lin's 'spring' dream?

"It seems that I have to go to Mount Emei."

After thinking about it for a long time, Ji Lin still couldn't figure out the crux of the problem, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

"Good afternoon, my brother." A mobile phone ringtone pulled Ji Lin back from his contemplation, it was a call from Ah Fu from the United States.

"It's the middle of the night." Looking up at the bright moon outside the window, Ji Lin was a little speechless.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot the time difference between the United States and the Central Plains, I'm sorry."

"You know, I'm so old, it's normal to remember 'sex' badly." Ah Fu was a little embarrassed.

"Young man, you are only in your eighties, according to what I taught you, practice Qi Guiding Kung Fu, and your life has just begun." Ji Lin said angrily.

One person has two brothers, and in this hundred years, Ji Lin's true brother is just Ah Fu.

The two have been on the battlefield together, and even when Ah Fu was a baby, he was rescued and raised by Ji Lin.

Ah Fu created the famous Fu Ji family in the United States.

But the real person in charge behind the Fu Ji family is Ji Lin.

It's just that Ji Lin looks very lightly at the fame and fortune in the mortal world, and gives all the rights to Ah Fu.

Brotherly fellowship is important in heart-to-heart.

After five thousand years of immortality, Ji Lin does not have many brothers.

But anyone who can become a brother with Ji Lin, Ji Lin will trust him unconditionally.

"By the way, boy, what are you calling me so late?"

After chatting casually with Ah Fu, Ji Lin asked tentatively.

Generally speaking, there is no key thing and will not take the initiative to call.

For example, the last time Ah Fu called, he let Ji Lin know about Yue Wumu's calligraphy.

According to Ji Lin's estimate, Ah Fu called himself this time, and there was a big deal in the 'eight' and 'nine' out of ten.

"Oh, my brother, don't be nervous, I've got good news for you this time." Ah Fu laughed.

"Shouldn't you be, and let me go treasure hunting somewhere?" Ji Lin said speechlessly.

"Oh, old monster, the old man has to admit that you won."

Ah Fu laughed, and his tone suddenly became serious:

"According to my inquiry, the purpose of the Tom family's visit to Shu this time is to collect the Guangchengzi Daozang of Mount Emei."

As soon as these words came out, Ji Lin was immediately moved.

Ji Lin finally understood why he had been feeling the root of some uneasiness recently.

But it turns out that the root of all this is in the Tom family.

The legend of Guangchengzi retreating in Mount Emei and cultivating self-cultivation and 'sex' was told as early as when Ji Lin was a little kid and followed Fuxi. (To be continued......)