It's late winter and early spring, and the ice and snow are melting. The snow in the imperial capital melted very mischievously, and the bits and pieces melted on the ground, revealing the mottled ground, creating an indescribable bleakness and inexplicable desolation.

It was another morning of silence and silence. Yi Jiang remembered that when Cen Qi left last year, it was also such a morning.

"Sending the king a thousand miles must be goodbye in the end, the city lord will stay. Seeing that there was only an unclear outline left in the majestic gate of the imperial capital, Jiangbei Yang finally opened his mouth.

Yi Jiang felt that the young man in front of him seemed to have grown a lot overnight.

"Dongdu, I will guard it for you. Jiangbei Yang lifted the rope and strangled the spirit horse, his voice was low and steady, and his tone was sincere.

The sincere gaze fell straight into Yi Jiang's eyes, and there were waves.

He smiled heartily: "Okay." With this word to you, one day, I will return to the Eastern Capital. ”

Perhaps neither of them thought that when Yi Jiang returned to the Eastern Capital, it was no longer the young man in front of him who returned the city lord seal to him. As the years pass, what cannot be kept is life. Separated by the gap in time, he finally missed the appointment.

The two looked at each other and smiled, their hands struck each other in the air, and a loud voice floated out, and in the empty suburbs, came and went *shielded keywords*.

"Let's go!" put away the sorrow, Jiang Beiyang drove the spirit horse, ran forward, and walked farther and farther.

When you come, you are mighty, and when you go, you are alone. The road ahead is long, leaving him alone.

Yi Jiang sent Jiang Beiyang away, Zong Ting had already prepared the carriage and horses, and he was only left with an order. Yi Jiang covered his heart and stopped his nervous thoughts, in order to destroy the demon scroll, and also to Qin Yu.

I wish I could see you again!

Northern Xinjiang is destined to be uncalm.

The craftsman and his children did go to the northern frontier. He rented a ship in Loneland, intending to bypass Central Continent and go straight to the northern frontier.

"Ahem, ahem. Three coughs in a row, describing the weak Ou Tingyu, leaned against the window and looked into the distance. The vast fantasy sea, the sky and the water are the same color, boundless. She is the duckweed in this vast water, drifting with the tide and not at peace.

"Yu'er, why don't you have a good rest?" After the craftsman finished healing his son's injuries, he saw that his daughter was disobedient and did not cultivate well, and she was looking at the phantom sea again. What is it about this sea that has not changed that attracts her?

As soon as Tingyu heard that his father had arrived, his heart was bad, and his father was afraid that he would nag her again. Why didn't I find Daddy so nagging before?

"I've been lying down for so long that I want to loosen my bones. How is my brother?" Ou Tingwu was seriously injured by the Jiang City Lord in order to protect her, and she is still unconscious. And she, Sister Flora has just healed her, and she has added a new injury, which has not healed yet. Daddy heard that there were many strange flowers and plants in the Ailao Mountains in northern Xinjiang, so he thought of taking them to try his luck and avoid the hateful city lord by the way.

The craftsman god didn't know what was wrong, there was no fatal injury on Tingwu's body, there was no problem with the meridians, and there was no problem elsewhere. But on the contrary, he has been in a coma.

It would be nice if the gods were there.

The craftsman sighed and shook his head slightly at his daughter who was full of anticipation. Seeing this, Tingyu also sighed slightly.

"Daddy, it's foggy. Tingyu's gaze turned, and through the window, he watched the clear sea slowly envelop the poor and helpless ship with a pink mist.

"It's actually a rare phantom fog," the craftsman god glanced at Tingyu and ordered: "Yu'er, you take it with you in the room, I'll go out and have a look." "It's just, the phantom mist is pink?

Phantom fog, as the name suggests, is a fog that can cause people to hallucinate. Compared to other wave storms or something, it's even more powerful. After all, once a person has fallen into an illusion, it is difficult to come out again. Not to mention, at the helm or something.

Outside the cabin, there was chaos. They were all busy rushing into the cabin with the enchantment, and their belongings were scattered all over the place.

"Guest, hurry in, what are you still wandering around outside, you don't want to live anymore. The craftsman raised his arm slightly, and as soon as he came into contact with the pink phantom mist, he was pulled into their cabin by a short-haired young man.

As soon as the craftsman stabilized, the number of people in the sky hit his head like splashing water.

"This big brother, let's talk about it before we get on the boat. Try not to go out of the cabin and do not go out of the cabin. The Phantom Sea is full of dangers, our small business is exchanging our lives for money, you say that if something goes wrong, do you want my signboard?"

"I'm sorry. "The craftsman god forgot about this stubble, this is not in the Eastern Capital Sword House, there are other people on this boat, fortunately, the young man pulled him in.

The ship's boss was full of anger and was blocked back by this pair, and the people in the lonely place were loud.

"Forget if you know it's wrong, go back quickly. ”

It's just a small ferry, cabin to cabin figured out.

"Daddy!" Tingyu looked at the craftsman who had just gone out for a short time suspiciously, and his face didn't seem to be very good. "Are you alright? ”

Something was not quite right, the moment the craftsman remembered that he came into contact with the phantom mist, the biting chill was as good as the ice surface on the top of the Mi God Tower.

"Daddy, go and rest. "Is the phantom fog so powerful, Daddy just went out, and his face was wrong when he came back. Tingyu looked at the fog that was getting thicker and thicker, and always felt that something would rush out in the next moment.

The craftsman only felt that his eyes were getting more and more hazy, and it seemed that he was in the path of the phantom fog. "I do need to rest, it's a lot of fog. Yu'er remembered not to leave the door. ”

"Yu'er knows. In case the wound on her body cracked, she could only watch her father stagger into the room.

Outside the window, the pink mist flows in the wind, which is beautiful. In Tingyu's eyes, it made her feel cold. She jerked the curtain back, keeping the mist out.

But he said that the craftsman god, returned to his room and immediately meditated, trying to expel the trace of cold power, but between the flow of divine power, not only did not disperse it, but took it all over the meridians of the body, and went straight to the dantian.

"It's going to happen!" "The craftsman didn't have time to take the next step, and the cold power rushed into the dantian and collided with the simulacrum. The huge impact force rushed from the abdomen to the door of the brain, and the craftsman only felt that his eyes were dark, and his body was soft on the side of the bed.

The consciousness is still there, but where is this?

The pure black world has returned to its original appearance, and the people hiding in the shadows can't help laughing, and the crisp and pleasant voice echoes in this pure black space.

This sound!

This voice will never be forgotten by the craftsman for the rest of his life. This is the deepest and most obscure longing in his heart.

"Who?"

With his angry shout, in the darkness, a blue-shirted woman slowly walked out.

The craftsman squinted, trying to see her face. However, the woman's face was as if hidden behind the clouds, and the shadows were so dense that it was not real.

"Who are you?"

The woman smiled as if she had heard some joke, but with a slight movement, her face became clear.

Is it her? I'm dreaming, it can't be her.