Zhiying realized that she had lost her temper, and she touched her face and smiled awkwardly. He Ling didn't think it was wrong, this was the younger sister of the festival, and she would treat her as her own sister. He Ling naturally asked her why she came here, Zhiying didn't want to say it, but she had been haunted by this trouble for a long time, and she also wanted to vomit it quickly.

He Ling's face was not very good after hearing this, "There is such a thing, I don't know where this immortal cave master came from, the matter was not over back then, and now it is like this, what does he want to do?"

"Tao Yao, you have to be careful of her, I see that your two friends are not bad, remember to beware, so as not to be taken advantage of. He Ling instructed.

Zhiying suddenly remembered that she had taken Yulu Dan, and she didn't know if this pill had any side effects. He Ling couldn't see her worries, "Don't worry, Tao Yao is ashamed of holding the festival, she won't kill you." However, the night is long and there are many dreams, so you should go back to Biyou Mountain as soon as possible. ”

Zhiying also wants to go back, but he is controlled by others, and now he is empty-handed, what can he do to face the immortal cave master?

He Ling thought about it again and again, but decided to tell Zhiying that the water spirit wooden dagger was contained in a box, and the box and the key were separated, and she didn't believe in this legend at first, until she accidentally learned the secret of the key.

Zhiying was overjoyed when she heard it, if she could really get the key, she wouldn't have to go through this experience in vain.

By the time Zhiying and He Ling came out, Ah Chang's face didn't know what to use, and although Ling Jun was quite calm, his expression was also a little unnatural. It turned out that the fox spirit was open, and the eight fox beauties probably felt that the ordinary singing and dancing was boring, but they actually danced the seven-layer veil dance, and they all lost their souls. Seeing the two of them come out, Ah Changru was pardoned, and he really couldn't afford it. As soon as He Ling clapped his hands, eight mermaids rushed out, and everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

The four of them studied the issue of the key, and they all felt that this move was feasible, so they decided to let He Ling explore the way first, and if the situation was true, the other three would act.

"I have many brothers and sisters in the fox clan, there should be news soon, I will notify you as soon as there is news, be prepared. He Ling said.

Three days later, He Ling sent a letter that read, "Desire for the secret key, in the hall of phantom spirits."

Without mentioning some preparations, this operation was still three people, and Ah Qing stayed at home.

Before entering the hall, Ling Jun drew a talisman on the hands of each of us, which is said to be life-saving at a critical moment. Zhiying has been practicing in Biyou Mountain for ten years, but she can't understand what is on her hand, and she can't help but sigh that she is lonely and unheard of, and at the same time sigh that Ling Jun is erudite and knowledgeable. Of course, these thoughts were just fleeting, and when I entered the Phantom Spirit Hall, there were no selfish distractions.

Entering the gate, there is a boxy hall in front of you, with three big characters of "Phantom Hall" written on it. The furnishings in the hall are extremely simple, only in the center of the main hall there is a long table, a Taishi chair, and there are things similar to documents on the table, and there is no pen and ink. The hall was empty all around, and only the palace lamps hung in the corners, illuminating the whole hall dimly and darkly, making people feel very uncomfortable. The three of them exchanged a look, getting the same message from each other's eyes: this place is very strange.

Zhiying walked to the only table and looked at the things on the table through the dim light: a "Book of Songs", a "Peony Pavilion", and several scattered plain notes with different poems written on them, including Li Qingzhao's "People are thinner than yellow flowers", Liu Yong's "Dream Awakening and Half a Night", and Li Houzhu's "How much sorrow can you have". Judging from the font, it is undoubtedly from the woman's handwriting, and then looking at the content, Zhiying feels that this woman must be a resentful woman in the boudoir.

Ling Jun walked over, stretched out his hand and picked up a page of plain paper, in the dim light, the slender fingers were distinct, and they were very good-looking.

He looked at the plain note, first surprised, then puzzled, and finally his eyes were heavy and thoughtful.

"But what's wrong?"

Ling Jun shook his head, "It's just a trick." He let go of his hand, and saw the note fall lightly on the table, and in a few moments it dissipated like a cloud. Zhiying was surprised when he saw it, it turned out that this was an illusion, and for a while he thought of the words "Phantom Hall", could it be that everything here was made of illusion, and whose handwriting was it?

Zhiying looked around, but she still didn't notice anything wrong, and she couldn't help but feel a little irritable, her instinctive rejection of this empty environment was not as happy as everyone doing it openly.

"Steady your mind, don't think nonsense!" A pair of warm hands pressed on Zhiying's temples, she instantly came back to her senses, and secretly scolded herself for being careless, thanks to Ling Jun, if there is an enemy who takes advantage of the weakness, it is unknown whether she can still stand here.

Holding Ying settled down, Fang spoke, "What should I do next?"

"Split the table. ”

"Huh?"

"If you don't break it, you can't stand it. ”

"You're saying that since everything is an illusion, then break the established and only then reveal its true colors?"

"Not bad. ”