Ling Yingxi's white and blood-red plain hand stroked the rock, she suddenly stopped, and the small piece that her hand touched, her palm trembled slightly.

Ling Yingxi's eyes flashed with a faint light, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, where there was a mechanism, this rock must be much thinner than the one next to it. She pushed the rock in with all her might.

At the same time, the gears rolled, and a stone statue stretched out next to it, the stone statue was in the shape of a golden boy, and the golden boy's eyes were blood-red, but he was still smiling like a flower, which was really weird. The golden boy holds a bright red flower in his hand, which is also carved from stone, which is vivid and beautiful.

Ling Yingxi raised her eyebrows slightly, picked up the flower on the other side, the flower did not see the leaves, and the leaves did not see the flowers. Legend has it that the other side is born on the banks of the Lethe River, and is the sacred flower of hell, leading to death and reincarnation.

There is also a legend that there are actually two kinds of flowers in hell, one is the Manju Sahua, which is the other side flower, and the other is the mandala. The other side represents reincarnation, and the mandala represents death. Later, people confused the two flowers, and gradually forgot about the mandala, and the manju sawa was added to the synonym: "the omen before death".

Ling Yingxi looked at the strange flowers blooming in her hands, the pavilion in the courtyard seemed to be carved with this kind of flower, and this golden boy was also holding this flower in his hand, was it Mu Qing's personal preference, or did he have other intentions?

Ling Yingxi looked at the seamless level arranged in front of her, and understood a little, isn't this kind of arrangement a sign of death? However, it doesn't seem to be just that.

At this time, the golden boy's blood-red eyes, which were as big as copper bells, turned strangely, and Ling Yingxi noticed it, her eyes narrowed slightly.

The eyes stopped, the golden boy's hand suddenly fell, and the gap flowed bloody red liquid, Ling Yingxi didn't smell blood, and this liquid was not blood.

One of the golden boy's blood-colored eyes rolled out, no, it can't be said to be an eye, it's just a blood pearl.

Ling Yingxi's eyes quickly caught the blood pearl that was about to fall, and her fingertips touched the blood pearl with some unevenness, Ling Yingxi flipped the pearl over, and the blood pearl was engraved with the word "ten steps".

Ling Yingxi raised her eyebrows lightly and asked herself, "Ten steps, do you mean that this bridge can only walk ten steps?"

The bridge is at least thirty paces away, and the bridge is not strong nine times out of ten, and the chance of crossing the bridge within ten steps is very small.

Ling Yingxi thought of something, looked back, although she couldn't cross the bridge in ten steps, she ...... From this wall to the opposite wall, it was exactly ten steps.

Ling Yingxi counted the number of steps and walked over, tentatively pressed down on the rock in the same position, the gears rolled, the rock cracked a hole more than a person high, and a jade girl made of jade slowly appeared inside, the posture of the jade girl was very different from the golden boy, but she was holding a vase in her hand.

On the vase was a black mandala carved in stone, black reminiscent of endless darkness and fear, and the legend.

Ling Yingxi paid attention to the jade girl's eyes, which were ordinary black, but they reflected with the flowers in her hands.

Ling Yingxi reached out and took the mandala, the jade girl was not as weird as the golden boy, but the necklace around its neck collapsed into it, and a stone slab appeared next to the Cambridge, connecting the two shores.

At the same time, the sharp swords above his head fell one after another, stabbing into the stone slab.

Ling Yingxi's face did not change, and she calculated the law, the sword fell into one sword with two breaths, and there was only half a step between the swords. At this height and speed, sooner or later, the slate will be punctured, and I am afraid that it will not be able to get out.

In other words, she has to leave even if she doesn't leave, Mu Qing is forcing people to the slate.

Ling Yingxi raised her eyebrows, walked onto the stone slab, and just took a step before a sharp sword fell, her face did not change, and according to the result calculated just now, she took two quick steps to the left.

Yu Guang saw that the position where she was standing had been stabbed by a sharp sword, Ling Yingxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the rules, and the road was smooth, but due to the frequent falling swords, the distance of thirty steps had not yet passed.

However, at the time of a cup of tea, the stone slab has been tied like a hedgehog, and there is a faint tendency to break. And she was in the middle of the stone slabs, and it would be extremely dangerous if she didn't get over as soon as possible.

Ling Yingxi frowned slightly, her pace quickened, and a sharp sword suddenly fell above her head, and between the lightning and flint, Ling Yingxi waved the Frost Shadow Sword in her right hand to block the sharp sword, and the two swords collided and made a piercing sound.

Ling Yingxi raised her eyebrows slightly, this dark room should be specially designed for people who don't know martial arts, if they have some martial arts foundation, they don't need to be afraid of these organs that are like decorations to them.

The so-called bridge next to it has collapsed in the middle, and the scabbard falls from time to time, and it looks miserable. When Ling Yingxi walked to the opposite bank, the stone slab broke at the same time, and for a while the dust was flying, and the stone slab was shattered by the sharp cone thorns below.

Ling Yingxi raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced at the embarrassed picture, and walked towards the hole.

...... At this time, there was already a lot of uproar in the capital, and the most eye-catching of them was the teahouse.

"Do you know that Old Madam Ling was ...... on her birthday yesterday," a lightly dressed scholar asked around a few book listeners.

"Naturally, I know that the second lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion has both talent and virtue, far exceeding the eldest lady. The older woman was snorting melon seeds with an incredulous look, "These two young ladies, all of a sudden, seem to have changed people, and they have become proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." ”

Another man of the same age said: "Isn't it, this first talented woman like Miss Ling has been suppressed, and His Royal Highness King Qi also treats the second young lady differently." ”

The scholar smiled, "Second Miss's song has been passed down like a divine comedy, is it really better than Qu Xianxian?"

"Where will King Lianqi's other person go?" the man said.

A hint of disappointment flashed in the scholar's eyes, and he asked, "Is that so?"

"The second lady was a waste at the beginning, how could she have played a tune? Now it is a blockbuster. The woman's eyes were full of appreciation.

The scholar ...... stopped talking, his brows furrowed slightly, he asked so many people, and the answers were all about the same, and there was no useful news.

Seeing that the scholar was depressed, the woman asked tentatively, "You don't want to marry the second lady, do you?"

The scholar was startled, shook his head hurriedly, and explained: "The second miss is the descendant of the Prime Minister's Mansion, I am penniless, and I have no official character, how dare I climb the second miss? I just appreciate the versatility of the second miss." ”

"I get it. "The woman looked like I understood, and the scholar couldn't say anything about his suffering, and the more he described it, the darker it became, so he simply followed the woman.

After coming out of the teahouse, the scholar said to himself: "A picky person like King Qi appreciates it, how good is it? ”

The corner of the scholar's mouth hooked slightly, and he took out the jade flute from his sleeve and put it in his hand to play, "If possible, I will come to visit Qu Xianxian and meet this little girl." ”