In Yanggu Yanyang Palace, the girl was lying on the bed, her consciousness slowly woke up, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she couldn't move because of the pain all over her body.

"Did I get into a car accident? Oh my God, why does it hurt so much?"

The girl thought, but immediately felt that it was not right, and the last memory in her mind was that she was chased and killed by a group of Taoist priests dressed in white, "I must be dreaming! What is this? Have I watched too many costume dramas? Who is this woman, I don't remember which actor looks like this! No, I have to wake up quickly." ”

The girl desperately opened her eyes and sat up, stunned by the scene in front of her. The hollow carved bed edge, the antique architectural style, and the neat and orderly furnishings. On the opposite table are candlesticks, a row of brushes, and bamboo slips. There is also a guqin diagonally to the right.

She pinched her face, "Ah...... It hurts. Isn't it a dream? Where am I? Shouldn't I be in the hospital?"

"This is Yanggu. But I really didn't expect you to wake up alive, it seems that you are dead. ”

The girl looked at the voice, and a man said lazily leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. I saw that this person had fair skin, the eyebrows and eyes, as if they had been carved out of fine carving, the eyes were bright and deep, the nose was also straight and exquisite, the corners of the mouth were slightly raised when speaking, and the facial features were quite bright and moving. The waist-length hair fell down to the waist, and only the red ribbon was used to tie the excess hair in front of the front back at will. has a slender figure, and ordinary people think that the exaggerated red robe is not gaudy when worn on the body, but it is very extraordinary.

"So handsome......" The girl stared intently at the man in front of her, and let out a silent admiration from the bottom of her heart.

"Now that you're healed, go out of the valley, where you came from, where you go back, this is not the place you should be. The man appeared by her bedside from the door in an instant, and said Yoyo.

"Can I ask a question?" The girl felt that her mind was very messy, although the man in front of her made her feel pleasing to the eye, but she still didn't understand why she was here, "Are you filming a TV series?"

"What?" the man looked puzzled, "You shouldn't have been beaten stupid by those old men in Huashan, right?"

"I ......" the girl was surprised, and she had two very different memories in her head, which made her confused, and she didn't know which one was real.

The girl got out of bed and staggered to the bronze mirror, the face in front of the mirror was full of scars, so pale that there was no blood, but if you looked closely, the facial features were quite good-looking, a curved willow eyebrows, a pair of peach blossom eyes, a straight nose, a small mouth, with a round slightly baby fat face, the overall look is delicate and delicate, and she is also a little beauty.

But this face was not her own face as she imagined, but the face of the girl who was chased and killed in her memory, and she stood up in panic and said, "Who am I?"

"Aren't you, you have amnesia?" the man chuckled, looking the girl up and down, "I don't remember who I am?"

The girl rubbed her head and said hesitantly: "It's not that I don't remember, I'm wondering if I'm Zhang Yan or Mo Ran?"

"You asked me, you broke into my territory, and now you ask me who you are?" the man stared at the girl in front of him like a monster.

The girl asked, "Then who are you?"

"The name of this god monarch is what a little devil like you can ask?" the man said proudly, holding the shelf.

"God...... Monarch...... So you saved Mo Ran?" the girl vaguely remembered that when Mo Ran was dying with the monks, an invisible force transferred her away from danger, and after waking up, she and Mo Ran appeared here, and that was Mo Ran saved.

"I thought you were going to die, and I didn't want to dirty my place, so I reluctantly saved you, but I didn't expect that you, a little devil, would heal yourself after lying for a few days, and your vitality is so tenacious. ”

The man held his chin and walked around Mo Ran slowly, as if he wanted to see some mystery.

"I want to go out and see. Mo Ran was so uncomfortable being stared at by him, and wanted to slip away immediately.

"Excuse me, let's go after reading it......" As soon as the words fell, the man disappeared.

Mo Ran was already dumbfounded when he saw this, "This ...... Do you have superpowers? I must still be dreaming......"

Mo Ran walked out of the house, was deeply attracted by the scenery in front of him, the flowers and plants all over the mountains and fields, all seem to be alive, emitting a shining light, in the distance two large trees with saffron roots staggered at a glance can not see the top, as if they have grown into the clouds, sometimes there are golden birds stop on the trees, and fly towards the sun in a blink of an eye. What's even more amazing is that the sun here looks very big, bigger than anywhere she has seen, but it is not hot at all, but rather pleasant like a warm spring breeze.

Mo Ran walked closer to the big tree, raised his head to see how high the bottom of the two trees was, but he couldn't see clearly, a thought came to his heart, and the soles of his feet jumped up and took off, she could fly.

Suppressing the surprise and fear in her heart, she slowly flew towards the top of the tree, just trying to see if the two trees really grew to the sky, the breeze gently hit her face, she rose higher and higher, but before she reached the height of a small peak in the distance, she felt the resistance getting bigger and bigger, and the flight became more and more difficult, and finally had to give up and land slowly.

"You little devil is too daring, do you still want to fly into the sky?" a little boy appeared before her, looking at her with disdain.

Mo Ran couldn't hide his excitement, grabbed the little boy's shoulder, and exclaimed: "I can fly, I can fly, you also saw it, right!"

"Cut, like no one, what is there to be proud of!" the little boy shook her off.

"You little ghost is not big or small, I just said that I am a little ghost, how old are you, pretend to be an adult, hum!" Mo Ran tugged at the little boy's ears and snorted softly.

"It hurts, you shrew, I'm twenty-five, shouldn't I call you a little ghost, how old are you!"

Mo Ran let go of the little boy in front of him, who looked to be only seven or eight years old, and glared at him, "It's obviously a little kid, what kind of adult! I'm only fifteen, you dare to say that you are twenty-five!"

"I don't believe it, I'm too lazy to explain it to you!" After that, the little boy turned into a halo and wanted to burrow into the grass, Mo Ran grabbed it casually when he saw the situation, but he didn't expect to hold the halo in his hand, and the little boy appeared in front of him again.

"What do you want to do, you crazy woman?" said the little boy, his eyes wide with rage.

"Don't be angry, my sister has a few questions for you. Mo Ran reached out and touched the little boy's head, "Do you know that there is a man in red here, who is very good-looking, and he has come and gone without a trace, do you know who he is?"

"Fusang Divine Venerable, I don't know this!" the little boy replied angrily, disgusted with Mo Ran's lonely appearance.

"Fuso Divine Venerable......? What are you doing?"

The little boy didn't even look at her, pointed to the distance, and said impatiently: "Do you see those two mulberry trees that go straight to the heavenly realm, Fusang Divine Venerable is the tree spirit of these two divine trees, and it is also their incarnation, this is Yanggu that connects the three worlds of gods, people, and the underworld, understand?"

"Oh my God, dare I travel into a mythical story?" Mo Ran pinched his face again, there was already a wound on his face, and when she pinched it, there was a tingling pain, and he almost screamed, "Hiss...... It's painful, it's really not a dream......"

But if it's not a dream, then what's going on with two completely different memories in my mind.

"What nonsense, I'm leaving, I warn you not to pull me again!" The little boy was already scared of Mo Ran, thinking that this little ghost was not big, but his cultivation was not lower than himself, and he was able to catch himself with his eyes and hands, which was really annoying and annoying.

Mo Ran stopped the little boy and continued to ask, "Wait, what are you?"

The little boy replied, "I am a peony, and I am a flower spirit." ”

"Poofhahahaha, there is no normal person. Mo Ran laughed until people turned on their backs, but when she thought about it, in Mo Ran's memory, she was only a half-demon, not a human.

Xiaohualing rolled her eyes, and was about to reply when Fusang appeared in front of her, so she saluted him respectfully, "Divine Venerable." ”

Fusang waved his hand at Xiaohualing, signaling that he didn't have to be polite, and then looked at Mo Ran coldly, and said, "Why don't you leave, what are you laughing at here?"

"Nothing...... I just think it's amazing here, I've never seen it before, and I've risen in posture, that ...... Can I stay here for a few more days? Divine Venerable, you know, there are still many Taoist priests out there chasing and killing Mo ...... Eh, you're chasing me, wouldn't it be tantamount to throwing myself into a trap if I go out now?

In Mo Ran's memory, every day she lives in the world is very difficult, either hiding in Tibet or being displaced, it is really pitiful to go out with her face, if you can stay here, it is also a good choice.

Fusang looked at the girl in front of him, and thought that there were indeed many monks outside who were chasing after her, and since she was lucky enough to survive, she would stay for the time being, and it would not be too late to drive her away when the wind had passed. Most of all, he still wanted to understand why the body that was obviously going to die was suddenly healed, and it was unseen and unheard of for him.