On the edge of that deep lake, the lake surface reflects the white moonlight as far as the eye can see.

Ge Sheng sat by the lake and watched people fish.

Originally, the water was frozen, but this did not prevent some people from digging a small gap and hanging a green bamboo rod and a thin fishing line into the lake.

Qingzhu's fishing rod is held in a pair of old hands, which have fine wrinkles, but under the pale old skin, the muscles and bones are full like the strongest teenager.

Ge Sheng watched this lake for a long time, to be precise.

I've been looking here since he came in the afternoon.

Until now, the bright moon in the middle of the night was about to pass around his head, and he still didn't stop watching the old man fishing.

It is not a very beautiful picture, there are many beautiful pictures in this world, such as the reflection of the holy lake, such as the smiling girl, such as the loving mother who rubs your hair, such as the heroic princess.

But the only thing that does not include the old man fishing in front of him.

Ge Sheng quietly looked at his immobile pole, motionless, it was himself and the old man.

He had been so anxious, but now, he seemed to have forgotten everything.

Because it seems that by this lake, he forgets everything.

Although he watched for so long, the old man, who seemed to be extremely good at fishing, did not catch a single fish.

At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his hand, and felt that the slender fishing line was swung into the old man's hand, and the old man seriously went to bait and pick up the hook.

Ge Sheng spoke: "There is no hook." ”

The old man smiled and said, "If you think there is, then there is." ”

With that, he carefully removed the non-existent bitten bait from the tip of his empty line, and carefully removed the crooked, shiny hook.

He's so focused, so focused that you can't doubt that he really doesn't have what he wants to get rid of.

Ge Sheng watched him pick up the hook, thoughtful, and realized. At this moment, the old man looked up after taking off the hook, smiled, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Ge Sheng thought for a while and said, "My surname is Ge Mingsheng. ”

The old man laughed: "Then where are you from?" ”

Ge Sheng glanced back at the night sky: "I'm from Fengmian Villa over there." ”

The old man high-fived: "Then where are you going?" ”

Ge Sheng thought for a while and said, "I'm going to Lanyin City to save people." ”

The old man smiled, but did not seem to smile, and said, "Then you are not where you came from now, and you are not where you are going, why are you delaying here?" ”

Ge Sheng said seriously: "I'm on the way. ”

The old man laughed again, he was such an old man, but he laughed like a lion: "Where is the road?" ”

Ge Sheng nodded: "The road ahead." ”

The old man held the pole, knocked it on Ge Sheng's forehead, and said with a smile: "You can't teach your son." ”

Ge Sheng got up, turned around and was about to leave.

The old man smiled behind Ge Sheng, "Where are you going?" ”

Ge Sheng replied, "Go where you go." ”

The old man said, "You went only to die in vain, why did you go?" ”

Ge Sheng turned around and said seriously: "How do you know if you don't go?" ”

The old man laughed: "You can't do it for it, it's not wise." ”

Ge Sheng said seriously: "If you know what you can't do, it's not wise." However, for it, brave also. ”

The old man stroked his palms and laughed, almost tears squeezing out of those gray eyes, and he laughed, smiling and scribbling towards the icy lake.

Simple and casual, it's like plucking a lotus flower from last night.

"You learn from me."

Ge Sheng looked in front of him.

He saw the whole lake begin to split on both sides.

With the stroke of the old man's finger, the entire sacred lake was separated straight along his finger, and in the middle was a crack that was four zhang wide and countless feet deep, and there was no end in sight, and there was no reflow of the lake.

The moonlight shone through the cracks and slid down to the deepest depths as far as the eye could see.

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Inside Lanyin City, midnight.

This thousand-year-old city with a long history is shrouded in boundless night at the moment, the stars are shining, and this ancient city is deeply strange under the white fluorescence, it will obviously be a very beautiful city, if there is such a quiet silver and white city in reality, then it will inevitably become a grand scene on the mainland.

But at this moment, none of the three people who are still in the city really have the leisure to appreciate the beauty of this city of eternal night.

Because this is a city of death, silent and silent.

Wandering here, except for those white ghosts, only the cold starlight remains.

Here, the living are not welcome.

~

The flames around his body in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli were reduced to a radius of one zhang, otherwise the city would soon be burned into a white ground by him, and it only took him a short moment before to leave a huge vacuum in this thousand-year-old city.

"The realm of destruction that comes with disillusionment is a scoundrel." Qian Mo held the Emperor Heaven Ancient Sword in his hand and said as he walked: "It's just enough to have the characteristic of burning other people's domains, but how did the original emperor do it to be able to superimpose it with his own domain." ”

The two of them were advancing towards the center of the city, and they had just fought, or mainly in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, they almost slaughtered more than a hundred besieging realm elites, so that Dark Star was no longer able to organize a strong resistance, but despite this, their speed was still very slow, and they didn't seem to be worried about the safety of Princess Lanye at all.

Because, a truly powerful enemy has not yet appeared.

"Why don't we use it instead?" Qingli Sichun enthusiastically suggested, "I also like the characteristics of the Emperor Heaven to transform any magical attack and domain power. ”

"Very constructive opinion, but what about the soul imprint?" Qian Mo replied seriously, obviously very interested in this proposal. "The Emperor will definitely have a backlash in your hands, and are you sure that I won't go mad if I take the disillusionment?"

"Compared to a person who has owned two artifacts of the world, what is this danger?" In the fourth spring of Qingli, he was full of nonsense:

"What did that girl tell you that girl to save that princess from birth to death like you?"

"A beautiful princess has been captured by an evil witch and is being locked up in an ancient and dangerous castle waiting for the prince who will save her." Qian Mo replied solemnly: "The person who saves her will get the sincere love of Her Royal Highness the Princess and her entire kingdom." ”

"What a beautiful fairy tale." Qingli Sichun praised: "Did she tell you that Her Royal Highness the princess is actually only ten years old and doesn't even have breasts." ”

"Actually, even if he told me, he would explain to me that it was because of the witch's evil magic, and as long as she hugged Her Royal Highness and kissed her true feelings, she would become a stunning girl of eighteen years old."

"Fairy tale enthusiasts?" Qingli Sichun smiled bitterly: "Has she ever imagined that a handsome prince with blond hair will ride a handsome white pegasus to pick her up to a grand ball?" ”

"The girl's mind is wonderful." Qian Mo shrugged: "I really don't know if this is or not." ”

Then he looked up at the sky and smiled: "Will I tell you, has the witch come to greet the prince?" ”