Lan Shuying's attitude when she answered was not good, but this casual cultivator didn't mean to be unhappy at all, but seemed to be ...... As long as she is there, he can see the guiding light.

Then he happily went to assemble with the army.

Lan Shuying picked up the gray and white spars left by those people when they left, and went back and forth several times, putting all the spars back to their original positions.

As the last handful of hedrons returned to their places, the ground beneath her feet trembled slightly.

"Look, the white fog is gone!" Someone is calling.

She looked back.

Sure enough, a few meters further on, the white fog that had covered the road ahead was gone, replaced by an open space.

At the end of the clearing, a wall is painted with patterns.

It's a dead end, that wall is the end, and the same walls on both sides, just without a pattern.

And these people, all of them, are standing at the mouth of the alley.

The young man of the Sword Pavilion got up quietly, a long sword carved with water patterns was held in his left hand, he walked two steps behind Lan Shuying's left, and always kept this distance, until she got close to the front of the mural, his attention was distracted by the picture.

Lan Shuying glanced at him with her peripheral vision.

She was sure that there was no ill will in the young man.

That kind of calmness obviously can't be out of love for the original owner, but his behavior seems to be very protective of her.

She labeled him in her heart: strange origin.

"Fairy, please look, this is painted on ......" or the familiar big face came over.

Lan Shuying interrupted this cowardly cultivator who was deliberately pleasing him: "I can see it myself." ”

"Ah, good, good......" he smiled awkwardly.

The content of the whole painting is simple.

In the direction of where they stand, there is a winding mountain path that goes deep into it from the bottom of the painting. Surrounded by a blue ridge and a verdant background, there is a basin dotted with countless round white houses, like white flowers rising from the grass.

The colors are bright and gorgeous, revealing vitality.

I remembered that the road I had just walked was covered with strange white spirits.

One side is life, the other side is death.

Not far behind him lay the dead bodies of the young man and the gray wolf, which constituted a great sense of conflict with the painting.

Divine minds couldn't detect what was on the other side of the mural.

Toffee has also tried, but all I can see is nothingness.

The monks gathered together to comment, and none of them dared to get too close, and they all decided that something was wrong with the mural.

Lan Shuying stretched out a finger to touch the painting.

Leng Buding stretched out a scabbard from behind him.

It turned out to be a young man from the Sword Pavilion.

He saw her intentions and poked the wall with his scabbard first.

There was no sound at all, the scabbard melted directly into the mural, and the surrounding discussion stopped abruptly.

He furrowed his brows, and it seemed a little hard to retrieve it, and the mural was trembling like a stick stuck into the viscous syrup, desperately trying to hold on.

Lan Shuying reached out to help him.

She felt as if something had bitten the other end of the scabbard, and after a little thought, a red line burst out of her palm, and she followed the scabbard into the mural, and the force fighting for the scabbard disappeared, and after three seconds, the entire wall began to burn!

The wails of countless unjust souls suddenly sounded in my ears, and they were menacing!

Lan Shuying saw that the other people's ears were dripping bright red, and they hugged their heads in pain and screamed, including the Sword Pavilion youth, his condition seemed slightly better, at least he didn't scream.

She reached out and touched the side of her face, which was wet, slimy, and bloody.

But she didn't feel any discomfort.

"Understood...... Sound acts on the body, as well as hallucinations for the soul. "But her soul level is too high, so she is automatically immune to illusion attacks.

Lan Shuying was hesitant to pretend to be like this.

Suddenly, many white arms stretched out from the mural, each of which pinpointed a monk and dragged them in!

The young man may have lost the ability to resist when he was caught, and the scabbard fell into her hands, separated from its owner.

Here it comes.

If you enter the mural, you can appreciate the true face of this secret spring......

What reason did she have to refuse?

Lan Shuying smiled slightly, simply gave up resistance, and took the initiative to hand it into the nearest miserable white palm.

The owner of the hand hesitated for a few seconds before clenching it, and pulled her in without being at all fierce.

It seemed like a second, and it was like ...... It's been a long time.

She faintly heard the sound of festive suona, the kind that was blown during the wedding in the village.

People are talking from far and near.

Men, women, the elderly, children, and dogs barking as they scurry.

The sweet aroma wafted through her nose, which reminded her of a jar of sugar osmanthus in autumn.

What finally prompted her to open her eyes was that she felt that someone was watching her.

In this closed cabin, she met a pair of frosty eyes, nodded, and smiled: "It seems that we are quite destined." ”

"Bad luck is all in one piece." Lan Shuying slowly added this sentence and began to look around.

The young man of the Sword Pavilion breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her open his eyes.

He was fastened to a high-backed wooden chair in a five-flowered posture.

She is the same.

She also saw the scabbard thrown at her feet, and the young man with his sword lying at his feet.

"He Miao." The young man spoke.

The voice is low and a little hoarse.

Lan Shuying remembered that he hadn't said a word since he went down the well, and he understood very well, and introduced himself: "...... of Yutai"

"I know."

A sword flash flashed in his eyes, and the spirit sword flew up to cut the rope on his body, and then to solve her hemp rope.

Speaking of which, it always feels strange to treat monks like them with such worldly things.

Either the creatures that live in this place are actually a group of ordinary people.

Or, they don't care that they will run, tying up is just formalism.

"Have I seen you in the Sword Pavilion before?" Lan Shuying asked.

He Miao nodded and reminded her, "Now is not the time to catch up...... Wait, what are you doing?! ”

He was surprised to see the senior sister, who was a few years younger than him, walking up to the table, holding a small clay pot in both hands, and intoxicated to smell the sweet fragrance that overflowed from it.

Hey, doesn't she know where this is?!

"It's really sugar osmanthus, I haven't eaten this for a long time."

She wistfully scraped a ball with her index finger, and it was about to be put in her mouth.

He Miao felt that the blood in his whole body was about to rush to the top of his head.

He hurriedly rushed up and knocked off her right hand, asking, "Are you not very clear now?" ”

Lan Shuying chuckled, shrugged, and wiped off the sugar osmanthus that she didn't know what to turn into with a handkerchief, "I'm sober, I just think the way you speak seems to be cool." "So I want to see how other personas collapse.

He Miao obviously didn't quite understand: what was the connection between his suspicion of being cool and her trying to eat indiscriminately?

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