Xiang Guang helped the Rose King to find a relatively spacious position to sit down, an hour was not very long, and it was over to look at the scenery and think about it.

The faint light in the stone flower swayed dimly, and the position near the water flow gradually swayed a little brightly under the reflection of the faint light. In such a dark environment and no light can be lit, the sudden appearance of bright colors will naturally attract people's attention.

The water kept flowing forward, the silent water surface was like a flowing mirror, and it was constantly changing different pictures, Xiang Guang looked past with the bright light, and saw a small village surrounded by mountains and rivers.

The scenery in the village looks familiar, walking along the bluestone paved alleys, near the hillside, there is a very ordinary two-story building, and a little girl of five or six years old is kicking shuttlecock in the yard.

Smoke curled up from the chimney, and through the window, you could see someone in the kitchen cooking dinner, and the smell wafted out of the window in the wind, the smell of home after a long absence.

A ten-year-old boy jumped up from behind him and hung on him, Xiang Guang was caught off guard and leaned forward, the boy slid into his arms and hung on him, looking at his dexterous movements and quick reactions, this child not only has good skills, but also has strong adaptability.

"Good boy, yes!" Xiang Guang patted his son's shoulder and smiled with satisfaction.

Xiuru had already made dinner, and took Xiu'er's hand and stood under the eaves of the porch to look at their father and son, with a very gentle and virtuous smile on her beautiful cheeks, "It's still troublesome, it's time to eat...".

"The firmament of the sky, its good and evil? Far away and unreachable? It is also under its sight, and if it is, it is already gone. And the accumulation of water is not thick, so it is not able to carry the boat. If the cup of water is on the top of the hall, the mustard will be the boat; If you put a cup, you will be glued, the water is shallow and the boat is big...".

"If the husband takes advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth, and the argument of the six qis, he will swim in infinity...".

The Rose King pinched the embroidery needle in his fingertips and wrapped the embroidery thread in his hand, but secretly looked at the person who was reading in front of the window.

Lan Tianxing is the most proud disciple taught by Senior Brother Zhang, but this disciple does not like the graceful Song Ci like him, but likes to read "Zhuangzi", he likes the "Getaway" in the "free travel" without any restraints, leisurely and contented in the world of thought, although there is some idealism and illusion, but it is also a kind of indifferent romance.

The Rose King looked up, and only half of his shadowed silhouette could be seen through the rose tree in the study, and after so many years of ups and downs, life and death together, the only reason she was alive was him.

All the emotions and expectations in her life were also given to him, Yin knew that these were wishful thinking with no return, she still let herself fall into it without hesitation, and all she got from beginning to end was that sentence: 'Sister, you are my brother in life and death!' ’。

Lan Tianxing's feelings are single-minded and persistent, loyal and infatuated to his beloved wife Chenmeng, and never involve emotions outside of their husband and wife. This was originally a very rare merit and worthy of admiration, but for the Rose King, it was the sorrow of her life.

"Tianxing... As long as you are doing well, I have nothing more..."The Rose King lowered her head and continued to thread the needle, but as soon as the tip of the needle deflected, her finger was punctured, and a drop of bright red blood poured out of her fingertips, and the piece of silk in her hand was stained with a small piece of blood.

"Alas," the Rose King sighed faintly, and couldn't help but feel sad.

She has never been cared for by her parents and relatives since she was born in this earthly world, and she has been enduring her inner torment alone for so many years, until she met Lan Tianxing ten years ago, and her lonely and helpless heart found a place to place.

But Lan Tianxing can regard her as a confidant, a brother in life and death, but he can't give her the love she wants in her heart, so she is still desolate and lonely.

"Does it hurt?" Someone took her hand and put it to her lips, gently sucking at the wound on her fingertips.

"Skywalker?" The Rose King shook his body, and everything in his hand slipped to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I've neglected you all these years..."Lan Tianxing grabbed her shoulders and hugged her tightly, "In the future, never...".

The pattern on the tombstone that had been slapped suddenly bowed up from the plane, and circled quickly in the direction of the blood dripping a few times, and when the blood light fell, there was a small thing like a nine-clawed flying dragon in Ji Lang's palm.

Although the golden appearance looks very luxurious, it is difficult to hide the sharp edge it exudes from itself, is this the 'Yinmu Fu' that the portrait just said?

"It's been sealed for a thousand years, and it's time to go out and see the outside world..."The figure in the tombstone seemed to float forward without weight and landed on Ji Lang's palm, and then smiled at him very provocatively, "Don't quarrel with me, I'm annoying!" ”。

"Eh, you..." Ji Lang flicked his wrist and wanted to lift the figure out, but the figure shrank in his palm and melted into the swimming 'Yinmu Fu'.

It seems that someone is caressing the qin, and the sound of the ancient guqin faintly comes from the void, as if it comes from far away from the sky, which can be vaguely heard but far away.

The sound of the piano kept ringing, and the low and melodious music lingered in my ears like a breeze. It is like a branch crossing the water, like a falling flower and a shadow, and the oblique moon is as deep as the clouds.

Ji Lang turned around to the sound of the harp, and saw a man in plain robes caressing the strings on the wall opposite the tombstone. The music flowed slowly from his fingertips, and it stretched like a gurgling stream.

"Young Master? Young Master..."This place is dangerous, it is the right way to find something and withdraw quickly, why does the eldest young master of the Lan family still have the leisure to play the piano here, does this want to stay and be the rhythm of the fairy?"

Ji Lang slapped a few times on the wall, and the image on it flickered and dimmed, but after shaking it for a few times, it was as if the power had suddenly cut off, and the original image of the wall was darkened, and the original image disappeared.

"Young Master! Young Master..."Ji Lang slapped twice on the wall and wanted to crash into it, maybe he shot too hard in a hurry, and a palm-wide crack was shot on the wall when a burst of rubble flew sideways, it seems that no matter what kind of environment it is in to speak by force, it is still very advantageous.

After Ji Lang slapped his palms twice, the whole cave had a slight sense of vibration, and his young master was still in the uncertainty of life and death, of course he had to rush in to savior, otherwise he would really become a waste material who followed the scenery.

"Wait! Wait a minute..."Someone grabbed his wrist to stop him from shooting again, and reminded, "If you shoot again, the cave will collapse!" ”。

"Get out!" Ji Lang flicked his wrist and wanted to push the hand away, "Don't be nosy, get out...".

Not only was that hand not thrown off, but he grabbed his wrist and dragged Ji Lang back to the door, Ji Lang's skills were very high, almost comparable to Lan Tianxing, he hadn't been pulled like this for many years.

The crack on the wall that he slapped out was between them, and it rippled like water ripples a few times before sticking together. When Ji Lang shook off that hand and rushed back, the wall was smooth and smooth again.

"Young Master! Young master..."Ji Lang raised his hand and wanted to continue shooting, but the figure behind him reminded again, "Don't shoot, you won't be able to get in if you smash it." This tomb is transformed by the fox heart of the blue fox, and it is impossible for anyone to walk in except for the Lord, don't waste your efforts! ”。

Ji Lang looked back at him and asked, "How do you know?" ”。

"I've been sealed in this stele for almost a thousand years, and every day I watch her heart move for whom...", the figure replied, "In order to preserve his divine memories and protect his soul from the ghosts and spirits in the valley, and from the pain of the six realms of reincarnation, the Blue Fox can only hide him in her fox heart...".

"You say, it's... Her heart? Ji Lang unconsciously touched the wall and hurriedly withdrew his hand, no wonder the feeling here is completely different from the cave outside the door.

"That's right!" The figure replied, "That's why the blue fox is careless, the Lord is the only one who can enter her heart." So, we can only wait here...".