Xiling Lan looked at this scene, and her heart moved, "Master Jiashan, can you control the relics and not purify them for the time being?" ”

Jiashan nodded dryly, and then the golden light reflected by the relics and Buddha beads converged, and only controlled the scope on the heads of the five of them,

Equivalent to a golden shield.

The black on the male-shaped resentful spirit was even lighter, and it actually had a bit of transparency.

The female resentful spirit also broke free from the shackles because of the relaxation of the male resentful spirit.

The first reaction was not to rush over to take revenge, but to grab the male-shaped resentful spirit and run into the grotto

After a moment's pause, and then with a gesture of his hand, a black object flew towards Xiling Lan and the others.

The eyesight of Xiling Lan and the others could naturally see that it seemed to be something like a parchment roll, which had no power, just light

It landed lightly at the feet of the crowd.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, those two resentful spirits have disappeared at the end of the grotto.

Looking at the black parchment roll, Xiling Lan just wanted to step forward, but Chu Tianmu firmly held his wrist and couldn't move forward.

Jiashan took advantage of Xiling Lan being pulled by Chu Tianmu, reached out and picked up the parchment scroll, the golden light of the Buddhist beads in his hand appeared, and the black on the parchment scroll withdrew like a tide, recovering its whiteness.

Jiashan was very gentlemanly, and only briefly checked the parchment scroll and there was no problem, so he handed it to Xiling Lan without even looking at it.

Xiling Lan took the parchment roll with a complicated expression, hesitated for a moment, and slowly unfolded it.

The parchment roll is made of the finest sheepskin, and the ink on it is made of unknown materials, and the ink marks are so thick that it seems to have just been written, and it seems that you can smell the ink between your nose.

The parchment roll looks like only one roll, but when it is unfolded, it is more than a meter long.

On it is a beautiful hairpin flower letter, full of writing.

Xiling Lan is full from the very beginning, this seems to be a marching diary of Xiling Yi, recording some matters and moods after leaving Kyoto.

On the 10th day of March, it was sunny.

It's been ten days since I left Lan'er, and I miss her in my heart, and I still remember the day I went out, Lan'er seemed to feel that I was going to leave her, and she cried heartbreakingly.

Looking at her red face from crying, I still left her ruthlessly.

Now that I think about it, it seems that her cry is still echoing in my ears.

Every time I think of Lan'er, my heart is like a knife. It's me who is sorry for her, the only thing I owe in this life is her.

March 30, rain.

It had been raining heavily for several days, and the army was trapped in the city and could not move.

Hearing that the relict city is about to be unable to hold on, Yuan Zhengqi's old fox is estimated to be urging for money and food again.

Yuan Cheng asked me, why did you leave Lan'er and go to the Lost City?

I just want to give him a look, didn't he also leave his young son at home and run here.

And the face says about me!

After Yuan Cheng left, I asked myself, why did I come to the Lost City, perhaps, because he had been here before?

April 28, cloudy.

It has been more than ten days since I arrived in the relict city, and I am fighting every day, and there are fewer and fewer familiar faces around me.

Maybe one day I'll lie here and never go back.

Thinking of Lan'er again, for her, I also want to go back alive!

On the first day of May, it was sunny.

It has been three days since the military salary was cut off, and Yuan Zhengqi said that the imperial court is now in difficulty, and it is not easy to raise grain and grass, so he wants everyone to be considerate.

But how can you go into battle and kill the enemy when you are hungry? Yuan Zhengqi, an old bastard, must be behind the scenes!

Yuan Cheng also agrees with me, we must expose him, otherwise the compatriots did not die in the hands of the enemy, but died in the hands of their own people, that is simply the biggest joke.

away from home,