In the end, it was her daughter's house, but in just half an hour, Lan Zeyun had already been properly cleaned up.

Qiao Xiao Pan Pan is looking forward to the newlywed girl, between the golden hairpin, jade beads and green silk.

Ten miles of red makeup street walking, welcome into the cave room and enjoy candlelight.

A seat of red silk holds hands in both hands, and a head covers the face of shame.

The guests were full of noisy people, and the bamboo window was pitiful to the two of them.

Dong Xiaoting looked at the sky outside through the window, and it was only a few quarters of an hour away, and then she tidied up Lan Zeyun's sleeves

"That's all, I'm afraid I won't see you again in this life, your kindness to me, Xiaoting will remember it in her heart and never forget it!"

Lan Zeyun was silent, what else could she say? At this point, even if she has a thousand hatreds in her heart, what can she do. She promised Shangguan Qing not to hate anyone, but she couldn't do it, from the moment Shangguan Qing died, she couldn't do it.

The bronze bell rang when the door was repaired, and the sound was longer and heavier than ever.

In front of Lin Yatai, there were a sea of people, all of whom came to watch Xing, but in three quarters of an hour, the crowd automatically retreated to both sides, making way for a passage, and a priest helped Lan Zeyun to Lin Yatai, the blue sky and white sun, a faint glow, golden silk and red thread, and red lips smiled. Thousands of galaxies, three thousand green silks, the breeze ushers, and the night rain returns.

Lan Zeyun stood on the stage, the cold wind gusted, blowing the red clothes and green silk to float, and in front of him was a dark light curtain, and everyone knew what was inside. She suddenly remembered a lot of things.

For example, that day, Xi Yuan stood in the afterglow of the Star Pavilion, gently shaking the feather fan, and smiled softly at her, the shining silhouette of him leaning on the big tree in front of the valley in the back mountain in the dusk, and the pot of spiritual flowers that he had been with him for three years in the moonlight, or the warm big hands in the Longhua Noisy Night Market, the indelible vows written on the lanterns, the moist wet kiss, or the huge fan that flashed with blazing fire before falling into a coma in the forest.

In the past, every time there was nothing to do, there would be more or less the breath of his existence around him. Who knew that all of this turned around, and finally returned to the original point like a hosta he gave himself. He didn't leave anything of himself in him, and neither did he. There never seemed to be a fiery madness between them.

At this time, there was silence in a courtyard deep in the porch, and everything around it seemed to be in ruin with the decay of the people in the house.

No one had ever seen such a Xi Yuan, weak, embarrassed, and silent, and beside him lay quietly a scroll of bright yellow holy decrees, as for what was written in it. I'm afraid no one will know anymore.

Xi Yuan remembered Lan Zeyun's lantern in the noisy night market, what was written on it, at this moment he really wanted to know, why didn't he continue to ask at that time, and at this moment he had clearly obtained the holy decree but couldn't be braver and stand in front of her. After all, he still made a choice, between the world and her.

Lan Zeyun clenched the Bodhi seed in his hand, as if holding the only thought in this world, the disaster that he had avoided in the Blue Country finally returned to him today.

As for Xi Yuan, he is so gentle, so gentle, like a sea of stars, he deserves the best in the world, but unfortunately not her.

Under the gaze of everyone, Lan Zeyun groped his way into the light curtain step by step, like a leaf that is always fluttering, and finally the leaves return to their roots.

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In the dark and silent forest, a thick black mist was shrouded, and although everything grew, it was not as vigorous as other places, as if it was withering. Lan Zeyun moved her fingers with difficulty, she felt that her head was chaotic, her consciousness was very confused, and there was a strong smell of rotten flesh around her, which came from her. Lan Zeyun tried to sober himself up a bit, blinking his eyes with struggle, and there was nothing else in his eyes except endless darkness. The tattoos on the back of his neck hurt badly for a moment, but now he doesn't seem to feel anything.

The unfamiliar environment made Lan Zeyun a little uncomfortable, and her breathing was not very sharp, but at this moment, she did clench her hand subconsciously, and it was not until she realized that the Bodhi seed was still there, and the whole person relaxed.

I don't know how long it took to lie down before Lan Zeyun's consciousness came back to his senses from the fugue, thinking that this should be the Dark Forest.

After about half an hour, Lan Zeyun calmed his mind, tried to stand up against the tree beside him, and then touched another tree, only the girl's trembling but extremely firm footsteps in the quiet forest, and suddenly a glimmer of light came in, and the girl stretched out her hand as if she had a feeling, feeling the warmth that she had not seen for a long time. Under the light, the girl in red, although her figure was embarrassed, was extremely sacrosanct. Is she still alive? Let's be alive.

Where she was going, she didn't know, but no matter where she went, the chance of getting out alive was zero.

I don't know how long I walked, Lan Zeyun suddenly heard a faint breathing, and there was some blood in the air, Lan Zeyun walked over cautiously, there seemed to be an injured spirit beast in front of him, listening to the movement of friction with the ground, the size should not be small.

Lan Zeyun hesitated for a while, then continued to grope and walked forward, as if he had been discovered, the spirit beast also held its breath, half paid, and seemed to realize that he was just a fragile mortal without spiritual power, so he didn't hide it, and howled and whimpered, wanting to scare Lan Zeyun and let her go.

Lan Zeyun stopped, as if he didn't feel the malice of this spirit beast, so he continued to step forward despite the threat.

After a while, he touched something under his feet, Lan Zeyun cautiously looked down, and then touched a furry lump, and then touched it around, as if it was a beast leg similar to the thickness of a human leg.

Lan Zeyun didn't stop, and continued to touch up a little, the spirit beast seemed to suddenly become vigilant, and began to make a fierce voice, Lan Zeyun stopped, and smoothed the hair for it in place, indicating his friendliness, until it stopped roaring, and then continued to touch up, sure enough, it touched a wet lump, the fur was somewhat damaged, and the spirit beast's leg muscles twitched twice, it should be a wound.

"Don't be afraid, I have medicine here."

Lan Zeyun said, and took out many bottles and cans from the lock bag on her waist, which Qing prepared for her when she went to the Prajna Forest, it was really strange, her mind was full of Qing now, thinking about it, her eyes were a little dry and painful. Now that she has lost her spirit vortex, these powerful medicines will definitely not be usable.

When the spirit beast saw what Lan Zeyun took out, his eyes seemed to flash with a hint of excitement and longing, Lan Zeyun groped for a stone from the ground around him, poured the pill on the ground and crushed it into powder with the stone, and then put it all in his hand, and poured it all down on the wound.

Then he touched the spirit beast again, and found several similar wounds, feeling that he should have been injured by some kind of fierce beast in the dark forest.

It took Lan Zeyun half an hour to fill those wounds with medicinal powder, and then hung up the last porcelain bottle to arrive, only rolling out two small round pills.

The force was too strong just now, which caused the scabbed wound on his body to crack again, and it hurt so much that Lan Zeyun broke out in a cold sweat.

Lan Zeyun rested for a moment before stretching out the hand that was holding the pill and said to the air

"There's still some here, let's eat it, it's okay quickly."

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour...... A long time passed, until Lan Zeyun's arm was almost unable to support it, and there was a sound of wet breathing in the palm of her hand, and then a barbed tongue as big as her palm, and with a light addition, the pill disappeared in her hand.

Lan Zeyun smiled with some relief

"If you can escape this catastrophe, you will definitely live well in the future, and don't get caught."

After speaking, she got up and continued to stumble to the side, she really couldn't stay here, the bloody qi on the spirit beast's body had almost dissipated, but the wounds on her body were bleeding. If you stay here too long, you might attract other beasts.

I don't know how long it has been, Lan Zeyun has no purpose, stumbling in the forest, wherever she goes, if a person who practices magic can't get out, how can she, an ordinary person who has lost her spirit vortex and is full of wounds, just stay in this world for a while.

Just thinking about it, there was movement nearby, the originally small and faint wind suddenly rose, and there seemed to be something above the treetops, making a "poof" sound, like a bird shaking its wings, and not long after, a sharp and piercing long whistle broke through the sky, and Lan Zeyun felt that something flew towards him.

It was just a few breaths, and I only felt that my back was cold, and I was fanned to the ground, and there was a heart-rending tingling sensation all over my body, and the thorns on my neck seemed to be scratched, and it hurt badly at the moment.

Lan Zeyun lay on the ground and couldn't get up, so he could only take a big breath of air to relieve the pain.

Lan Zeyun thought in his heart, it should be dead, Qing, I didn't do any of the last few things you said, and I don't know if I can see you if I can turn into a lonely ghost, I... Really, really, I miss you so much...

The four seasons rotate, the cycle of cause and effect, heaven and earth are immortal, and all things have spirits. Everyone says that the destiny is inviolable, but there are always a few stupid people who want to act against the sky and break the routine.

The wandering travelers, facing the mountains and rivers, the long wind and white clouds, the bright moon and the stars, the power and reputation, the red dust and the Vientiane, singing and crying, floating in Vientiane, all living beings, thinking and thinking, and realizing are all Nanke's dreams, with ups and downs in the dream, three thousand troubles, and ten zhang unsatisfactory. If you wake up, it's just a little bit of a star, and a few places occasionally beat a little emotional.

What the world asks is not what I want, and if the world belongs, it does not belong to me. It is difficult to find a daughter without a fate, the mountains and seas can be flat, Sijun does not see you, the road is far away, I have thousands of words, no one listens by ear, whispering and the bright moon, the bright moon knows my heart, whispering and the bright moon, the bright moon, I know my heart.