Bai Yuxi used all her strength, stood up from the ground with all her strength, and staggered to Lan Zeyun's side, only to see the dozen or so disciples lying beside her, all of whom had fallen into a coma, but there was still a trace of breath. Scattered around them was a tiny, barely glowing protective shield.

Bai Yuxi immediately understood, turned her head to look at Lan Zeyun, and saw that her facial features had sunken, skinny, chapped and pale lips, her skin was faintly blue and purple, her eyes were also black and purple, and she was lying lazily against the tree, and she didn't even have the strength to move.

Now he looks like a dying man. Bai Yuxi's newly revived heart gradually fell to the bottom again. At this moment, his lips trembled violently, but he couldn't say a word.

Lan Zeyun looked at Bai Yuxi's appearance, and immediately said loudly: "Don't cry yet, do you bring signal beads?" ”

When Bai Yuxi heard this, he nodded dumbly, and then took out a signal bead from his arms in a panic.

An emerald green fluorescence lit up above the sky and broke through the sky, and Xi Yuan and Li Mu were walking along a ravine when they suddenly saw a signal bead bursting out of the sky.

In a quarter of an hour, when Xi Yuan hurried here, Lan Zeyun and Bai Yuxi had completely fainted.

Xi Yuan dragged his heavy steps to Lan Zeyun's side, looking at the thin face fixedly, she was always like this, no matter how difficult the situation was, she had never been afraid, and now even if she fell asleep, her face was full of calmness.

Some people only know each other once in this life, and if they miss it, it is like a spring flowing down, one to the east and the other to the west, which seems to have similar sources, and it is impossible to flow together again in this life.

The flowers fall in front of the court, the dead wood is in the wind, if it is a big dream in the clouds, the peak turns around, and it does not wait to look back. Pick up the pen and scribble two or three words, and write a few times of spring flowers and autumn fruits. Twilight, the long wind and bright moon, looking for the turntable. The lover went east to Nanshan Road, and the old man sighed, and his sleeves fluttered and the shadow was pitiful.

Lan Zeyun opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the light silk brocade weft curtain of purple smoke yarn, and there was a faint fragrance of lotus in the air accompanied by a clear purple gold sandalwood. Looking through the weft curtain, a small and delicate white porcelain vase was placed on the windowsill, and a few pale pink lotus flowers were inserted diagonally in the vase. This season, unless it takes manpower to cultivate and plant, there will not be such a dazzling out-of-season bouquet.

Lan Zeyun's head was a little swollen and painful, her whole body was like blood flowing backwards, she was sore and numb, and the extremely uncomfortable feeling on her body forced her to turn over to relieve it.

As soon as he turned over one arm, Lan Zeyun stopped, and then groped with his palm, and took a brand-new copy of "Returning to Life Zen Sutra" from the edge of the bed.

Lan Zeyun was stunned, there seemed to be a certain amount of temperature left by its owner on this book cover. Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open, and a beam of sunlight poured in, shining on the table, and on the bluestone floor, casting patches of folded and reciprocating shadows, just looking at it, you could feel the warmth in it.

Then what caught Lan Zeyun's eyes was a slender and upright figure. Looking at each other, something seemed to circulate back and forth, and the air stopped for a moment. Du Luo was holding a solid wooden tray in his hand, and two green jade bowls were symmetrically placed on the plate, which were steaming non-stop.

"Awake?"

Du Luo took the first step to break the embarrassment that was faintly diffusing in the air, gently placed the tray in his hand on the table, and then walked towards Lan Zeyun.

Lan Zeyun was still stunned

God, I only feel that my forehead is cool and cool.

"It seems that the fever has subsided, and it should be considered a great deal."

Du Luo's hand had been withdrawn, but Lan Zeyun still felt that his forehead was cold and cold, like a white snowflake.

"I... How is it here? It stands to reason that I should be..."

"In the land of Ghost Valley?"

Du Luo continued to speak Lan Zeyun's words, and then stretched out a slender and white hand, palm up, and placed it in front of Lan Zeyun.

Lan Zeyun only felt that his ears were roaring, his heart was pounding, and even his hands trembled slightly.

Du Luo's movements were so natural and coherent, and his eyes were even more frank and open, and he didn't notice the slightest inappropriateness.

Lan Zeyun looked at Du Luo's eyes, and the pair of Ruifeng eyes, which were as clear as lake water at any time, seemed to have some magic power, summoning Lan Zeyun to sink down.

The light and shadow are intertwined back and forth, the tenderness lingers like water, and the birds and birds in the distance cry softly. Lan Zeyun bit his lip and stretched out his small left hand, slowly covering Du Luo's big hand. With his hands together, Lan Zeyun only felt that his heart was about to explode, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

The husband led Lan Zeyun to sit at the table, and took out a bowl of light white fungus lotus seed soup from the tray and put it in front of Lan Zeyun.

Maybe she hadn't eaten for a long time, but now that she saw the food, Lan Zeyun only felt that her whole body was sweating, and her tongue kept secreting saliva, and the deep desire for food in her heart commanded her to pick up the spoon.

About a quarter of an hour, a bowl of white fungus soup was in her stomach, Lan Zeyun felt that she had regained some strength, so she sat aside, smiled and watched Lan Zeyun's actions, and when she finished drinking the soup, she brought another bowl of thick medicine in the tray.

Lan Zeyun obediently took the medicine and took a sip, and a pungent bitterness immediately came to his nose. The mouth is full of the bitter smell of herbs.

After drinking all the bowls of medicine, Lan Zeyun asked, "Sir, did you just say the land of Ghost Valley?" What kind of place is that? ”

Du Luo took out a brocade handkerchief from his bosom and put it in front of Lan Zeyun's table, and said: "This land of ghost valley is the sinkhole where the gods and demons fell in ancient times, and tens of thousands of ancient lonely souls have gathered in it. They wandered in this world for tens of thousands of years, and finally turned into a grass, a tree, a stone and a mountain, looking exactly like ordinary flowers and trees. ”

Lan Zeyun nodded, knowing in his heart that the land of the ghost valley that Duluo said should be the weird valley in the central area of the Prajna Forest! Speaking of there, Lan Zeyun still has a trace of fear, that place is like hell, making people lose hope. Thinking like this, Lan Zeyun suddenly remembered the person who was stranded there with him

"They??"

"No one died, but a few were absorbed by the lone soul and dispersed the spirit vortex."

When Lan Zeyun heard this, he was relieved, at least they were all alive, which was good.

"The sinkhole where the gods and demons fell in ancient times, I think these lonely souls should not be ordinary people, they can actually dissolve the spiritual vortex and absorb the essence."

Du Luo nodded and continued: "Tens of thousands of years ago, the gods and demons ward, tens of thousands of gods and demons fell, for a time the blood flowed into a river, and the bones piled up into a mountain, this kind of forest is the largest battlefield of gods and demons in ancient times, after the war subsided, the gods and demons were separated, and the bones of the dead warriors were concentrated in the center of the forest, which is the last place you went. ”

"Tens of thousands of years of weathering, the bones have long since turned into dust, leaving only those stained with too much blood,

The lonely souls who could not transcend were trapped here, wandering around, and finally mixed with the aura of heaven and earth, transforming into mountains and rivers. It's just that these things with resentment and anger are naturally not ordinary things, they can devour spiritual energy, including flesh and blood, to make themselves thrive. In short, it is an extremely dangerous place. ”

The more Lan Zeyun listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he asked: "Since it is so dangerous, then why do you scatter miracles in the land of Guigu, it is obviously a place where there is no return, how can you let the disciples of the gods and demons lose their lives in vain." ”

When Du Luo heard this, his expression became rare and serious: "I have already asked them about this matter, and I heard the disciple who entered the Prajna Forest to spread miracles before said that he did spread five hundred miracles in the four boundaries of the southeast, north, and west of the Prajna Forest, and he had never been to this central area at all. ”

Lan Zeyun's heart froze, and he immediately understood the meaning of Du Luo's words, and thought for a while before he said, "That disciple... Didn't lie? ”

Du Luo shook his head: "No, looking at his appearance, it is indeed unclear, this kind of thing, once it happens, he is the first object of suspicion, so many people are staring at it, no matter how powerful he is, he will definitely show clues." ”

"Excuse me? Are there people from the Demon Clan in the Protoss? ”

Lan Zeyun looked at Du Luo and said his thoughts without concealing it at all.

Du Luo raised his eyebrows, didn't answer for a long time, and Lan Zeyun, who was looking straight at him, was furious in his heart, so he smiled: "You don't have to worry about this matter, since it's a matter of the Protoss, let them handle it themselves, after being peaceful for so long, they should also move." ”

Du Luo said, and glanced at Lan Zeyun again: "As for you, it's better to heal your injuries as soon as possible, huh?" The little hero of the demon race? ”

The corners of Lan Zeyun's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to say, but listening to the meaning of his words, presumably this year's God and Demon Trial Conference, it should be the Demon Clan's victory! The first honor in a thousand years, they finally did it! Thinking of this, Lan Zeyun's eyes brightened up a lot, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and with a vague smile, he yawned and walked towards the bed not far away.

After sitting on the bed, Lan Zeyun noticed that Du Luo was sitting at the table leisurely drinking tea, without the slightest intention of leaving.

Seeing this, Lan Zeyun deliberately coughed and said, "Sir, the disciple is sleepy, I don't know if you have anything else to order?" ”

Du Luo took a sip of tea, then turned his head and said lightly: "This is my bed." ”

“……………………”

These words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, and Lan Zeyun's whole face turned red. Immediately bounced out of bed and stood aside obediently.

The corners of Du Luo's mouth curled, and he pretended to be serious: "Since there is no problem anymore, let's go back to our own place quickly." ”

Lan Zeyun didn't dare to look at Du Luo the whole time, nodded obediently, and then jumped out of the door without looking back.........

Lan Zeyun quickly pulled out the courtyard where Duluo was, where he lived, it was very quiet, and he couldn't see a figure along the way.

I don't know how long I walked, until the courtyard behind him completely disappeared, Lan Zeyun stopped, and let out a long breath, it was really embarrassing to throw home......

In the past three minutes, the weather is hot, even if it is autumn, it can't block the hot sun, Lan Zeyun looked at the blue sky, and suddenly felt in a good mood.

When the storm rises, I will return with glory!