The Dark Clan's sea port

People often say that I am lucky to get it, but I lose my life.

However, Si Chen never believed in the destiny of heaven, he has always been the desire of his heart, and he has always been in the past, even if he is born like a reverse journey, he will sail with a reed.

At this moment, Si Chen was sitting alone in front of the window, looking up at the bright moon on the sea.

Tonight, he had another strange dream. When he woke up from his dream, he couldn't sleep for a long time.

Leaning against the window railing, Si Chen quietly looked at the moon, the moonlight tonight was so beautiful.

In the harbor at night, only the sound of the waves is endless.

Si Chen looked at the turbulent sea from afar, and under the dark night sky was the dark blue water, which was endless and deep, making people panic. This is probably because people always find the depth of the sea in times of sorrow.

At night, only the sea breeze blows the moonlight on the sea, making it ripple among the white waves. The night is as cool as water, the night sky is deep, the phosphorescence on the sea surface is lonely and gorgeous, the waves that come from the sea, mixed with the cry of the sea, and the smell of the sea wafting in the air, is a dull atmosphere.

Si Chen couldn't help but sigh, and the long sigh slowly drifted through the air. Such a night, such a coolness, such a sigh, soaks people's hearts, making people melancholy and dissatisfied.

Si Chen couldn't help but think back to his dream, in the dream:

He was again in the world of snow and ice, where the lakes still shone like crystal, the criss-crossing ice valleys still twisted and turned, and the towering and steep ice walls were still magical.

The stones on top of the glacier are of different shapes, and it is like entering a maze of ice towers. The seemingly lonely ice lake is actually full of life, and the tenacious, throbbing vitality deeply shocked Si Chen.

Si Chen found that the scene in the dream was very similar to the last scene in the last dream.

He remembered that the snow dust was rolling at that time, and after it fell down, a grain of snow dust fell into the ice lake, but in an instant, many Xiaoice crystals appeared on the surface of the lake, and in the blink of an eye, there was ice for thousands of miles, and the splashed snow and dust no longer rolled in, like an inverted sword, deeply embedded in the snow peaks, the heaven and the earth seemed to be still, and there was no rumbling sound of ice water impulsing ice stones, and this world was silent.

And the scene in front of me overlapped little by little with the last scene of the previous dream.

Under the strong sunlight, the huge ice tongue in the glacial lake, which resembles a sharp sword, emits a faint blue light, and the ethereal cold air continues to evaporate upward from the surface of the lake, and gusts of cold wind come from the lake.

In his dream, Sichen soon found the peerless independent black lotus on the ice lake.

The black lotus spun around the ice a few times, its slender branches trembling slightly in the cold wind, and the petals of the black lotus trembled slightly.

At that moment, Si Chen felt that the black lotus seemed to have human wisdom, because, rather than the black lotus being blown by the cold wind, it was better to say that the black lotus stretched out freely in the cold wind!

"You're here again!"

The ethereal voice sounded again, and the source of the sound was exactly where Black Lotus was.

Si Chen was no longer as helpless as last time, he moved very calmly to the ice where the black lotus was, and observed the black lotus curiously, "How can you speak?"

Hei Lian didn't pay attention to Si Chen, as if Si Chen had asked the stupidest question in the world.

And with Si Chen's years of research and insight into herbal medicine, he is really unheard of for this rare and strange grass that can be spoken.

He tentatively stretched out his hand, only to find that the black lotus was just swaying leisurely in the cold wind, and it didn't seem to be afraid of his touch. So, he had the courage to touch the black lotus that was close at hand.

However, just as Si Chen's hand was about to touch the black lotus, the ice surface on the ice lake suddenly cracked.

Si Chen was horrified to find that his body was falling down uncontrollably, he looked at the scene of Bing Ling being frozen immediately at the moment he touched the ice lake water, he watched in horror as his left foot touched the ice lake water, a feeling of freezing through his heart and numbness in his limbs swept towards him.

Layers of crushed ice quickly wrapped Si Chen's calf, and the frozen left foot was already unconscious, without any feeling of blood flow. At the same time, his dangling right leg gradually lost consciousness in this extremely cold place.

At that moment, Si Chen looked at this snow-white world, looked at the swaying black lotus, and was shocked, but he was only dumbfounded, and his eyebrows and eyes were stained with frost.

When he was delirious, it was as if he heard the ethereal voice saying, "We will be enemies......"

This is where the dream ends.

Even if he had woken up from a dream, Si Chen could still feel the unforgettable coldness in his heart, although his body was not damaged in any way, but Si Chen, who was leaning against the window, was trembling all over.

The light of the moon in the distance rippled under the surging tide of the sea. The moonlight flies like frost, and the white sand on the beach blends with the moonlight, and it is impossible to see clearly.

The sea and the sky are free of fiber dust, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

A feeling of powerlessness followed the rhythm of the tide in Si Chen's heart.

Someone is destined to have no sleep tonight.

The Dark Clan's Painted Yarn Pavilion

When the sun rises, it already indicates that the day agreed between Si Chen and 㿟 Qi has reached the third day.

Si Chen, who had been sleepless all night, wandered aimlessly, and unknowingly walked to the Painted Yarn Pavilion.

The light veil here was as light as ever, and Si Chen couldn't help but murmur softly: "Strange! How did you come to this place again?"

Si Chen was too lazy to delve into the reason for coming here, and walked in the pavilion looking around, admiring the heavy eaves and paintings of this pavilion and the bright windows of Zhu Zhu, and had to admit that this pavilion was even more exquisite and chic under the cover of light yarn.

In this pavilion, overlooking the railing, the scenery of Youzhou, take in the bottom of the eye, and it is not interesting.

The black gas of the mound forest on the east side is steaming, and there is a mighty water flowing in the south. The port to the west is monotonous, but majestic. The unknown mountains in the north stand majestically, stacked on top of each other, galloping and flying, competing for strange shows, so magnificent!

Si Chen looked down at the light yarn floating in the courtyard, and among the colors, the blue indigo was fragrant, which was magnificent.

Suddenly, a piece of purple light yarn, under the blowing of the breeze, flew away from the cable in the courtyard and swayed upward, like flying smoke, like a brocade cloud.

Si Chen looked at the fluttering purple light yarn in a daze, and followed the naughty light yarn.

The purple light veil floated freely in the sunlight, and the young man smiled gently, his deeply locked brow stretched inadvertently.

Perhaps patience is not cowardice, and open-mindedness itself is happiness!

Si Chen exhaled lightly, and under the bath of the morning sun, the whole person looked very relaxed. The purple light veil rolled in the air a few times, and when Si Chen's eyebrows opened and smiled, it suddenly stretched, and when the entire courtyard was shrouded in it, the wind began to blow in the courtyard.

Under the sunny day, the colorful silk silk flies wantonly, everywhere is the shaking sound of the silk whirring in the wind, the furnishings in the courtyard are crooked, the colorful waves are sweeping the sky, and the black clouds cover the ground in an instant, and there is no light in the day.

Si Chen tried his best to stabilize his figure, and was shocked.

In an instant, the wind faded away, and the black clouds receded, leaving a mess alone.

The purple light yarn that suddenly stretched turned into an ordinary piece of gauze, floating in the air.

Si Chen suddenly felt like a dream, if it weren't for the mess here, he would never have believed that everything just now had really happened in front of his eyes.

The light yarn floating in the air is turning leisurely.

Under Si Chen's incredible gaze, the light yarn suddenly flew towards him.

It's just that before the young man could make a move to block the gauze of the evil sect, the purple light veil was safely rolled around his neck.

Si Chen stood stiffly, a little at a loss, he didn't know what to do with this weird gauze.

Sure enough, if you look at things from different angles, you will feel differently. A moment ago, Si Chen felt that this purple light yarn was very soft and gorgeous. And at this moment, Si Chen only felt terrified by this light veil wrapped around his neck.

Maybe there have been too many evil things in the sect recently, and Si Chen quickly calmed down.

He tried to stretch out two fingers and carefully pull the light yarn on his neck, but he didn't want the light yarn to shrink suddenly, making Si Chen dumbfounded. When he was having trouble breathing, Si Chen let go of his fingers very familiarly.

When the fresh air returned to Si Chen's lungs, he felt that he was alive again.

Just when Si Chen was wondering, he felt a large number of ghosts rushing towards the Painted Yarn Pavilion, maybe the abnormal movement just now caused their alarm, Si Chen knew that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time, so he immediately turned over and jumped off the railing.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the young man's martial spirit rose and quickly retreated from the back door of the Painted Yarn Pavilion.

In a few breaths, Si Chen had already retreated from the Painted Yarn Pavilion.

Si Chen, who was in a panic, stopped in a valley, where the green mountains stood and the stream tinkled, which was very different from the common scenery in Youzhou.

The scenery here is pleasant, the mountains are connected with ups and downs, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the air is fresh, which makes people feel like they are in the middle of a lake and mountain painting.

The corridor on the mountain is tortuous, looming, but there is a bit of "white hair without intentional tweezers, green mountains to go to the meaning of more" to return to the artistic conception of retreat.

Si Chen stood by the stream, leaning over to look at his reflection in the stream, the purple light gauze was obediently rolled around his neck, but the blue clothes with the purple gauze looked really weird and ugly.

Si Chen frowned and looked at the reflection in the water, not daring to act rashly. Dreaming of the talking Black Lotus, he wanted this light veil to be able to communicate with him, he shouldn't feel creepy!

If others see the shadow of the young man in the lake, they will definitely feel that the young man's coughing action is very pretentious and pretentious.

"Hey!"

Si Chen greeted the figure in the stream, but his stupid appearance only frightened the slender water strider on the water to flee in all directions, and did not get the response he imagined.

Si Chen sighed helplessly, squatted by the stream boringly, pulled a weed and held it to his mouth, picked up a sleek stone at his feet at random, and threw it into the distance, the stone jumped three times on the water surface and sank into the water.