Yueling Gorge does not exist in the world. After thousands of years of vicissitudes, the verdant green hills that originally stood on both sides of the pond continue to rise upward, like two huge eyelid fissures to seal the pond water into it, leaving only a narrow valley crack. Confined in the narrow moat, the moon condensation pool, although the amount of water and area have converged, but there is no major change, but the once vast sea-like pool water has become a deep valley and secluded pool, as if a quiet and deep eye quietly observes all things in heaven and earth.

The towering Luo Xiaosong stood proudly around the silent pool, and in the deep valley where the light was not bright, these silent giant trees guarded the pool like thick eyelashes. The cold valley breeze blows, and the rows of dense needles on the branches do not move, just like the strict armor soldiers who are dedicated to their duties.

When Feng Jiu and Donghua appeared at the edge of the pool, the surging Tuo Xianze set off an invisible wave of qi at the bottom of the calm valley. There was a sudden itch under her feet, Feng Jiu looked down and saw the purple Pu Ling grass gently stretching the slender leaf veins at her feet with the breeze, she smiled slightly, leaned over and stroked the tender purple leaves, and said to Donghua: "In the past, in the painting, my favorite was actually this Pu Ling grass. Donghua took her hand and pinched her palm, "The grass and trees here are yin and cold, and they are not tolerant of pure yang spiritual power, beware of the phoenix feather ring touching." ”

She stood up and looked at him with a smile, "You know, there was a time when I always looked at that painting of the Moon Condensation Pond left from ancient times, and every time I saw them, I thought of you. ”

Donghua's eyes were slightly condensed, and he said curiously: "Oh? What kind of painting is it? Feng Jiu raised her hand, and a scroll that was very old slowly appeared across her palm. Donghua unfolded the painting scroll, only glanced at it, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and said to Feng Jiu: "This is what I painted." ”

"What?" Feng Jiu dropped half of his jaw in surprise.

Donghua raised his hand and pushed back her half-lost chin, pinched it again, and said casually: "The painting is average, I didn't expect it to be in your hands." ”

Feng Jiu rubbed his chin that had just returned to his position, still a little incredulous, and his words were a little stammering, "But this is my old man...... What my father gave me, and ...... And the following payment is not you! ”

Donghua thought for a while, and then glanced at the picture, "I painted it casually at the beginning, and I didn't leave any money, and then your grandfather said that this painting was good, and at that time he was sticking to your grandmother, and wanted to give this painting to her, so I gave it to him, and probably he added it." He casually rolled up the painting and handed it to Feng Jiu, "The painting style is still a little immature, I'll paint you another day." ”

Feng Jiu: ......

"Oh, that's right," Donghua suddenly remembered something, and said to Feng Jiu: "Do you know the origin of the Moon Condensation Pond?" ”

"Origin?" Feng Jiu was puzzled, looking at him and trying to search for the memories in his mind, "The book says that the Moon Condensation Pond was originally like a wide lake reflecting the sky and covering the moon, and the surrounding forests were towering and Pu Ling grass was everywhere, and then the vicissitudes of the sea sank to the bottom of the valley and became a place of extreme yin......"

Donghua pulled her up and walked a few steps forward, stood in front of the pond, and said slowly: "The moon condensation pool was originally transformed by Jiaomu, this Jiao liked to eat the moon and yin before his death, and he did not leave his nature after turning into the pond water. It just so happens that its temperament is most suitable for Zhu Yanding's raising, so I will leave it here as well. ”

"Jiaomu?" Feng Jiu was stunned, "So the Moon Condensation Pond itself is a seal?" ”

"Not bad."

"Who sealed that?" Feng Jiu was very surprised. Such a large pool of water, the eyes of the Jiao must not be an ordinary dragon, and to be able to subdue such a big Jiao still has the ability to seal it for thousands of years and be silent here, this person is by no means idle...... When she saw Donghua turn her head and stare at her silently, Feng Jiu instantly understood, dusted off the dust that didn't exist on her clothes and nodded: "Well, it's a bit of a big deal to slaughter a Jiao." ”

A smile flashed in Donghua's eyes, reminding her, "It's a fierce Jiao." ”

"Mammoth?" Feng Jiu's eyes rolled when he heard this.

It is not uncommon in the history of the Protoss to slaughter Jiao, but it can be called Mengjiao, especially when these two words are still spoken from the mouth of the emperor, and those who are worthy of this title are counted on their fingers. She looked at the calm water in front of her, and lived the familiar names in her mind. When she was in school, she didn't learn very well in arithmetic and astrology classes, so she naturally couldn't figure out who was sealed here, but fortunately, ancient history was a subject she was good at, and with the elimination and deduction Dafa taught by her aunt, the rest of this conjecture was reasonable even if it was incredible, and she asked tentatively: "Is it the sky falling?" ”

Donghua nodded, "Not bad." He also approvingly: "The ancient history is really well cultivated." Do you know why I sealed his eyeballs here? ”

This Feng Jiu can't be deduced. If there is anyone in heaven and earth who does things that is most unreasonable and difficult for people to figure out, it must be the Emperor of Donghua. She could only try to guess, "Maybe you think his eyes are very good-looking, and they are a landscape of their own right here, which is convenient for you to paint?" ”

Donghua raised his eyebrows and glanced at the sparkling lake, as if he was a little disgusted and said to himself: "Is it good-looking?" Forgot. ”

Feng Jiu pursed his lips and muttered, "You brought me here all the way to come and see it and tell me about its origin?" ”

Donghua slowly raised his right hand, and Canghe Sword appeared in his palm at some point, "The sky falls and likes to eat the moon and the cloud, and the anger is deep, if it is cut like that, the anger is overflowing, it will be a trouble." ”

Feng Jiu suddenly said, "If it is collected and refined by someone with a heart, will it give birth to a second fall?" ”

"Not bad." Donghua replied. He raised his right hand, a silver light shot out from the tip of Canghe's sword, straight into the heart of the pool, Donghua urged the spell, and said to Feng Jiu: "I used Zhu Yanding to receive him back then, and after the shape was removed, the anger was condensed in Jiaomu and sealed here, so I left Zhu Yanding here, on the one hand, they were born with each other, on the other hand, although the sky fell and the nature of the yin did not change, Zhu Yanding's positive yang qi could just suppress the yin and turbid qi here, plus the Pu Ling grass moved from the Lingshan Mountain to cross its purification, this is ten thousand years of peace." ”

Donghua's left hand formed an incarnate, and he tapped it towards the sword body, and a bottomless vortex appeared on the calm water surface at this moment, spreading out to all sides.

"This is Zhu Yanding?" Feng Jiu's eyes lit up, and he wanted to fly forward to take a closer look, but he was pulled by Donghua.

"Do you see the cold aura attached to Ding's body?" Donghua stepped forward slowly, pointed to the faint aura around Ding's body, and frowned imperceptibly, "After so many years of immersion here, it's normal to be contaminated with some anger." He grabbed Feng Jiu's hand, jumped lightly, and came to Zhu Yanding. Just when Feng Jiu looked at the patterns around Juding's body with a stunning face, Donghua's eyebrows became tighter and tighter, but it only returned to his expressionless face in the past in an instant.

"What's wrong with you?" Feng Jiu turned her head and was about to express her words of praise to Donghua, but she inadvertently caught a glimpse of Donghua's fleeting expression, and an inexplicable worry slowly enveloped her heart.

Donghua looked at her with a smile, stretched out his index finger and rubbed her gathered eyebrows, "It's nothing, it's just a little trick." The sleeves of his robe flicked, and a faint purple light appeared on his body, and after a few flashes, he returned to his previous calm, but the aura that had just attached to Juding's body had disappeared invisibly.

"Let's go." Donghua turned around, and there was no expression on his face. Zhu Yanding turned into a ray of light and submerged into the sleeves of his wide robe, he pulled up Feng Jiu, and before leaving, he glanced at the sparkling Bitan and the silent Pu Lingcao under his feet, and without saying a word, he rode the auspicious clouds of the Nine Heavens towards the place where the three clans fought.

In the Yueling Canyon, a silent cold wind is blowing at the moment. The temperatureless sunlight spreads on the bottom of the valley, so that the flowers and trees that have not seen the light all year round are a little wilted and unable to lift their spirits, as if they are eager to find a shading place to hide from the cold sun.

The three clans stationed at both ends of the valley mouth died down at this moment, and each repaired the remnants of the tribe. Generally speaking, the losses of the two demon clans are greater, their formations consume their spirits, and the living clansmen watch them fill in one by one until they die of exhaustion, even if Nie Chuyin and Wu Hao are ruthless, they know that they can't continue to consume like this forever, so they should stop recuperating in moderation. The Celestial Clan had the upper hand slightly, but Prince Yehua's face was not half relaxed. With such a desperate way of playing, if you don't think of a countermeasure, the Celestial Clan will also suffer. He sat in the tent and groaned, and Su Moye on the side also thought silently. Yaoxi and Yaoyue looked at each other, knowing that it was not appropriate to speak at this moment, the two sisters silently withdrew from the tent and stood outside the tent with a long sigh of relief.

The soldiers shuttled back and forth in the barracks. The wounded were concentrated in the military doctor's tent to recuperate, the exhausted ones were quietly breathing in their own tents, and the rest were still unharmed, patrolling the camp in groups of three or five. After a short rest, several Celestial Clan generals walked towards the big tent of the Chinese army together, and everyone had a solemn expression on their faces, silent like stone carvings. Yaoxi glanced at them, pulled down Yaoyue's cuffs, and walked towards the edge of the camp.

On the high mast, the big banner with the name of Prince Yehua was hunting. Yaoxi looked at the camp of the demon clan on the other side of the canyon, remembering the scene on the battlefield just now, her heart tightened, and she couldn't help but be quietly stunned.

She doesn't remember meeting this person. Although God has seen countless people and things for a long time, such a handsome and graceful face, if you have seen it, you will remember it. She searched hard for her memories, but the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't detect any clues. This is somewhat unusual. Yaoxi rubbed the corners of her forehead. From the moment she met his eyes, her heart throbbed inexplicably, and the feeling was strange and somewhat familiar, like a familiar scene in her sleep, but when she woke up, it disappeared.

It's a blank in memory. Yaoxi definitely felt this way.

The more she tried to think about it, the more angular this blank became, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't lift the thick curtains.

As an immortal, amnesia is not a big deal, it is simply a bowl of medicine or a spell. However, this kind of thing is not done randomly, it is usually used to tamper with someone's memories or to choose to forget a painful past. And what about her? Yaoxi knew that she was by no means a glass-hearted fairy who was so cowardly that she couldn't even bear a memory, so that the matter of clearing her memories must have been done by others, and the starting point was for her good, so that she could live a peaceful and peaceful life in the future gods. Because that's how she's come over all these years. And the person who can do this and let her not notice it, Yaoxi thought about it, I am afraid that only her second brother who cares about her with immortal law Zhuoran again. As for why the second brother wanted to clear her memory, and what was the connection between the people she saw today and this memory, she felt that it was necessary to find an opportunity to ask the second brother clearly.

She stood there silently in a daze, and Yaoyue on the side saw her strange appearance, gently pushed her arm, and said with concern: "What's wrong with you?" From the formation, I feel that your expression seems to be in a trance, is there something uncomfortable? She raised her hand and touched the corner of Yaoxi's forehead that she had just stroked, "If you feel uncomfortable, tell the second brother to go back first, don't do anything here." ”

Yaoxi gently pushed away Yaoyue's hand and said with a smile: "I'm fine, I just remembered some things, and I was a little absorbed in my thoughts." ”

Yaoyue looked at her face seriously, and said seriously, "It's okay if it's really fine," she looked up at the sky, "It's windy here, go back to the tent and rest, we can't help us now." ”

Yaoxi nodded and walked towards their tent. Yaoyue looked thoughtfully at the camp at the other end of the canyon, then looked at Yaoxi's back, sighed secretly, and went with her silently.