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The Misty Forest leaves the Phoenix Pavilion.

It is said that it is a palace, but it is surrounded by green trees around it, even in the hall, and it is said that it is a forest, but among the lush greenery, there is a small red spire building. It seems to be a castle surrounded by green trees, and on the edge of the layers of verdant green, a blue and black plaque is supported by two towering ancient trees, and the book "Lifeng Pavilion" is written.

In the woods, a rare trickle of spring water flows, and the sound of tinkling dong seems to have spread far away, which is refreshing.

The cicada noise forest is quiet, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded.

What a paradise, a fairyland on earth!

In the Feng Pavilion, the graceful woman lying on the bed suddenly sat up from the bed, raised her hand to put on the light veil around her, put on delicate shoes on her slender little feet, and wanted to leave lightly.

The Suzaku statue on the table suddenly turned into a human form, it was a dexterous girl in blue clothes, and the woman in white wearing a light veil saw her startled, a little embarrassed, and sighed with a sigh.

"I'm still bothering you, finch, it's only the third watch......"

"Miss also knows that it's the third watch!" The girl in blue clothes who was called a finch said angrily, "Miss Sanchang gets up, if the finch doesn't come out, who will make up for the young lady?" ”

"It's hard for you, Sparrow." The woman in white seemed to be a little embarrassed, smiled bitterly, and whispered with a little guilt, "After so many years, I really hurt you." ”

"Bitter what? It's only once a year, isn't it," the finch jumped up and down the window, stuck its head out of the window, took a big gulp of the night sky, and playfully pointed to the bright moon hanging in the sky, "It's been a full moon for years!" ”

"Sparrow...... This day is fifteen...... Cough...... cough ......" The woman in white pressed her chest and coughed lightly, and the finch hurriedly supported her, "Finch refers to ah, in the past few hundred years, every day has been sunny!" Look at the moon. Big and round! Miss's health is not good, pay attention to recuperation! ”

Her heart suddenly ached, and she slowly walked to the window, looking at the bright moon, and was taken away for a while.

Yes, it's been 700 years, and it's just a full moon every year...... Seven hundred years ago, the bright moon was as red as blood...... It was so red that it seemed to be dripping until. Until all her people are dead, until everything is annihilated, that mad curse. The deadly catastrophe was over, and the bright moon was bright again......

It's an annual festival night!

The cold wind outside the window blew, and the woman turned her head again. He coughed lightly.

Finch helped her press the corner of the windblown yarn, and jumped up and down the window again, muttering, "Miss is not in good health, she can't blow the wind!" ”

The mirror lake is slightly low and the clouds are drooping, and the eyebrows are secretly drawn in front of the beautiful woman's tent. Who's asking if you don't return.

The woman in white sat in front of the bronze mirror, letting Suzaku pull her hair up in a bun, and she quietly looked at the delicate face reflected in the bronze mirror. As if a little frightened, she raised her hand and touched the corner of her eyebrows, "Finch, for so many years, I ......" as if she had made a lot of determination, she muttered that sentence. "Am I ...... Old? ”

Hearing this, the finch burst out laughing. Shook his head without replying.

The woman turned around suddenly, but the finch didn't have time to let go, so she pulled her hair, and as if she didn't feel pain, she looked back at Suzaku and muttered, "Am I old?" If I'm old, the dragon is back......"

As if remembering something, the woman's hand hung down weakly, and she smiled bitterly...... What a name! The name that has disappeared for three hundred years, maybe, except in the memory of Ryuki, really won't appear again.

Suzaku's heart also hurt, it turns out that the young lady has really not forgotten the master! She sniffed in, pushing the tears back into her eyes.

"Miss, you are still as beautiful as a daffodil three hundred years ago!" She quipped, secretly plucking one of Ryuzuki's white hairs.

Lovesick to the bone, how can you not be gloomy and old!

"I've lived for more than a thousand years," Lu Yue smiled bitterly, lowering her head and fiddling with the corners of her clothes, "According to my age, I'm actually an old woman......

"Phew! Miss, don't say that, according to the lifespan of the Phoenix Clan, you are still just a little girl! Suzaku looked at her and quipped. Such a joke is undoubtedly very useful, and Lu Yue immediately giggled, and the master and servant were in the room, making a mess.

"Miss, it's been seven hundred years, and on this day every year, do you still want to come out for this festival? It's been so many years......"

Such a question made the atmosphere suddenly serious, and it also revealed the mystery that Suzaku had been in his heart for hundreds of years.

Lu Yue was stunned for a moment, then nodded firmly, "That's already an ancient tradition, the tradition of the White Phoenix Clan!" ”

"But......" Suzaku spat out these two words, and suddenly stopped talking. Those hidden pains buried in the depths of Lu Yue's heart, it's better not to mention them.

But the White Phoenix clan has been extinct for seven hundred years! Miss, you are already the last phoenix in the world! The Baifeng clan no longer has any clansmen, what is the point of continuing such a festival and such a tradition!

"But there is still me, even if there is only one person in the Baifeng clan, it will continue that 10,000-year-old tradition......" Ryuyue smiled lightly at the woman beside her, like a warm spring breeze that made people feel calm.

Every year today, that kind of festival lasts for 700 years, in the ancestral hall of the Lifeng Pavilion, next to the spiritual seat that has existed for 10,000 years, Liuyue will pray for a long time, and then sprinkle her blood in front of the spiritual seat. Such a festival was formed 700 years ago when the White Phoenix clan existed, and everyone in the White Phoenix clan would pray and shed blood in front of this spiritual monument on this day of the year.

When she was a child, she had heard her mother say that the ancestors of the Baifeng clan had done a despicable thing for the sake of the clan and for their own ambitions, and he regretted it in his old age, so he left behind such a tradition, and paid the price of blood for generations to atone for his sins, in order to wash away the sins he had committed.

As for the despicable thing that was called a sin, no one had mentioned it for 10,000 years, and gradually, by the time it came to the generation of Liuyue, it had long been forgotten, and what was left behind was only the tradition that had been passed down for 10,000 years.

A bird flew in through the window, hovering, and Suzaku held out her hand, and the bird landed on her fingertips.

Ryuki turned her head slightly and asked softly what was going on with Suzaku beside her.

"Miss," Suzaku's face became solemn, repeating the command from the flying warbler, "The Phantom King has an order, urgently summon the medicine fairy!" ”

Lu Yue's face suddenly turned pale, and she was urgently called! It's been 300 years, how could Master have made such an urgent call! Liuyue has lived in seclusion in the misty forest for a hundred years, calling the medicine immortal, practicing medicine to help the world, and not using his life, but now, is there something major happening in the Blue Pavilion?

"Suzaku, let's go!" A simple but resolute order came out of Lu Yue's mouth, such a solemn situation had not been seen for hundreds of years, Suzaku did not dare to slack off at all, and immediately got up to pack up the medicinal materials for daily medical practice.

Haolian City, Gu'er Mountain, misty forest.

Jiang An touched the pure white petals, and with a force, he plucked the weak flower. The horse chestloover in his hand exuded a refreshing fragrance, burrowing into his brain, seeping into his bone marrow, until it invaded every cell of him.

It was as if the flower had the effect of evoking memories, exposing the darkest corners of his life to his eyes, and bloody and cruel images flashed in his mind, the bright sharp knife, the abuse mixed with the sound of crying, and the whole village was in flames...... In those suddenly flashed images, there was a faint image of a man in white in the sea of fire, he smiled gloomily, smiled, and his eyes showed a flash of blue.

Those blue eyes! As if it stabbed the softest corner of his heart, Jiang An suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his chest, and he bent down in pain.

What's going on? He rubbed his temples vigorously, trying to make an effort to sober himself up.

In an instant, he heard the sound of heavy breathing coming from behind him, and the powerful aura overwhelmingly pressed him, suppressing him so strongly that he couldn't turn back.

He struggled, trying to move his neck and see who his opponent really was.

Is it a spirit animal? Is it a powerful spirit animal? With such a powerful force, he couldn't help but be ready to run away! But his feet seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't exert any strength!

In this stalemate, Jiang An's cold sweat rolled down his forehead, his mind was confused, and he had forgotten to think about how to deal with it.

The breath behind him suddenly changed, and everything around him seemed to move, the flow of air, the color of the sky, the twinkling stars......

A wave of fear hung over me, the fear of imminent death. He knew that the enemy behind him had already attacked, and he knew that he was sitting back and waiting to be killed at this moment!

Move, this body, move! His heart cried out and fought strongly. The Wind Chasing Sword in his hand shook abnormally as if it had been induced.

Suddenly, the Wind Chasing Sword moved uncontrollably, drawing a circle in front of Jiang An's eyes. It was as if his body had suddenly been released from his confinement and leaped out of the way, dodging the deadly attack.

He wiped the cold sweat from his head, oh my God, it's dangerous! If he hadn't saved him when he had just gotten a shot, he would have died!

He turned around and looked at the enemy in front of him, it was a spirit beast, with a snow-white body, twice the size of wind teeth! The blue eyes were like a little phosphorus fire in the dark night cemetery, emitting a green glow, which was terrifying.

The terrifying aura emanating from the spirit beast's body seemed to be inspired by extreme rage, and the blow just now was a deadly threat. The powerful energy exuded from its whole body strongly suppressed Jiang An's resistance.

With such a disparity in power, what are you waiting for! Escape! He didn't have to think about fighting or anything, a word flashed in his mind, escape! As long as you can escape, as long as you can live!

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