This place is like a large pit that is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and Lan Jing'an can see the clear water descending from the sky and the cliff at the bottom, and collecting into a small spring not far away.

Even in the middle of winter, there's a strange warmth to the rocky walls, where vines, moss and flowers grow, and thousands of small birds nest and breed.

In the center of the bottom of the pit is a large tree that is difficult for several people to hug. There is a white jade bed under the tree, and the four corners of the stone bed are phoenix stone statues with wings ready to fly. The sun shines through the top of the pit and hits the canopy of the tree, while the stone bed under the tree is in the shade.

She didn't know the species of the big tree, and it was full of pink flowers. There was no wind in the cave, but flowers began to fall and fall on the stone bed.

Lan Jing'an walked around the bottom of the pit and found that in addition to the hole where she entered, there were several narrow holes that did not know where to go. She felt a sense of peace in her heart, and she knew that this was where she had been directed to find. The special feeling in her heart came back to her, as if urging her to lie down on the stone bed as soon as possible.

Lan Jing'an obeyed the call of his heart and gently lay on the stone bed full of fallen flowers. A wave of sleepiness came over her, and she couldn't help but fall asleep.

It was as if she had passed through a fog, and a woman in the Grand Priest's dress was waving to her. She recognized it as her mother and ran over a few steps.

Lan Shuyao smiled and touched her hair, and said to her gently, "Chang'an, you have grown up." Lan Jing'an felt that her mother touched the softness of her heart, and she obediently followed her mother to look up at the tree.

Suddenly, two masked people appeared, as if a man and a woman, stepping on auspicious clouds from the sky at the top of the pit. All the birds around them flew up from the rock wall and converged at the feet of the two of them.

The man and woman sang in a deep but melodious voice:

Open the gate of heaven widely, and take advantage of the clouds.

Let the wind be the forerunner, and make the freezing rain dusty.

Jun Hui Xiangxi below, over the empty mulberry from the female.

The total number of people in Kyushu, He Shou is dying.

Fly high and soar, and take the clear air to resist yin and yang.

I am at the same speed as Junxi, and I guide the emperor's nine pits.

The spirit clothes were quilted, and the jade was separated.

One yin and one yang, everyone doesn't know what to do.

If you break the sparse and sparse Yaohua, you will leave your home.

The old man is extreme, and the closer he is, the more sparse he is.

Ride the dragon and gallop into the sky.

The knots and laurel branches are extended, and the more Qiang thinks about it.

Sad, I hope that there will be no loss today.

Solid people's lives are deserved, which can be done?

Lan Jing listened quietly to the duet between the two, and suddenly had a sense of clarity on the spiritual platform. It turned out that the person saved by her ancestors should be the main god of the lord's life and death, and her ancestor obtained some kind of magical divine power because of saving him, and became a priestess.

But her ancestors were unable to keep the Lord God with whom she once loved, so since then, she has passed on her divine power to future generations to protect the land where they once lived.

The two masked men, after singing the sacred song, left on the auspicious clouds again. At this time, Lan Jing'an suddenly discovered that her mother was gone.

Lan Jing'an hurriedly got up to look for it, but found that Lan Shu'an was holding a little girl's hand and also went up to the clouds, she waved goodbye to Lan Jing'an, and said to her: "Chang'an, since then you are the thirty-fifth generation of the Si Ming family, you will do better than your mother, remember to bless the people of the Quartet and love the people of Kyushu." ”

Lan Jing'an watched Lan Shuyao go away with tears in her eyes. I don't know why, she knows that the child Lan Shuyao is holding is her own flesh and blood who died young. Lan Jing'an fell into a complicated feeling, although she was sad about the departure of her mother and her daughter, she seemed to be happy for them.

Suddenly, the style of painting changed, and she seemed to be in a palace again, and her mother was pushing aside the strange hexagram plate that Feng Yan had given her, sighing, and her lips moved a few times.

Although her mother's voice was so light that it seemed to be nothing, Lan Jing'an still heard it. She's saying, "To be born is to die, and to die is to be brought back to life." A few ups and downs, and finally a success. ”

Then the picture changed again, and it became Li tearfully holding a swaddling baby saying goodbye to Lan Shuyao, and there were two men and a young child standing next to him. When the Li clan left, Lan Jing'an saw one of the men wearing a dark dragon robe and asked Lan Shuyao with a wry smile: "You already knew that there was such a day, right?" ”

Lan Shuyao didn't admit or deny it, just stared at the man, and fixed the sentence "Born to die, dead to come back to life." A few ups and downs, and finally a success. I said it again. The man nodded and said, "I believe in you." Then he turned and went out.

Another man beside Lan Shuyao took her hand, followed the man in his movements, and went out of the room together. Lan Jing'an saw them pass through several palaces and come to an empty main hall, where another beautiful and dignified woman was waiting.

The man in the dark dragon robe went over and took the woman's hand and said to her, "Ah Mei, don't be afraid. The woman looked up at him and smiled, "Don't be afraid." At the very least, we'll always be together. ”

The sound of wood hitting the door rang out, and with the cheers of the soldiers, it knocked on Lan Jing's heart again and again. She wanted to shout for the four men standing outside the hall to leave, but she couldn't seem to make any sound. And the four of them didn't look at her at all, just stood there, staring at the crumbling palace gate.

Suddenly, the palace door was slammed open, and a tide of soldiers rushed in frantically. Surrounded by soldiers, a silver-armored young man who was no older than his hair was seated on a tall horse, accompanied by a general with a beard on his face, and entered the palace gate.

What the general said in the young man's ear, Lan Jing'an couldn't hear it. I just saw that the young man hesitated to raise the bow in his hand after listening to what he said.

The bearded general contemptuously said to the four people standing outside the hall: "If you kneel down and surrender now, maybe the second prince can spare your life." ”

None of the four knelt down, instead, both men drew their knives and protected their women behind them. The man in the dragon robe also shouted: "Today's disaster of destroying the country will be the end of your Dayong overthrow tomorrow." The descendants of the Qianguo will definitely avenge this sea of blood! ”

The bearded general asked the young man next to him to shoot an arrow first, but the young man hesitated and didn't dare to shoot. The bearded general couldn't wait, and shot the first arrow with his bow. An arrow pierced the heart, and the man in the dragon robe was in the middle.

The woman behind him cried bitterly and hugged him, and the bearded general quickly took a second arrow, which hit the weeping woman, and the woman also fell. and the man in the dragon robe both fell to the ground.

At this time, Lan Shuyao and the man who protected her wanted to go over and help the two of them, but the general shot out a third arrow, and this time it was the man holding hands with Lan Shuyao who fell.

Just as he was about to shoot the fourth arrow, the young man beside him spoke: "Wait, I'll come." The young man slowly drew his bow and aimed it at Lan Shuyao, who had already stood up and looked at him haughtily.

Lan Shuyao looked at the young man fearlessly, without tears or pain. Word by word: "You will regret this arrow for the rest of your life." ”

The young man stared at Lan Shuyao, not affected by her, but let go of the bowstring tightly pulled by his right hand and shot the arrow fiercely. Lan Shuyao was hit by an arrow in the chest, and fell straight back to the ground.

Lan Jing'an saw the four people dying in front of him one after another, and he couldn't help crying. She wanted to rush over to save them, but it was as if she were just a spectator, unable to speak, unable to move, only empathetic pain and despair.

At this time, she heard the last words of the young man: "Qianguo, dead." ”