The illusion is left alone.

The phantom doctor hugged the lute in his arms and chuckled lightly.

The long sword of the hat boy was still sheathed, and his expression was cold.

Hats: The meaning of the seniors, the juniors are confused.

Qi Phantom Doctor: As a junior, it's understandable that you know very little about it, but young man, do you think that you can shake the hundred-year-old tree of Yulou with your own strength?

Dou Ligongzi: The meaning of the seniors, I heard that Yulou is going to be the enemy of the juniors?

Qi Phantom Doctor: Since the goal is the same, why can't we cooperate, I heard that Yulou pursues the principle that more things are better than less, and one less enemy and one friend.

The look of the boy in the hat was slightly relaxed, but unexpectedly, the phantom doctor suddenly played the pipa, and the magic sound played. The boy of the hat fell into the sound before he could react.

The music permeates the ears, playing a void of the past.

The phantom doctor smiled and pointed to the wind and clouds.

Until man is completely asleep in this boundless memory.

The Phantom Doctor stepped forward to catch the man.

Qi Phantom Doctor: Next, let me look at your past, is it worth listening to Yulou's cooperation?

Juexiang Pavilion, deep fragrance, fragrant mist teasing, who is drunk and spring.

Xiang Gongzi's brush is like a god, the incense and ink are scattered, and the flowers are dyed in spring.

The maid suddenly ran in.

Handmaiden: Childe, no, Childe, second son, he ......

Before the words fell, he didn't see the figure of the son in a hurry.

Juexiang Pavilion is lonely

Xiang Gongzi: What's wrong with you?

The man in blue looked at it carefully, his expression flustered.

Masked Man: I'm fine.

The maid who came in a hurry.

Maid: Second son, you just ......

Masked Man: I'm fine, aren't I standing here right now?

Xiang Gongzi: You've been weird since the last time you went to Tingyulou, but what is there to hide from me......?

Masked Man: No, Childe is painting?

The bright red sleeves are stained with a few points of ink, which is eye-catching.

Xiang Gongzi: Yes, I melted the new incense into the ink, come with me.

Back in the study, the picture scroll was spread out, and the two red and blue figures under the pear blossom trees in the garden were like fairies.

The masked man shook for a moment.

Xiang Gongzi: It seems that this new fragrance is good, but you are stunned.

Mask Man: This fragrance is tasteless at first glance, delicate in the smell, and has a long aftertaste like morning dew, and like the taste of late spring, which is fascinating. The combination of incense and ink brings the painting to a higher level.

Xiang Gongzi: Hehehe, those who know me, you have to do it, you can take one for this.

Masked Man: Drunk.

Xiang Gongzi: Drunk?

Masked Man: Can Childe give me this painting?

Xiang Gongzi: What is mine is yours, why do you need to give it?

Approaching his neck, the smell of the man was louder than anything else in the world.

The masked man was silent.

Leaning on the floor to listen to the wind and rain, leaning on the building to rain and jade flute horizontally, the meaning of the song is deep, and the song is over, and the mood is difficult to understand.

Suddenly, the bell on his waist echoed, and he looked up.

[Heavy gold begonia agarwood. 】

The golden handwriting is fleeting.

Yilou Yu: Landlord, landlord, Yilou Yu is really getting more and more unable to guess you, white-clothed snow, Venerable dry bones, the realm of the abyss, 10,000-year-old agarwood, you haven't shown up for many years, what are you going to do......

Yi Lou Yu: Huh, the wind is blowing. The wind is blowing......

A hurricane blew down the peach blossoms in the two places.

Poems, sake, boiled wine, incense, laughing, and playing a song of ancient and modern enmity.

The sound of the piano seems to be like the sound of the sky, reverberating through the three thousand peach blossoms.

The Qi Phantom Doctor who opened the illusion was moved, and the sound of the piano actually broke through the enchantment and became a faction of its own, and the divine consciousness of the boy in the sound of the piano gradually became clear.

The Phantom Doctor sneered.

Qi Fantasy Doctor: In the spatial enchantment of my Qi Illusion Doctor, poetry and sake, how much power can you exert?

Doctor Qi Phantom: Leave the lawsuit.

The sound of the pipa strings sounded, a farewell to the Yellow Spring, the sound of the distant piano suddenly merged into a magic sound, the hat boy was in pain, the flood passed, and the shadow of hope reappeared.

Pluck the strings and turn the tone, the poem sake drinks a pot of turbid wine, the pot is broken and the wine is sprinkled, and when it is landed, the illusion is enchanted, the rain is bathing, and the boundless water falls from the sky. The turbid wine is slightly drunk, soothing people's hearts, and in the phantom of memory, this pot of turbid wine is the eternity of the moment.

Qi Fantasy Doctor Pipa was made by the tide of wine, and when he landed, he unloaded three points.

Qi Phantom Doctor: The sound of the piano is the introduction, the turbid wine turns into rain, the poem sake, I underestimate you.

With a hook of the bare hand, the pipa string breaks!

Phantom Doctor: How is that possible?

With a crisp sound, the illusion enchantment, broken!

Hats: I have seen the sincerity of Yulou.

Flick the sleeves away, and the sleeves roll up and fall off.

Doctor Qi: How could my illusion be broken? This is impossible, this is impossible.

Three thousand peach blossoms and three thousand things, unpredictable flowers.

Poetry sake pressed the strings and stopped, smiling slightly.

Poetry Sake: Of course, it is impossible for people outside the enchantment to break the enchantment, but what if the people in the enchantment are connected to the people outside the enchantment?

The ancient city trail is lush with foliage.

Blood Begonia held the whip silently, and his eyebrows were deep.

On the side, he was holding straw on the side and was bored.

Tumming Night: Master, who are you waiting for?

Blood Begonia: Here it is.

Qingming Night: What?

A gust of wind, a song of the flute.

The wind and smoke rise and the rain leans on the building and steps out.

At this moment, the bone whip turned and took the person directly.

Leaning on the floor rain stood still, smiling still.

Just at the foot of death, the blood begonia move was stopped.

Blood Begonia: Courage is not bad.

Leaning on Lou Yu: Is there any value in negotiating with you about business?

Blood Begonia: Explain your intentions.

Leaning on the floor rain: 10,000-year-old agarwood in the Absolute Fragrance Pavilion.

Blood Begonia frowned coldly.

Blood Begonia: Is this price up to the rain building?

Yi Lou Yu: What do you want?

Blood Begonia: I don't want anything, this deal, I can't be moved by listening to Yulou.

Turn around, and Qingming Night immediately followed.

Yi Lou Yu: Don't you want to fight the number one killer?

Blood Begonia: Huh.

The cold tone declared the disdain of the master.

Leaning on the rain: If you change your mind, listen to the rain floor at any time. Juexiang Pavilion Xiang Gongzi is the first person on the killer list.

Yu Luo leaned on Lou Yu and turned to leave, and suddenly the bell on his waist was ringing.

[Save the girl in the realm of the abyss. 】

Barren mountains and mountains, heavy rain pours.

Guansheng Le Buzi was tripped up by the rain.

Steps: This rain came well without warning, it actually said that it would fall, it seems that you and I have to stay here for a few days, could it be that we are reluctant to be here, so the heavy rain is a guest?

Guanshengle: That's not right.

Step: Huh?

The operation of all things in heaven and earth is closely related, and this rain comes without warning is the biggest sign!

Turn around and take out the hanging lot, shake the lot to get the hexagram, it is all the next lot, the hexagram of the murderer!

Steps: This ......

Aphlonitok: This is ...... Friends!

The pain of losing a friend, the pain of the heart, the whirring wind adding to the sorrow, the world is sad, just for the deceased, I never thought that after many years of parting, it became life and death.

Steps: Watching the Joy of Life!

Guanshengle: Friends...... It's been unexpected.

Steps: How can it be......

Guan Shengle: I just divined the hexagram for my friend, the hexagram is dangerous, the deep ravines and ravines, it must have fallen off the cliff.

Step: Then go find his body and bury him.

Guan Shengle: Hmm.

Guan Shengle started the hexagram in Bu, vowing to find out the whereabouts of Ci Yunmeng.

Yao Ling Tai

Endless life runs all over his body, and after a week, he slowly opens his eyes, but he sees a strand of gray hair hanging down.

Dengshi's face changed, his hand covered a big tree beside him, and he saw that his white hair turned black.

Endless Life frowned silently.

[My day is near. Do you really want to die like this?]

[Juexiang Pavilion 10,000-year-old agarwood, 10,000 years of longevity and the same longevity of the sky, if you can borrow its strength, 10,000 years of longevity, not impossible. 】

All things are available to me. 】

Bai Yixue's words came to mind, endless contemplation, meditation, wanting to refine the spirits around him, and he was unexpected

A powerful ability recoiled, and the endless life was moved, and the body was almost exploded.

A mouthful of bright red, Endless Life's face is pale, everything is available to me, Bai Yixue's idea is good, but the power of all things is already illusory and powerful, how can a mortal body withstand it?

[Attach life to the tree spirit, the tree does not die, and life is endless. 10,000-year-old agarwood lives with the sky. 】

The magic barrier flashed in the eyes of the endless life.

Exquisite incense pavilion, agarwood.

The lonely river is uninhabited, and the ferry is alone.

The handsome young man carries a rusty scabbard on his back, following the footsteps of his fate.

The young man walked through the mountains and the four seas, the north and south of the river. Step through the spring flowers and autumn moon, time and space flow. Just for that one shadow of fate.

Will the rusty scabbard be able to find the sword that shook the world?

Is it possible to go back to the person who was removed from history?

Whether it can still shine in the present.

The person with the scabbard on his back doesn't know, and the scabbard doesn't seem to know, maybe the will of heaven is just for the wheel of fate, and the history is present.

[I came to save the world, but I ended up destroying the world. 】

Whose words drowned the dust of this lonely river and set off a storm of destruction.

Whose ruthlessness is a corpse under three thousand weak waters, and love and righteousness are destroyed.

The red light of the broken sword in the heart surged, and in an instant, the dead corpse opened its eyes......