"So it's real? Is there really a castle, a wall, a meadow, and the woman on a steed somewhere, far away?" Ding Jun muttered.

Fang Qing showed a worried expression: "What exactly do you want to express?" Even if there is such a scene somewhere on earth, what does it have to do with us? Before us, there were countless explorers who were obsessed with the characters that appeared in the mirage, so they went mad, traveled thousands of mountains and rivers in pursuit, and finally did nothing, and died of old age. Ding Jun, we are here to find the relics of Guge, and the mirage is just an accident, you must not act rashly and go astray because of this."

In the eyes of sensible people, the people and objects in the mirage are inherently illusory images that appear inadvertently and are fleeting, just like the meeting between people. Gather today, disperse tomorrow, and never see each other again in this life. At this moment, you should forget it after seeing it, and leave no trace in your heart.

Ding Jun didn't answer, because this sentence touched something in his heart.

When he suddenly started and rushed forward, Fang Qing didn't have time to stop him.

With the courage and posture of a moth to a flame, he broke into the mist, and without hesitation, he resolutely advanced. There was only one thought left in his mind: "Rush into there, go to the woman, and die without regret!"

"Ding Jun, come back x" Fang Qing only called out half of it, and Ding Jun's body was already surrounded by mist.

The fog has no bearing force, and according to the current situation, Ding Jun must have fallen into the Xiangquan River within ten seconds, trapped by the turbulent whirlpool. Fang Qing hesitated slightly, suddenly let out a long roar, and hurriedly chased out as if he had forgotten his life. Ding Jun did a stupid thing, was confused by the mirage, and did not hesitate to risk his life. And she had no choice, she was willing to accompany him to the soup and fire, and she would never give up.

Ding Jun woke up, he found himself in a golden cave, as far as the eye could see, the cave walls were covered with gold leaf, the feet were stepping on gold bricks, and the tables, chairs, candlesticks, and curtains were all made of pure gold. Just above his head, a set of huge wind chimes made of gold was swaying and ringing slowly.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on enjoying the beautiful music played by the golden wind chimes, and his body and mind were so comfortable that he temporarily forgot about the sword killing, chasing and fighting that he had entered Tibet.

Earthlings have an eternal obsession with gold, and this precious metal with its fascinating luster can bring people a unique feeling of pleasure.

"Is the music still good?" A noble, elegant middle-aged female voice rang out.

Ding Jun opened his eyes and got up slowly, but saw a person in a golden robe slowly walking out behind the golden curtain. The man wore a golden mask on his face, and he could only tell from his long hair and voice that it was a woman of about forty years old.

"It's very beautiful." Ding Jun nodded politely.

"The wind chimes are cast with seed powder from mandala flowers, and its shape is also a set of abstract mandala flowers. The wind that drives it comes from the valley where the mandala flowers are grown. Therefore, it can play a charming and soulful tune, and people with a little poor concentration will have all kinds of hallucinations, their hearts will waver, and they will not be able to control themselves, and eventually they will burn all their inner parts and bleed to death. Young man, good concentration, is a good material. The woman said, and the pair of bright eyes behind the mask looked at Ding Jun carefully.

Ding Jun took a deep breath and responded lightly: "The seniors have won the prize."

Of course, he knew the peculiarities of this golden cave and the soul hooking bell, but at the instructor of the US Navy SEALs, he had undergone more tempting tests than he was now, including a feast of food after three days of water and rice, and work after taking super strong drugs. He was unmoved, calm as a frozen pebble. When all his companions feasted and hugged left and right, he only looked at it coldly, and his heart was like water.

His dedication is unmatched, even far exceeding the 11 top instructors hired by the Pentagon from all over the world.

"You must have excellent luck to be here, but I must tell you that when good luck runs out, if you want to live well, you must rely on strength." The woman walked lightly to the other side of the curtain.

The light in the cave dimmed, and the luster of gold faded.

Ding Jun followed, stepped out of an archway, and found himself standing on a wide platform. The platform is made of white stone slabs, about 30 steps long and 15 steps wide. At the end of the platform, there are more than 100 steps that gently descend downward. Within his horizon were rows of palaces and houses, and several streets radiated out in a meter shape, neatly dividing the buildings. Looking up, the sky was blue, the white clouds were fluttering, it was a sunny day he had never seen before, and the air he smelled at the end of his nose was fresh and slightly sweet, which made him feel good.

"Hey, don't you ask what this place is?" The woman asked.

Ding Jun shook his head.

"The young man is really determined." The woman raised her right hand, flicked her index finger lightly, and called in a low voice, "Xue Night, you come." ”

The volume of those words was not very loud, but the distance was extremely long. Ding Jun felt that the air near him was slightly agitated by the sound, like the ripples caused by stones thrown into a lake. From this, it can be seen that this woman's internal strength is unfathomable.

"Snow Night", that is the name that Ding Jun thinks about day and night in his mind, so as soon as he hears these two words, his heartstrings are immediately plucked, and a small crack appears in the airtight state of concentration.

"There is no unventilated wall in the world, young man, I can see through your heart" The woman was aware of the nuances, and immediately caught the change in Ding Jun's thoughts, and her arrow-sharp gaze turned around and stared at Ding Jun's face.

"The seniors are powerful, and the younger generations admire them, but people's minds are as deep as a bottomless sea, changing at any time, and it's useless to see through them, isn't it?" Ding Jun didn't dare to be careless, cautiously restrained his mind, and slowly smoothed out the waves brought by the word "snow evening", so that he could recover to a perfect state of calm and leisure.

He regretted the flaws he had exposed, if the two of them were fighting for their lives just now, in an instant, he would have died 10,000 times due to his "ideological collapse".

"Young man, rest assured, I have no ill will. You are Xuewan's friend, that is, a friend of the women's city, hehehehe......" The woman laughed, floated up, and flew into the air towards a white antique hall in front of you.

At this moment, a woman in white also flew out of the corner of the hall, with a white skirt, a white belt, and long black hair fluttering in the wind along with the white hairband tied to her hair.

The two people staggered through the air, one gold and one white, intertwined into a beautiful picture of the immortals.

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