Du Yuanyuan picked his eyes, "Okay, you're so old, I won't make it difficult for you, just drop it, you tell me where Fanluo Mountain is, I'll go by myself." ”

The old man's rickety back suddenly straightened, and he cleared his throat, "Madam, it's better not to go." ”

"So what."

"Forgive the old man for talking too much, you may not know much about the temper of the lord when you first come to the mansion, he doesn't like to be disturbed, even if you and the lord are husband and wife, it's better not to go, besides, the lord will come back in a few days, you just need to wait with peace of mind."

"Uncle, you probably don't understand what I mean, I just want to go, I have to go, say, which mountain is Fanluo Mountain."

The old man's beard was anxiously cocked, and the deep wrinkles on his face were clustered together, "Madame......"

"Don't tell me? Okay, then I'll ask others, I can always inquire when I leave this Qingwang Mansion. ”

"Alas!" The old man's eyes were full of entanglement, "You did this, how can I explain to the Venerable Lord." ”

"Confess what? Uncle, you missed it all at once, it wasn't when he asked you when Mo Qing left at night, otherwise what else could I hand over? ”

The white-bearded old man didn't say a word by Du Yuanyuan, buried his head and sighed, this servant is really not easy to be, in the face of the difficult requirements of the master's strongman, he can't refuse, and agreeing is equivalent to digging a pit and burying himself. After a while, he slowly raised his head and looked at the green mountains in the distance, and his voice contained the vicissitudes of life, "This mountain is called Fanluo Mountain, hundreds of miles long before and after, and the Lord is now under the Lingyun Peak Wanxiao Tower." ”

"Which mountain is Lingyun Peak."

"The highest one is that the Wanxiao Tower is at the top of the peak, and the lady can see it when she goes up, ninety-nine stories high, straight into the clouds."

"Got it, thank you, old man." Du Yuanyuan patted his clothes and left, leaving the white-bearded old man sighing and shaking his head. Fanluo Mountain can be described as a Penglai realm, the verdant trees reflect the clear spring water, the mountain stream is slow, the waterfall goes straight down, and it is beautiful. I saw a lot of rare birds and beasts along the way, but I was also full of interest. Looking at it from afar, but see a mountain peak standing among the undulating mountains, obviously much higher than the others, it must be Lingyun Peak, a white tower on the top of the peak can be faintly seen, covered by clouds and mist, can not see really. Du Yuanyuan sighed, walked to the bottom of the mountain and climbed along the mountain road, there were a lot of gravel, the road was quite slippery, about noon, he came to the halfway up the mountain, sat on a stone and overlooked the beautiful scenery below, and rested for a while. Then he pondered, he was worried that Mao was going to travel through mountains and rivers to find Mo Qingye? Then he smiled, a little self-deprecating, took a breath and moved on. At dusk, I finally succeeded in reaching the top of the mountain, which can be described as a glance at the small mountains, with a broad and majestic vision, and then looked up at the Wanxiao Tower, and suddenly I was melancholy, this has to climb to the year of the monkey and the month of the horse, so high!

Wanxiao Pagoda is snow-white all over, as jade as jade, there is not even a plaque on the cave-shaped door, the gate is locked, but there is an outer staircase that has been spiraling up along the tower body, the most terrible thing is that there is no railing, the stone steps of the first level are completely exposed to the air, and one accidentally falls down and is broken bones. Although Du Yuanyuan said that he was not afraid of heights, he was still a little timid in the face of such a steep building, but he came here, if he didn't go up, he took a deep breath, lifted his clothes, and walked up the stone staircase without railings by holding on to the snow-white stone wall. At first, he didn't feel anything, but the higher he went, the more he shivered, he repeatedly warned himself, don't look down, but the corner of his eye still couldn't help but aim, the wind whistling in his ears, several times he was almost swept down, from the dusk sunset to the willow tops on the moon, the crescent moon was shining like hooks and stars, he still climbed, and it seemed that the road was long.

There was no lighting but moonlight on the stone steps.

Du Yuanyuan walked more and more slowly, cautious, and at this moment, he suddenly smashed a cold drink from the air, "Evil obstacle!" ”

Frightened, his legs trembled, and he fell on the stone steps with a slanted body, almost falling down.

Immediately, a dark wind followed, and a dark shadow fell with the wind.

With his back to the moonlight, Mo Qingye's long hair was curled lightly in the wind, curling in the slightest, and his bewitching face revealed a touch of ghostly air, staring at Du Yuanyuan with fierce eyes, "What are you doing here!" ”

"Look, look at you......" Du Yuan felt innocent, patted his clothes and stood up, "You, you retreat." ”

"Humph!" Mo Qingye turned his head, looking unhappy, "It's closed, and I'm disturbed by your stupid thing." ”

"Ah...... Also, let's just see if you're okay. ”

"What's good!"

"That day, not that day, ahem, it was last night, that, in the pool, yes...... It's you. Du Yuan stumbled, I was really afraid that Mo Qingye would roll himself down if he was not happy.