Lost Valley. Returning to the Dream Forest.

The morning mist in the mountains is shrouded in the bamboo forest, and there is an occasional thin wind sound, like a raccoon whispering, and the palm-sized finches are jumping in the bamboo forest, and the call is melodious, which is intoxicating. According to legend, this forest was planted by Mrs. Meng, the only female head of the Xia family, and it seems that there is a poignant love. Legend has it that whenever the full moon walks in the forest, you will hear a melodious piano sound, and meet the person you miss the most in your dream, so it is called the dream forest. But a hundred years ago, it seems that something happened in the forest, and the forest was banned, and you are not allowed to set foot on the full moon day, so I don't know if the legend is true or not. Above the Dream Forest is the main hall of the Migu Xia family, the Liulan Hall, and it is also the place where the major immortal sects are talking.

Ah Zi dressed as Jun Luo and Ah Lan were walking down the stone steps, glanced up, and saw several women in green shirts coming, the leader of the person had delicate facial features, but there was a faint scar at the corner of his left eye, his skin was as white as snow, his lips were as pale as cherry blossoms, and he had a flowery appearance.

Xia Han and Jun Luo have only met a few times, and they have no friendship, although Xianmen often compares the two, but Xia Han does not have the heart to do this, although she is not familiar with Jun Luo, she has a point of admiration: after all, after studying the law for seven years, she broke through the earth immortal, whether it is in heart or talent, this woman is far beyond ordinary people.

"Longquan Sword Master. Xia Han clasped his fists and saluted, with a polite smile on his face: "The Qing Talk Conference is over?"

Ah Zi also smiled back and nodded: "Where did Qinglian Immortal go? ”

This casual polite remark, a trace of complexity flashed in Xia Han's eyes, but it did not escape Ah Zi's eyes, she couldn't help but laugh in her heart, could it really make her unintentionally bump into a ghost?

"A few days ago, the lock demon tower outside the valley seemed to be loose, so I went to investigate and strengthen the seal, so I couldn't attend the meeting. Now that he is back, he should also report this matter to the head of the family, Xia Han is one step ahead, and the sword master is at his own convenience. Saying that, the woman in Tsing Yi hurriedly went up the stone steps to the Liulan Hall. When passing by the two, a faint damp aura on her body made Ah Zi frown slightly.

The same smell she had also smelled on Jun Luo, and it was also after she came to Migu.

"Alas, what a beautiful woman, but she is disfigured......" Ah Lan sighed softly and shook his head regretfully. Ah Zi tugged at the corners of her mouth and smiled sarcastically: "Do you know where her wound came from?"

"I heard that Xia Han went to the Weishui Ling clan with Xia Pingya to participate in the Xianmen meeting with Xia Pingya when he was young, and because he accidentally blocked the way of Miss Ling's family, he was whipped in the left eye by her. This scar was left. ”

"I naturally knew this, I was still a little girl at that time, and I only knew that the Ling family was domineering, but after listening to Ah Hong say this, I realized that I had bullied people to this point. "Ah Lan is a little strange, Ah Zi won't know that he knows about this, why do you want to say it again?

"Then do you know what Miss Ling's name is?" Seeing Ah Lan shaking his head, the smile on the corner of Ah Zi's mouth became even more mocking, and in addition to the mockery, there was even some pity in his eyes: "It is rumored that Miss Ling is called Ling Qianqiu." ”

Thousands of generations of descendants of the Ling family before and after Ling Yue, and people of the immortal sect for thousands of years!

But now, heh, it doesn't matter if it's Ling Qianqiu or Ling Wandai, isn't it all burned clean?

The wind blew through the bamboo forest, the bamboo leaves rustled, Ah Zi and Ah Lan didn't speak, I don't know if they were both hurt by the impermanence of the world.

Dongying.

The Sakura family's mansion is in Kyoto, but Genji has such a big family business and also has a family property next to Daoseiji Temple, which is used to settle a few people this time. And unexpectedly, Sakura's father is also recuperating here. It stands to reason that a seriously ill minister who has suffered from the enemy's back in the court should not have left the court, this is not the time to retreat, Sakura did not open his mouth to explain, but Wuyong got the answer from Hanashi: Sakura's father, Genji Hiiragi, angered the emperor by arguing with Fujita Ichiro in the court, Hiiragi was already ill at the time, and Fujita Ichiro instigated him to rest here for a year. And what kind of disease Hiiragi is suffering from, Hanari did not say.

Jun Luo and Wu Yong were assigned to the West Garden, and the room between the two was the opposite door, but it was not difficult to see the difference in the furnishings and cleanliness of the room. This house is quite close to the Daocheng Temple, and it was already dusk when Junluo and the others arrived, and the Daocheng Temple was no longer open to outsiders, and Wuyong and Junluo, who knew the inside story, knew that it was the monks who were going to start chanting the scriptures and blessing the enchantment, so the two agreed with Sakura that they would enter the temple early tomorrow morning to investigate.

After dinner, Wuyong was just about to go back to the courtyard but was stopped by a maid, who was the same age as Hua Li, and saluted and said: "Lord Zhuang, the master is seriously ill and can't get up to see you, please forgive me." The lord hopes to see you, apologize in person, and hope that the owner will agree. Respectful and sincere, Jun Luo looked at it on the side, thinking that the relationship between the two families was really not ordinary, I am afraid it was more like a vassal relationship. Seeing Wuyong's view, the woman in red nodded: "It's nothing to do tonight, I'll go back after a walk around the garden." ”

Wuyong bowed slightly: "It's okay." "Junluo has to be familiar with the terrain and layout of a place every time she goes to a place, which has probably become her habit. Hearing the conversation between the two, the middle-aged maid glanced at Sakura with disdain, and the latter drank tea with a calm expression, but the hand in his sleeve was tightly clenched.

There can be no rush. Cherry. Endure. She told herself in her heart.

On the other side, the woman in red was walking in an elaborate Japanese garden, turned a corner, and suddenly disappeared.

How could Junluo be so well-behaved, especially in this strange mansion that revealed everywhere.

Near Daocheng Temple.

In the dense forest, a red shadow flew by, startling a few leaves. Jun Luo, who was walking in a hurry, suddenly frowned, and the bracelet on his wrist shook violently as if it had been impacted, and a pale red light and shadow were directly knocked out: "Wow-"

Qing Chi seemed to have received a strong blow, and he spat out a large pool of blue-green demon blood on the ground. Jun Luo's right hand put on the kapok hairpin on his head, and his black eyes scanned the forest, without the slightest intention of helping Qingchi heal: "What is it?"

Qing Chi scolded secretly in his heart, wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, and said angrily: "You!"

A crisp whip sounded, startling a flock of gray sparrows. Jun Luo looked at Qing Chi, who was half-showing his original form on the ground, and his expression was cold: "I don't mind settling old accounts at this time. What hurt you?" Qingchi coughed twice, knowing that the blood contract was still on her, desperately trying to break the net, she forced a wave of anger in her heart, and said, "You don't feel the breath similar to Jianmu?"

"I felt it a little. Jun Luo threw the elixir in his hand to Qing Chi, but he didn't use his true qi to heal her. The true qi in her body hurt these demons too much, otherwise, with Qing Chi's cultivation, she wouldn't have used a drop of her blood to save her life and ruin five hundred years of cultivation. This is also where Jun Luotong has nothing to hide, she can cultivate into an earth immortal in seven years, and her kung fu naturally has to be done, but this amazing bloodline talent is even more important. "There seems to be an enchantment here, only the moment you were attacked, I felt a familiar fluctuation, but now and just now, I didn't notice it at all. It seems that there is indeed something in this Daocheng Temple. ”

Qing Chi sneered: "It seems that this Daocheng Temple is indeed not a place I can enter." She has returned to her human body, dressed in red clothes, coiled in a cloud bun, with a charming and seductive appearance, but her eyes are fierce and abnormal looking at Jun Luo. Jun Luo glanced at her lightly, sighed lightly, and stretched out his hand to her: "Qingchi, you should remember that the chips in my hand are bigger than your desperate fight." Don't try to resist me, stop me, or kill me, I promise you'll die before you do it, and you won't even have a chance to repent. ”

"Put away your weird habit of stumbling over people and watching the fun, this is the last time I'll warn you. Pulling up the woman, Jun Luo looked at the seductive eyes, seemed to hesitate, and said softly: "The people around me over the years, only you and Ah Zi, can make me treat me sincerely." I'm already tired, don't make me any more tired, okay?"

Qing Chi looked at the indifferent eyes of the woman in red, and smiled mockingly: "Yes, master." There should be a section of Jianmu in this temple, unless you can find someone to possess me, otherwise I can't hide the demonic energy on my body, and I can't enter at all. And even if I possess myself, I can only hide in front of Wuyong for three hours at most, if there is a higher cultivation ...... in this temple."

She didn't say any more, because Jun Luo thought of more and more details than her.

In the middle of the night, there was a faint sound of chanting in the temple, and the night breeze rose lightly, circling around the two. Jun Luo took a deep breath and closed his eyes: "The way is here." ”

This Dongying is really a headache.