Yan Chiyang has known many women in his life, and there are not a few women who like to wear red. Red represents charm and feminine beauty, but at this moment, what he saw in the woman in red with his back to him was an inexplicable dead silence.

It was as if what was in front of him was just a lifeless sculpture.

"Girl?"

Yan Chiyang asked softly, cautiously moving forward, carefully exploring every step - everything was calm.

When he got closer, he found that the woman in red was wearing a bright red cloak, red like blood, no matter how he called, she had been sitting there quietly, quiet like a stone by the river.

Yan Chiyang walked to the woman's side, her side face was still blocked by the hood, revealing a strand of green silk on her forehead.

"Girl?" Yan Chiyang called again.

She finally moved, turned her head, and stared at Yan Chiyang.

Yan Chiyang's heart was turbulent, it turned out that this woman was none other than Qin Xiang'er. Her face was horribly pale, but her eyes were still so bright, but this bright moon had a more or less empty taste.

She stared at him like staring at a cloud in the sky, without emotion, without focus.

The bright red cloak fluctuated like flowing water, her dark hair fluttered in the wind, and the moonlight sprinkled down, so that her whole body was covered with half a piece of silver light.

She was still beautiful, but this beauty made Yan Chiyang feel frightened, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say anything.

He recognized her, but he wasn't sure if she was really her, maybe they looked exactly the same, but he couldn't be sure if she was really her, or if she was a nightmare inside him.

Qin Xiang'er was still staring at him, and suddenly said, "You're here?"

The voice is exactly the same, but it reveals an indescribable coldness. Her voice was like this stream flowing straight forward, without any undulating tones.

Yan Chiyang suddenly calmed down, his eyes were as cold as a piece of ice.

"You're not her. "She wouldn't talk to me in that tone." ”

"Qin Xiang'er" smiled and said, "Who am I not her?"

Yan Chiyang said coldly: "You are a woman conjured up in this illusion. ”

Qin Xiang'er shook her head and said, "You are too suspicious." As he spoke, he took Yan Chiyang's hand.

Yan Chiyang felt that Qin Xiang'er's hand was like a piece of ice, without any temperature to speak of, he sneered, brushed away this arm, and said, "You are not her, her body will not be so cold." ”

"Qin Xiang'er" smiled, laughing sarcastically and coldly.

Her face changed under Yan Chiyang's surprised gaze, the skin and flesh on her face peeled off layer by layer, and the whole face was first covered with bright red blood vessels, and then even these blood vessels began to dissolve, until finally, only the white bones remained. ”

Her palms had turned to bone, and her fingertips were like the sharpest of knives.

"Why did you come to me if you didn't recognize me, why?" her voice was erratic, as if it was only in her ears, and it seemed like it was far away.

At this moment, the palm that had been hanging in the air suddenly moved, wrapped in a fishy wind, and pierced the silence of the air.

Yan Chiyang shouted angrily, the long sword came out of its sheath, and stabbed the sword diagonally into the heart of "Qin Xiang'er".

Without blood, skeletons would have no blood.

The illusion changed again in an instant, and the woman in red in front of her disappeared, and the sky above the long sword was empty.

When Yan Chiyang was puzzled, he suddenly heard Mingyue's voice behind him: "Brother Yan, what are you doing?"

With a bang, the long sword swept back, across Mingyue's throat.

"Who are you!" he said coldly, and with the experience of the past, he would not believe anything he saw in front of him.

Mingyue was stunned, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Brother Yan, I'm Mingyue." ”

"No, you're not him!" Yan Chiyang said roughly, "You can't be her!" The long sword couldn't help but hand forward half an inch.

Mingyue didn't dare to move.

She didn't know what was going on with Yan Chiyang, but she knew that if she moved, this long sword would pierce her throat without hesitation.

She stared at Yan Chiyang in a daze, and after a while, she said, "Brother Yan, you can see it clearly, it's me, it's really me?"

She tried to put on a lively smile, but in the end, she found that it was worse than crying—and that was normal, no one could laugh at the threat of a sword.

At this moment, three black rays of light suddenly bounced off the ground and shot straight at Yan Chiyang's back.

Mingyue's pupils were closed, and she didn't care about the long sword in front of her throat, she staggered and stepped forward, pushing Yan Chiyang away, but she couldn't dodge, and was shot in the arm by the black light, and immediately drenched in blood.

Yan Chiyang was stunned, hurriedly ran over, picked up her arm and saw that what had entered her arm was a black chess piece.

He hurriedly dug out the chess pieces with his sword, connected several acupoints of Mingyue, and blocked the blood flow, Mingyue almost cried out in pain.

Yan Chiyang said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Mingyue, I thought it was an illusion." ”

Mingyue smiled: "It's nothing, I understand." Suddenly, with a smile, his right palm poked out like lightning, and he slapped it at Yan Chiyang's chest.

This palm came suddenly, with both speed and strength, Yan Chiyang could only launch it with a sword to block, and with a bang, the sound of metal colliding, his body was knocked out, dragging a long line of water in the air.

Mingyue laughed, her voice sharp as a blade scraping glass.

"Hahaha, Yan Chiyang, you also have today!" Mingyue turned into Zhang Xiaolin's appearance, the arm that was cut off by Han Chuang, and a silver ditch was connected to the street, and bursts of cold light bloomed in the moonlight.

Yan Chiyang struggled to get up, only to feel that there was no pain in his body, and the whole person seemed to fall apart.

"Don't pretend, you're not Zhang Xiaolin. ”

"Hahaha, of course I'm not Zhang Xiaolin," the person in front of him changed into Mingyue's appearance again, "I'm not Mingyue either," his face changed again, becoming Yan Chiyang himself, "I'm you, I'm Yan Chiyang!"

Yan Chiyang shook his head and said, "Do you think this can disturb my mind?" He sneered twice, supported himself with his long sword and stood up tremblingly, and said coldly: "In this space, everything is fake, what I see and hear, is all fake. ”

The man didn't speak, just listened.

Yan Chiyang continued: "But there is one thing that must be true, and that is myself. Yan Chiyang suddenly stabbed his arm open with a sword, and blood shot out, turning into a blood crane in midair.

On the fake Yan Chiyang in front of him, a crack suddenly appeared on his face, and then this crack spread to the entire space, and cracks like spider webs appeared in the entire space.

Then it was as if glass was shattering, but without any sound, and the world in front of me shattered into pieces.

Yan Chiyang closed his eyes and sneered, he could feel the pain of the wound in his arm, the pain was so clear, yet so pleasant.

I don't know how long it was, maybe a minute, maybe a quarter of an hour, or an hour, but it could be a day, a month, a year, or even a century.

Time seemed to have become useless at this moment, and when Yan Chiyang opened his eyes, he returned to the small courtyard, full of chrysanthemums.

"What's wrong with you?" Qin Xiang'er's voice came.

"What?" Yan Chiyang touched his hand with a meaning, but there was no wound on his arm.

Qin Xiang'er walked up to Yan Chiyang, grabbed his arm, and said, "You were distracted just now. ”

Yan Chiyang looked at Qin Xiang'er's beautiful face, laughed, and said softly, "Has it been a long time?"

Qin Xiang'er smiled: "No, just a little." ”

For martial artists, a momentary loss of consciousness was enough for them to lose their lives, not to mention that in such a dangerous place, Qin Xiang'er was a little worried about Yan Chiyang's state.

She didn't know what was going on with Yan Chiyang, but he was completely different from a few minutes ago.

Yan Chiyang didn't tell Qin Xiang'er about the changes, he smiled slightly, held Qin Xiang'er's hand, and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”

"Really?" Qin Xiang'er's eyes were full of doubts.

"Really," Yan Chiyang said with a smile.

Mingyue's ridiculous voice suddenly came from behind him: "Okay, don't get tired of the two things, let's go in first." ”

Qin Xiang'er's face turned red, she glanced at Yan Chiyang shyly, then lowered her head, and said in her mouth: "Mingyue, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person." ”

Mingyue smiled: "I'm afraid that some people will forget the time sweetly." ”

Yan Chiyang smiled dumbly, pulled Qin Xiang'er forward, and knocked on the door.

"Don't be a monk, I'm here. ”

"Come in. A familiar voice came from the door.

Yan Chiyang was about to push the door, but the wooden door suddenly opened by itself, Yan Chiyang raised his eyes and saw a monk and a strange old man sitting in the hall on the left and right, leisurely drinking tea.

Yan Chiyang frowned, walked to the center of the hall, and said coldly: "Don't be a monk, what do you mean by this?"

Hu Dingshan smiled slightly, glanced at the monk, and said, "Take a look, I said I went too far." ”

The monk smiled disapprovingly, and said, "But it's just right." He turned his head to Yan Chiyang and said, "You're angry?"

Yan Chiyang wanted to send the long sword into the throat of the unmonk, but he finally endured it, and said patiently: "Tell me the reason for letting me come, I don't want to waste time." ”

Hu Dingshan pointed at him and smiled: "Look, this person is still quite anxious?"

The monk smiled and said, "Young people are always anxious. The tone was old-fashioned, and he turned to Yan Chiyang and said, "I heard that the Chixia Sect was eliminated?"

Yan Chiyang felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, this matter was a thorn in his heart, and it was brought up again by the monk at this moment, and it still hurt faintly.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Yan Chiyang said in a deep voice.

If it weren't for the fact that he was facing a monk who could not be a monk, I am afraid he would have already made a move.

The monk smiled and said, "It's very simple, I want to return you a favor." ”

Yan Chiyang's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "I don't understand what you mean. ”

Hu Dingshan smiled and interjected: "Fool, don't you understand what he means? He wants to help you enter the Linglong Pagoda to repay you for letting Zhang Xiaolin go." ”

Yan Chiyang sneered and said, "I don't believe he would be so kind." Although he said it to Hu Dingshan, his eyes fell on the face of the monk.

Seeing that the monk smiled slightly, he said: "You appreciate it, or you don't appreciate it, anyway, I must repay the favor, what I hate the most is to owe everyone a favor." ”

Yan Chiyang sneered: "I'm afraid you don't have this ability." ”

"Hahaha!" The monk laughed, and suddenly the laughter stopped, and he said solemnly: "It's not unreasonable for you to suspect, after all, the Linglong Pagoda is a treasure from ancient times, how can you say that you can enter - but do you know who this person sitting next to me is?"

Yan Chiyang glanced at Hu Dingshan, shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

Monk Bu smiled and said to Hu Dingshan: "Old man Hu, it seems that you don't have much popularity. ”

Hu Dingshan said with a smile: "That's natural, my Hu family has been hidden in the desert for generations, and the people who know it are a minority after all." ”