Chapter 57 is endless

Su Xuechi and the others came to this ancient tomb, cautiously, the group of people in front of them who were eager for quick success became their pathfinder, with countless casualties, and finally reached the depths of the ancient tomb step by step.

The ground was watery, and the trees were wet. It was as if yesterday's storm had not gone far and was still standing by in mid-air. I thought that only summer rain would be considered timely rain. No, after a night's work, the unbearable heat disappeared in a blink of an eye. The cool breeze blows, so unpleasant.

"Let's separate ourselves here, this square is too huge, there are roads on all sides, let's look for each other!"

Looking up, dark clouds were rolling. Three geese flew forward in a straight line, and in the blink of an eye they disappeared into the clouds. In the weeds under the trees, a few small gray-brown birds are pecking.

Now here, there are dozens of people, even if they are safe together, then if they really encounter any treasures, they can't be divided.

Everyone listened to Su Xuechi's suggestion, and they all nodded, if there is really any danger, although they are together, to be honest, they will not be very safe, after all, in front of the strong Tongxuan, one person is like an ant, dozens of people are dozens of ants, everything is just false.

It was raining lightly again. The sky is much brighter.

On the top of the willow tree, the thin tall branches were curved. A sparrow stood in an arc in the wind and rain, constantly vibrating its wings. It changes angles repeatedly and vibrates incessantly. It's like saying, "Let's go down, who's afraid of whom." It's like a heroic spirit of "try to see who can be the enemy in the world". Presumably, it won't leave a single trace of rain on it. How capable people are, can they not be proud?

In the distance, I saw an acacia flower wearing a mysterious veil. Fluffy and a little shy. I have always thought that acacias, like dandelions, are the most weak. But I don't know how it escaped the catastrophe, standing proudly and enchanting. It seems that the secret of the survival of all things is free, and there is no need for mortals to worry.

Su Xuechi and Su and his entourage should naturally be together, and Yun Luo'er and Xu Qingya have always been dependent on Su Xuechi, and they are also dealing with each other together, and the remaining Qianmo Pavilion, Yichu Pavilion, and Yanluo Pavilion powerhouses are all scattering separately, looking for treasures that can make them their favorites.

The winding path is secluded. The large-leaved vegetation on one side is taller than a human head. Wet, shivering, like a welcoming crowd, standing within the prescribed safety line, huddled next to each other, intent on watching. On the other side, the shrubs are loose and tall, and the dense foliage covers the air. A layer of clouds drifted by, and the trail was even more eerie and chilling. Fortunately, the laughter of the flower admirers came from the lotus pond, and I immediately turned around and came to the small bridge. The sound of the piano came from the gazebo by the small bridge, which was bleak and euphemistic, and it was long.

At the edge of the huge square, there are countless forks, each of which seems to lead to several extremely unfathomable distances.

Su Xuechi and the others, even if they practiced the Earth Attribute Mystery Method and the Cloud Attribute Mystery Method, they would not be able to detect so many intersections, what was the difference, they could only choose one at random.

Mountains and water are virtual and real to each other, and they cannot be decomposed. Mountains embrace the sea with peninsulas, and seas embrace mountains with harbors: the coastline is a lingering curve, and the more twists and turns, the more lingering this embrace becomes. In front of me, on the empty and clear Tulu Harbor, the jagged side peaks and horizontal ridges are reflected. The light blue and light purple ridges rise and fall, enclosing themselves into a heaven and earth. In the past ten years, the edge of the mountain has changed due to the state of the water. If the perseverance of the mountains is not contrasted by the flexibility of the water, then the weather will be monotonous and inferior. Denver's mountain edge is unfortunately short of water. The mountain edge of Sichuan reverberates with the sound of water, adding to the charm of curling. The water charm in the edge of Sha Tin is longer. This was originally a water-blue world, and from the water, no matter how majestic and serious the mountains were, they were floating on the blue waves. The mountains open up for the water, the water changes for the wind, and the scenery becomes lively. In the meantime, a few more gulls fly around, even if it is the soul of water.

The soft grass is an endless green carpet, dotted with wildflowers, hidden among the green grass, the singing of a hundred birds, the dance of red-crowned cranes... I often dream about my soul......

This road was extremely dark, and Su Xuechi ran the fire attribute mystical method and condensed it into a flame, so that it could illuminate the way forward.

The grassland is a beautiful ecological picture. Take a breath of fresh air and feel refreshed. In the boundless green carpet, blue peonies, white Mongolian chrysanthemums, clusters, strings, decorate the grassland into a beautiful paradise; The white clouds floating in the sky, those were herds of cattle and sheep. When the sun rises, the blue sky is like washing, the birds fly freely in the sky, and the vast grassland is under the light of the sun, like Qionglou Yuyu, like the heavenly palace. There are also herds of horses dotted around, accompanied by the crisp sound of whips......

The road here is narrow, and the walls next to it are even more uneven and extremely sharp, as if one is not careful, the body will be cut, and only two people can be allowed to go together.

Su Xuechi led the way in front, and the back was also handed over to the powerhouse of Liuyun Pavilion.

On the babbling river, there is a large flock of ducks swimming neatly, ready to go home. As soon as I got ashore, my body, which was originally light in the water, swayed from side to side as the duck's webs stepped on the pebbles slightly awkwardly, silly and cute. Two big white geese, guarded by a little girl, swaggered on the way home. In the vineyards full of green vines, among the clusters of green grapes, occasionally a few are dyed purple and red. The flowers of pumpkins and loofahs are competing to bloom on the bamboo fence. The rambutan, which had grown full, grew on the side of the road, waiting to fade away and put on red makeup. Around the corner, there stood a few daylily plants, the flowers, yellow and fresh, straightened their necks, poked into the sky, far away from the flower stems. By the ditch, a row of sunflowers, slightly bowed their heads, said goodbye to the sun.

This road seems to be so long that there is no end, and even if Su Xuechi and the others walk for a few hours, they have never seen any exit.

On the morning of early autumn, there is still some fog, look at how much that Maoling looks like a girl who has just bathed, the green plants are her skirt, the long fluttering willows are her hair, and the dew on the tips of the grass is her shy tears, the red and purple morning glory blooming all over the mountain, the yellow pumpkin flower, the loofah flower, the pink lentil carob flower, are all the decorations she inserts in the sideburns, and it looks like a little daughter-in-law who has just been married, dressed up and wants to go back to her parents' house.

The flowers and plants are silent, and the pine willows are silent. No one wants to break the tranquility of dusk, they just want to wait quietly, in an undisturbed dusk. Reasoning with the situation, I quietly pulled up the dusk of the sunset, and hid in the flowers and plants, wanting to net a silver star, but I caught the autumn flowers and insects.

These people are extremely patient, and none of them have any emotional fluctuations, but everyone thinks that such a long and narrow path is strange, why would this once powerful man build such a long and seemingly useless narrow road in his tomb.

The July fire, encountered the frequent arrival of the rain, the heat of the day, can not resist a few wisps of cool breeze, a few flashes of lightning, a few thunder, bean-sized raindrops, crackling and landing, although not so urgent, or even a little sparse, can also dispel the heat, force back irritability, return to the long-lost freshness.

At dusk, the light of the setting sun warms the trees. In the window, I don't know whose eyes are suddenly cold. A figure ran from the path overgrown with wildflowers and dog's tail grass, walked by the grassy lawn, walked past the moonlit waterfront with silk willows, and walked over the ..... of the fields with the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums. Standing in the window of the guest country, changing faces alternately. People are middle-aged, and the sun is in the west. As a servant, he is not sad, and his mind is self-sufficient. Like a cicada, a long and short "know", endlessly and endlessly, how many people know it in their hearts. In addition to being busy, a cup of tea reads idle books, raises flowers and plants, listens to wind and rain, and cooks TV porridge..... Whatever you want. Those who should be far away will be far away, and those who should fly away will fly away. The pendulum swayed in the dust, and nothing lasts forever.

After a few more hours, Su Xuechi also wondered in his heart, if at their speed, for such a long time, I am afraid they would have been able to walk from Ten Thousand Medicine City to Bonan Academy.

But how can a tomb be so long?

The moonlight is like a waterfall, dripping with yellowing time. The moonlight is like wine, pour yourself a cup and drink it all, scribbling for half a life, and the taste wants to rest.