The bonfire was lit, the tent was set up, the mushroom soup was tumbling in the pot, and the quiet grassland surrounded by the mountains, the six tenants of room A51 sat together, each thinking about their own thoughts.

From time to time, Jonah peeked diagonally across from him, and the Southerner, as always, had hollow eyes, and his scarf-wrapped face could not see his expression.

"Sister Long, sing a song. Sibi leaned against Toba, hugged his knees, and said coquettishly to Ryuhime.

"Seconded. Elliott said.

Ryuki looked at Jonah noncommittally. Jonah involuntarily avoided the Oriental woman's gaze.

Ryuji smiled. "Okay, what do you want to hear?"

"It's the one that tells the story of a beautiful fairy!" exclaimed Sibby with a raised hand.

"Got it. Ryuhime stood up and walked gently among the crowd, "This song is called 'Mountain Ghost'. ”

The moonlight sprinkled on her long ink-like hair, and the silver bells in the hairline rang pleasantly, and Long Ji looked at the distant mountains and sang softly:

If anyone is in the mountains,

was taken by the scorpion.

Both smiling and smiling,

Zi Muyu is good and slender.

Riding the red leopard from the civet dog,

Xinyi Chexi knotted the laurel flag.

was taken by Shi Lanxi Du Heng,

Fold the fragrance and leave it behind.

The rest of the secluded seclusion will never see the sky,

The road is dangerous and difficult, and it is lonely to come.

Table independent on the mountain,

The clouds are facing the bottom.

In the dark and dark,

The east wind is blowing the spiritual rain.

Leave a spiritual retreat and forget to return,

How old is it?

Picking three beautiful in the mountains,

Shi Leilei Ge Manman.

The resentful son forgot to return,

I can't be idle.

The people of the mountains are full of flowers,

Drink stone springs and pine cypresses.

Jun Si, I was skeptical.

Thunder fills the rain,

Chirping and chirping at night.

The wind is sassy and the wood is Xiao Xiao,

Si Gongzi is out of trouble. ”

The song was graceful, the first line drifting in the field of night, the next line rising in the moonlight, Jonah could not understand the lyrics sung in the ancient language of the East, but from the distant aria of the dragon queen, he could clearly hear the woman's longing for the man's bones.

Ryuji spun lightly, spread her arms, and sang the ancient desolate tune again in the lingua franca of the West Road: "

I passed by the top of the mountain,

Dressed in vines.

With a smile in his eyes,

Graceful posture.

I rode a red leopard and carried a civet cat,

Osmanthus colored flags are raised in chariots.

Dressed in vanilla,

Fold flowers represent my lovesickness.

I'm in the bamboo forest, and I can't see the blue sky,

Walking alone in the hardships.

Standing on top of the mountains,

Watch the clouds roll under your feet.

Day turns into night,

The gods rained heavily.

The fairy drifted away,

As they grow old, who can be beautiful forever?

I pick fairy grass,

Watch the vines coil between the rocks.

Thou hast missed me, and hast forgotten thy home,

Do you miss me, and when will it come?

I'm in the mountains, and the herbs are green,

Drink mountain springs, shelter from pine shade.

Do you miss me, I can't think clearly, I can't think clearly.

Thunder rolls and rains come,

The apes chirp and the night is low.

The wind blows, the leaves fly,

I miss you so much, I miss you so much!

- Troubles. ”

The graceful shadow of the dragon queen is like a fairy dancing in the moonlight in the ancient mountains, and Elliott plays the sword to make peace, and there are bright points of light flying away from the corners of the dragon queen's eyes, blending into the vast night sky.

Jonah understood. That man, the man who traveled the world in the unknown and searched for Ryuhime, the mysterious man who didn't know where and what he was doing, was a deep scar in Ryuhime's heart. There was no sweetness in this longing, only pain, and the pain made Jonah feel the bitterness of empathy.

Jonah found that he had planted the seeds of love for the dragon queen in his heart, but the woman was destined to fit no other man, and the seventeen-year-old astrologer's apprentice astrologer clenched his fists, his nose flushed with sympathetic and desperate sadness.

The night was silent, and no one applauded.

Toba was already snoring, Sibi tilted his little head, caught up in inexplicable thoughts, and Yekong looked into the distance, his eyes reflecting the moonlight, and he seemed to be a little popular. "I went to sleep first. Ryuki turned and slipped into the tent, leaving Elliot and Jonah to look at each other and sigh at the same time.

"We will also rest first, and then replace you in the middle of the night, pay attention to safety. The Rose Knight said, patting the unicorn on the head, and the beast kicked and stomped into the darkness.

In charge of the vigil were Jonah and Sibi. The little woman was still in a daze, and Jonah noticed that his heart was more sour when he was alone, so he walked over and patted Sibby on the shoulder: "Hey, it's okay." ”

"Brother, I don't know much about love. Sibi stared at him with turquoise eyes and said distractedly.

"I don't understand either. Jonah sat down next to her. The two men were silent. The bonfire was cracking and was about to go out.

Jona took a stick and carved a star array on the ground, and for some reason, his energy was very concentrated, and after five minutes, he pressed his hand to the ground and silently recited: "Everything in the world is the projection of the stars on the ecliptic, and we live, have, communicate, genetic, create, manage, share, change, transcend, realize, communicate, and introspect, all of which are overlooked by the starry sky." In awe, always look up. Please lend me the power of the starry sky!"

The strings of the starlines plucked silently, and a bright orange light cast on the campfire, but the combustion effect that Jonah had expected did not materialize, and the "scorching starlight" cut the fire in half like a sharp blade, along with the pot on top of it, and stretched far away, plowing a long deep furrow of earth in the dark field.

The mushroom soup spilled, and the bonfire was completely extinguished. Jonah stayed there, and Toba was still snoring.

"Smack", Jonah was slapped on the back of the head, and Sibby glared: "What should I do if I want to cook supper?"

"I wanted to light the fire, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful. Jonah stammered as he explained.

"Big fart. Sibi snorted through his nose, "It's a little bit of a look." As a bonus, I'll tell you the second half of the story. ”

"The story of Jekong?"

"Nonsense. ”

"He's right next to him, isn't he?"

"it. ”

Sibi glanced at Yekong, who was sitting there, and said to himself:

Jekon hid underwater, waiting for the enemy to appear. He didn't know how long he had been waiting, but he suddenly felt the vibration of the water waves, and when he looked up from the bottom of the water, everything was distorted, and he could vaguely see a group of people running out of the tomb of Prince Moro, rushing towards the city gate with chaotic steps. There was a few plopping sounds, the lake above his head rippled peach, and a shiny thing slowly sank, and Jekong reached out to catch it, a severed—more like a sawn sword tip.

Yekong swung his sword to stir the water of the lake to rise rapidly, broke through the water with a bang, jumped high, and saw a lonely horse and a person on the road. A brown heavily armored war horse, on the saddle stood a one-armed general in iron armor, the one-armed man was putting his sword back into the sheath, and the corpses of the temple guards Garan and the warrior monks were sprinkled into a blood-colored fan.

Jekong gathered his body in the air and shot it like an arrow at the one-armed man. The one-armed man turned his back to him, but was fully aware of the Assassin's movements, and with a flash of lightning, the extremely long serrated knife drew a twisted half-arc, the swords intersecting with a crackling crunch, and Jekong staggered past him, the rusty sword slashing a dazzling spark on the opponent's heavy armor.

"Amaru Aja?" Yekong shouted as he turned around and took a defensive stance, wiping a handful of water from his face.

With a clang, the tip of Jekong's broken sword fell to the ground. The rusty sword failed to cut through the heavy armor, and the one-armed man turned around on horseback, his long knife trampled under his feet.

"It's me. His voice buzzed through the hideous iron mask, spewing hot air like a steaming kettle.

One of the seven demigod generals of the pagans infiltrated the assassination of the king alone, and Jekon trembled with fear and excitement. What better chance to give the regimental commander revenge than now? He bowed down, hid the broken sword behind him, his chest rising and falling slowly according to the secret breathing method of the Great Prajna Temple, every muscle trembling slightly, looking for the harmonious rhythm of movement of the Heavenly Dao.

"Who are you?" asked the legendary demigod general in charge of death, muttering a hot question.

"Nobody. Yekong exhaled and inhaled, gradually slowly, and gradually pressed his mind and physical energy into a circle in the dantian part.

Yamaru Aja didn't wait for him to gather momentum, the war horse raised its hooves and neighed and rushed towards the setting sun, and the demigod general stepped on the serrated long knife and steady, and his palm covered with sharp armor leaves was stretched out.

"Nine Lights...... King Ming's spear ...... "Yekong stepped on the marble road and moved forward like a shadow on the ground, suddenly threw the sword in the air, knotted the treasure and gave birth to the karma grinding seal, placed his left fist on the navel, and gave a wish with his right hand, and he could see that his right arm had accumulated a layer of golden red light and flame with amazing light and heat," ...... Shoot!" He pushed with his right hand, and a violent wind circle erupted in the air, and flames shot out like a spear.

"Zha!" Yamaru Aja's eyes shot black light behind the mask, his feet kicked down suddenly, the war horse broke his spine and sat to the ground with a scream, the demigod general jumped high with a serrated knife, and the Ming King's spear passed under his feet with a screech and shot into the clear sky.

"Nine Lights...... The treasure pestle ...... "Yekong straightened up, and the thunder of the heavenly drum sounded like a mudra," ...... Broken!" With a loud shout, a huge Vajra Demon Pestle appeared on his head, smashed down, "dong" like a drum, the center of the corridor was full of rubble, the waves were surging, the seven-foot-long white marble corridor was broken and sank to the bottom of the water, Yekong took two steps back with his toes, caught the long sword, stood by the broken bridge, and looked up.

The huge figure of Yamaru Ajia was in the air, and there was no way to use the strength to transfer it into the water, "Zha!" The demigod general volleyed in the air, and hot steam erupted from every crevice of the heavy armor, and he actually walked three steps in the void, grabbed the serrated long knife, and smashed it down with a fierce wind.

Yekong took two more steps back, and Yamaru Aja stepped heavily on the road with her left foot, trying to take another step and cut again, but the broken road could not support the collapse of his body, and the demigod general fell into the lake with the rubble, splashing a large wave. It was as if a piece of red-hot iron had entered the water, and the surface of the water was swelling with steam.

Jerkon was on guard with his sword. Twenty-seven Buddha statues watched the battle from the lake without saying a word. Jekon suddenly thought, the mage said yesterday that he had a glimpse with her today, where would she be now?

The lake exploded, and Amaru Aja stepped on the rubble and burst out of the water empty-handed, covered in steam, like a demon god in a furnace. It was at this moment that Yekong shouted and accelerated forward, and his spinning steps flashed, and the huge fist was nailed to the demigod general's back, and with all his energy and strength, he slashed at the neck of Amaru Aja.

Full of gods and Buddhas, bless me.

However, the gods and Buddhas did not open their eyes, and the long sword turned into broken iron in the clanging sound, and the enemy general's neck guard iron armor did leave deep scars, but that's all. In the next moment, Amaru Aja's one-arm grabbed his head and slammed him to the ground, and Jekong's eyes were black and red, spurting out a mouthful of steaming blood.