A few miles away from Luoyi Jing, there are also fields and villages, and the closer you get to the ruins of this ancient city, the more sparsely populated it becomes.

Wu Feng was strange in his heart, it was getting late at this time, he looked around, and saw that there was an old farmer wearing a thick cotton robe on the ridge not far from the farmhouse, sitting on the horse and smoking a dry cigarette, so he went up and asked: "Uncle, may I ask why this Luoyi Jing area has not recovered its vitality for so many years? And the closer you get to the ruins, the more desolate it becomes." ”

When the old peasant heard Wu Feng's words, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Housheng, you must not go to the ruins!

"Haunted?" Wu Feng wondered.

The old peasant said: "In the next life, you must have kung fu on your body, and you want to find some treasure? After Luoyi Jing was burned that year, many people went to move the bricks of the city wall and came back to build pigsty and build houses, and after ten days and a half months, all kinds of strange things happened frequently, and finally the whole family died, and the residence became a murderous house. Some people went deep into the city in broad daylight, but disappeared without a trace. Later, there were also samurai and even immortals who could play flying swords when they entered, and they didn't even bubble up and disappeared......"

When Wu Feng heard this, he understood why Luoyi Jing hadn't been rebuilt a little bit for so many years.

After Yang Qi's destruction, the Feng Shui Treasure Land has turned into a fierce place, locking up the ghosts and preventing them from entering the Netherworld. More than a million resentful spirits float in and around the city day and night, and of course, many of them are highly cultivated in their lifetimes, and once they have a ferocious attack, they will kill people. After ordinary samurai and cultivators enter, where can they save their lives?

Luoyi Jing has now turned into a real dead city!

At that moment, Wu Feng smiled and said, "Since that's the case, then I won't go." ”

The old peasant still said to himself: "You have to listen to the old man in the next life." Xiao Lao'er grew up here to be more than sixty years old, and I have seen a lot, when Yang Qi killed and plundered in a radius of hundreds of miles around here, Xiao Lao'er hid in the cellar and escaped, and later there were many wars in this area, all of which were seen by me, but it was not an ordinary village farmer who had not seen the world......"

"Alright, alright. Wu Feng perfunctory a few words to the old man, and then walked away.

The old man said he was well-informed. Certainly not a lie. However, the location he was in determined the depth of his vision, and he couldn't see the reason for what he saw with his own eyes.

In the Central Plains in winter, the air is dry. However, Wu Feng continued to approach the ruins of Luoyijing. I found that there was a thick fog in front of me, and the deeper I went, the thicker the fog became.

By the rising moonlight, Wu Feng relied on his excellent eyesight, and could faintly see a corner of the ruined city wall in the mist.

Wu Feng put down the white jade coffin. Yun Hailan was released.

"Aunt Yun, it's here. Wu Feng said.

Yun Hailan fell asleep in the coffin, closing the six senses, but she had already established a faint telepathy with Wu Feng, and when Wu Feng approached Luoyi Jing, she woke up and heard the conversation between Wu Feng and the old farmer.

Her current cultivation is not afraid of ghosts, but she knows that her relatives and friends have turned into fierce ghosts, and she is not allowed to be reborn. I can't help but feel more and more gloomy in my heart.

I saw her wide sleeves wave lightly, and the mist spread out a path like a knife splitting water.

Under the moonlight, the breeze blows, the withered grass shakes, and in the middle of it is the collapsed city wall.

Looking inward from the crack in the city wall, you can see the barren grass, but you can still faintly see the checkered streets.

At that time, the circumference of Luoyi Jing was nearly 100 miles, and there was a famous imperial flower garden Xiyuan outside the city, and the Xiyuan started from Bishan in the north. South to Yique Mountains, west to Xin'an County, 229 miles in the week. There are 16 courtyards built in it. Famous flowers and beautiful grasses, also cut as lotus in winter, artificial sea fairy mountain above the water surface more than 300 feet. Its extravagance and beauty are unprecedented.

There are no dense spiritual veins in the West Garden. Feng Shui was not destroyed by Yang Qi's slaughter of the city, although there were also a lot of corpses, but now it has gradually been reclaimed by the people into cultivated land, and only the area around the city has turned into a ghost.

Yun Hailan just saw the dilapidated scene of the city wall, and his face was already bleak. My heart is like a knife. For her, Luoyijing is not only the old garden, but also represents the lost era of the Great Wei Dynasty, and represents the endless lazy luxury. In the turbulent times of social change, the changes of the years are more and more regrettable.

The two walked side by side, about a foot apart, and entered the city through a gap in the wall.

After Yun Hailan cleared the fog, the moonlight fell from the sky, illuminating this piece brightly.

There was no snow in the ruined city, but the dead grass and shrubs had grown unscrupulously for forty years, hiding the ruins of the houses, and only a few broken bricks and tiles could be seen, and some wooden pillars that had not decayed for years, leaving the charred black of the fire.

On the ground, you can still see a lot of broken bluestone in the dirt. The roads in the city once extended in all directions, all of which were paved with bluestone.

Suddenly, there was a faint shadow floating in the corner, and the sad wind suddenly rolled up, and there was a faint ghost chirping in it, tearing the heart.

Yun Hailan screamed, the sound was like a crack, and the jade fingers were sharp, as if they were going to tear the space, only to hear a tremor, the sad wind stopped in an instant, and the shadow disappeared for a moment.

She did not speak, but walked on, and the weeds and shrubs that stood in the way crumbled silently in the fluttering of her clothes, opening a path for her, but the crumbs drifted to the sides in a regular manner, without staining her clothes in the slightest.

Wu Feng didn't know what cultivation she had recovered, but he understood that with such cultivation, it would only take about twenty rounds to kill a master of Deng Aihou's level.

If Yun Hailan is asked to make a move, even if he wants to assassinate Deng Aihou, it will not be difficult.

But Wu Feng never intended to do so. First of all, Deng Aihou is not too bad, although Wu Feng covets the industry of Iwakura, he is not ready to ask for Deng Aihou's life, and secondly, the seizure of power is not something that can be done with a single assassination, with Wu Feng's identity, if Deng Aihou and his faction are not completely defeated through a coup d'état, how can it be possible to take the throne?

And a single master, in the face of the tactics launched by the soldiers, is no opponent. The reason why the mysterious man was able to slaughter the Valley of Forgotten Sorrow alone, firstly, the warriors of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrow lacked training and did not know how to use tactics to fight against the masters, and suffered various defeats, and secondly, the Valley of Forgotten Sorrow did not have a systematic defense system, which led to being broken by the murderers who committed crimes at night.

Walking forward with Yun Hailan, Wu Feng quietly listened to her footsteps, and maintained a coordinated tacit understanding with her in her steps.

At this time, Yun Hailan walked through the ruins under the moon, with a ghostly temperament, as if incarnated into a ghost. However, she was born from death, and she is the figure between the netherworld and the yang world.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Yun Hailan sighed faintly, even though after forty years of sleep, the city had been reduced to ruins when she returned home, but she could still remember the countless familiar roads and houses, and recall what each location used to look like.

This feeling is even more terrifying than the legendary dream of ten thousand years, a dream of ten thousand years, everything is gone, but you can start a new life. And like her, it seems that the age is not long ago, and there are traces of history to follow, but in an instant, everything familiar has turned into ruins, and she is bound in it, and it is difficult to get out.

Wu Feng heard her faint sigh and couldn't help but turn his head to look at her side face. The moonlight hit her pretty face, reflecting the faint sadness, and the more her skin was as white as ice, there was a heart-wrenching beauty. (To be continued.) )