The girl in Tsing Yi snorted twice, spit out the weeds in her mouth, and raised her hand to rub her head.

The gust of wind just now made her brain buzz, and she had a headache, and her ears were like a lump of cotton, and it was difficult to listen to anything.

Fu Zhu took out his cochlea, and finally it was clear and clear, and the quiet sound of cicadas, birds, and frogs came into his ears one after another.

At the foot is a swamp of moist green vegetation that grows out of the water and covers it in a patch of green, with small flowers at intervals.

The brown insect struggled to leap from a round lotus to the shore, and finally disappeared into the grass.

Fu Zhu looked at the surrounding environment, a scene full of life, full of vitality, but I don't know where she was blown to, and where to go to find Sanqing.

The road under his feet was very difficult to walk, the grass was dense and the vines were entangled, but Fu Zhu was not willing to use the sword as a walking stick, and picked up a round and straight wooden stick to test the truth and reality.

With a bang, the wooden stick pestle hit the vine stone wall, and there was no way ahead.

Fu Zhu had to turn around and walk to the other side, still using a wooden stick to explore the way, but the pestle was empty.

She seemed to hear the sound of running water.

Fu Zhu drew his sword and cut off the lush green strips of vines in front of him, and a cave appeared in front of him, and the thin water at the entrance of the cave hung down, like a string of pearls.

The cave is extremely secretive, and on the entire cliff face, it is intertwined with vines and various green vines, blocking the entrance to the cave.

Fu Zhu stepped on the low stone at the entrance of the cave, climbed up, and as soon as he entered, he was greeted by a burst of coolness, shade in front of him, and the brilliant world outside, there was a strong sense of contrast.

But it's normal, the cave is already relatively shady, not to mention that there are so many emerald vine leaves to cover it.

Fu Zhu tilted his head to look outside, retracted his gaze, and observed the cave scene he had stumbled upon.

The cave is not very spacious, the stone walls are covered with moss, and the corners of the walls are covered with two-leaf bent aquatic plants.

A narrow ravine winds its way down the corner of the cave to the depths of the cave, and the water at the mouth of the cave hits the mouth of the cave and pours back into it.

Rune Bead placed the stick at the entrance of the cave and walked inside.

She didn't know how long she had been walking, and she hadn't reached the end yet, could it be that this cave led directly to the other side of the stone wall?

It was getting darker and darker, and the girl in Tsing Yi took out her horn palace lamp, and the stone cave suddenly brightened.

The ravine was still extending, but it bypassed a small pool, the size of two palms, but the eyes of the rune beads lit up.

Raise the Sword Spirit Spring!

There is actually a sword raising spirit spring here!

The corners of Fu Zhu's lips rose slightly, and she was in a very good mood, so she untied the frost and snow on her waist and put it aside. By the way, taking advantage of this effort, he held the palace lamp and looked at the stone cave.

Actually, there is nothing to see, but the rune beads just want to go around and kill time.

A faint light came out of the stone wall, and when you looked closely, it seemed as if it had never appeared.

"Huh?" The rune bead blinked, approached the stone wall, and touched the place where the ghostly light appeared just now, which was a little uneven, and then touched it carefully, like some kind of complex rune.

The palace lamp was attached to the stone wall, and the rune beads could see the carvings on the wall, but some of them were covered by moss, and the thumb and fingertips wiped off the moss before revealing the complete appearance of the runes.

The rune bead subconsciously wanted to find a pen and paper to draw it, but the rune was too complicated, and she was a little dazzled when she looked at it, and she made it wrong several times.

If Senior Sister Tianyue is here, it will definitely be perfectly reproduced. The girl was slightly deflated.

Raising his hand to copy the runes, there are yin carved parts, there are also yang carved parts, uneven, some awkward.

Fu Zhu exhaled, cheered up, determined to draw a few more times, looked down at the white paper, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

She can't draw well, why don't you just print a pair?

The girl smiled, took out the cinnabar from the storage bag, mixed it with water, painted the entire rune, and covered it with the end of the paper, feeling that the cinnabar was almost printed, and then took off the delicate white paper, compared it, and was very satisfied.

"But what was that glow just now?" Fu Zhu whispered.

The runes on the stone wall are stained with cinnabar and are very conspicuous.

Fu Zhu thought about whether to wipe it off, raised her hand to wipe the corner of the rune, her eyes were dark, a feeling of dizziness poured out of her mind, and she palpitated inexplicably, and then she appeared in a dark stone room.

Airplanes.

There was a sword vibration.

Fu Zhu came to his senses and found that Shuang Xueming, who was originally soaking in the pool of the Sword Raising Spirit Spring, also followed.

The inexplicable palpitations were like delusions.

The rune beads light the lamp and illuminate the stone chamber.

There is only one stone bed in the confined space, and there is a faint yellow jade pillow.

Somehow, Fu Zhu's first reaction was to think of the yellow sorghum pillow that Meng Xuezhou said.

So she lay down on the stone bed, pillowed on the jade pillow, and fell asleep. She tried it first, whether this was a yellow sorghum pillow, and if so, when she found Sanqing, bring her over.

Shuang Xueming leaned on the edge of the stone bed, guarding the girl in Tsing Yi.

The dim light gradually became brighter, as if from a claustrophobic cave, suddenly came to the world of the March sun, and the world was clear.

Fu Zhu looked at the "Frost Snow Ming" in his hand, whether it was the weight or the sword, they were very familiar, no different, hooked his lips and smiled.

She tentatively swung out a sword, and the sword qi rushed straight into the blue sky, looking up, the white clouds were slightly stunned, and they retreated and rowed away.

Fu Zhu stretched his body, danced the long sword, turned his body and swung his arms, his wrist rotated slightly, and picked a sword flower, feeling that it was not interesting, so he restored it step by step and collected the long sword.

What is the difference between practicing swords in a dream and practicing swords directly with her?

Fu Zhu withdrew and wanted to leave the Huangliang World, when a surprised voice came from his ears: "Huh? Are you leaving so soon? ”

The voice sounded young, lazy, careless, and full of loneliness, "Finally, someone has come to the Huangliang World, and before he can say a few words, he is leaving." ”

"Isn't it worth it to practice swords in your dreams?"

"Everyone else wants to dream big for three thousand years, and they can cultivate the supreme sword technique in their sleep, why are you so eager to leave?"

"I've never seen a sword technique just now, it's really strange."

The man said a long sentence in a row, and Fu Zhu looked up at the place where the voice came from, and a brilliant purple poured down from the clouds.

It seems that the wisteria is gently shaken.

Extremely beautiful.

A sentence came to Fu Zhu's mind, wisteria hangs on cloud trees, and flowers and vines are suitable for spring.

However, this "wisteria" is not hanging on cloud trees, but real white clouds.

The man propped his chin and looked lazily at the girl in green clothes under the clouds, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, was there something wrong with his clothes?

Why did she look at herself like that?

The man lowered his head, and some hurriedly sorted out his clothes, and Fu Zhu only felt that the wisteria flowers were swaying more beautifully.

Gathering her mind, the girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, remembering the man's previous words, and couldn't help asking, "Are there very few people who come to the Huangliang World?" ”

The man on the clouds stopped, "Of course there are very few, and not everyone in my yellow sorghum world can enter." ”

Fu Zhu blinked his eyes twice, very straightforward, "Didn't you hide this yellow pillow too tightly?" ”

Wisteria was stunned for a moment.

(End of chapter)