Jiu Yu hurriedly stepped forward, handed over the jade flute to Jiu Su's hand, and whispered something, Jiu Su half-opened his eyes, but he couldn't hear it really, as if it was related to the demon soul, and wanted to ask, but he couldn't open his mouth, the scenery in front of him changed suddenly, and the worried faces of Jun Qian and the others suddenly appeared, as if they wanted to tell her something, but Jiu Su was dark, and finally fainted weakly.

This sleep seemed to have been asleep for a long time, Jiu Su was lying on her back on the ground, surrounded by a silver-white world, and she was living scene after scene like a marquee in her mind, people she didn't know were talking and laughing, she felt strange, but she felt familiar.

The ears were very noisy, there was the sound of the piano, there were the voices of men and women talking, as if they were talking about some stone statues, keys and the like, Jiu Su felt that she should know something, but she couldn't think of it at all, she seemed to be lying on the ground, and it was like floating in the air, Jiu Su's eyes were half open, there was a blurry scene in front of her, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, she felt so tired, so tired that she couldn't lift her fingers.

There was a flute in her hand that she got out of nowhere, she couldn't see it, but she knew that it was a jade flute, with a gold pendant, and Juan Xiu's small characters wrote a very beautiful poem, which was a very beautiful flute, and there was such a flute in her consciousness, which was given by a very beautiful woman. Jiu Su had never seen the flute in his hand, but he knew in his heart that this was the flute that someone had given him and was holding his heart.

Jiu Su felt that she was going to sleep like this, she was so tired, her lips were chapped, she couldn't open her mouth, her dry eyes couldn't open but she couldn't close them, forever looking at that half inch of blurry time.

"Su Su?" The man's vague voice came, flickering far and near, one by one, lingering in his ears, Jiu Su slowly rolled his eyes, trying to prop up his upper eyelashes, and suddenly had the desire to open his eyes in his heart.

"Sister Xiao Su, wake up soon......" The girl's anxious voice followed, her voice was very crisp and sweet, very comfortable to listen to, and very familiar.

Outside the dream, Jun Qian and his party have arrived at the center of the Phantom Palace, and the Tiannü Temple is the last journey of the Phantom Palace. After the statue of the Heavenly Maiden was broken, Zhaoxi found a small bamboo knot wrapped in spiritual light in the rubble, Zhaoxi tried to shake the bamboo knot, and sure enough, he found that the bamboo knot was hollow, and it took a lot of effort to open the bamboo knot, and found that the bamboo knot was sealed with a piece of parchment, and some dense small characters were written on the paper.

The glyph is very strange, Zhaoxi has never seen that kind of font, Zhaoxi scratched her head, looking at it, looking at it backwards, no matter how she can't see the reason, she turned around and looked down, and saw Jun Qian, who was squatting next to Jiu Su, looked at the parchment in his hand, and said in a low voice: "There are so many brothers and sisters, Brother Jun Qian should be the most powerful and knowledgeable, ask Brother Jun Qian, maybe you will know." ”

Jun Qian didn't know what Zhao Xi was thinking and what he was thinking, his mind was full of Jiu Su's affairs, and now although the Xuan Ming Fire beside Jiu Su was dispersed, the power of Su Qin in the meridians had not yet retreated, and the whole person was lying on the ground, as if he was out of breath and less in breath.

"Su Su," Jun Qian frowned and whispered, even though his lips were slightly white, he still tried to instill spiritual power into Jiu Su's body, although the effect was not ideal, but it was finally integrated, which made Jun Qian slightly relieved. Thinking of Jiu Su's appearance when he was surrounded by the fire of the Xuan Ming, Jun Qian's lips pursed lightly, his thoughts were very chaotic, he didn't know what to do, he just hoped that it was not what he thought, feeling that Jiu Su's hands were getting colder and colder, Jun Qian's heart was beating wildly, and he hurriedly called one by one, hoping that she could hear it and wake up in the weaving nightmare.

"Sister Xiao Su!" As if realizing that the situation was not quite right, Zhao Xi held the parchment in his hand, and ran over quickly, frowning and calling, "Sister Xiao Su, wake up quickly, Zhao Xi is so worried about you, and Brother Jun Qian, Sister Hollyhock, and Sister Nanxing will definitely be worried about Sister Xiao Su, everyone is very worried, please wake up quickly." Zhaoxi held the corners of his clothes with both hands, knelt beside Jiu Su, and said one after another.

Jiu Su was lying on the ground on his back like that, the ups and downs of his heart became smaller and smaller, and he was getting slower and slower, Zhao Xi bit his lower lip and bit the corner of his lip without knowing it, Zhao Xi frowned and whispered: "Sister Xiao Su, what did you dream about, Zhao Xi also wants to know, Sister Xiao Su, wake up quickly, tell Zhao Xi to listen to it." ”

Hollyhock frowned, slowly lowered his head, his eyes were slowly moistened, wiped away the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, raised his head and laughed softly: "What are you all talking about, Jiu Su will have nothing to do, you are like life and death, if Jiu Su wakes up and knows, he will not discuss with you, and he will not keep it secret for you." ”

Jun Qian shook his head and chuckled lightly when he heard this, held Jiu Su's cold hand, and said slowly: "Miss Hollyhock is right, Su Su will definitely be fine, but she is a little sleepy." ”

Zhaoxi nodded in agreement, and then suddenly remembered the matter of the parchment, raised his eyes to look at the pale Jun Qian, hesitated, bit his lower lip, as if he had made up his mind, and said loudly: "Brother Junqian, Zhaoxi found this in the eyes of the stone statue." As he spoke, he opened his palms and placed them in front of Jun Qian.

"What is this," Jun Qian paused for a moment, then reached out and took the sweat-soaked parchment, and when he opened it, he was dizzy at the dense handwriting inside, frowned and thought for a moment, and said in a low voice, "If you guess correctly, what is recorded here should be the score of Xiao Qu." There is a record of this part in the "Ancient Records of the Six Realms". ”

"The score of Xiao Qu?" Zhao Xi pouted and scratched his head, frowned and muttered, "Why do you want to give a score, Zhao Xi doesn't have any Xiao either." ”

"Xiao," Jun Qian muttered, suddenly remembering the jade flute obtained in that confused place, and his heart was shocked, the design of this phantom palace was so ingenious, if he hadn't received the jade flute, he would have been trapped here and couldn't get out. Thinking like this, he sank down a little, and took out the jade flute he got that day from the Qiankun bag.

"Jun Gongzi will also blow the flute?" the corners of Hollyhock's eyes twitched, remembering the fake Jun Qian he met when he was in the Lost Garden, he originally thought that the jade flute was the point of identification, but he didn't expect Jun Qian to really know how to blow the flute.

Jun Qian smiled lightly when he heard this, and said softly: "I know a little bit about it." Then put the jade flute to his lips, Zhaoxi raised the parchment and stood in front of Jun Qian, Jun Qian bowed his head to signal, and then his fingers moved lightly, and the sound of the flute was melodious.