The 10,000-year-old isolation of the Middle-earth Continent from the outside world, although it was not intentional by Bihua, it was also inseparable from her.

As the author of this book, I have to take responsibility for the leaks I poked.

The storm that she encountered in the Western Sea without warning brought her to Middle-earth, perhaps it was the arrangement of the Heavenly Dao in the underworld.

It may be said that there will be some suspicions of self-esteem, but Bihua does have a new goal, that is, to go down the mountain and enter the world, resolve the situation that the human race has been burdened by demons for a long time in the mouth of the snake demon, and find a way to unlock the seal on the stormy sea.

This goal is too far away, with her current meager strength, she may not be able to achieve it in her lifetime, and it is not even known whether she can return to the immortal cultivation realm.

But there must always be some lofty goals in life, and striving for the goals is not a trip to this world in vain.

The snake demon was stunned for a while, unable to speak.

After a long time, the snake demon came back to his senses, forcibly pretended to be not weaker than her, and said proudly: "Don't worry, I'm a big demon, so I won't rob the treasure of this little thing." ”

"And this little thing has attracted you plague god, and I can't drive it away, and even if it comes to me now, I don't want to keep it anymore. ”

He snatched the silver ring and hid it behind him rarely.

"That's good. Bihua smiled indifferently and tossed an old booklet to the snake demon.

The snake demon spread out the booklet and looked at it, his face was distorted for a moment, and he frowned: "I don't recognize what you have written on it." ”

"You don't need to read directly with the naked eye, you close your eyes, hold your breath, and inject your divine consciousness into it......"

Bihua taught the snake demon how to absorb the information in the book with his divine sense, and when he saw the snake demon with his eyes closed, immersed in the content of the book, he turned his eyes away rather boredly.

After all, the mountain is solid, even if there is a huge earthquake, there is no large-scale collapse on the top, except for the water on the ground mixed with rocks, the mess, the dome above is still dark and dreary.

Fortunately, I don't have to compensate him for a settling-in fee.

Well, as for the ruins on the ground...... She's just an ordinary mortal now, so it's up to the snake demon to clean it up herself.

Bihua thought calmly, glanced back at the snake demon, and felt that he was of little use here, and he was depressed in the cave, so it was better to go out.

So she hugged Xiao Roll, followed by the lyre flying out of thin air, and walked in the direction of the exit of the cave without hurrying.

When she came, the deep and winding passages shook some places, and it took a lot of effort for Bihua to clear the way, go up the cave door, and return to the stone platform where she came.

finally came out, and Bihua spontaneously gave birth to a sense of separation.

The light suddenly returned, and the sun shone down from the crack above the cliff, shedding a thousand rays of light.

There was no light in the cave, and when I came out, it was already early in the morning of the next day.

The vast clouds on the edge of the cliff are surging and flowing, and the golden morning sun gilds the sea of clouds with a layer of gold.

The crystal morning dew drips down from the green vine leaves and falls on the palm of Bihua's hand, fresh and slightly cool.

Little Rolling was tired of playing in the cave, and he would lie down in her arms and fall asleep.

The lyre has been locked up in the jade room for nearly 10,000 years, and as soon as it came out, the body of the piano was so excited that it rushed out uncontrollably and flew out of the cliff to chase those scattered clouds.

Her magic weapon was so undisciplined, but Bihua didn't have any displeasure, she could understand its excitement and let it play by itself.

Infected by the pleasure transmitted to her by the Yuan Ling of the piano body, her mood is also open and comfortable at the moment.

Bihua sat on the edge of the cliff to rest, holding the sleeping little roll in her arms, stroking the soft fluff on its body without a match, watching the clouds on the edge of the sky comfortably, the wind on the edge of the cliff blew her hair, quite a comfortable and leisurely artistic conception.

The lyre is flickering far and near, sometimes rushing into the blue sky, sometimes swooping down the sea of clouds, flying far away, and turning back again.

It spotted a flock of birds in the distance and curiously wanted to fly with them, not considering that its massive body would disturb them.

It sneaks in and tries to blend in with the birds, but disrupts the birds' neat procession and causes them to scatter in all directions.

Bihua looked at the lyre, and suddenly on a whim, she said to it:

"I don't know what your name is, but since you recognize me as Lord, I should always give you a name. ”

The lyre was still flying in the clouds, but when she heard her words, it quickly returned to Bihua's side like lightning, and obediently crossed her knees, and the strings made a trilling sound or two excitedly.

"What's your name, do you have a favorite name?" Bihua mused.

She is really named an incompetent star, otherwise she would not be lazy, and give the male and female protagonists a compound surname to make up the number of words.

I faintly felt the emotions from the lyre Yuanling, which meant that it didn't know either, so it could be taken casually.

The magic weapon Yuan Ling re-confessed to the Lord, like a new life, all the past and all the past, all of which have become the past, and the name is the same.

Bihua was entangled for a moment and said, "Then I will call you ......"

Knowing that it was about to have a new name, the lyre lit up the moon stone at the head of the piano in anticipation, and suddenly the light was bright, and under the rising sun, there was no loss of color, like a bright moon, exuding a soft and bright brilliance.

"Rinse ice and snow, why don't you call you snow. ”

Bihua saw its moonlight reflecting the snow, and suddenly had an inspiration.

Ahem, it's a bit shameful to say, she has a title that someone else has given her, and that's it.

Her sword name is Shubing, and the jade peaks are covered with snow all the year round, and people are like snow spirits cast by ice souls, so she has this title.

Bihua couldn't think of any good name for a while, but with the Shubing Sword and the name of the piano, she saved the effort of renaming it.

"Mao Xueqin, it sounds good, what do you think?" Bihua asked softly as she plucked the strings.

The lyre did not know what was in her mind, nor did she know that her name was left over from another sword, but she felt that it was very pleasant to the ear and befitting its person, and the strings immediately made a cheerful chord sound, and she was very pleased with the new name.

"Alright, Wet Snow, have you had enough, we should go too. ”

After resting for a while, feeling that the time was almost up, Bihua recalled Mao Xueqin, grabbed the green vine branches hanging from the edge of the cliff when she came, and prepared to climb up.

Suddenly, there was a sound in the cave behind him, the sound of scales quickly cutting across the ground.

The basilisk emerges from the hole.

He hurried out of the cave, panting, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Bihua had not left yet.

He said a little awkwardly, "I thought you were gone." ”

Bihua looked back and saw that it was a snake demon, stopped what she was doing, and said in surprise: "We are about to leave, what's the matter, is there anything else to do with Daoyou." ”

As soon as the snake demon heard her words, he hurriedly said, "Why did you leave, you also promised me to give me alchemy." ”