The lake on the Little Thumb Peak is arched by the stars, the houses are like stars, and the bright and moving woman is that little starlight, and it is no wonder that this lake, which is also called Little Thumb, will appear every full moon on the same day in March.

January is the moon in the sky, January is the moon in the water, and another month is the moon in the hearts of those starlight stars around the lake.

The Little Thumb Lake is like a piece of jade jade, inlaid in the most suitable place, the smoke is vast, and the weather is clear.

The jasper-like lake was shrouded in a misty white fog at this time, the fairy grass was sparse, the rare birds did not move, the little thumb lake was as quiet as Shen Bi, and it seemed that the fairy covering her face was taking a nap.

"Po-"

The lake was cut open, and the slight splash broke the silence.

The sky is faint, in this silence, like white silk in the mist there is a figure floating in the lake, under the feet of an old turtle, the tortoise shell is cracked, the veins on it are also blurred, the aura is completely gone, it turns out that it has been dead for a long time.

The strange thing is that this old turtle, who has been dead for many years, is like a living thing, with its fan-like limbs paddling in the water, carrying the woman on its back through the fog and slowly moving forward.

The breeze blows on her face, the green silk moves slightly, forming a knot with the same appearance as the water waves, the woman on the turtle's back has a slender waist, graceful and graceful, and the breeze is coming, she is wearing a blue shirt but only does not move, just like the frosty face, the eyebrows are cold, and the eyes are ruthless.

It's hard to imagine that a person with such a pair of eyes would hold the person in his arms so tightly, and his fingers are white, as if he loosened a little, and the person in his arms would turn into a puddle of water and slip away between his fingers.

It was strange enough that the dead old turtle came back to life, but what was even stranger was the person it was carrying on its back.

Little Thumb Peak is a girl's peak, and it shouldn't be strange to have a woman, but the two on the turtle's back, one holding the other, except for this little difference, everything else seems to be carved out of a mold.

"Sister, you're confused again. Although the woman standing on the turtle's back was reprimanding, her eyebrows softened a little, and when she stepped down, the old turtle, who had been walking in the fog for many miles, suddenly remained motionless, and his limbs hung weakly in the water.

I don't know what caused her dissatisfaction, and with a cold snort, the surrounding fog condensed for a while, as if it was frozen.

With one step, the old turtle, which had been dead for many years, was suddenly hit by a great force, piercing to the bottom of the lake like an arrow, and the woman holding the moon in the water jumped up, her blue clothes fluttering, like a jumping elf, and fell into the deeper fog ahead.

"Goo-dong"

When the water broke sound, she actually held the moon in her arms and sank to the bottom of the lake together.

The two of them fell straight down, stabbing to the bottom of the lake, and strong pressure was squeezing from all directions, if they were ordinary people, they would definitely be bleeding from the seven orifices, and they could not bear the heavy load.

The water is pitch black, and mortals can't see it clearly with the naked eye, but the woman holding the moon in the water in her arms obviously doesn't belong to this list, and her divine sense scans all directions, and everywhere she goes, all the changes are in her heart.

"Sister, every time I sink under this little thumb lake, I feel a little familiar and a little strange. She was slightly distracted, as if she had thought of something from the past.

Hidden under the bright light of the lake is a ruined wall, like the remains of many palaces, long dilapidated and haphazardly piled up in one place.

"Chu Nuan, you are at the bottom of this lake again. Shui Zhongyue paused, as if he was too anxious, to slow down a little, "You are still that urgent, can't you wait for two days?"

At this time, the moon in the water was held in her arms by Chu Nuan in her mouth, and Chu Nuan stretched out a light curtain with her true qi, enveloping the figures of the two people.

This woman who is called Chu Nuan by the moon in the water, and also called the moon in the water as her sister, but she has no water as her surname, and she is Wang Chu Nuan.

In fact, Shui Zhongyue is not called by this name, she is also surnamed Wang, and she is Wang Chuqing.

"Sister, you forgot again," Wang Chunuan frowned slightly, only scanning the dark bottom of the lake with his divine sense, not looking at the moon in his arms, "I said a long time ago, you are not allowed to call me by this name." ”

seems to be a conversation that has been repeated several times,

is named Chu Qing, but his face is not sunny at all, but some sickly and pale people said, "Then what should I call you?"

Wang Chunuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Shui Zhongyue, it's good to be the same as you." ”

"I don't think it's good. ”

"What's wrong?"

Wang Chuqing chuckled, but at the end he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

I don't remember how many years ago - maybe it was very close, but I just don't remember, the Wang family lost a fire, and it simply burned two moons.

There is no sunshine and no warmth, and the moon is watched in the water.

At this time, a corpse emerged from the large ruins, and with the fluctuation of the current, it floated to the side of the Wang sisters.

These corpses are vivid and lifelike, men and women of all shapes, black hair surging with the current, faces reflecting a miserable blue light at the bottom of the dark lake, and a strange evil moon hangs in the hall, from lack to full, from white to black.

Wang Chunuan not only did not help his sister wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth, but put Chu Qing down, grabbed a corpse without fear, looked up and down and raised her hand to cover the evil moon between her eyebrows, as if she was feeling something, and only let go of her hand after a while, letting the corpse drift behind her.

"Chu Nuan, I always wonder, even if it is for Cangxia Yimu Roll, is this method a little too ......" Wang Chuqing stood up, but there was a palm print on his pale face.

Jiang Li didn't have half of his face, he was full of anger and resentment, and the palm fan was extremely heavy.

Wang Chunuan sneered and said, "What's too bad? Cruel and cruel? You can scold if you want, if I don't be cruel to them, others will be cruel to us." The deadline given by him is coming up, don't you want to taste the taste of being unable to die?"

As he spoke, Wang Chunuan stretched out his hand and stroked Wang Chuqing's half of Wang Chuqing's face with bright red palm prints, his eyes were full of pity and distress, but his words were very vicious, "She is really heavy enough, it seems that she hates me to the core, and after the matter is completed, I still want to leave their sisters two cheap lives, but now it seems that it will not work." Sister, does it still hurt?"

Wang Chuqing held the hand that touched his cheek, only felt the ice soaked in the bones, and said, "It doesn't hurt too much." This time it was also a beating for you, and that white fox was also interesting, and he could really blend into the ancient spirit and want to come to you for revenge. ”

The Wang sisters walked at the bottom of the dark lake, beside them were ruins and broken walls, floating corpses were floating, and the figures of the two revealed a strange feeling, as if they were visitors from the underworld.

"Revenge?" Wang Chunuan heard this, and laughed rarely, "It's because she is unladylike, what does it have to do with me?" Sister, why do you care about the idea of a beast, if you want her to be born, if you want her to die, she will die." I guess she still doesn't know that the man she loves has already been refined into a puppet by me, so she will be a watchdog on our Wuyue Peak. ”

Wang Chuqing's eyes showed a look of worry, and she sighed in her heart, Wang Chunuan is not this kind of character, but she can make people by creation, and she can't even get out of herself, where can she help her sister.

Wang Chunuan pulled the frowning Chu Qing with his lotus root arm, and explained with a smile: "Sister, why bother, there must be an innate magic method in the Cangxia Yimu Scroll, which can help us get out of the way and no longer be driven by human constraints." ”

She didn't know what Wang Chuqing was worried about.

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The morning light is faint, the leaves are withered and walk quickly, shuttling through the dense forest, and the night seems to be particularly favored by this dense forest, leaving a few inches of gray, and still refusing to retreat.

Ye Ku sighed in a low voice: "This ancient spirit is now a golden jade and a ruined one, but I don't know how long this apparent peace can be maintained?" I think what are I doing here, or should I remember where Shangguan Xuanqing went, hey, I am running around for women like this, but it will delay a lot of cultivation." ”

Little Thumb Peak is wrapped in a cloud of mist all year round, and as soon as the cloud and mist are near, it is already about to get out of this peak.

"Brush Brush Brush"

Suddenly, several Xuan Ice Sword Qi broke through the air and came straight towards Ye Ku.

There was a chill in the forest, and the dew drops on the leaves were condensed into ice crystals by this sudden cold, which dripped clearly and clicked.

Ye Ku sighed lightly, and did not enter the object, only twisted his body, and twisted these sword qi away, and in the rumbling sound behind him, several towering ancient trees that had grown for an unknown number of years were cut in half, and fell to the ground with a bang, and a layer of ice formed on the incision, and the cold was pressing.

"It's really a bit capable, no wonder so many people couldn't catch you yesterday. You also know that such a popular path will delay your cultivation. ”

There was a sneer in the forest in front of me, and I saw a tall figure walking out of the forest, with a sky blue scabbard floating on his side, cold as ice, it was the senior sister who escorted Ye Ku and everyone all the way from Ning'an to Gu Ling, Xun Mei.

Xun Mei saw Ye Ku, and she was also slightly slight, and she felt a little unbelievable in her heart, the last time Zhang Youhu trespassed on Little Thumb Peak, and the person on the road from Ning'an to Guling was not serious, but Ye Ku didn't look like a person who could do such a ridiculous thing.

Knowing people and knowing faces but not knowing their hearts, Ye Ku is even more disdainful than a real villain like Zhang Youhu, and secretly spits, the sword light on Xun Mei's side suddenly became a little colder, the green leaves are frosty, the dew is condensed, and it is cold and difficult to flow.

Ye Ku shuddered for no reason, only to feel that Xun Mei's gaze at him was too cold, "Senior Sister Xun, I ......"

"Shut up!"

The water blue sword qi was crossing, and the sky was full of ice chips!

Xun Mei was angry in her heart, and shouted: "You have bad conduct and do things absurdly, and you are embarrassed to call me this senior sister?!"

This girl is a jealous and hateful character, she can't rub a little sand in her eyes, if it weren't for the friendship between her and Ye Ku, the love of life and death would have stabbed him with a sword, piercing him through his heart.

Ye Ku shook his head secretly and turned back. He admired this senior sister a little, but looking at this posture, it seemed that Xun Mei didn't intend to give him a chance to explain.

"Stop!"

Xun Mei saw Ye Ku fleeing, she only thought that this person still had a little conscience, a few inches of cheek, and still knew how to put the word shame down, but it was categorically impossible to just let Ye Ku leave.

With a flick of his fingers, the azure scabbard turned into a streamer and shot away, not seeking to hurt anyone, but only to knock Ye Ku to the ground, and the true qi on the scabbard would freeze him in ice, and he couldn't get out.

"Whew"

There was a starlight flashing, and the flying sword that Xun Mei popped out suddenly condensed in mid-air, and the seven stars sealed the sword momentum, shining brightly.

"Senior sister, be merciful. ”