Chapter 133: The Deep Valley is a Mausoleum (I)
Snow and clouds passed under his feet, and the wind roared like a dragon, whistling in all directions.
Ling Hu Zhenzhen had a strange feeling for a while, and she had walked the same cloud and snow road and heard the same wind back then, but she was leaving, and she didn't know what a beautiful and mysterious future she was thinking about in her heart at that time.
If she had known that her fate was so ill-fated, she should never leave Juling Yutian, then there would be no Linghu Zhenzhen in this world. Uncle is right, her birth was exchanged for her dream life, and no one expected it.
What will she leave for herself?painful?sad?angry?powerless?
Whatever it is, she will also see the end.
The light and shadow are changing suddenly, so that the fox Zhenzhen suddenly feels the warm breeze of spring, several pink and white petals fall on the shoulder, in front of him is a villa located in the green mountains and clear water, the white walls and green tiles, sparse and open, pavilions and pavilions are readily available. Several rivers like thin silver dragons rise and fall along the mountain and coil in the village, and the cinnabar-colored wooden bridges are dotted on them, and the flowers and forests are long, and the sun is light, which is quiet and peaceful.
It was really an unexpected scene, she looked around, but saw an old man in cloth and straw shoes standing under the flower tree, and the wind was approaching him in all directions, it was the gentleman in the dream memory.
"The old man's name is Zhedan. He raised his hand to caress the wind that could not be snuggled, as if teasing a little pet, "The last bit of divine power left in the Great Wilderness for the gods to guard, Juling Yutian was born for this." ”
Emperor Nanhuang was finally able to enter this place, he couldn't suppress his excitement, stepped forward and whispered: "Fold Dan Immortal, send her dreams ......"
Zhedan Immortal waved his hand to interrupt his words, pointed to the depths of the villa, and said with a smile: "In addition to sending dreams, Juling Yutian also took in many ancient alien remnants of the Great Wilderness. ”
Emperor Nanhuang was silent, and the Zhedan Immortal looked at Linghu Zhenzhen again, looked at it carefully for a moment, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes: "Your eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as your mother, but you are really not a girl." ”
Ling Fox Zhenzhen said lightly: "Because I'm not a girl, I will die of sending dreams?"
The Zhedan Immortal didn't answer, he turned to Qin Xi again, looked at him deeply for a long time, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he said: "The old man will take you to the place where Jimeng used to live, and it just so happens that the things Xu Rui brought back are also there." ”
A cloud of wind wrapped everyone around, pulling the foreground to change again, but it was to the small courtyard when the dream left that day, the water was murmuring under the exquisite wooden bridge, and the immortal slowly crossed the bridge, and said: "Jimeng grew up here since childhood, Juling Yutian has no four seasons of scenery, and there is no complex landscape, she has always said that she wants to see a thousand mountains, travel thousands of waters, and the old man does not know if she has seen it." ”
As soon as he raised his hand, the closed door of the tiled house was pulled open by the wind, and the furniture in the house was half-new, half-old, and there was no dust at all. The lotus green bed tent is only half hooked, and there are a few women's clothes on the mattress, which are the old things that are sent to the dream.
"What she was like when she left, that's what it was like here, and the decay has never moved. ”
The Oridanan Immortal pointed to a small stone frame in the corner of the wall, on which lay a pitch-black stone the size of a human head, and a long wooden box.
This is the dream relic that Xu Rui brought back, and he returned to Juling Yutian that time, and he still held it in his arms