The shadows of the moon are heavy, the shadows of the trees are heavy, the wind is rustling, there is a nightmare whispering, there seems to be a dark fragrance floating in the fog of the four fields, and it is drowsy, and the people in it can't tell the direction at all.

The tangled branches twisted into terrifying shadows with each other, like countless pairs of ghostly hands reaching out of hell.

The stars in the sky were distant and unfamiliar, dim and dull, and could not show her direction.

No matter how you walk or which direction you go, the forest in front of you seems to have been wiped out by the fog, and it will still return to its original place when you turn around.

The half-dead old dead tree in front of me had been seen many times.

It can be seen that she has been spinning in place and has not found an exit.

She stopped, slowed down her breathing, suppressed the anxiety in her heart, stopped walking blindly and wasting her strength, and began to think about it.

She seems to have strayed into the maze of guarding the mountain, but the artificial formation is nothing more than to defend and block, there should always be traces to follow, and there is something to get out of the doorway.

It's a bit of a struggle.

She pondered for a moment, then took a snow-white handkerchief from her bosom and threw it lightly.

The silk handkerchief is light, rising in the wind, like a butterfly flapping its wings, soaring and then falling lightly.

She stared thoughtfully at the veil that had slowly fallen under the roots of the dead tree that had passed several times.

My heart moved, and I felt as if I had caught some clues.

She walked briskly over and picked up the handkerchief, and threw it several times in a different direction.

As she thought, without exception, no matter how she threw it, the square veil would always float slowly in the direction of the dead tree, falling near the roots, as if the dead tree had an inexplicable suction on the veil.

It's nothing like this, but if it's like this every time, it must be different.

Having collected the veil, she walked around the dead tree, contemplating in thought.

This is a maze, no one exerts force, and the veil can always flutter in one direction, but there is only one reason - air flow.

It is the wind that blows off the veil, and if there is wind, there will inevitably be an outlet!

She touched the side of her waist, and the silver light was like the moon, breaking through the world and shining brightly.

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The snow was like a spiritual snake, and it neatly split the dead tree in front of it, and after it was torn apart, the thousand illusions in front of him also dispersed like clouds of smoke.

She didn't know the art of Qimen Dunjia, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to get out of this maze for a long time, she could only use a small method to find the clue and forcibly break the formation by force.

As the array dissipated, the surrounding nightmare receded and returned to normal space.

The sky was still dark, the deep night was like ink, and the lush forest was restored to the way it had been when it had first stepped in, leaving nothing but silence, no longer eerie and ghostly.

She looked at the stars in the sky and estimated the time at that time, and secretly regretted that she had been walking around the forest for nearly an hour.

The faint fragrance on the tip of her nose was still there, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, only to feel a little weak, she wanted to go up the mountain directly, but she really couldn't take a step, so she picked up a vacant space under the tree and sat down.

A moment of rest loosened her tense nerves, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally out of the maze on the mountain, it would not be good if it was delayed for too long.

She didn't sit for long when she suddenly noticed something was wrong.

The forest was so quiet that there was not even the sound of the wind, but she was horrified to realize that there seemed to be the sound of someone else breathing besides her.

However, as far as the eye could see, there was no one.

I couldn't see the human figure, but the strange appearance became more and more intense, and among the shadows of the trees, there was a line of sight like a net, looking at her with malicious intentions.

That person is in the dark, his identity is unpredictable, it is difficult to distinguish friend from foe, and he must not act rashly if he is not sure.

She carefully took her breath lightly, and instead of standing up recklessly, she quietly closed her eyes to catch the fluctuations of internal forces in the air.

There is no sound of footsteps, there is no movement, if you are not as light as a swallow, it is covered by internal force, and there will inevitably be fluctuations in internal force.

Where is it?

Where is that sight hidden?

Her eyes were clearly closed, but everything around her was like a picture scroll unfolding in front of her eyes, grass and trees, wind and moon flowing, as if she had touched it.

After searching for a moment, she was shocked in a cold sweat.

Got it!

Turning his head sharply, he met an upside-down face.

I have to say that she was as cold as her, and at that moment, she was also scared.

The gaze had been silently following her, no more than half a foot away.

Suppressing an exclamation in her throat, she quickly got up on guard, and when she pulled away, she saw that it was a young man hanging upside down in a tree.

The corners of the light cyan clothes are upside down, like a leaf that is about to fall, and a pair of clear eyes, black and white.

The man was not alarmed when he was discovered, he slowly turned over and sat back on the trunk of the tree, holding his chin and asking lazily questions.

"Who is so bold as to break into my confusion?"

Hearing this, she calmed down, listening to this question, she claimed to be a person from the mountains, maybe she broke through the maze to investigate, so there was no danger.

I wanted to explain a few words, but I still didn't know how to speak, so I had to say a name to the young man.

"Huh?" the young man's expression changed slightly, and he seemed to repeat it silently after her.

"Please see Mr. Forgetfulness. ”

The young man scratched his head, thought for a moment and said, "Then you come with me!"

Just about to walk, she only felt weak and weak, and almost fell, the young man reached out to help her just right, and he didn't know what he touched from his waist, and patted her forehead gently, a cool touch.

The feeling of fatigue and fatigue suddenly receded, and his whole body became lighter.

She stood up straight, staring at him with a grim expression, and the young man in the green shirt raised an eyebrow, "You won't fail to notice, will you?" ”

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She narrowed her eyebrows and followed the man, stepping into the legendary Medical Immortal Mountain for the first time.

The bamboo building hidden in the fog and shadow of the mountains and forests did not see much luxury, however, the fog is hazy, the mountains and rivers are connected, and the artistic conception is floating and extraordinary.

A bluestone path runs through it, hidden in the depths.

The young man walked briskly and led her on the bluestone path, and the forests on both sides of the path were still lush and green, and there were many field crops.

Is this where Zhu'an has lived since childhood?

It's otherworldly and worldly, and it's a little subtle in its contradictions.

No wonder it can raise a temperament like Zhu'an, which is indeed a prosperous place to escape from the world.

The dew and grass were refreshing, and the restless heart along the way suddenly settled down a lot, and she lowered her head and hooked the corners of her mouth very lightly.

Suddenly, I heard the young man who led the way say without looking back: "I look at you, you should smile more, with a cold face, like an ice lump, you have failed a good skin." ”

She was startled, and quickly retracted her expression, and her eyes rose.

The boy paused, shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, and continued to walk forward.

She has always spoken very little, and the young man looks like he likes to talk, and he has to give up when he meets her temperament, and the two of them have nothing to say all the way.

I thought it was still early, and I was still resting, but when she entered the bamboo building, an old man with a strong spirit and detached temperament was already sitting at the stone table in the courtyard.

The back is inexplicably a little lonely.

I don't know why, staring at a piece of letterhead in my hand in a daze.

Seeing her come in, he gently raised his eyes and glanced at her.

The eyes are like a deep valley and a clear spring, not contaminated with half of the world, but full of compassion.

It is like the Nine Heavens God Buddha, towering over the clouds and looking down on all beings.

About to reach the realm of such a virtuous and respected medical immortal, mortals who are floating in the rolling red dust will also become detached.

It makes people sincerely marvel at his full bearing.

"Since you broke my formation, then girl, tell me what happened to break into my mountain gate?"

The girl knelt down straight, and although her tone was not half flattering, it was not bad for respect.

"Little girl Shuhua, the current head of the Jinling Liu family, please forget Mr. Forget to go out of the mountain!"