No matter how strong a man is, when he is about to face death, he will not be much stronger than those cowards they are not used to, no one wants to die, this is also the reason why countless monks and martial artists practice, although there is a lot of suffering in the world, but it still makes people nostalgic.

Chen Yue and a group of men who were idle in the sword department did not expect that the sissy surnamed Cai would have such a fierce day, and the five hundred heavy armor army was not spotless, and the sissy surnamed Cai was such a sissy, wherever he was, it was all made fun of, and his cowardly and bullying character naturally did not dare to argue with the people who made fun of him, but no one thought that it was such a cowardly and sissy man surnamed Cai who dared to attack the soldiers of the heavy armor army because of a red wedding dress.

Even if he is a sturdy man who has been helping in the sword department for a long time, he has a lot of strength, but in the eyes of these heavily armored soldiers who have experienced a hundred battles and have the realm of martial arts, it is tantamount to a three-year-old child who does not measure his strength to fight a strong man.

The man surnamed Cai punched the heavy armored sergeant in the heart, although he did not use martial arts cultivation, but the strength in that punch was enough to shatter the grinding plate in Longchang Town.

Didn't give a punch to death, the man surnamed Cai is already the most lucky, but the heart is still the door of people's life after all, to such a punch, I am afraid that I will not be able to do the sword and weapon department in the future, this is undoubtedly to cut off the life of the man surnamed Cai, everyone dare not help the man surnamed Cai, after a long time, the man surnamed Cai coughed up a mouthful of black blood, stood up staggeringly, and walked towards the direction of his house with staggering steps, the original ruddy face, after the black blood spit out, became pale, if there is rice paper, the face of the man surnamed Cai is as white as rice paper。

Intermittently, the man surnamed Cai sang a sour song that had become a tune, he was tightly holding a red wedding dress that had become unresonant, staggering, and he was the only one on the way out of the sword department, and he was extremely lonely.

Chen Yue silently watched the man surnamed Cai go away, he didn't know what he should do, and he didn't know what he should say.

If he said that the helpers were impersonal, he didn't step forward to stop it, and let the heavily armored sergeant commit violence, and wanted to say something comforting, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only watch the man surnamed Cai go away alone.

I don't know who sighed first, Chen Yue turned around and walked back to the Sword Division.

It's none of your business.

If you see too many things like this, there is no excuse to waste your feelings, and being indifferent is what you should do now.

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Wang Yuanbao was speechless at the scene in front of him, and in the depths of the clouds and mist of Baitou Mountain, it turned out to be an elegant pavilion.

Jiang Ayuan pinched his little face, which was still a little baby fat, and said, "It's true! Mr. Fang didn't lie to me!"

The elegant pavilion is in this cloud and mist, as if it is the jade que of the Qiong Palace, the age is not deep, and it is difficult to know the traces.

Seeing Jiang Ayuan's joy, Wang Yuanbao said, "This is what Mr. Fang asked you to find?"

Jiang Ayuan's eyes rolled and said, "Of course, how can I come out of the academy otherwise?" Don't be stunned, let's go in and have a look!"

Lying, Jiang Ayuan's face is not red and her heart is not beating, such a good opportunity, she will not miss it in vain, not only the elegant pavilion in the depths of the clouds, but also Wang Yuanbao, a stupid goose who does not understand the amorous feelings.

Wang Yuanbao couldn't guess Jiang Ayuan's thoughts, but he couldn't help but think of the words of Fan Laocheng, the ancestral hall of the third surname, "A woman's heart, a needle under the sea" If you can't guess this, it's not just a heavenly chance, but also a woman's mind.

Those who can guess a woman's mind have not yet been born. Even Yuan Huaizhen, the master of the Chaolai Palace, didn't dare to say that he could guess the hearts of all the women in the world, and it was quite simple, this woman's mind was changing all the time, you couldn't see clearly, you couldn't figure it out, the way was unclear, and she was caught off guard from time to time, this is the woman's mind.

Wang Yuanbao was a little hesitant, not afraid, but out of a little caution in walking through the rivers and lakes, Grandmaster Xie did not teach Wang Yuanbao anything else, but a little experience in the rivers and lakes, as well as drinking, the comfort of the rest of the month, the caution of the rivers and lakes at this point, also disappeared completely, but if you meet the unknowable, you will be cautious again.

Seeing that Wang Yuanbao was still hesitating, Jiang Ayuan couldn't care so much, broke away from Wang Yuanbao and held her hand, and ran towards the elegant pavilion in the clouds, the red dress was very dazzling in the clouds, and there was a hazy beauty inexplicably.

The hazy favorite of literati and ink writers, in this cloud and mist, between the red skirts, suddenly unfolded, like cinnabar falling into the water, slowly rendering away, red and white, the two are not compatible, but in this cloud and mist has reached a wonderful harmony, although Wang Yuanbao felt this hazy beauty, but more of a headache, hurriedly chased up, this cloud and fog, there will be something in front of him, if something happens to Jiang Ayuan, he will not have the face to see Mr. Fang and Jiang Shan.

Wang Yuanbao hurriedly followed, but Jiang Ayuan's speed was really not slow, but fortunately, in this cloud and mist, Jiang Ayuan's red dress was very eye-catching, and Wang Yuanbao did not lose it.

The curiosity in Jiang Ayuan's heart is getting heavier and heavier, the things in the clouds, the more he can't see clearly, the more itchy his heart is, but there is still a trace of fear in his heart, looking back, he saw that Wang Yuanbao's figure has been not far behind him, suddenly, the trace of fear in his heart has also disappeared cleanly, I don't know how, as long as Wang Yuanbao is there, Jiang Ayuan will always feel at ease inexplicably, women's minds, that's it, like is like, together will be at ease, don't like, even if you look at each other every day, you won't feel at ease, Jiang Ayuan put down his heart and walked towards the depths of the clouds。

Although Wang Yuanbao was also very curious, but more of a headache, Jiang Ayuan didn't care about the consequences like this, how to be good, sighed, Wang Yuanbao hurriedly followed, the things behind the clouds, after seeing it, I hope it's okay.

After the clouds, the pine path rocks.

It's the inability to see that is the most curious.

Fortunately, Longchang Town is located in the hinterland of Kyaukjiao Continent, not near the sea, if it is in Canghai Continent above the five oceans, such clouds and mist, even the monks of the Five Realms do not dare to enter easily, and the sword immortal characters who explore the seclusion do not dare to go deep into it.

There is an ancient beast in Canghaizhou above the ocean in the five directions, the name is mirage, although it is an ancient dragon descendant, but it is different from the dragon that makes waves, but it can also control the clouds and mist, create Qionggong Yuque, palace pavilions or sea fairy mountains, but this Qionggong Yuque and palace pavilions and sea fairy mountains, are all illusions, if ordinary fishermen and monks, into the mirage of the cloud illusion, there is no possibility of coming out, because the source of this cloud is the mouth and nose of the mirage, as long as it is a monk or fisherman who enters the cloud and mist, it is not all a mirage to eat, and the dragon is different, the dragon still has the mind of good and evil and can not be really referred to, but this mirage is not at allAs long as it is in the clouds and mist, it can only be resigned to fate, Jiaolong can be made a god of mountains and rivers, protecting one side, but this mirage is absolutely impossible, the root of its practice, is blood food, if it is done for the mirage, I am afraid, the blood food of a country can not be satisfied with it, the mountain sect of Canghaizhou in order to eliminate the harm, has sent several sword fairy figures, strangled the mirage, but did not see an inch, just because of the mirage in the clouds and mist, the flying sword can not go deep at all, and even the mental connection with the sword cultivation with the flying sword can be blocked, without the sword cultivation of the flying sword, it is like a person has no hands and feet, no matter how profound the cultivation, I am afraid that it will not help。

The elegant pavilion in the clouds on the Baektu Mountain is by no means a mirage, because it really stands there.

Jiang Ayuan crossed the clouds, but was stunned by the scene in front of him, a green bamboo building stands behind the clouds, and the ordinary green bamboo will turn yellow over time, the green bamboo used in this green bamboo building is not like bamboo, but like jasper, warm and moist like jade.

In the midst of this cloud, it is magnificent.

Jiang Ayuan is no stranger to the bamboo building, her eldest brother Jiang Shan once took her to Tongcheng, and the most in Tongcheng is the bamboo building, but the bamboo building in front of her, whether it is the style or shape, does not look like a resident, but is like the library of the East Shenzhou family described in the landscape travel book.

The bamboo building is in front of him, Jiang A's inner curiosity is getting stronger and stronger, everything in the East Shenzhou is described by those literati and ink writers in those landscape travel notes like a heavenly palace, and now the bamboo building that is suspected to be the library pavilion of the East Shenzhou is in front of him, if you don't go in to have a look, wouldn't it be a trip in vain?

Wang Yuanbao was also stunned by the sight, just like Jiang Ayuan, but he didn't have the same curiosity as Jiang Ayuan, but the caution in his heart became more and more intense.

"Why don't we go back, if Mr. Fang knows, I will bring you to this Baitou Mountain, I can't afford it. Wang Yuanbao touched Jiang Ayuan's head and said cautiously.

But the woman's curiosity is not something that Wang Yuanbao can persuade back, Jiang Ayuan has made up his mind, and naturally he will not give up easily, after all, opportunities are not often there, and if they are lost, it will not be good to get them again in the future, Wang Yuanbao, this stupid goose, is also too incomprehensible, and always wants girls to come in person, although Jiang Ayuan is not the kind of woman who is obsessed with etiquette, but there is still a reserve, which woman doesn't like a man who takes the initiative?

Taking advantage of Wang Yuanbao's stunned moment, Jiang Ayuan ran towards the bamboo building, and he had to punish Mr. Fang when he went back, so it was better to go and see it first, it was worth the punishment.

"Alas, wait!"

Wang Yuanbao hurriedly chased after him, but he was extremely helpless in his heart, Jiang Ayuan was so willful, he really had no choice.

At this moment, the clouds and mist suddenly surged, and the bamboo building, which was as warm as jade, was instantly enveloped by the clouds and mist, and there was no trace of it, Jiang Ayuan pounced, and the thick fog behind him was shrouded, and Wang Yuanbao's figure was gone.

Fear, surging up.

Curiosity recedes, and with it, overwhelming fear.

Women are like this, they are too curious, they always want to find the bottom of it, but once they fall into the air and fall into the unknowable, the fear suppressed by curiosity will come to them and there is no end to it.

"Wang Yuanbao, where are you!"

There are a lot of stories on Baitou Mountain, saying that there was once a woman who did not listen to the old man's persuasion, did not believe in evil, went alone to this Baitou Mountain, and then disappeared, but the next day she was found by a woodcutter in the inexplicable river, and she had already lost her life.

There is also the most widely spread, Baitou Mountain was originally a scholar to change the name, and on the mountain built a grass house, closed the door to study, for a month in a row nothing happened, until the full moon night, people heard the screams of the scholar, but no one dared to go to the mountain, in the middle of the night, who dared to go? Until the next day, the scholar's body was carried out by more than ten strong men, his face was like white paper, and he listened to the shopkeeper of the pharmacy Zhou, and the scholar's blood was full of blood, and there was no trace of it.

These legends may not be true, but Jiang Ayuan, who is on Baitou Mountain, can't help but believe it, the slightest wind blows around his neck, making people shudder, and his hairs stand up.

Jiang Ayuan regretted very much, why didn't he listen to Wang Yuanbao's words, he had to go to the bamboo building, now it's good, there is no peace of mind, but the tears can't stop flowing.

"Wang Yuanbao, where are you? I was wrong, come out quickly...... Where are you?"

The sound of crying echoed in the clouds and mist, slowly rippling away, making this Baektu Mountain even more gloomy.

At this moment, a warm hand held Jiang Ayuan's small hand and said, "Do you really know it's wrong?"

The owner of this hand is none other than Wang Yuanbao.

Jiang Ayuan hugged Wang Yuanbao with a "wow", as if he was holding a life-saving straw, and refused to let go.

At this moment, the atmosphere was inexplicably awkward.

Wang Yuanbao helplessly looked at Jiang Ayuan, who was holding himself and crying, he didn't know where to put his hand, so he had to touch Jiang Ayuan's head and said, "Don't hold me, otherwise we won't be able to go down the mountain." ”

After all, he is still a child, Jiang Ayuan stopped crying when he heard this, firmly grasped Wang Yuanbao's hand, and refused to let go no matter what he said, helplessly, Wang Yuanbao had to pull Jiang Ayuan down the mountain, although the fog was rising, but the direction did not change, but it was much slower than when he went up the mountain.

。 The ghost blows the lamp