Qinghe and the three of them waited in place, and when the blood was full, the entire prohibition fell apart in an instant.

Qinghe was a little stunned, and looked at Shen Xun: "Why didn't you say that it was this effect earlier?

Shen Xun said indifferently: "What are you afraid of, by then we will have already taken the Divine Bead and flown away." ”

Qinghe: "That's what happened?"

The corners of Shen Xun's lips hooked slightly: "In case, then take a step at a time." ”

After saying that, he pushed open the door first.

The two followed.

The room was as Changping had said, it was dark, and all that came into view was a portrait, and nothing else.

Qinghe took out the Dingfeng bead from his waist and held it in front of him, the bead shook slightly, and when he walked in front of the portrait, it shook even more violently, and even emitted a faint light.

Through the bright light, Qinghe saw clearly that the person in the portrait was a very beautiful woman.

Wrapped in white clothes, long hair up to the waist, not stained with powder, still beautiful thrilling, especially those eyes, beautiful eyes, autumn water with affection, as if it can suck people's souls in.

Qinghe admits that this is the most beautiful woman she has ever seen since she came to this world.

can paint the beauty so vividly, the level of the painter can be seen.

Looking down, there is a crack in the middle part of the portrait, as if it has been torn, and there are some specks of blood, perhaps too long after a long time, and it is really impossible to see if you don't look carefully.

The light of the Wind Bead became more and more dazzling when Qinghe stayed in the bloodstained position, as if something was guiding her in the dark, Qinghe unconsciously stretched out her hand to the portrait.

As soon as Shen Xun came in here, he noticed that something was wrong, and seeing that Qinghe's hand was about to touch the portrait, he suddenly shouted: "Don't touch it!"

It's a pity that it's too late, the moment the fingertips touch the portrait, the portrait suddenly bursts out with dazzling white light, Qinghe can't dodge, Dingfeng Zhu suddenly took off his hand, and was instantly sucked in by the white light.

Mo Zhanli, who was far away in the imperial study, raised his head suddenly, as if sensing something, and immediately got up and hurriedly walked out.

But in an instant, he had already arrived in the open space in front of the forbidden land.

The ban was broken, he raised his hand and pressed his heart, but he didn't feel anything.

Habitually twisting his fingers, the wounds on his fingertips had not healed, but it reminded him.

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he walked into the room.

Everything was normal in the room, and there was no trace of it except for the portrait.

Mo Zhanli released his coercion in the room, making sure that he didn't feel anyone before he was completely relieved.

He walked up to the portrait with a cold look in his eyes, replaced by obsession.

He raised his hand, his fingers sliding over the portrait, his movements gentle as he had never seen before.

"Lingxi...... I've come to see you......"

In the darkness, he muttered softly. At this moment, he is no longer a lord of the country, but an ordinary man who misses his lover.

......

In the ruined temple

Several people gathered around the firewood pile, looking serious.

Li Jiang and Mu Dong sat on one side, and Qing and the three of them sat on the other side, and the position was a little delicate.

Li Jiang: "You mean, not only did you not get the Water Bead, but you also lost the Wind Bead?"

The three people opposite: "Hmm." ”

Li Jiang: "You mean that Dingfeng Zhu was sucked in by a portrait?"

Three: "Hmm. ”

Mu Dong: "You mean that you are eating delicacies from the mountains and seas in the palace, but you didn't take some out for us?"

Three: "Hmm...... Huh?"

Li Jiang glared at him, and said to Qinghe with a solemn face: "It's really as you said, this portrait is very evil, it can't be some artifact or something, right?"

Qinghe carefully recalled her sense of touch when she touched the painting, and shook her head: "It should be just an ordinary painting, but I don't know what Mo Zhanli did on it." ”

And when she thought back to the woman in that portrait now, she always felt a little familiar.

Li Jiang sighed: "If it doesn't work this time, it will be difficult to enter the palace again." ”

Qinghe wasn't too worried: "Mo Zhanli said that he would give us a banquet as a thank you gift for fighting the fire and saving people, and we will visit it again when the time comes." ”

Shen Xun sat on her left and sneered: "It's just a polite word, you also believe it." ”

Qing and Bai glanced at him: "Tsk." ”

Mo Junqian, who was on the right, picked up a piece of wood and picked up the fire, and said: "Even if we enter the palace, after tonight, Mo Zhanli will definitely strengthen his vigilance, and even lay a trap and wait for us to take the bait." ”

Qinghe glanced at each other: "Tsk." ”

The demolition was cool for a while, but the words were indeed true, and everyone was suddenly at a loss.

It was Li Jiang who broke the silence: "Let's rest first, everyone is tired, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, there will always be a way." ”

The rest agreed, simply cleaned up and rested.

In the middle of the night, everyone fell asleep quietly, Qinghe slowly opened his eyes, looked directly at the roof, and the events in the palace kept flashing in his mind, and finally fixed on the portrait.

The cracks, the bloodstains, and the stunning beauty. For some reason, she always felt that it was not simple, but she couldn't think of a reason, it felt like buying a lottery ticket and waiting for the day when the winning numbers were revealed, which was crazy.

She has never liked complicated things, troubles, or twists and turns, but things always develop in her unpredictable direction, such as Shenzhu, such as the plot, for example, Mo Junqian.

She turned her head quietly, and Mo Junqian slept not far away, Xu is unbearable memories of his childhood made him instinctively feel uneasy even in his sleep, his brows were furrowed, and his hands were clasped to his chest.

The sleeping Mo Junqian is less gentle than usual, more lonely, nestled in the corner like a poor puppy, if it weren't for knowing in advance that he was the protagonist, it would be hard to imagine that today's Mo Junqian would become a god who destroyed the world in the later period.

Maybe it's because of this contrast that she was obsessed with this novel in the first place.

But now?

She always felt that she was sure to distinguish between reality and illusion, but after a long time, she was not sure.

Slowly turn your head and continue to look at the sky. In the lonely night, she sighed softly.

......

After a few days, it rained heavily in the capital, and the cold wind was bitterly cold, and it was gray and silent, which made people's spirits lose their vitality.

Mu Dong and Qinghe sat on the threshold and looked into the distance, motionless, Li Jiang and Mo Junqian were not in the broken temple.

After a while, Shen Xun quietly squatted behind Mu Dong with a root of grass, and gently scratched Mu Dong's neck with the tip of the grass.

At first, Mu Dong could still hold on, but in the back he couldn't stand it anymore, until finally he stood up and said angrily: "Don't play, don't play!

Qinghe shook his arm that was a little sore, and said innocently: "I didn't, he wanted to help me himself, I didn't look for him." ”

Mu Dong said angrily: "That's also helping, I don't care, let's have another game!"

Qinghe: "If you lose, you lose, you moved first, what's the matter, can't you afford to play?"

Mu Dong raised his head: "Who said that I can't afford to play, if I lose, I will lose, it's a big deal, I won't eat, I'll open the valley." ”

Qinghe looked at him playfully and said, "That's what you said, when they come back, your portion of the meal will be mine." ”

Shen Xun ran to Qinghe's side to get a piece of the pie: "And mine." ”

The two embarrassed men laughed triumphantly.

Mu Dong glared at them angrily, and turned his head to sulk.

It didn't take long for Li Jiang and Mo Junqian to return.

It was still raining heavily, but there was not a drop of rain on the two of them, but the cold air brought by their bodies really made Qinghe shiver.

Put the food you bought on the hay and open it one by one, and there is a jar of good wine. Several people couldn't wait for a full meal, but Mudon was the only one who didn't move, occasionally glancing twice, but immediately looking away.

Qinghe picked up a baked cake and handed it to him, saying, "I was joking with you just now, give it, eat it." ”

Mu Dong shook his head stubbornly: "A man is willing to gamble and lose, say that if he doesn't eat, he won't eat, take it." ”

is quite backbone, Qinghe shook the baked cake in front of his face, and the aroma was overflowing.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat it?"

Mu Dong swallowed: "Don't eat." ”

"Really, don't eat it?"

"Don't eat. ”

Qinghe looked at Li Jiang, Li Jiang took the piece of baked cake, looked at Mu Dong coldly, and ordered: "Eat!." ”

Under the attack of his eyes, which were colder than the heavy rain outside, Mu Dong abandoned his last stubbornness: "This is what you asked me to eat, and I ate it." ”

After that, he took the baked cake and ate it happily.

"That's right," Li Jiang said: "After the festival, there are a lot of rooms vacated in the inns in the city, so I booked a few by the way when I was shopping, and I will pack up and go to the inn in a while." ”

This is undoubtedly good news, and everyone sighs that they finally don't have to live in a broken temple.

After they were full of wine and food, they packed their luggage and left the ruined temple.

The inn is not big, a two-storey building, which is elegant and clean. The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man in his forties, not tall, a little obese, and his complexion was quite kind.

After receiving the room card, several people took their luggage and walked upstairs.

The staircase was very narrow, and halfway through it happened to come down from the upper floor, a young man dressed in brown clothes, dressed vigorously, carrying a long sword behind him, and a long scar on the left cheek of his face, looking fierce and vicious, very difficult to mess with.

The man swaggered and occupied the entire corridor, blocking Qinghe and his party in the middle, apparently wanting them to make way for him, and he spoke extremely arrogantly.

"Don't you have long eyes? Don't you make way for Uncle Ben quickly! Delay Uncle Ben's important business, be careful that I cut you!"

After living in the broken temple for a few days, everyone was a little physically and mentally exhausted, and their mood was extremely bad.

Mu Dong bore the brunt of the attack and shouted at him: "Hey, you're unreasonable, it's obvious that we came up first, and you gave us the way to make way!"

The man said disdainfully: "Excuse me, uncle, I've never talked about any reasoning in the rivers and lakes! I'll tell you kid, get out of the way for me immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind to you! Hmph, a group of old and weak and young and crippled!"

Mu Dong was furious: "The old, the weak, the young and the disabled?" turned his head to look at Li Jiang: "He actually said that we are old, weak, young and disabled?"

Li Jiang pushed Mu Dong behind him, looked at the young man, and said coldly: "This ...... Swordsman, my junior brother is a little impulsive when he speaks, but is your attitude too rude? It seems that wandering the rivers and lakes has not taught you what is called trouble from the mouth, it is better to let someone Li Li teach you a good lesson today, lest the swordsman really become a in the future. ”

A few words of understatement left the man speechless. Qinghe gave Li Jiang a thumbs up in his heart, he deserved to be a senior brother, and he was really high.

That person was not a fool, and when he realized that Li Jiang was scolding him, he suddenly became angry, his eyes were round, his hand was slowly raised, and he grabbed the hilt of the sword behind him.

Feeling the fluctuations of spiritual power around him, Li Jiang was not in a hurry, did not make any movements, and even had a faint smile on his face, and a pair of cold eyes narrowed slightly.

The atmosphere gradually became tense.