Yun casually walked one foot deep and one foot shallow in the snow, surrounded by shadows of trees, and there seemed to be something watching her in the dark, which made her shiver.

This forest is simply terrifyingly large, and I haven't seen the figure of the master in front of me after walking for a long time. She suppressed the fear in her heart, and shook the bell on her wrist vigorously, hoping that it would make a normal bell sound, but it seemed to be dead, but it did not say a word.

The darkness around her was getting thicker and thicker, and Yun Xian was almost frightened and crying by the cranky things in her head, and at this moment when she was almost unconscious, she actually tried to start reciting the "Qingjing Sutra" with the little sobriety she still had: "The avenue is invisible, and life ...... The avenue is ruthless, running the sun, the sun and the moon, the avenue is nameless, and all things are nourished...... Strong name said. The Husband, the Husband—"

She stumbled and stumbled for a long time, and finally couldn't help crying: "Master—I can't recite it! I can't recite it—"

Her cry was particularly piercing in the silence of the woods, and it was strange that it did not attract anything. Faintly in the darkness ahead, a few flickers of fire suddenly flickered, but unfortunately it was a green ghostly fire. A slender figure slowly emerged from the ghost fire, and at the same time a girl's voice sounded from the fire: "Which little doll is crying here, huh?"

Yun Xian had to sit on the ground, trying to cover his eyes, but it was too late. She thought she would see something hideous and terrifying, and just wanted to scream, but her voice was hoarse in her throat, and she forgot to wipe her tears.

The girl in front of her looked as glamorous, but her face looked a little pale under the blue ghost fire. She wore a phoenix crown with beads and chains, and wore a lotus flower with a gold silk pendant, on which she embroidered a mandarin duck and a lotus. The eyebrows and eyes are charming, and the figure is exquisite. It looks like a living beauty.

This beautiful lady slowly leaned down to take a closer look at her, and Yun casually felt a yin wind blowing in her face, so that she couldn't help but lie down in the snow. Mei Jiao Niang couldn't help but laugh lightly, and then stretched out her pale hand to pull the cloud up at will, but when the fingertips of the two were about to touch, she suddenly thought of something, and quickly locked her hand back into her sleeve.

"When you get up by yourself, do you want your sister to pull you? Why are you crying in my forest?—— can't you recite it, what can't you recite?"

Yun casually got up from the snowdrift with some difficulty, and said with a sob: "Qingjing Sutra." ”

The beautiful lady rolled her eyes unceremoniously, and subconsciously wanted to wipe away the tears from her face.

I can't touch it.

She was stunned for a moment, then took her hand back again without a trace.

"Don't cry! If you can't recite this, there's nothing to cry about! Go home early, and hang out here at night!"

"I, I'm lost. Yun casually lowered his head and looked pitiful, twisting the corners of his clothes with his hands, as if he had just been lost by his biological parents.

"Lost?" the beautiful lady narrowed her eyes in disbelief and asked, "Where is your home?"

"It's not home, my master is waiting for me in front, but I can't get out of this forest, it's too dark here, I don't have a light, and then there are monsters trying to eat me-"

"Alright, alright!" she stood up and took a few steps forward, apparently not thinking of continuing to listen to her, "Come along." ”

"Sister—"

"My name is Shen Qianqian, and it's okay to call me Qianniang. ”

Yun nodded casually and followed her. Fortunately, she didn't walk fast, not like the Taoist who walked desperately, and she had to bring a gust of wind. She had been carefully looking at the wedding dress Shen Qianqian was wearing, and finally couldn't help but say enviously: "Sister's clothes are so beautiful." ”

As soon as she finished saying this, Shen Qianqian seemed to be stunned for a moment, and her face suddenly had a strange look, even her eyes seemed to fall into the sky full of stars, and a touch of crimson appeared on her cheeks, which looked even more weird under the flickering of the ghost fire.

"I ...... This is my favorite dress. I'm getting married. ”

Her voice softened. After saying this, he lowered his head again, unable to hide the smile in his eyes.

"Wow-" Yun exclaimed casually. She once saw the scene of the bride getting married in the town, ten miles of red makeup from her mother's house to her husband's house, and the whole street was crowded with the whole street to send off relatives, and the bride sat in a sedan chair to prevent people from seeing. At that time, Yun was still young, riding on his grandfather's neck and eating sugar gourds.

But—Yun casually looked around, and the forest was bare, and there were only a few graves left. After walking for so long and not seeing a family, where is Qianniang going to marry?