Following the crowded flow of people, Li Canglan and Lan Ruyin finally came to the center of Kaiyuan Town. Compared to the periphery, it is more crowded and can be described as impassable.

The inner three floors and the outer three floors are surrounded by a towering ancient tree surrounded by five people, and the canopy of the tree is like a canopy that reaches to the sky, enveloping the people around it.

The branches of the ancient trees are covered with all kinds of red stripes, all of which are hung by tourists from all over the world to pray for blessings. Lan Ruyin Xin picked a piece close to her, and on the red stripe was a woman's handwriting, "May Master Ma of Linxian County marry me as the ninth aunt's wife in the New Year."

Lan Ruyin looked at this straightforward remark, blushed when she landed, and secretly scolded a good old man Ma in her heart, so she hurriedly hung the red stripe back to its original place.

Li Canglan looked at the red and white face of the girl in front of him, although he was also curious about the content of the red stripe, but he didn't ask after all. I was still secretly thinking about how to give away the blue-topped pear hairpin in my hand.

Not far away, there was a sudden burst of cheers.

It turned out that the lantern team had arrived, and a long line of fifty or sixty people slowly gathered around the ancient tree. Each person carried several lanterns of different forms in their hands and arranged them one by one around the shade of the trees. It is in the shape of a lotus lamp and has the shape of a bird or beast.

Among them, the most eye-catching is the huge and unique "strange lamp" at the end of the team, which is carried by seven or eight young people.

That is, it is not flowers and fruits, nor birds and beasts, this lamp is like a strangely shaped flag, and the flag is scribbled with the word "Huang". I don't know what material it's made of, but the base of the strange lamp has a faint dark fragrance, with a bit of inexplicable charm.

At the sound of an order, the first batch of dozens of colored lanterns were lit together, the candles were burning, and the heat was steaming. Under the support of lift, one by one the colored lanterns slowly flew into the sky, and under the pious eyes of the people, they slowly turned into twinkling stars in the night sky.

People closed their eyes and made wishes sincerely, and the noisy street was quiet for a moment, and even Lan Ruyin silently folded her hands and made a wish.

Li Canglan couldn't calm down to make a wish, his hearing was already excellent, and in the hustle and bustle of the city before, he heard a few strange cries, like the sorrowful cry of some beast. At this moment, the crowd suddenly quieted down, and after listening carefully, he confirmed his judgment.

The voice was tactful and poignant, and a little immature, tragic and sad, which couldn't help but make people's hearts moved. Li Canglan looked around, but no one was moved except himself, I was afraid that because this voice was so low that he would hear it.

Li Canglan unconsciously walked towards the source of the sound......

The blue lyre wood in the inn is full of wine, leaning slightly on the back of the chair behind him, enjoying the colorful lights flying in the sky, so comfortable.

On the surface, Yu Guang has been silently looking at the diners at the table behind him. On the day of the cold winter wax moon, he only wore a thin gray robe, a black silk scarf to cover his face, and he came for a long time, but he only called a pot of sake, and poured himself a drink in the corner of the window, his eyes kept staring out of the window.

Although it is very well concealed, it is not difficult to see that the black cloth on the back is a giant weapon, and from a few zhang away, you can feel the yin qi it reveals. This is the aura of a weapon that can only be possessed by drinking a large amount of human blood.

Seeing the many colorful lights flying in the sky, the gray-robed man drank all the sake in his cup and turned to go downstairs. There was no delay in the action.

Feeling the strange aura on the gray-robed man's body, Lan Qinmu suddenly became suspicious, and he also put down his wine glass and quietly followed.

The gray-robed man seemed to be picking a place with a lot of people, turning around, and disappearing into the crowd in a blink of an eye. How can Lan Qinmu be cultivated in this ordinary bazaar? Quietly, not far or close, he has always maintained a distance from the gray-robed man.

As if he felt that someone was following behind him, the gray-robed man's footsteps became faster and faster, and the path he walked became more and more remote, and in the blink of an eye, he had left Kaiyuan Town for several miles.

The surrounding atmosphere is gloomy, and there is no half of the lively and prosperous scene of the Lantern Festival, and there are tombless tombs and weeds everywhere. Lan Qinmu followed all the way and came to the nameless mass grave south of the mountain behind Kaiyuan Town.

"Who is Your Excellency, and why have you followed me all the way? The gray-robed man stopped abruptly and opened his mouth to ask questions, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, like that of a withered crow.

Before the blue piano wood could stand on a stable foothold and answer, several steel nails shot at him like a gust of wind. Fortunately, Lan Qinmu knew that the person in front of him was by no means a good type, so he took precautions early.

Although the steel nail is fast, the blue piano wood body is even better, and the pace of the foot is light, and this hidden weapon can be easily avoided. I only heard a dark sound, and the steel nails shot straight into the huge rock behind them, and the whole one was submerged, only the nail head was outside, and it was still flashing with a faint blue light, which was quenched with poison at a glance.

"What a despicable villain" Lan Qinmu laughed instead of being angry, and with a light snort in his mouth, the famous weapon Feng Ling Sword suddenly came out, and his backhand was a sword, which slashed straight at the top of the black-robed man's head.

Although the blue qin wood moves are simple, the sword momentum is fast. The fifth level of Kunlun Xuandao Jue's skill is unusual, and the blade of the Wind Spirit Sword suddenly drew a blue sword light in mid-air, and the momentum was amazing.

The gray-robed man knew that this sword was not trivial, and his movements were fast, and the black cloth behind him was scattered and cracked, and a red and black sickle flew straight in front of him. The mysterious man was carrying a giant scythe.

The hilt of the knife went straight to the blade that struck, even though the black-robed man had exhausted all his strength, the posture of the resistance was still a little slower after all, and under the hard connection, he was still staggered by the sharp stamina contained in the sword, and took a few steps back.

Lan Qinmu succeeded in one blow, but he didn't give up, and in a blink of an eye, a new sword move came. The Wind Spirit Sword Technique is already an endless one, constantly suppressed like a storm, one link is closely linked to the other, and the opponent is not allowed to have the slightest chance to breathe.

The gray-robed man lost the opportunity, and the next move was to be controlled by the enemy. and fought and retreated, only to feel that the sword momentum of Lan Qinmu's new blow was faster than one blow, and he was tired of parrying, and every time he met a sword, his internal organs would shake and bruise, and he faintly felt overwhelmed.

He was forced to suffer Lan Qinmu's first sword, and the gray-robed man spurted blood from his mouth, knowing that if he didn't seek change, he would be suppressed to death by Lan Qinmu's sword one after another.

Immediately took a bite of true power, turned his left finger into a knife, and cut it on his right wrist, and the blood flowed immediately. The sickle and sickle barely opened the new sword, and the gray-robed man's body was like electricity, retreating three feet, and there were words in his mouth.

The dark red scythe immediately sucked up the blood flowing down, and the color became a little darker, and the bloody aura was great. The lava in front of a few tombs, automatically without wind, makes a creaking sound, weird and abnormal.

"Blood Soul Alchemy?!" Lan Qinmu exclaimed, the sword in his hand couldn't help but slow down a little, and his eyes revealed boundless anger.

"Brute, you practice such evil methods!"