Huge black flag lanterns slowly flew into the sky, and a strange and charming aroma, accompanied by the candle flame of the lanterns, gradually wafted between the towns.

Jiang Yun suddenly broke off and sang and scattered, and a few points of makeup fell and danced. Lan Ruyin was still immersed in the poignant artistic conception of the red striped verses, and she didn't know whose young lady wrote such a sad poem with hatred. The girl in the prime of her life was already sentimental, and she didn't know that Li Canglan had been gone for a long time behind her.

Still by the crowd behind him enthusiastic applause, it turned out that tonight's lamp has been released, huge fireworks at the bottom of the lamp holder, such a large lantern to rise, the need for lift is also extraordinary.

I saw the black flag giant lamp, with wisps of green smoke, and after flying for a while, it was suspended in the air. Perhaps because the lamp type is too large, it can no longer be raised by half a point, and it is so lonely floating in the air.

Lan Ruyin has practiced since childhood, and although her sensory acuity is not as good as Li Canglan's innate talent, it is not comparable to ordinary people.

I couldn't help but take a sip more, only to feel that there was an inexplicable strange smell in this aroma. Lan Ruyin suddenly felt a nameless fire in her heart, and then looked at the people in front of and behind her, and felt that her face was hateful, and she wanted to poke a few sword holes in them.

Fortunately, Lan Ruyin was more determined, and she came back to her senses in a blink of an eye, dispelling the terrifying thoughts that popped up out of thin air in her mind. Rao was like this, but he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, but he didn't dare to take a sip of the strange charming aroma.

Since I started my small cultivation, I have never had such a murderous and violent thought.

Before he could figure out the reason, he heard a fierce shouting and scolding from the crowd behind him, as if several villagers participating in the lantern festival had clashed because of crowding. Between the pushes and the collisions, more and more people joined the fight, and several of them had already started to punch and kick.

Seeing that the contradictions were getting more and more intense, and there were more and more people fighting on the ground, Lan Ruyin was bored and anxious for a while, and she had the heart to step forward to dissuade her, but there were too many people who had no choice but to fight, and she really didn't know where to persuade her.

Looking at the several exits around the ancient tree, I don't know when it has been placed with barricades, and it is impossible to enter and exit. A few villagers who sensed that the situation was wrong and wanted to leave were also stopped by masked men holding murder weapons at the barricades.

The ancient tree was the most crowded place for the Lantern Festival, and this obstruction was even more impassable, and the villagers who were stranded in place became more and more restless, as if they had fallen into a dilemma.

At this moment, among the crowd in front of him, a small figure was squeezed out, covered in blood, but who was Li Canglan who was not in a hurry to return?

I saw that he was sweaty and bloody, but his movements were not sluggish at all, and on his immature and delicate face, there was a resolute look that obviously did not match his age. In his hand he had a huge bow that he had taken out of nowhere, and he was as tall as someone else.

The blue wave sword on his back was pulled out upside down, the blue light was shining, Li Canglan opened the bow with his feet, the sword was on the string, his left eye was slightly aiming, and the bow was like a full moon.

Just heard the sound of "whoosh", and the sword was like a meteor, shooting straight towards the huge flag lamp in the air. The blue color flashed, and the huge flag-shaped lanterns fell apart. The Blue Wave Divine Sword did not move, flew straight out, and plunged directly into the ancient tree behind it, and the whole root was submerged!

The scattered fragments of colored lanterns fell to the ground, shattered, the red liquid splashed everywhere, and the charm and incense came to the nose, it was actually fox blood!

Along with it was the strange wood with a foul stench.

As expected, the demagogic, murderous smell was ignited by this strange wood. It's just that the smell is so pungent and unpleasant that ordinary people are afraid that they will retreat after taking a sip. Only with the help of this charming fox blood can people inhale it unconsciously and without realizing it.

Thinking of the fox corpses all over the ground that Shicai saw in the alley workshop, and the organs scattered all over the place by killing each other with the villagers, Li Canglan couldn't help but grit his teeth, the person who planned this poisonous plan had evil intentions and spicy methods, which really made people shudder.

"Stinky boy, dare to wait for a big plan!" suddenly burst out of the crowd, a group of people with the same makeup as the gray-robed man before, his face wrapped in black veil, and holding a Huangzi flag. They were only wearing ordinary people's clothes, presumably pretending to be villagers before, hiding in the crowd.

Each of them was armed with a variety of murder weapons, and although the color was not as dull as the scythe of the gray-robed man before, it was also a general dark red. It turned out to be a practitioner of blood soul alchemy.

The one who took the lead was a man in a black robe and holding a dark red chai knife, and his voice was as gloomy and hoarse as the gray-robed man before.

Seeing that the people with the murder weapon were constantly surrounding him, Lan Ruyin unconsciously walked in front of Li Canglan and protected the junior brother who was a few years younger than him speechlessly. Even though there are thousands of doubts in my heart, I also know that the situation in front of me is dangerous, and it is really not the time to get to the bottom of it.

I felt that the ends of my hair were slightly swaying, and it turned out that Li Canglan gently took off the original hairpin on the top of his head at this critical juncture. Lan Ruyin's eyes flashed with blue light, and what Li Canglan was holding in his hand was the blue-topped pear hairpin that he had been paving before.

The boy's eyes were gentle, and he gently embedded the blue hairpin into the girl's bun.

"For you, the master is not in the inn. Li Canglan whispered in Lan Ruyin's ear.

Listening to the boy's slight but gentle voice in her ears, Lan Ruyin's heart couldn't help but waver, and the complex emotions of joy, worry, nervousness, and emotion all came to her heart, which can be described as a mixed taste.

Seeing the menacing appearance of the group of people in front of him, he was obviously prepared. Each holding a murder weapon is naturally not a good thing. The movement here of the ancient tree is so big, my father's skills are profound, and his perception is sensitive, so it is impossible not to come over without noticing.

If he wasn't at the inn, where would he be? Although Daddy's skills are profound, the group of people in front of him are full of tricks, and they may not know where to set a trick trap to lead him there, if his old man is negligent for a while......

Lan Ruyin didn't dare to think about it anymore, and she was very worried.

At this moment, a burst of warmth came from her hand, but it was Li Canglan who quietly took her hand from nowhere. Thin and small, the thin back is not as tall as himself, and he doesn't know when he got up, and he quietly blocked in front of him.

He had already noticed the clue of the lanterns, and went to the inn to find his father, and fetched a bow and arrow. Knowing that the master is not there, most of the ancient trees are dangerous. He could have walked away, without having to face the black oppressive crowd in front of him, and he didn't have to face such a dangerous situation.

But he ran back without hesitation, sweating profusely, just to give himself such a favorite hairpin? Lan Ruyin looked at the back in front of him and was stunned.

Li Canglan didn't know the cranky thoughts in the girl's mind behind her, and her eyes were staring at the people holding the murder weapon in front of her, and the enemy was outnumbered, and she didn't dare to be negligent at all.

He didn't think about it so much this time, he only knew that his senior sister was still here, he had to come back, and since the trick of the fox blood and incense was seen through by himself, he must not sit idly by.

One of the things I regret the most in my short ten years of life is that I listened to my father's words at that time and took my mother first.

If I had been there, would the situation have been a little different? Would my father not have died? If my father had not died, would my mother not have been martyred? ?

Li Canglan asks himself these same questions every night. In a late-night dream, every time I dream of my parents' voices and smiles again, I still can't stop bursting with tears. He didn't know the answers to those questions because he had missed that opportunity to make a choice forever.

He didn't want to regret asking himself the same question in the dead of night again. So this time, he won't go again anyway.