Jiang Liu remembered that the first time he entered the gate of the Moon Hall was a small door in a corner at the bend of the wall of the Shuangyue Nunnery, and he pushed open the small door and entered the Moon Palace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe entrance to the second moon hall is in the back garden of the Shuangyue-an. It was Xian'er who took him to the back garden, and then met the white-eyed monk, and the two of them entered the Moon Hall together.

Tonight is the fourteenth day of the lunar month, and the moon is very bright. Hung high in the sky like a silver platter. Jiang Liu glanced up at the sky, and the moon was almost full.

There are only twelve hours left, and if you can't find the entrance to the Moon Hall and can't get the well water from the ancient well, Jiang Liu doesn't know if Lin'er will survive the midnight of tomorrow night. On the last full moon night, there were five people guarding Lin'er, but now there are only three people around Lin'er, and Jiang Liu doesn't know what to do.

With a squeak, Jiang Liu pushed open the gate of the Shuangyue Nunnery, and he stepped over the high bluestone threshold and came to the door of the Shuangyue Nunnery, there was no one but the cold moonlight shining on the silvery white earth. The ground was covered with tiny leaves, a kind of leaf that the river had never seen before, a little whitish in color, and covered with speckled spots.

In addition to the gate of the Shuangyue-an, the river turns to the left, along the tall wall of the Shuangyue-an, and then turns to the left. Go about twenty or thirty feet further. There will be a small wooden door there, and it is from here that the river enters the Moon Hall first.

The closer you get, the more scared you feel, and people are always the most painful at the moment when they lose hope. Jiang Liu only hoped that the walls of the Shuangyue Nunnery should be as long as they were, so that he would not have to face disappointment. In fact he was disappointed as well, because he felt that he must have been lost.

There are only two options to walk along the root of the wall, either forward or backward. The river has been walking along the corner of the wall for half an hour. He felt that the time he had spent walking around the Shuangyue Nunnery twice in the small half hour was superfluous, but now he was still walking along the straight wall, the front was black and the back was also black, and a thin layer of cyan mist rose on the edge of the wall.

At this moment, a little light loomed in the cyan smoke in the distance. The river stopped, and the light seemed to suddenly appear in the cyan mist. He hesitated, he had been walking along the corner for so long, whether he wanted to go over there and take a look.

I don't know when Jiang Liu couldn't sense the magic bats flying in the air. The sensing range of the divine consciousness is compressed within a radius of one zhang around the body. Now Jiang Liu is not only listening with his ears, but also looking at it with his eyes wide open. Except for the mossy corner roots, there was only this sudden light.

"Let's take a look, I can't find any clues. Jiang Liu muttered to himself, and walked slowly towards the place where there was a little light.

The white moonlight shone on the cyan smoke, and suddenly the river heard the sound of running water. He hurriedly trotted up, and the sound of the flowing water was so beautiful that Jiang Liu's whole person was excited. The light of the fire is so faint, it should be far away, in fact, Jiang Liu walked a few steps forward and saw a dry grass hut, there was a tall bamboo pole on the side of the grass shed, and the light of the fire came from the lantern hanging on the bamboo pole.

There was another sound of running water, and this time the river was heard more vividly, as if it was in the ears. It's getting closer. Suddenly there was a man on the edge of the hut, and she was holding up a bucket of water, drenching it from head to foot.

With a clang, the barrel fell to the ground, and the old handle of the barrel was wrapped around a half-dried vine, and the river rushed forward two steps, pinching the vine in his hand. This vine gives people a familiar feeling, this is the bucket of water on the edge of the ancient well, Jiang Liu remembers very clearly, his hand was also cut by this vine, although there is no blood, but the hot taste he has not forgotten at all. Jiang Liu remembered very clearly, the end of the vine wrapped around the barrel was turquoise, and when it reached the end of the person's hold, it became dry, and Jiang Liu was worried about whether it would break, so he tried to pull it hard, but with Jiang Liu's strength, it was not moving. However, the vine with the thickness of the little thumb can withstand such a heavy force, so Jiang Liu is particularly impressed by this vine.

"You're here!" Jiang Liu was suddenly startled, and found that there was another person beside him, and all he thought about when he saw the vine just now was this vine, and he ignored the people around him. Only then did she raise her head, Hu Bumei's wet ice veil was tightly attached to her body, and her hair and small droplets of water were dripping down. The body is exquisite, and the eyes are blood-red. It's not that he didn't have the heart to pay attention to these, because behind Hu Bumei, a bush of fluffy and wet tails swayed behind her.

"Where does this water come from?" Jiang Liukou asked dryly.

"Of course, the water came from the well. Hu Bumei stretched out her long tongue and laughed weirdly.

Jiang Liu suddenly felt that he didn't know the woman opposite. Speaking of which, Hu Bumei's whereabouts have always been mysterious since they met, Jiang Liu knows that the exercises she practices are the same as Die Muhua's, and her seniority seems to be quite high, but I don't know what she wants to do every time she suddenly appears so mysteriously.

"Where's the well?" Jiang Liu hesitated, but still asked.

"Which well are you asking?" said Hu Bumei.

"Are there a lot of wells here?" Jiang Liu asked, puzzled.

"Not much, just one bite. Right behind you. Hu Bumei put her hands on her chest and threw a wink at Jiang Liu.

When Jiang Liu looked back, he found an ancient well behind him. This is obviously not the Moon Palace, but the ancient well is the ancient well. The edge of the wellhead is a wellhead made of bluestone, and the water traces on it are clear, as if someone had just hit the well water, not crossing the river to know that the water traces on the edge of the ancient well will never disappear. Even if it's been 10,000 years, and the water is changing all the time, as if the imprint on the stone is that of a swimming fish.

The water of the ancient well is not deep, and the river can see the moon in the water when lying on the stones at the mouth of the well. There is a bright moon in the sky, and a bright moon in the well. The bright moon in the sky was obscured by dark clouds, but the bright moon in the well was still bright and shining.

"Where is this?" Jiang Liu asked, straightening up.

"Tianhu Mountain!" Hu Bumei stretched out her hand to cover Yin Tao's small mouth and giggled, "Xiao Langjun, where are you from?"

Jiang Liu's heart chuckled, doesn't this Hu Bumei know me?