This is the flower of the other side.

Yin Fan, who came to the outside of the hall, didn't know why he recognized this thing. He half-crouched down and looked at the unfamiliar but obvious and familiar flowers. The bright red petals have tiny teardrops of water, which I don't know if they are caused by the fog or the rain.

He looked up at the sky, a cloudy yellow with slightly reddish clouds.

Where is this place?

The reason why there is such a doubt is not because it is a fantasy. It was precisely because he knew that he was in the ladder of inaction, so he was even more sure that this place was definitely an illusion. But this illusion was not true, and the most fatal thing for him was that he vaguely felt that this place was very familiar.

Familiarity with ...... Familiar to be more familiar than the Yin family in Sinan City and Qianqi Xiaozhai.

But he couldn't remember where it was. Suddenly I had a headache, as if a suppressed place in my mind was starting to explode, and I forced a place to squeeze through it, trying to have a place in my already small brain.

He withstood a severe headache and walked on the ground full of bright red flowers.

It's in front of this.

Yin Fan involuntarily followed the inexplicable guidance in his mind and walked into the distance. He didn't know how much time it took, he just kept walking and walking......

It's like that's been it since time immemorial. Get out of the palace and walk through the long, even never-ending, sea of flowers on the other side, to get there.

But where is it, and what are you going to do there?

Yin Fan's originally stretched brows gathered again.

"As long as you are happy, I will plant all the flowers on the other side of this place. ”

Such a sentence rang out from the depths of his mind for no reason, and his head hurt even more. Even, he didn't know who he was and why he was here. The breeze blows, with a hint of coolness and refreshment.

Is it water? Is there water ahead?

Yin Fan raised his head and looked into the distance. It was as if we had come to the end of this place, a lake with no other shore in sight, not far away.

"Huh?"

Only thirty feet away from him, there was a woman standing by the lake. She wore an extremely gorgeous long dress, and the wide skirt fluttered in the wind, making people feel that they were blending in with the sea of flowers of the same color around her.

Yin Fan walked a few feet behind her and stopped, looking carefully.

is a woman, dressed in bright red tones, and her dress is better than that of the queen of the world. Her hair was black at first, but on closer inspection, it turned bright red. In the blink of an eye, it turned black again. The ends of the hair are embellished with precious stones, rhinestones and other extravagant objects, showing the meaning of dignity.

"What's the matter? ”

She spoke suddenly, her voice cold, without a trace of emotion, but full of irresistible majesty. But Yin Fan suddenly felt cordial, he vaguely felt that this voice was too familiar, and it was not so cold and serious before.

Should it be more playful and cute?

"Huh?"

The woman's patience seemed to be extremely poor, and she did not receive an answer, and instantly became irritable, and her deep voice was full of murderous intent, cutting the petals of the flowers that passed by her. Fragments of petals floated in the air, glowing a vivid blood-red color, like blood. Slowly, dragging the gorgeous imperial dress on her body, she turned around.

The face that greeted him startled, and the questions that were wrapped around her mind were covered by a sudden blankness.

This moment seems to be eternal. Her beautiful face, which was delicately depicted in a picturesque way, twitched imperceptibly. The red eyes, which were originally like rubies, slowly lit up brightly from the depths.

"You ......"

Her voice was hoarse for a moment, but crisp.

Yin Fan's eyes also reflected the woman's face, and when she began to think about who this woman was, an unprecedented headache began to rage. For some reason, when he was about to compare the woman's face with a shadow in the depths of his memory, he would forget what the person in front of him looked like, and at the same time, because he touched the memory in the depths, an unbearable headache fed back to him. Under the two impacts, all parts of his head were like thousands of needles, and in an instant, even the vision of his eyes became blurred.

The woman's blood-red eyes widened, her gaze glazed off, and she tried to say something with her half-open bright red lips, but in vain. Suddenly, she stepped forward, her feet covered by her wide, brightly colored skirt, like a ghost floating in a sea of flowers.

Yin Fan covered his forehead, and the pain that was about to tear from the inside made his whole body tremble slightly. In his eyes, which were slightly narrowed due to pain, he saw the beautiful woman and walked in front of him step by step.

She leaned out, her chest leaned slightly against Yin Fan's body, raised her head, and stared at him silently, the bright red light in her eyes gradually contracted, forming a pattern composed of three slender petals in her pupils. Suddenly, two lines of blood flowed out of her bright red eyes, down her cheeks, and landed on Yin Fan's clothes. Then, she lifted her right hand with the cone of blood jade fingers and reached for his face.

A bright thunder suddenly flashed silently in the sky, and the blue-purple light instantly illuminated the space. No thunder was heard, but a majestic and low voice came to Yin Fan's mind.

"Don't wake up yet!"

Although this voice sounded in my head, it seemed extremely loud, and the tearing pain seemed to be dispelled by this voice, and disappeared without a trace. At the same time, in the blink of an eye, all the surrounding scenes dissipated in an instant, and what appeared in front of me was still a mist-shrouded mountain road.

After there was no pain, Yin Fan's consciousness gradually woke up. But with his wakefulness, everything he had just experienced suddenly blurred, and faded out of his mind like quicksand.

A gust of wind blew from the cliffs not far to the left, and the forest on the right swayed, making a rustling sound of leaves, bamboo leaves, and low shrubs.

Tormented by the sudden headache, he closed his eyes, exhaled a long turbid breath that was stuffed in his chest, and then breathed deeply. The air is filled with fresh air, the slightly bitter smell of leaves, the inexplicable aroma of wildflowers, and the slightly pungent but sweet aftertaste of flowers.

He opened his eyes and couldn't help but be stunned. Around the stone staircase facing the cliff, bright red petals floated out of the void, and the petals shimmered bright red and cast onto the moss-covered staircase.

"What......"

Yin Fan was taken aback, but before he could react to what was happening, the bright red petal light intensified, and then flashed, and the bright blood-red light pierced into his eyes. When Yin Fan opened his eyes, the surroundings had changed, and he returned to the sea of flowers on the other side, the lakeside.

I lowered my head too much, and saw the beautiful woman again, and in an instant, the headache struck again.

The woman's right hand was still raised, slowly reaching out to Yin Fan's face. Her lips smeared with bright red rouge were slightly open, but she was still speechless.

"Z", quite a harsh and strange sound, the surrounding scenery was distorted and shattered in the blink of an eye, and then it turned into Penglai's Wuwei Ladder again, and then, Yin Fan's memory just now began to drain again.

But just after Yin Fan blinked his eyes, the world changed back into illusion again, on the other side of the sea of flowers, beside that woman.

The woman's hand was getting closer and closer, and she was about to touch Yin Fan.

Suddenly, the space on Yin Fan's side was distorted, and from the void, a palm with thick bones stretched out and placed it on Yin Fan's right shoulder.

A cool stimulus swam all over his body, and in an instant, the surrounding scenery flashed back to Penglai.

Yin Fan looked sideways along the arm on his right shoulder and saw a middle-aged Taoist wearing a black and white robe. The Taoist has a gentle face, but his gaze is like a torch, which is intimidating, and a deep wrinkle on his forehead is like a sharp sword, adding to the majesty.

When he saw Yin Fan wake up, his brows relaxed, then he looked up at the sky and let go of his right hand to draw the scroll. Leaving his palm, the scroll slowly rose by itself and unfolded in the air, revealing a pair of quaint and vicissitudes of Tai Chi pattern. The Taoist put his hands behind his back, but he said words that made Yin Fan extremely stunned.

"I said, the goblins are here, why aren't you there. I have been doing it for a long time and this Seal Heaven Mirror has just been on. The Taoist snorted and said lightly: "If I had found out that it was the two of you earlier, I would have thrown you directly into the sea, so as not to go up the mountain and cause endless trouble to Penglai in the future......"

Yin Fan never expected that this immortal Daoist would say such unclear and obviously disgusted words, and he was stunned for a while, not knowing how to answer.

When the Taoist was about to say something more, two red light clusters separated by dozens of zhang flashed in the sky, and the light clusters drew a straight horizontal line to both sides, leaving two traces of blood-red light in the air. Then the light of the trace intensified, and then it began to crack in the middle, stretching to the sides, and soon turned into a pair of huge bloody eyes without pupils.

The Taoist priest snorted and said, "She really doesn't give up!"

The Taoist raised his hand, pinched the hand of the Dharma and turned it slightly, and a round of Taiji diagram slowly flew out from the scroll floating above his head, spinning on its own. The Taiji diagram rises with the wind, and in an instant it is more than ten zhang wide in diameter. Then, the Daoist opened his broad palm and gently pushed it in the direction of the huge bloody eye.

Two gases, one black and one white, rose from the Taiji diagram, intertwined with each other, condensed into the shape of a double-edged straight sword, and then rushed straight into the sky with an unstoppable momentum, stabbing at the bloody eye.

The bloody eye opened suddenly, and a slender arm stretched out from each of the two eyes, and he actually grasped the lightning-fast qi sword. But only a moment later, countless cracks appeared in both arms at the same time, and then there was a sharp sound like a huge glass shattering, and countless slender petals burst open.

The momentum of the unblocked qi sword became even stronger, piercing through the gap in the middle of the bloody eye in one fell swoop. The bloody eye was stunned, and then instantly collapsed and contracted, dissipating into nothingness. Only the petals scattered in the sky flew alone in the air.

The Daoist's right hand swiped from left to right again, and the qi sword turned into countless tiny, black-and-white entwined gases in the high-speed flight, piercing the petals in the sky. Each petal was pierced, and it visibly turned into a red gas and dissipated, accompanied by a subtle but extremely poignant cry.

Countless small shouts responded to each other, and the mournful shouts were amplified several times, and their impact actually formed an illusory ghost and rushed towards the direction where Dao and Yin Fan were.

The Taoist frowned slightly, as if he hadn't thought of such a trick at all. His right palm opened again, retracting and turning half a clockwise turn. The countless black and white gases in the air suddenly disappeared in the air, and the next moment, a rotating Taiji diagram appeared again in the air above Yin Fan and the Taoist's heads.

The ghost figure was covered in a tattered cloak at the corners, and its almost transparent body glowed with a faint green light. When it saw the Taiji diagram, it didn't dodge, and its terrible cry became even more crazy. It's just that as soon as it hit the Taiji diagram, it turned into a milky white light smoke, which was blown away by the wind on this high mountain.

The Taoist let go of the hand that had been hitting Yin Fan's shoulder, and his right hand was lifted into the air. The Taiji diagram began to shrink, and then flew back into the scroll, which closed on its own and fell back into the hands of the Taoist from the air. He raised his head, looked at the place where the bloody eye had appeared just now, and whispered:

"This woman, has the Tao been refined again?"

He shook his head, not knowing whether to throw the question or helplessness out of his mind, holding the scroll and walking up the stone stairs, he said lightly.

"Let's go, this Wuwei Ladder really doesn't dare to let you go, just climb the mountain and exercise your body." ”

Although Yin Fan has not practiced spells in the Eight Classics, he has also seen characters like Wuyinglou. But at this time, when he saw the Taoist supernatural powers, he was suddenly speechless, and then he thought that he said some specious things when he met, and suddenly became suspicious of the identity of this Taoist person.

Although he was only puzzled by what the Daoist had just said, he did help him, at least he wouldn't do anything to throw him into the sea at this moment. He was a little embarrassed, scratched the back of his head, and finally stubbornly followed him.

Suddenly, a small voice came into Yin Fan's ears from the mountain breeze that blew from it.

"Brother......

He jerked his head up and looked at the sky. In the depths of the firmament, there seems to be a small crack quietly closing. The Taoist priest seemed to notice something, paused, but only snorted and walked up again.

Yin Fan came back to his senses and followed the Taoist priest, but the word "brother" kept echoing in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.