Late Night Tales Of The Capital

Mo Dao’s heart is like iron, and he can’t see the red leaves of Manchuan.

There is no tears in the leaves, although the trip is destined to be dangerous, but he does not feel that he can not return. The words that were said last night have already been finished, and the person I met has seen it last night, so there is no parting this morning.

For the money sent by the brothers and sisters, except for a sachet, the leaves are not collected. The dragon dynasty mausoleum wins the treasure, the Linghai has the golden scorpion Tianyuan, and the heart has the spring and autumn thirteen swords.

Facing the bleakness of the early autumn, stepping on the clear morning light, Ye left the hand and left Luoyang City.

The Dragon Maiden Mausoleum is located in the northwest direction of Luoyang, hidden in the depths of a towering mountain. It is said that the winter snow does not change, the summer rain and fog are misty, the jungle is dense, the beasts are vertical and horizontal, and the mortals enter, and there are no deaths.

Hand-held precision maps from the palace, the leaf is missing for three days, and finally came to the heart of the red heart.

The entrance to the Emperor's Mausoleum, the first line of gorges

I saw it in the middle of a mountain that could not be seen. A narrow narrow road was like a sword. The mountain was directly split into two halves and became this line of canyons.

At the entrance to the canyon stands a stone monument with three long heights. The inscription is engraved with eight characters. "The imperial mausoleum is heavy, and the insiders die!"

From Luoyang City all the way, although it has seen autumn colors, the temperature is still warm, until here, the temperature plummeted.

Standing in the mouth of the valley, a cold breeze blows in front of the face, the grass under the feet is still annoying dark green, the grass in the valley is actually brownish yellow, the difference between the steps seems to be two worlds.

"Is the insider dead?"

"Then let me see this worldly Jedi, how is it, can it still compare to the fairyland?" Ye Xiaoyu whispered, striding across the boundary between yellow and green, entered This line of gorges.

The body of the sea is slightly condensed.

Wandering in the sky, the golden dragonfly formed by Tianyuan, a Shanwei, Linghai restored calm.

"Array method!"

"I should have just passed through the edge of a large array. I have not found any existence of the formation here!" The face of the leaf is finally serious. It is not the place where the river was born. It does have its essence.

"This array of methods should be used to limit the realm. No wonder the information says that those who enter the Dragon Emperor's Mausoleum must be practitioners. The realm needs to be between the spiritual realm and the glory. There is not much more. The mortal will die, Those who are in high spirits will also die!"

Slowly walking in the narrow valley, the gas exhaled in the mouth quickly became a fog. There are not many vines on the wall of the gorge, and the vine leaves have already fallen, leaving only a few dry yellow branches to dance in the wind.

The line of sight gradually became dark, looking up, only to see a vaginal sky.

The ear is a whistling cold wind, and the tip of the nose is getting sour and sour.

God read a movement, a small sword emitting blue light directly from the heart of the door, floating in the air, the leaf is not summoned is the fourth sword in the thirteen sword, the dog is the most bright Thick, there is no torch at the moment, just right.

The lack of leaves can replace the sense of touch, but can not replace the eyes, and some of the light is still needed.

After the hyena lit up, it didn't take two steps. There was a dark red blood drop on the wall of the front of the gorge. The first few steps, the finger gently wiped it, it was the blood of the recent days.

"It seems that someone has been here." Ye missed thinking like this.

Already someone?

In fact, the lack of leaves still underestimates the actions of those Zongmen forces. This is where some people have come, and seriously counted, the leaf deficiency is probably the latest to come here, the last person who passed through the first line of gorges, other sects The juvenile genius of Jinglingjing and Xingyao has arrived almost a few days in advance.

This competition is the artifact of the river, who is willing to fall behind!

Sometimes, one step is bad, and the result may be a difference.

Another cold wind smashed, the leaf lacking a brow suddenly picked, the spirit sword floating in the air, the sword body violently stretched, the tip of the sword first turned to the left, and then quickly swayed to the right, slamming And out.

There was a harsh whine in the position about five meters ahead. The blue-eyed hyena shook a few swords, and the screams stopped, and a light gray fluorescent flashed out in the air.

"Ghosts?"

"I haven't really entered this dragon's mausoleum, but I have encountered the ghost!" Ye missed the light gray fluorescent light that gradually disappeared not far away, no wonder that it must be a practitioner, that mortal not to mention the emperor The mausoleum is a dragon, I am afraid that this small first-line gorge can not go out.

The ghost is a person who can't enter the reincarnation after death, and thus stays in the earthly spirit. Since it is the imperial tomb of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, most of the leaf deficiency conjectures were when the mausoleum was repaired in the past, only the momentum of this line of gorges was observed. I can imagine that the imperial tomb must be quite magnificent and magnificent.

Half an hour, Ye Xiao suffered an attack from no less than 100 ghosts. He finally walked out of the first gorge. During the period, except for the little blood of the stars, he had never seen any figure or corpse of the practitioner.

Think carefully, too, the courage to come here must be the leader in the Zongmen, as long as it is not too rash, the little ghost can not help everyone, the greatest use of this ghost is probably to prevent ordinary people from moving forward.

Walking out of the first gorge, the line of sight instantly became wide, and the dark and damp taste disappeared. The head was blue sky, and the head was an endless forest.

Perhaps the sky is getting darker, or maybe the trees are gradually dying, and the forest in front of them is a bit dark red.

Dark is the sky.

Red is Fenglin.

I have been walking for three days, and now I have just entered the Dragon Mausoleum.

The artifact is not yet born, he is not in a hurry, and walking fast is not necessarily a good thing. Slow walking is not necessarily a bad thing.

Slightly deviated from the mouth of the valley, the leaf lacked a few hundred meters away, and then found a sheltered mountain, ready to rest here for one night, countless blood lessons tell the leaf lack, no matter when and where, late at night It’s more than a few times more dangerous than the day.

The darkness of the night and the darkness will subtly arouse the desires of people or devils.

Bloodthirsty, violence, darkness and killing often occur in the night.

A brief inspection of the surrounding hundreds of meters, leaf defects did not find anomalies, so that he found a few sweet potatoes.

The sky in the mountains was very dark, and it was still dark, and it quickly became dark.

A pile of bonfires has been raised in advance in front of the leaf, using the nearest maple. At the foot of the mountain, there was no wind at night, sitting on the side of the fire, watching the red flames of the eyes gently shaking the waist and making a slight creaking sound.

The lack of leaves picked up a branch and fiddled with the two sweet potatoes in the fire. The thought in the mind was that the old housekeeper of the military office left his last words, "Tell Ye, the river."

"The death of the old housekeeper is undoubtedly related to the Mozu. The poison has already explained the problem. How did Ye Zhengru die? Is it the Mozu? If it is a Mozu, why should you guide yourself to find it? What is the connection between artifacts and rivers?"

The melon-flavored maple scent gradually drifted out.

Pulling a roasted sweet potato from the fire, using a fingertip to catch and slowly tear the sweet potato slightly burnt skin, the leaves lacked and began to slowly eat the white hot flesh that braved the hot steam, under the fire The face of the leaf is flickering.

(Second today, the new journey begins.)