Yang Jian, is this yours?

"Are you talking to me?" Na Xiutai asked Qingxi suspiciously.

Qingxi realized that his and Nezha's voices did not match, so he shook his head and said, "Sorry, I got the wrong person."

Xiutai felt baffled, then nodded to Qingxi and quickly dived into the water and disappeared.

The wind blew the lotus slightly, and Nezha's voice appeared again, "I am here, looking at the lotus, looking at the lotus."

Qingxi immediately leaned over to listen carefully, only to realize that it was indeed Nezha's voice.

"Why did you appear here and turned into a lotus?" Qingxi asked hurriedly and anxiously: "Then Brother Yang..."

"Don't worry, he's fine, I just temporarily borrowed my soul to this lotus," Nezha said, "Time is running out, and it took us a lot of effort to find you again, Qingxi, come with me." Go back."

"Go back? Can I go to your place again?" Qingxi felt her heart beating like it was about to jump out.

"That's natural, but you need to hurry up. Our strength is slightly insufficient, so the space-time channel will close very quickly. If you can't get in, then we can't open it anymore." Nezha paused and said: " Qingxi, are you still coming back?"

There was a cautious temptation in his words, Qingxi got up and took a look at the beautiful scenery of Qixiu, and he resolutely said to Lotus Nezha: "Please give me some more time, I will come right away."

Nezha Lotus shook his huge head and said, "That's great Qingxi! Then you must hurry up."

Qingxi nodded and left quickly. He went to ask sister Naxiang from Xiufang to borrow some pens and ink to write a letter quickly. After finishing, he told the gentle woman to hand it to the person in Chunyang Palace.

"Sister, please." Qing Xi solemnly bowed to Na Xiang.

"Don't worry," Naxiang said with a smile, "I'll definitely bring it with you. Do what you want."

Qingxi gave her a grateful smile before leaving, and a cute boy in pink clothes came over with a fish basket on his back and said, "Sister Naxiang, I caught a lot of fish!" He looked at Qingxi who was going away and said doubtfully: "Hey, didn't you just see that little Taoist leader by the lake just now, what's the matter with him?"

"He asked us to send a letter to Chunyang Palace." Naxiang looked at her junior and smiled and said, "Perhaps, you are willing to make this trip?"

"Of course, Sister Naxiang, I'm very happy!" The boy cheered: "You can go out and play, that's great! I just want to take this opportunity to travel all over the world and become famous all over the world!"

When the boy finally delivered the letter, Yu Rui had a bad feeling when she got it. Sure enough, her eyes became moist after reading the letter, and finally she smiled slightly.

In the letter, Qingxi explained his departure in detail and apologized to the teachers and uncles, and finally he said——

'...Thank you for the love and teaching of my uncles for so many years, but now that Qingxi has someone she can't let go of, she can no longer be calm, and she understands what Uncle Yu Rui once said. , I know that I am irresponsible to go this way, and I don't even have time to see my uncle and fellow disciples. However, time is running out. Now that the Tang Dynasty has rebuilt its prosperous and prosperous appearance, there will be no more wars, the world will be peaceful, and Chunyang Palace will definitely return. Peaceful and stable.

... I hope that the masters and uncles will cherish each other.

——Unworthy Disciple Qingxi Sincerely

Yu Rui put down the letter paper in his hand, looked at the blue sky and the distant cranes and sighed softly: "Go to Qingxi, go and pursue your own life."

The earth seemed to have been scorched by flames. Qingxi was hiding under the shade of a tree to enjoy the coolness. When he was teleported by Nezha that day, he found that he seemed to have come to the wrong place. Surrounded by a stretch of magnificent desert, he was alone. Lie Yang walked away Feifei, and finally came to this place with a little green shade before he was about to die in the sun, but what he is afraid of now is that if Nezha sends him to the wrong place, he may not be able to go back for the rest of his life, after all He had never heard that there was a desert here.

Qingxi scooped out the clear but scarce water from the small pool with his hands and splashed it on his face, but the water was not cool, but also gave off a warm feeling.

He got up and looked around, and found that except for the continuous sand dunes behind him, the ground in front of the small oasis became flat, and occasionally he could see some wilted yellow grasses crowded together, which meant that he was right. There is no way that there will be another desert on the opposite side. Qingxi cheered herself up optimistically and continued to move forward.

This time, not long after he walked, he saw a city tower standing on the flat ground in the distance, Qingxi's footsteps became excited, and he moved forward quickly with a dodge, and soon he was getting closer and closer to the city tower, but I don't know if it was his illusion, but Qingxi always felt as if he heard a strange and ethereal bell sound coming from the tower, but it disappeared in an instant. It was dilapidated, the knocker on the door was rusted, and the flags hanging on it had become tattered and unrecognizable.

The strange thing is that this city tower is not a typical city tower used in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and it is also somewhat different from the towers of the Tang Dynasty. If you look closely, there are many traces of smoke and fire on it, and there seem to be scratches on the city wall.

Qingxi couldn't help frowning, he hesitated for a while and chose to push open the city gate.

The dilapidated city gate that hadn't been pushed open for a long time made a heavy rumbling sound, which was a signal that broke the silence.

There was a layer of dust on the palm of his hand, Qingxi rubbed his palm casually and walked in, holding the sword firmly in his hand, ready to defend immediately if something went wrong.

The goal is a devastated and quiet street. There are many collapsed stalls on both sides of the street. Most of the doors and windows are damaged. Some of the plaques on them are half-hanging on the door. The paint outlined a hideous picture, and Qingxi knew it was blood.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, not even the sound of the breeze blowing, time seemed to stand still.

Qingxi's footsteps moved forward slowly, and fine dust floated up and down with her footsteps.

At this moment, Qingxi suddenly heard a beast-like grunt coming from a dark alley, and the sound became louder and louder. Qingxi's breath became cold all over. At this moment, he felt that someone was behind him. Approaching quickly, Qingxi turned her head abruptly and then stepped back lightly to get away from the person coming.

However, when he saw what was coming, his eyes widened suddenly, and he whispered in disbelief: "The corpse man..."

The person who came was a dead body with distorted limbs, gray and stiff face, and naked body. His eyeballs had been dried out, but they were still shaking from side to side with difficulty. His two arms were twisted and folded, and his feet He also turned outwards naturally, but this did not affect his swiftness of movement. Soon he was only a few feet away from Qingxi. With his movements, more and more corpses also came out from the corners. , groping over to surround Qingxi.

Qingxi cut off the heads of the corpses closest to him without hesitation, and wanted to get out of the corpse nest as soon as possible, but the corpses kept pouring in, so he could only grab two fallen door plaques and step on them. Jumped onto the roof.

And looking at it this way is even more terrible. All the corpses on the street came to the place where Qingxi was as if they had made an appointment, and they were still struggling to climb to the roof. Qingxi wanted to find a way to escape, but Suddenly found a few familiar faces among these corpses.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart seemed to be squeezed by someone suddenly. Those people were——

The author has something to say: Guess where he went, Yang Jian should also appear, maybe his appearance will be a bit different...

I spent the whole afternoon ordering food, donkeys rolling crystal glutinous rice balls and so on, and then proved once again that handicapped hands are really not suitable for cooking orz is so heartbroken, and finally had to eat on his knees——