moonlit night

Three days later, on the water side.

Dozens of ancient mirrors, at least ten people high, stand densely in the quiet bamboo forest. The mirrors are covered with auras of different shapes and colors. Looking from a distance, the momentum is magnificent, just like the reappearance of ancient miracles.

That is the group of thousands of mirrors connecting the great thousand illusions.

At this moment, in front of one of the huge ancient mirrors lingering in pitch black, there are dozens of people standing in twos and threes, most of them are studying the structure of the ancient mirror, and among the first four people, a slightly fat boy in blue shirt is chattering talking:

"Wow, Luo Qingluan, just for our competition, Mr. Hengwu invited out Qian Shijing, it really is a big deal!"

"What is our competition?" Luo Qingluan shook his head, "Zhegui Guild is a great cultivation event, and it cannot be overemphasized. A mere thousand mirror is nothing."

"Anyway, thanks to this competition, I can also go to the legendary Sea of ​​Bliss. I still want to thank you little uncle," Xiao Ziyuan scratched his head, touched the neatly worn jade crown on his hair, and turned his head Winking at Jun Changye, he said: "Chang Ye, check if my hair crown is crooked."

In order to match the aquamarine forehead guard and the sea of ​​bliss that Yue Qingchen gave him this time, Xiao Ziyuan specially wore an aquamarine shirt, and tied up his usually loose hair due to laziness with a blue field jade crown. It just makes people feel clean and refreshed.

But when it comes to wearing blue, Yue Qingchen glanced lightly at Xiao Ziyuan's outer robe, and inadvertently thought of the fellow named Yun Ya on the Fuyao Peak of Kunwu Mountain. He usually likes wearing blue clothes the most, and every time he wears them, They all have a sense of clear sky and clear air, which can compare with the people in blue clothes beside them.

Calculating the time, he should come to Xiaoxiang by this time.

Yue Qingchen was thinking like this, but suddenly heard a chuckle from not far away, before the laughter dissipated, Yue Qingchen felt a pat on the shoulder, and turned his head slightly, only to find that standing in front of him, It was the person he had just thought of.

Yun Ya was wearing a very light plain blue shirt at the moment, carrying a jade fan in her hand, she was clearly dressed as a chican.Although he has a fiery temper, he can't hold back his handsome appearance, and he can scare people when he is not talking. Now he smiles with his brows and eyes stretched, without the fierce and murderous look of the past, it is even better to see the extreme, which made some young female cultivators present I was crazy about it.

Next to him was the fiery Feng Manlou in red clothes, and three or four Fuyao Peak disciples with outstanding abilities. When they saw Yue Qingchen, they all bowed their heads and saluted, and said respectfully: "I have seen Master Yue."

Jun Changye and the others naturally returned their salutes, and said respectfully, "I have met Uncle Yun."

Yunya ignored the vain courtesy among the younger generation, just looked at Yue Qingchen with a smile, then raised his hand, threw the fan in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said:

"I pretended to be in the way of this fan, but I was worried that there was no place to throw it away. Seeing you here, I'll give it to you to play with."

The fan feels extremely warm and cool to the touch, it is exactly the same as the mask on the face, it should be from the Beiming Xuanbing Jade.

Xuanbing jade is rare and rare, and it is a luxury to make fan bones, and the fan surface is made of ice silkworm silk with the four characters "fengqingyuebai" in calligraphy, which is even more rare in the world.

It's hard to tell whether he did it on purpose or not.

Yue Qingchen put away the fan, didn't say anything, and said directly to Yunya: "How are you thinking?"

"There's no need to think about it," Yunya turned her head and glanced at Feng Manlou beside her, "Feng Manlou is the best disciple of my class, so of course he's going to the most dangerous place, whether I'm going to kill ghosts or not? I think, on your side, naturally you should make the same plan."

"What do you think Qingluan wants?"

"Master, Uncle Yun, I'm fine." Luo Qingluan said crisply.

Yue Qingchen stared at Luo Qingluan for a moment, nodded, the girl smiled brightly, and then rushed to the building to show the rope buckle tied on her wrist, raised her chin and said: "I have already tied the concentric knot, Mr. Lou , please, just don’t hold me back.”

A knot of the same heart means that the wealth and life of the two people who entered the battle are connected together. If they live together, they will live together, and if they die, they will die together. If the wooden sign is used, both of them will consider it a failure at the same time.

Feng Manlou received her slightly provocative eyes, so he also raised his hand to show the knot tied on his wrist, saying: "To each other."

"Okay, it's a mule or a horse coming out for a walk, and I'll see the truth later in the mirror," Luo Qingluan stuck out his tongue at him, then waved at Yue Qingchen, and said sweetly: "Master, senior brother, I Let's go first."

After finishing speaking, she took the lead in standing in front of the ancient mirror, and when Feng Manlou also stood still in front of the mirror, she stepped into the mirror world together.

The figures of the two were quickly engulfed by the ancient mirror, Yunya saw that their figures could no longer be seen, and then she made a comment with a sense of appreciation: "This little niece, Hengwu, is really good."

"The kid from Feng's family has good aptitude," Yue Qingchen said lightly, "It's just that he's been spoiled too much."

After hearing this, Yunya first gave Jun Changye a meaningful look at Jun Changye, who was standing quietly beside him, and then said with a smile: "In fact, it is a blessing to be pampered by someone, as long as you know how to stand in the world, don't be in the blessing." If you don’t know your blessings, just do something that makes relatives and enemies come soon.”

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes to look at the sun in the sky, said to Yue Qingchen, "I'll send the others off first, and come back to find you later", then turned around like a gust of wind and left.

Before Yunya had gone too far, Gu Xichen, who was wearing a light fragrance of flowers, came with the disciples of Huanhua Palace. Yue Qingchen watched from a distance, but found that they treated each other coldly, especially Yunya, who even He didn't even bother to give any superficial politeness, his face turned into ice slag, he walked as fast as he wanted, and missed the Huanhua Palace in a flash, causing the disciples around him to give Gu Xichen a hasty walk Li, he trotted all the way to chase his master.

Seeing Yunya like this, Gu Xichen's delicate face immediately became a little colder, but he quickly hid this look, and changed into a beautiful smile, walking toward Yue Qingchen , softly said: "Yuelang."

Gu Xichen's makeup today is more refined than before, and it can be seen that she has dressed up with care, and beside her is the dignified Samanhua.

Because the girl showed her face in front of people last time, she simply stopped wearing the special veil made by Huanhua Palace. Today she is wearing a very solemn and gorgeous long purple dress. The light saree hangs from the top of her head to her waist, and her curly black ink is like seaweed. Her long hair was spread out, half covered with a layer of translucent light purple gauze from the left shoulder, and a pleated skirt embroidered with intricate gold patterns spread out underneath. When the breeze blows, the light shimmers like ripples. lake water.

The girl had cinnabar on her brows, golden accessories on her neck and wrists, her honey-colored skin was delicate and delicate, and she had an indescribably exotic style. She stood there with a reserved smile, but there were hooks in her eyes. Inadvertently, it will lead people to sink and sink.

Red makeup and bright colors, according to the shadow of Huanhuaxi, are peerless and beautiful.

"Manhua has seen the holy king." Shamanhua saluted Yue Qingchen gracefully, but his eyes swept across Jun Changye as if nothing, and smiled slightly after meeting his eyes, and then looked back as if nothing had happened.

Today the young man is dressed in white clothes, with a white snow pearl on his forehead, and a Xinghe light sword on his waist. He looks extremely handsome, and the coldness between his eyebrows and eyes is somewhat similar to that of Yue Qingchen beside him.

"Exemption." Yue Qingchen smiled faintly at Shamanhua.

"Yuelang," Gu Xichen interjected, still as gentle as water, "Manhua said that she has already made an agreement with your apprentice, and she has always had a plan to enter the ancient battlefield, so I will do it casually." She went."

She was extremely disliked by Jun Changye, so she didn't force herself to look at the young man. She just motioned to Sha Manhua. Seeing this, Jun Changye took a step forward and stretched out her hand. The girl smiled slightly and held her petite hand Put it in his palm, and said softly: "Thank you."

There are many changes in the illusion, and some realms restrict the use of spiritual power. Cultivators who enter the restricted spirit realm often choose to tie their hands together to prevent the two from being separated when entering the realm.

Coincidentally, the ancient battlefield environment is a spirit-limiting environment.

"A matter of duty." Jun Changye said lightly, he turned his head to look at Yue Qingchen, then lowered his eyes and said: "Master, Changye is gone."

Yue Qingchen nodded, the young man took another deep look at him, and took the gauze manhua with him, and walked towards the ancient mirror not far away that was full of blood, and when he got to him, he was instantly swallowed into it, disappeared.

Seeing that they had already entered the border, although Gu Xichen wanted to stay for a while, she also knew that Yue Qingchen didn't really want to be alone with her at the moment. , It will not be too late to make plans when the disciples return.

"Master, they're all gone," Xiao Ziyuan murmured, "The female disciple of Huanhua Palace looks good in clothes, but it's not practical. It's like going to perform in an opera. It's over, Chang Ye won't give it to her Fascinated, turn your elbows outward in the future."

He is really worried about it sincerely, but Yue Qingchen doesn't care about it, thinking that even if he is fascinated, it is reasonable.

Since ancient times, there have been many demon girls in the demon tribe. As a saint, Shamanhua was born with a beautiful face like a moon and a shameful flower. Jun Changye will be the right-hand man in the Demon Realm in the future.

There is actually a reason for her to dress up like that, and this reason lies in the secret realm.

Yue Qingchen didn't explain too much to Xiao Ziyuan, so Xiao Xiaopang didn't care too much. He thought to himself that no matter whether the younger brother took the little girl or was taken by the little girl in the future, he would definitely go to Huanhua Palace by himself. It was very convenient, and when he thought of the countless beautiful female disciples in Huanhua Palace, he secretly laughed to himself again.

The two of them were thinking about their own concerns, but they saw a young girl running from a distance, she was already dripping with sweat when she got to the front, the two of them took a closer look, it was Qu Lanshan who was dressed as a luthier.

"I'm sorry, Holy Monarch, Brother Xiao, I'm late," the girl panted slightly and apologized, and said very sadly: "I was delayed by something just now, let's go quickly."

"It's okay," Xiao Ziyuan hurriedly supported her, and said to Yue Qingchen: "Master, the disciple is gone. Go back."

Yue Qingchen asked him a few more words, and finally watched the two of them enter the realm of the Sea of ​​Bliss. When the figures of the two were no longer visible, he still stood there without moving, with a somewhat gloomy look on his face, as if Foreboding of the coming storm.

He thought about a lot of things, and waited until almost all the people in the venue had dispersed, then slowly walked back along the way he had come.

Even the moment of tranquility before the wind blows should give the mayflies who are awakened early enough a chance to break free from the overturning of fate and find an insignificant hiding place.

Volume [-]: Realm of a Thousand Worlds