Dreams in Paradise

Liu Shui pushed him away with a palm, and snatched the antidote from Yinhuan's hand, "What antidote is this?"

Yinhuan: "Broken Soul Incense."

Shuangcheng protected Shan Lingyu behind his back, Liu Shui said: "Take out the antidote for the iron painted silver hook."

Shan Lingyu said: "Impossible!"

Qin Yingying said: "My lord, don't talk nonsense with him, just tie him back and cut the flesh one by one until you get the antidote."

Shan Lingyu snatched all the antidote from Yinhuan's hand and threw them on the ground and crushed them.

Liu Shui said: "Lingyu, why are you forcing me so much?"

Shan Lingyu roared: "Why are you so determined to marry him?! Why do you only see him!"

Liu Shui said: "Tie me back!" Ignoring Shan Lingyu again, he ran towards Xiajincheng with the antidote of Duan Hunxiang.

Cheng Weiwei waited at the gate of the city, saw him, and immediately said: "The city lord is in the star picking tower! He was poisoned by the broken soul incense and the iron painted silver hook. The city lord Baibing is already saving him, and we are also preparing an antidote."

Liu Shui rushed straight to the Star Picking Tower, and said: "I have the antidote for Duanhunxiang in my hand, let someone go to the Star Picking Tower to see if the antidote is real or not."

The gate of Zhaixing Building was full of people, and the running water rushed up regardless.

In the Zhaixing Building, only Hualuo was lying on the long couch.

The running water rushed over, and the silver mask was pitch-black.He grabbed Hualuo's hand, it was cold and stinging.He didn't dare to sniff out Hualuo's breath, and only shouted: "Bai Bing! Bai Bing!"

Pushed upstairs by the crowd, Wang Huohuo whispered, "City Lord Baibing just left."

Liu Shui said: "Hua Luo is still here, what did he go out for? Where did he go?"

Wang Huohuo said: "City Lord Baibing said... that festivals and sorrows will change."

Liu Shui said: "Nonsense! Where's the person who prepared the antidote! Find him! I have the antidote here!"

As soon as Yingxin came back, she heard the sound of running water, rushed up and snatched the bottle from Liu Shui's hand, "My lord, show me the antidote!"

She sniffed it, poured out one to the people around her, and said, "Feed it to those who have been intoxicated by the incense of breaking the soul."

Liu Shui said: "Is it true?"

Ying Xin said: "It's a bit weird, it's different from the usual Duan Hun Xiang antidote, let me try it first."

Liu Shui said: "Yingxin, come and take a look, Hualuo's hands are very cold. Cheng Weiwei said that he was also poisoned by the iron hook and silver hook, you should think of a way!"

"Iron Painting Silver Hook!" Ying Xin rushed over to catch Hua Luo's veins, "So many Iron Painting Silver Hook Poisons and Broken Soul Incense are used together, who is so vicious and wants to put the city lord to death!"

Liu Shui said: "Yingxin, what nonsense are you talking about? If you get the pulse, hurry up and prepare an antidote for Hualuo. Hualuo needs an antidote."

Yingxin fingertips probed for Hualuo's breath, and said tremblingly, "Your...Young master, I'm out of breath."

"Get out of the way!" Bai Bing pushed a crystal ice coffin in through the window, opened the coffin lid and put Hua Luo in.

Before the running water could react, Bai Bing had already closed the coffin and wanted to go out through the window.

Liu Shui rushed over to hug the crystal ice coffin, and said, "Where are you taking him! He's waiting for the antidote here."

Bai Bing brushed him away with one hand, "He is dead, I will take him back to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, and the fallen leaves return to their roots."

Liu Shui chased all the way out for an unknown amount of time, until he reached a cliff, Bai Bing jumped down with the ice coffin, and just disappeared without a trace.

Liu Shui jumped down without thinking about anything, but the bottom was not the bottomless abyss seen on the cliff, but a cliff.

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"Bai Bing! Bai Bing! Open the door! Return Hua Luo!"

"Flowers fall, flowers fall!"

"Come here! Open the door! Open the door! The flowers fall!"

"Bai Bing! Come out!"

"Flowers fall!"

……

The running water covered every inch of the cliff, but there was no response at all, and no mechanism could be found.

He picked up the stone on the ground and threw it towards the cliff, but the cliff didn't move at all, only the rumbling sound of rolling and falling.

"Young man, why are you throwing your anger at a stone?"

Liu Shui heard someone talking, and turned around to see an old man coming out of the mountain with a hoe and a broken basket on his back.He quickly ran over and grabbed his shoulder, "Old man, do you know how to open this door? Did you come out from inside? Open the door for me!"

The old man glanced at him up and down, "Why is such a good young man talking so crazy. Where did the door come from here? I went to the mountain to burn charcoal and saw you set my gas with a stone. What wronged you?"

Liu Shui said: "Someone has entered on this rock. There must be a door here. Please open it for me and let me in!"

The old man's bones were about to fall apart, so he had no choice but to push him away, saying: "My old man has been going in and out of this mountain for decades, and I have never seen anyone go in through this rock. You are a good young man, with eyes It's more expensive than my old man. Don't be crazy, go back, it's very cold."

Liu Shui grabbed his hand and said: "Old man, someone really went in, please tell me how to get in, I'm going to find him."

The old man said: "You young man don't listen to what you say. This is a rock. Nothing grows and nothing grows. Who can get in from here." He looked at the hoe in his hand and said: "Wait Come on, let me dig it for you to see, this is a rock that cannot be dug.”

The old man is 70 to [-] years old, but his strength is still good.When a hoe goes down, only a shallow mark is left.

He said: "Look, even a hoe can't dig it, who can open the door here. Go back quickly! My old man is going to sell charcoal!"

Liu Shui took out a handful of silver from his body and handed it to him, and grabbed the hoe, "Old man, sell me the hoe, and I'll dig it. I dug up the cliff and got it out."

The old man was robbed of the hoe by him, and he didn't leave, just watched him digging the big rock mountain like a madman.

He looked at the money in his hand, and said, "Wait, I'll find someone to help you." He sighed as he walked towards the village, "How can a good young man compete with a stone that has not moved for thousands of years?" Could it be that someone was buried in it? It shouldn’t be! Cough, maybe my old man is crazy too.”

The running water poured all the strength of the body onto the hoe, and dug the cliff like a madman.

Sure enough, the old man brought a group of villagers to help him dig the mountain.People big and small, men, women and children, with baskets and shovels, started digging before they reached the cliff.

The old man said: "Young man, I brought all the people from the village here to help you. This mountain has been standing here for tens of thousands of years, nothing grows, nothing grows, and it is difficult for the people in our village to go out of the mountain." It will take ten and a half months, and the people in a village will be poor and crazy, so why not just dig it all up."

Liu Shui didn't even think about it, he kept bowing to thank everyone, touched his body, took out all the silver and stuffed it into the old man's hand, "Thank you old man, everyone helped me dig this cliff, I will thank you all. Thank you ,Thank you!"

But several days and nights passed, and there were still only some shallow marks left on the cliff, not even a piece of gravel was dug out.

The people in the village were discouraged and said: "Carbon man, this stone has been standing here for generations. I don't know how many years it has been standing. The wind and rain will not change, and no grass will grow. Now that these days have been dug, even the corners of the stone have been standing here. We can’t even dig it down. This mountain still doesn’t want to give us a good life!”

"Oh!" The old man also shook his head. "If we start this way, we won't dig this mountain anymore. In the future, no one will dig this mountain. Our children and grandchildren will never want to live a good life. They will all die poor and closed in this mountain, no matter who The family has a child, and the hard life will never end! The children and grandchildren have nothing to look forward to, so how do they live!"

The words made everyone fall silent.After an unknown amount of time, someone silently took the shovel in his hand and went to chisel the cliff without saying anything.

But the mountain is still the mountain.

The cliff is still the cliff.

Not moving.

Many people went back with their baskets one after another.

After ten and a half months of digging without eating or drinking, I finally collapsed from exhaustion.

His eyes were still open, staring fixedly at the cliff, his eye sockets were bloodshot.

The old man fed him some water, "You young man! If you can't figure out anything, you come here to seek death. How painful your parents' heart must be!"

The corner of Liu Shui's mouth twitched, "It's...dead, okay."

The old man said: "My old man sees that you have hatred! If you die like this, your soul will not be at peace. It's better! You'd better live! Go and get rid of the hatred in your heart, and live a good life."

The old man wanted to lift him up and carry him back, but when he got up, he saw a mass of people flying down from the cliff next to the charcoal burning, and sat down in fright.

Qin Feifei saw the running water still lying on the ground, and rushed over to sniff him. Seeing his eyes wide open, she called out, "Master!"

The old man was shocked, "Girl, you know this young man, take him back quickly! He is looking for death here!"

Yingxin and Cheng Caicai rushed over with the crowd.

Yingxin fed him a pill, then gave him a few sips of water, and said, "Young Master, he is exhausted from internal energy, and he has not eaten or drank, and is dehydrated and exhausted. He is a soft sedan chair, so I can carry him back. .”

Qin Feifei took out an ingot of silver from her bosom and gave it to the old man, saying, "Thank you, old man, for taking care of my young master."

The old man refused, "He has already given me a lot of money. The old man can't spend it all. You take him back and watch carefully, he has no heart to live. Give him something to think about."

The mountain is in a hurry, and the soft sedan is also simple.Liu Shui watched the cliff getting further and further away, unable to move, his eye sockets were about to burst.

Ying Xin was shocked: "My lord!"

Flowing water closed his eyes, and a drop of blood and tears fell.

Blood was also coming from the nose and corners of the mouth.

Reflecting the heart to feel the pulse, rushing to attack the heart, blocking the heart with qi.

She took the silver needle in her hand and pierced it half an inch from her heart, Liu Shui let out a muffled grunt.Ying Xin wept with joy, pulled out the silver needle, and wiped all the blood off his face with a handkerchief.

Everyone who returned to Xiajin City was in trouble.

I can't get into the Zhaixing Tower, and I don't know if I should go to the Red Silk Hall.

Zi Luo said: "Let's go back to the Red Silk Hall. Didn't the old man say that he wanted to find a thought for him? The young master's red flower is still there, and Master Liushui also had a thought when he saw it. Back then, young master's life was worse than death. Holding the red flower and holding on to it, Mr. Liushui might not be so easy to commit suicide after seeing the flower."

She still went back to the red silk hall, and she was still lying on the bed with the red silk curtain.

Liu Shui was in a coma for several days and nights and woke up with emptiness in his eyes and heart.

Ziluo moved the safflower with roots and soil from the stone wall of Hanshan Mountain to a jade basin and placed it on a small table that can be seen by the flowing water.

The screen next to it is embedded with the painting that A Wu stamped privately.

He opened his eyes wide, and without knowing where the strength came from, he pulled out the Luohong sword hanging by the bed, and stabbed the mountain spirit on the painting into several empty holes.

His whole body seemed to be sucked clean by those black holes, the red sword fell to the ground, and he fell down limply.

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