Shuang Hua You Nuo

The situation in the fairy gate was changing, and it finally returned to calm.

The famous ancestor of Yiling and the solitary Lord Hanguang broke their sleeves. The junior and ghost general whom the Lan family had seen last time were running around. After becoming a position, he was more and more tossed by his uncle. There are so many things, too numerous to enumerate.

The tall Taoist in black silently listened to the words in the inn, watched the tea in the cup cool down, and finally left the money and walked out of the inn.

The Taoist was carrying two swords on his back, holding the floating dust in his arms, his face was handsome and condensed, his eyes were bright, and at a glance, he looked like the bright moon shining on the frost. It was Song Lan who parted from Wei Wuxian and his party in Yizhuang.

Song Lan heard that there was a walking corpse haunting the town to the west of this place, so he wanted to go there, not too far away, and suddenly felt something in his heart.Looking up, I saw a white rainbow descending in the sky.

A vision from the sky, I don't know where there is such a movement?Is there any strange treasure, or variable?But at this time, presumably someone will pay attention.

Looking away, Song Lan stretched out his hand to caress the spirit lock bag on his chest, and walked away.

As the sun slanted to the west and the night mist surged, finally an inn could be vaguely seen ahead, but there was just a place to rest.

This place happens to be a crossroads, a place where several towns must pass through, so the name of this inn is also randomly named "Sifang", which is simple and elegant.

Song Lan went into the store and asked for a room. Looking around, even though it was a small country store, it was tidy and clean, quite simple and cute.

After taking a bath, Song Lan sat cross-legged on the bed with her long black hair hanging loose, and carefully took out two spirit-locking pouches from her bosom. Inside were the souls of Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing.

It has been three years since I met Hanguang-jun.After three years of nurturing, the soul in the bag finally showed a slight improvement.But... it's only a slight improvement.

The two groups of souls were quietly shrunk in the spirit-locking pouch, and Song Lan's motionless expression finally gradually eased. He gently held the two spirit-locking pouches in his palm, his eyes were gentle, and his arrogance faded away.

"Xingchen, when I passed by the inn today, I heard that the fairy gate has gradually calmed down, and many interesting things have happened. Lord Hanguang and the ancestor of Yiling have even become Taoist couples.

The two of them have saved our lives, if we get married, we should also prepare a gift to congratulate, and you should also wake up.You used to get up early, I didn't know you could sleep so well now.

'

Thinking of the past, Song Lan couldn't help showing a smile on Qingjun's face, like a winter plum reflecting snow, dazzling to the extreme.

'You and I once said that we would go back to Baixue to appreciate the snow, but now such a beautiful scenery is cheaper for me alone.When you wake up, let's rebuild Baixue Temple and take in some more apprentices, okay?If you don't wake up, the girl A-Qing who follows you probably won't wake up either, right?You often say that I speak too little and my face is cold. If you don't wake up, this girl will be scared when she wakes up. Wake up quickly.... '

Song Lan closed his eyes, murmured in his heart, then carefully put the spirit lock bag into his bosom, drew out his two swords and wiped it silently.

Shuanghua has always been in Xiao Xingchen's heart. Song Lan would put Shuanghua on it every day when he wiped off the snow. Even if Xiao Xingchen was not awake, Shuanghua would never be covered by dust.

Returning the sword into its sheath, Song Lan sat there for a while, then suddenly came back to his senses, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

After becoming a murderous corpse, he is not afraid of wind, frost, rain and snow, sleepless or restless, and has no troubles.

It's just that... suddenly there is a lot of leisure, even in the past three years, it is still difficult for people to get used to.

Originally, Song Lan didn't need to stay in an inn, but thinking that Xiao Xingchen had been wandering for a long time, he shouldn't be sleeping in the open air, traveling all over the world like he is now, it should be more to his liking.

On the second day, Song Lan arrived at Liu Town, the destination of the trip.

It was March in Yangchun at this time, the catkins in the town were green, and the catkins were erratic, but the townspeople who were supposed to be laughing and laughing were all sad, and the atmosphere was heavy.

Song Lan dipped his index finger into the tea and wrote down questions on the table: "What happened here recently?"

The guy was startled, his expression was hesitant, and his eyes flickered.

Song Lan reached out and took out the broken silver and put it on the table.

As soon as the money appeared, the man's eyes lit up, and he began to talk endlessly with a smile on his face.

But it turns out that Liu Town has never had much contact with the outside world, and there are few people in the town. However, because of the favorable weather and beautiful mountains and rivers, the town has been smooth for hundreds of years.

One month ago, there was a sudden heavy rain, thunder and lightning, and the townspeople woke up the next day to find that the centuries-old willow tree in the town had been scorched and turned to the ground. There was a big hole under the tree, and there was a broken mouth coffin.

The old man in the town led everyone to burn incense and pray, tidy up the coffin and bury it back, and the burnt old willow tree was also erected.

I thought it was not a big deal, but I didn't expect that since then, strange things happened in the town from time to time.

Song Lan frowned and wrote, "What a strange thing?"

The buddy sighed, helplessly telling the whole story.

At first, there were no major problems in the town, except that poultry and livestock kept being lost.After arriving, the family dog ​​barked all night.In the end, some townspeople disappeared.

Everyone guessed that the thunder and lightning split the contents of the coffin that day, and they spent a lot of money to invite the mage to come, but in the end even the mage disappeared.

The villagers were in panic all day long, but they have lived here for generations, how could they be willing to leave their hometown, and where could they go?

Up to now, five people have been lost in the town, including the mage, a full ten people have disappeared.

These five people are all grown men, and even the five mages are in their prime.

Song Lan thought carefully about what the shop assistant said, and had a slight guess in his heart.

The once lush old willow tree in the town is dying, and the trunk, so thick that at least three grown men can hug it, is now pitch black, and there are still some unburned corners of the red cloth for praying on the tree.

Song Lan reached out and touched the tree trunk, her long eyebrows slightly furrowed.

This willow tree is a 700-year-old tree, and it already has spiritual energy, but there is still evil energy in the coffin under the tree. Someone must have suppressed evil things here. By chance, the seal was broken by lightning and the contents of the coffin were released. .

Song Lan lowered his eyes to think, but suddenly froze when he saw something out of the corner of his eyes.

On the charred trunk of the old willow tree grew a small, inconspicuous young leaf.Life should not die, the old willow tree was revived after being buried by the townspeople.

Song Lan carefully touched the new leaf, unconsciously caressed her chest, and slightly raised the corners of her lips, revealing a gentle smile.

The author has something to say:

After groping by the scumbag author and suggestions from friends, I found that there is something wrong with the structure of the scumbag author's article.The shortcomings must be corrected; the pits still need to be filled.Go back to the furnace and rebuild it, the author of the scum first strokes his thoughts