[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

The wind shattered, and the sharp wind cut his face with pain.

Her mind was blank, but she was extremely lucid.

The glaring light is very similar to this person's heart—dazzling and bright, it is obviously extremely cold, but there is also a hint of warmth, like an unsolvable mystery among the boundless stars.

Every time Chen Xiang mentions him, it seems that he is the most remarkable person in the world.

Karma and fruit retribution, the cycle does not lose...

"Cun Xin, what is fate?" He murmured, his voice not shaken by the quick dodge of his figure.

She tried to open her eyes, but failed, but she was not afraid.His arms are already the safest place in the world.For a moment, she really envied that woman named "Cun Xin" who could be so fondly remembered by him.

"You have misunderstood the person, I am Ao Ling."

After a long time, he sighed vaguely, "You are very similar."

"Ao Ling is Ao Ling, not someone else."

Yang Jian smiled lightly.

He has been acting in Tianting for 300 years, and now Xin Tiantiao is finally born, but he still can't remove the heavy disguise, he has to act as a stranger in front of her, he can't hold her face to see her eyes, he can't hold her in his arms Kissing her long hair can't let her hear the "missing you" buried deep in her heart.

His eyes were slightly closed, and thousands of silver lights pierced out from his forehead to fight against the black lotus Buddha's light.

"Ao Ling, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Fate? Fate is nothing. Fate arises and ceases. Fate origin is empty."

The eyes of the formation flickered, Yang Jian pulled out his long sword and waved away the spooky sprites that rushed up, and stabbed at the eyes of the formation. When there was a difference of one point, he stopped, and the true energy of the sword tip had already shot the light arrows from the eyes of the formation. Life and death forced.

"Do you believe in fate?" Yang Jian asked.

Ao Cun didn't look at things, Yang Jian gently stuffed a curved scale into his hand, and after a little rubbing, he knew it was the Jiao Clan's Ni Lin, and he immediately understood it and activated the water spirit art. "I don't know. Over the years, I've come to understand the truth that fate is made by oneself, and life is born by the heart." The scales on the palm gradually turned into countless blue spots, which swirled into the eyes like dandelions.

Yang Jian withdrew the brilliance of his eyes, barely opened his eyes, and saw her black hair fluttering in the wind in the strong white light. The shiny black hair was once intertwined with his, as always, as before.His lips were no longer close to her when he was an inch away, and his white teeth parted lightly: "I believe in fate, but not Buddha, but why do you believe in Buddha, but not me."

Hearing the voice so close, Ao Cunxin felt his face burn, but he also understood what he meant.For the current plan, as long as he transfers a portion of the spiritual power of the sea dragon ball in his body to him, he can use his boundless magic power to unleash the power of the Jiao Clan's Nilin and break through the eyes of the formation.If you don't have this point of spiritual power, you can only attack violently.

There is no silver 300 taels here, and she covered Xiao Lu's heart, fearing that Yang Jian would find out something, and secretly scolded herself for being coy: Ao Ling, Ao Ling, you must be open-minded, and in a crisis situation, you must be united. Can't you eat it?Even if he really ate it... Big deal, change back to his original shape and kill him!

She took a deep breath and moved closer by feeling.When her lips touched the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, she couldn't help but tremble slightly, and hurriedly passed the sea spirit power in her body.

Yang Jian concentrated his energy, a blood-red halo appeared on the blade of the sword, and when the sword edge passed, the Buddha's light burst into stars and jade shattered.

Ao Cunxin felt the strong light fade, and tried to open her eyes.Scattered spots of light melted, revealing the pitch-black night, and sand was caught in the folds of the wind, which ached on the face.

Blood flashed across Ao Cunxin's body.A bloody head fell straight down from the air, she couldn't see it clearly, only saw a pair of green horns growing on it.

In fact, the three-headed dragon can no longer be called the three-headed dragon. The head on the right was chopped off at the neck, and the blood flowed profusely, intertwined with the blue back scales to form a strange purple.

Drops of blood dripped from the tip of Kun's sword, belonging to the three-headed Jiao and Yang Jian.Yang Jian bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed the blood on Kun's sword, forming a certain killing spell, enabling it to cut off all evil things, for example, the heads of the three-headed flood dragon.

"Thank you master..."

Sand grains are flying among the rolling sand dunes, and only such a thin sentence floats in the night that is full of fishy smell.

Yang Jian pointed at the sword art, took out a seal, but was dodged desperately, and shouted: "Evil barrier, are you still not coming back?"

The figures of the three-headed dragons were almost lost in the darkness, and they staggered away as if fleeing, "Does the master only want me to be a weapon..."

Ao Cunxin followed him to the ground slowly, and cast a spell to stop the bleeding from his old wound.His coat was already soaked and wet.

Yang Jian thanked him, and walked towards the head that fell not far away with a sullen face.The blood-stained head was covered with sand and ocher mud.He pried open its clenched teeth, and pulled out something from its upper jaw, which was a rooted black lotus.

"Did he save us, or did you save him?"

"All."

Xiazhou Desert

In the desert of the border town, the sky is full of stars, reflecting the lonely beacon, and the undulating sand waves form a golden sea, vast, majestic and serene.Yang Jian burned the black lotus taken from the severed heads of the three Jiao Jiao with mana, and buried the severed heads again.

"The three-headed dragon stuck the black lotus in its throat, so that it didn't melt into the flesh and blood. Fortunately, the original body had more than one head, so people couldn't see it. However, the black lotus was so cunning that it directly gave birth to evil roots. If you don't want to be caught by it If you are in control, you must beheaded."

Seeing his stern expression, Ao Cunxin couldn't help feeling guilty, "What do you want to say..."

"I don't know when you swallowed the black lotus, did you know how powerful it is?"

Usually when Yang Jian smiled, his peach blossom eyes were soft and affectionate, but now when he was serious, the black pupils seemed to be reflected by icebergs, it was unbearably cold.

Ao Cunxin was frightened by an accident, and saw the blood again, and was already in a state of panic, but now he asked a few questions, afraid that he would catch him like he would deal with the enemy on the battlefield, panicked for a moment, his eyes turned red, and he drooped. Tears: "I'm not their believer, what are you doing eating that strange thing..."

"Why are you crying?" Yang Jian couldn't help but startled.He was worried about the safety of the three dragons, and also worried that Ao Cunxin would be misled by a traitor, and he was confused, but unexpectedly she burst into tears first.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, why do you keep asking about me..." Ao Cunxin was afraid of being caught by him, so she asked back through tears, hoping that he would feel a little bit of pity, and stop asking any more.

Yang Jian thought about it for a while, and thought that Ao Cunxin was probably frightened.He himself has experienced danger for a long time, and he has become accustomed to it, so it is easy to ignore that this situation may be unbearable for a weak girl.

He put away his desire to ask again, calmed down his expression, and stretched out his hand to hug her in his arms to comfort her, but in the end he felt that it was inappropriate, so he just grabbed her long hair and put it behind her ear, "Don't be afraid, it's okay No matter what happens in the future, don't chase it out alone, in case I don't get back in time, it will be dangerous for you alone."

Fortunately, Ao Lie often acted like this in the past, Ao Cunxin didn't mind, and nodded with tears in his eyes, "I don't know what happened to Chen Xiang and the others... It's in the wilderness here, how can I go back to Shancheng..."

"Chen Xiang just looks young. In fact, his martial arts and resourcefulness are outstanding in the Three Realms. Don't worry. You can see that there are ravines and beacon towers standing tall here. In the distance, there are thousands of high mountains and faint camel bells. It looks like an ancient pass. We should still be in the Middle Earth West, just go east."

"Hey..." Ao Cunxin held Yang Jian back, "I, I don't want to go back to Shancheng anymore, that place just now looked like a ghost town..."

Yang Jian looked around, thought for a while, and said: "Why do Qiangdi complain about Yangliu? The spring breeze does not cross the Yumen Pass. It is probably here. There is nothing here, and it is not a solution to stop here."

"Yumen Pass?" Ao Cunxin's eyes lit up, "Is this the Yumen Pass?"

Seeing that she seemed to like it, Yang Jian said, "Yumenguan belongs to Xiazhou, which was ruled by the Qiang people. Speaking of which, Xiazhou is also a place to worship Buddha, so it should be much cleaner. Why don't we go there for a walk and relax, how about it?"

Ao Cunxin is willing to go, but he is reluctant to drive the cloud because of the sequelae of somersaulting cloud.Yang Jian had no choice but to follow her on foot. Fortunately, after turning over a sand dune, he saw a tribe in the desert with a hidden bonfire, which must be a branch outside the main city of Xiazhou.The two of them were exhausted after a day and a half of tossing around, so they cast a little spell to bypass the locked and simple city gate to find a place to stay.

There are tents scattered in the tribe. Even though it is late at night, dozens of men, women and children gather around the high-burning bonfire, singing, dancing, sitting and drinking, as if celebrating.

The men of the Dangxiang tribe wear robes and boots, while the women wear scarves and wreaths. The costumes are quite different from those of the Han people.As soon as Yang Jian and Ao Cun Xin approached, several young people spotted them in very different attires.Yang Jian only said that he was separated from his fellow caravan and wanted to stay overnight.

Fortunately, there was a young man from Dangxiang who could still understand his Chinese. After learning about the intention of the two, he laughed and said: "We are celebrating the birthday of the oldest ancestor in the village. In the words of your Han people, it is already a long-awaited birthday." It’s the year of the year! You have come here by such a coincidence, are you here to ask for wine?” Before Yang Jian could answer, the young man raised his voice and shouted in Qiang language: “Folks! A guest from afar has arrived and asked us for wine. Woolen cloth!"

The bamboo flute music and dance gradually subsided, and dozens of pairs of alien eyes looked here, looking back and forth at the two of them, with different expressions.Several middle-aged men stood up from the crowd, strode closer with the handles of their knives on their waists, shouted a few words in Qiang dialect, and the leader switched to Han dialect: "Han people, spies! Arrest them!"

The boy's complexion changed, he didn't know what to do.A lame young man squeezed out from the crowd and said something in Qiang language, and more men and women stood up, seeming to dissuade the men with knives.

Seeing this, Yang Jian remained motionless, and protected Ao Cunxin behind him.

Surrounded by children, an old man with deep wrinkles stood up with the help of his left and right sides,