[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

What do you mean, I have to ask you for instructions on what to do? "Feng Yunyao looked at him displeasedly, the most naked coercion poured out from the raised tone without a trace.

The commander bowed his head, but he still didn't let go, "Don't dare, the subordinates are only thinking about the safety of the saint."

safety?

Feng Yunyao was obviously stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "I understand, but now I have something urgent, you can't afford to apologize for the delay."

In fact, she didn't understand at all.

The wooden door opened, and Feng Yunyao ordered again: "You go back, don't let them see that I've been here."

The commander blinked blankly, replied hesitantly, and walked back obediently, but his head was stuck on the second half of Feng Yunyao's sentence, unable to turn around.

The wooden door is closed, and in the pitch blackness where you can't see your fingers, the night butterfly on the woman's hairpin shows delicate and moist fluorescence, and the fluorescence pours down, pouring back into Yang Jian's appearance.

"What do you mean by 'they' you just said?"

I only heard Ao Cunxin's laughter: "I don't know who 'they' are, I said this on purpose, enough for that guy to think about it for a while. Hey, change me back quickly, I'm holding her face How can you hold my husband's hand?"

It was not the first time for the two of them to encounter this kind of cave scene with indistinguishable terrain. As usual, Ao Cunxin turned his arms back to their original shape, and used the faint luster of the scales to lighten the way in a low-key manner.Ao Cunxin was not reconciled to just being an obedient lantern by the side, and clamped Yang Jian's hand with the light pink and sharp little dragon claws, caressing his harmless nails dishonestly.

Being able to be with the person you like, the bitter wind and rain will become clear dew and rain.

However, the weird Lingfei Pavilion did not give people a chance to be distracted, and after taking the sixth step, Ao Cunxin was suddenly stopped behind by Yang Jian, and the sound of hundreds of sharp arrows piercing the ground was heard in front of him at the same time, Yu Yinjiu swing.

The pain on the face of the astonishingly fast arrow wind appeared slowly, and Ao Cunxin was already in a cold sweat, "I... did we do anything?"

"There are organs on the ground." Yang Jian swung a wave of true energy to cut off the long arrow that had been inserted obliquely into the ground, and continued to grope forward.

"Should I, or should I fly away like before?"

"It's inconvenient to check the hidden doors and hidden compartments on the stone wall." Yang Jian paused, and then said: "The designer usually doesn't repeat the old tricks, and next time it may be drawn..."

boom--

There was a shock above his head, and in the dust, Yang Jian raised his hand to support a big stone half a person's height, gritted his teeth and threw it behind him, then turned his true energy into a blade, and slammed a very thin pole on his shoulder. The secret thread is cut.

"……really."

After so many times of avoiding the traps without any danger, it has been an unknown time, and the two of them broke into a secret door that did not hide the trap like luck.

"here!"

A jade-colored magic lamp is embedded in the narrow room, with a warm and light green luster.

Ao Cunxin looked around cautiously, and saw that the suspicious protrusions or depressions on the surrounding rock walls were all natural, without any trace of chiseling, so he stretched out his hand to the magic lamp.

"Wait a minute." Yang Jian held her dragon claws and locked his eyes on the lotus lantern for a closer look.

Ao Cunxin was startled secretly by Yang Jian's actions, "Is there something wrong?"

"I can't tell at the moment, but I always feel that something is wrong."

"Are you saying there's something wrong with the light, or something else?"

"It's not right. Cun Xin, don't you think it's been too smooth for us to find it all the way?"

"Shun?" Ao Cunxin really wanted to pay homage to Yang Jian's early life, "Those cold arrows, knives, and halberds just now are extremely sharp artifacts, and if you don't pay attention, you will get hit. Is this still called "shun?"

"But you and I are still unharmed." Yang Jian frowned, and his black eyes flashed turbulently, "From the beginning of the stone room, there was only a more lax defense than on the surface. Looking back and thinking about it, it is too strange."

No trace calendar

The lavender clouds surround the hundreds-foot-high mountains, the cliff temples and palaces are faintly shadowed, and the bells and chant are faint.In the verdant mountains and forests, flocks of birds startle from time to time, and I don't know how many people are stationed there.

Outside the gate of Weiwei Mountain, there is a line of five yellow-shirted monks on duty every half an hour. The route of each team of yellow-shirted monks is different, but if you look closely, you can find that their deeds repeat every five teams.The rest of the gatekeepers, order inspectors, and forward-looking personnel also performed their duties in an orderly manner.

Behind a towering tree seven or eight feet away from the corner of the mountain gate, there were a few soft sounds of clothes rubbing against each other, and then it fell silent.After a while, there was still a group of five yellow-clothed monks going to the mountain gate to change shifts according to the route.

The order inspector checked the entry and exit tokens, and stopped a group of people who were about to enter the door: "Where is the Banana Leaf Order?"

The body of the leading monk visibly tensed up, and a blank expression flashed across his face—he had never heard of Xin Ye Ling Jiao Ye Ling, because he was just Liu Chenxiang who had just arrived.

When meeting at the foot of the mountain in the middle of the night, Ao Moang, Sun Wukong, and Sanshoujiao came from the West Sea together. By the way, they brought the news that Guangli Bodhisattva was temporarily going to Guanyin to deal with urgent matters. Only four of the original five people were left. .There are three layers of deployment on the periphery of Lingjiu Mountain, and the four people split up and hid separately, surrounded by dangers, and finally successfully approached the mountain gate.Among the four, only Sun Wukong and Chen Xiang can change 72 times. Chen Xiang transformed the three dragons with slightly different appearances into mortals, and cooperated with a group of yellow-shirted monks to change their clothes and beards and hair, preparing to steal the sky and change the sun.

Immediately, Chen Xiang rolled his eyes, pulled out twenty strings of tokens of different shapes from the back of his waist, scratched his head and said with a smile: "I have a lot of errands recently, so I can't tell them apart, hehe..."

The inspector looked at the brightly colored tokens, and his head was big. It seems that he has been really busy recently, and maybe he just transferred a new manpower. He is not surprised by such things, so he simply took out his waist tokens Shaking in front of Chen Xiang, "Is that so?"

Chen Xiang gave a clear "Oh", and hid the other hand behind his back and twisted a trick, and imagined a roughly similar piece, "Look at my brain, I forgot to put this important piece alone."

This wave of operations was a routine he had explored when he was fighting wits and courage with his uncle when he broke into the Temple of the True Monarch, and now he is shaking it out on Lingjiu Mountain, and it is still easy to use.

A group of people were walking in, but they heard the gatekeeper shouted: "Hey, you! What's wrong with your eyes?"

Chen Xiang turned her head abruptly, followed the goalkeeper's gaze, and saw Ao Moang's lowered and concealed blue eyes at once, and her heart skipped a beat—he was careless in his haste!

In between breaths, a group of people rushed out from nowhere and surrounded them. Seeing this, Chen Xiang knew that it was useless to argue, so he raised his hand and turned the fifth monk behind him back to his finely carved small axe. Out of guard posture.

Sun Wukong, who turned into a yellow-shirted monk, suddenly shouted to the mountain gate: "Holy aunt!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the leader looked back, Monkey King broke through the obstacles like lightning and rushed into the mountain gate.Suddenly, two masters with extraordinary lightness skills were robbed from the inside of the mountain gate to attack, but Sun Wukong is not an ordinary person, he has no choice but to be burdened by his reputation. After a pause, he shook off several people with his bare hands, and dashed into the forest vigorously, as if he had evaporated, and could not be found again.

Chen Xiang and Ao Moang outside the mountain gate cooperated very well to stand up and block the difficult congregation at the gate, trying their best to keep Sun Wukong from breaking in, and led them away, but when they turned their heads, they found that the three Jiaos had disappeared.

But the three-headed jiao, relying on two points of familiarity, seized the loophole where the troops were concentrated on Sun Wukong, and rushed in like a ghost.Even though he had been lucky for 800 years, taking advantage of half of the Black Lotus Sect's attention being drawn to Shanmen and Lingfei Pavilion, he managed to reach Tianchi without any danger.

The three dragons are covered in plain monk robes, with a bald head on top, and the deep and slanting phoenix eyes are both evil and charming, colliding with a kind of seductive and restrained beauty that wants to be concealed.

There was a dark rush of air behind him, his eyes moved slightly, and it was too late to hide his figure, so he simply stood there frankly and turned to look at the silent comer.

What the visitor exposed to others was only a pair of eyes as clear as jade, which were obviously clean and spotless, but it seemed that there was something false and real hidden, making people unpredictable for a while.

"Shenlong hides its tail, Wujingjingli, I've heard of you." The three-headed dragon smiled with his mouth crooked, secretly accumulating energy with one hand behind his back.

"Yang Jian sent you here?"

The three-headed Jiao thought that he had never met Jingli face to face, and when he heard him pointing at his master's name, he was surprised that his identity had been seen through, and couldn't help being startled, not knowing how to answer.

"Are you here to steal the relic?"

He let out a blunt question, and without waiting for Jingli's order, two layers of monks in yellow shirts surrounded him and sealed the escape route of the three Jiaos firmly.

The three-headed jiao secretly took a breath of air—he had checked the surroundings just now, and he didn't find any trace of an ambush. He only knew that everyone here had already gone to hunt down Yang Jian, so he boldly attacked and knocked down a few guards. Entering the forbidden area of ​​Tianchi, I didn't expect that there were dozens of people hiding silently, and I didn't know how many "surprises" were waiting in the depths behind this group of people.

"Shouldn't the envoy be chasing fugitives at this moment?"

"Good question." Jingli said with a smile, and accepted the three-headed dragon's acquiescence to the act of "stealing relics", waved to the monks around, signaling them to back down, and he approached the three-headed dragon on guard, whispering in his ear He whispered: "Answer me first, did Yang Jian send you here, or did you make your own decisions?"

What position does this represent?The three-headed Jiao couldn't figure it out, and thought that with such big eyes, couldn't it be that he just pretended to surrender to their bastard Black Lotus Sect?

"The envoy's speech is too profound, and I can't understand it."

"Your master doesn't even know that the relic is hidden in Tianchi, but you know, it means you have lied to him."

I wipe, how can this guy even