Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

It cannot be explained by common sense.

Song Jing calmly picked up the painting, walked to the window, was at eye level, and slowly turned to look at it from different angles. Suddenly, he paused in his hand, and his eyes lit up.

Among the flowers, in the lower left corner, from the current corner, there is a jade flute and a garland scattered.

Both the jade flute and the garland are composed of surrounding flowers and leaves, but looking at it from this angle, they are obviously unrelated, and the crowded flowers and leaves form the appearance of the wreath and the jade flute in a strange way.

The title of the painting is "Where Are Others", the jade flute is left behind by people, and the garland is woven by people.This painting is also said to be a clue to reveal where Bai Langlang is, so it is very possible that Bai Langlang is still staying in Baihua Medicine Valley and has never left.Everyone, if you want to use this formation to hide yourself, who would have discovered it?

Song Jing's slender black eyes showed interest, Bai Langlang, this has fooled many people.

Now there are still eight words that are useless, Song Jing bent her lips, it should be to reveal how to enter the formation and find him.

In this case……

He suspended the painting in the air with the imperial object technique, then held the painting at the same height as his eyes, and slowly moved away from him.

One meter...two meters...three meters...four meters...five meters...

--All right.

Sure enough, it is here.

Song Jing carefully manipulated the spiritual power, allowing the painting to float there still.

The painting at this moment is still full of flowers, vying for splendor and beauty, but looking at it from this distance, it happens to be able to find some hidden things in the painting, which stand out strangely and clearly.

The truth comes out, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

These eight characters reveal the method of exploring the secrets in the painting.

When the superficial phenomenon becomes silent, when the gaze is no longer drawn by the flowers, when the viewer abandons the gorgeous colors on the outside, then the deep-seated things, the so-called true meaning, are naturally revealed.

In the world of monks, countless people want to understand it but cannot find it, and it has almost become an obsession.As everyone knows, the closer you are, the more you want to get it, the easier it is to be blinded by the color appearance.

Two large characters appeared on the painting, and the strokes hidden among the flowers were clear and clear within a distance of five meters.

"life and death".

The font of the two violent wind liu has a taste of ridicule. It seems that through this word, one can see an unruly man joking about the world, with a sneer on his face.

He seemed to be saying suspiciously, "Hey, can your IQ find this clue?"

Song Jing pursed her lips involuntarily, with a smile flowing in her eyes, Bai Langlang is a guy with character.A man of character, who happens to be to his liking.Maybe they will be friends.People who are uninhibited and have their own ideas are the easiest to attract and become friends.And when getting along, it is natural and not jerky, and the heart is relaxed and happy.

But what does "life and death" really mean and what does it reveal?

Song Jing rubbed the bridge of her nose, perhaps only when she got there, Baihua Medicine Valley, could she know the mystery of it.

57 ready to escape

更新时间2010-5-917:15:36字数：2724

Song Jing put away the painting, thinking that there is nothing to do now, she can go to Yulu Hot Spring to absorb spiritual power, and slowly increase her own strength.

After leaving the room and closing the door, he walked out of the yard and was about to walk towards the Yulu Hot Spring when a chilling voice suddenly sounded in his head——

"Damn Song Jing, may I think that you have forgotten me as a companion?"

Under such a powerful aura of resentment, a burst of chill poured down from his head, and Song Jing couldn't help shivering.There was a sudden look in the slender pupils, it turned out that there was still this matter.

"Gui Die." Song Jing turned around and walked towards the hall, responding to Gui Die's resentment in her mind, "I just came back and I'm very busy. Besides, didn't we make an agreement, wait for the snow to melt? Dig you out again?"

Gui Die was silent for a moment, and then said harshly: "Damn it, there are mice."

Song Jing had no doubt that she heard the sound of teeth grinding, and her thin lips involuntarily turned to the sides. There are mice in the backyard of Tantai's house?It's an amazing thing.But do mice hibernate in winter?He blinked, this seemed unclear. (Because Xiaoqian doesn't know ==#)

"Gui Die, have you been dragged into the mouse hole?" Song Jing raised her eyebrows, the previous joke will not come true now.

Ghost Butterfly fell silent again, the answer was obvious.

The corner of Song Jing's mouth twitched, this kind of thing...

The vitality of mice is really tenacious, and it seems that nothing can stop them from coming and going.

"Come here quickly. I don't want to stay here any longer." Gui Die's aura was fully on, like a wronged soul, full of gloom.

"I'll be right there." Song Jing replied coolly, but her steps were not too fast, one step at a time.

Arriving in front of the hall, Song Jing frowned and looked at the gray wall made of huge stones. She wondered if it was an illusion. This hall with cold and hard lines seemed to be slowly coming to life, with a tragic breath rushing towards her face. Like the sand and stones caught in the wind, it hurts the skin.

This momentum is getting more and more intense, as if a fierce beast is about to wake up.

However, if you feel it carefully, the fierce and vicious aura is like a flower in the mirror of the moon in the water, disappearing completely, as if it never existed.

illusion?He shook his head, with such an obvious momentum, Tantai Qingyan should have been vigilant long ago.In this way, I may really be hallucinating.

According to his impression, he walked to the place where he bought the ghost butterfly that day, and he looked around. If the mouse moved the cocoon, where should he dig it?

"Ghost butterfly, which direction are you in?"

Gui Die snorted: "I've been under the snow, how would I know?"

"Then how did I find you?" Song Jing spread her hands, as if she was in trouble now.

"You don't need to come." Gui Die chuckled faintly, "At least I'm still in the garden. You build an enchantment to envelop the entire garden and shield it from fluctuations in demon power. I can come out by myself. Hehe, mouse, mouse ..."

Poor mouse.Song Jing pinched the magic formula with his hands, and a flat enchantment appeared next to the garden, complete and flowing.

"Hurry up." Song Jing urged.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a place in the garden where a condensed blue-purple light broke through the snow layer and stayed firmly above the snow field.

Song Jing immediately removed the barrier, and at the same time, the blue-purple cocoon also fell on the snow.

"Good cooperation." Gui Die's gloomy praise, in front of the hall where the powerful monster souls were sealed, he didn't dare to reveal a trace of monster power, wasted in the soil depressed, and was moved into the nest by dirty mice.Damn it.He resentfully vented the air-conditioning in Song Jing's mind, this guy who buried his contract partner in the soil.

Song Jing walked over and picked up the blue-purple cocoon: "Where's the mouse?"

"What do you think?" Gui Die smiled coldly.

"Tantai Qingyan will definitely be grateful to you for helping to eliminate the rats who dared to enter the monk's territory." Song Jing sighed, "That rat is really courageous."

"Hmph." Gui Die snorted coldly, and then asked a reproachful question, "Where did you put me? Why is there such a strong smell of blood?"

Song Jing just threw this cocoon into the Qiankun ring, the smell of blood?

He thought for a while: "It's the bloody clothes I changed in the hot spring after I came back this time."

Because he didn't want to be seen by Xia Yu, and he didn't have the strength to destroy the clothes at that time, so he put it directly into the Qiankun ring.

"I don't like it here, take me out." Gui Die was preoccupied, "Wouldn't it be nice to wear it around your neck like before?"

"Not good." Song Jing walked towards the hot spring, and there was no room for her to answer cleanly, "Gui Die, you must know that you are a cocoon that has been touched, hugged, sniffed, and even licked by mice. Do you think I will?" Are you wearing it close to your body?"

God knows if I will get skin diseases.

Gui Die was choked, and he suddenly felt that he was beginning to dislike himself. Being touched, hugged, sniffed, even licked by mice, he found sadly that it seemed to be a fact.Although the outer layer of cocoon is just the crystallization of demonic power, it does not belong to his body, but...... Ghost Butterfly is numb, spit, spit, how did he fall into such a situation.

Song Jing walked to the hot spring covered by the bamboo forest alone, and then comforted the battered and self-pitying ghost butterfly: "I put you in the hot spring for an afternoon, and you use your spiritual power to shed the cocoon's shell, Just regenerate one and come out."

Gui Die gave a disgruntled "En", and completely lost the gloomy and cold momentum.

Song Jing took out the cocoon of the ghost butterfly, threw it into a small hot spring pool, and then walked to the big pool alone.

"where are you going?"

"A bigger pool."

"I want to wash in there." Gui Die reacted, aiming at the largest crescent pool.

"I want to wash inside." Song Jing didn't turn her head.

"I don't mind being with you." Gui Die said condescendingly.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Song Jing's lips, and Gui Die was shocked again: "But, I despise you."

When the words fell, everything was silent.

One person and one cocoon soaked in the pool with peace of mind until night fell slowly.

Song Jing felt the wind that was getting stronger and the snowflakes began to fall again, and asked in her mind: "Ghost butterfly, have you changed your skin yet?"

Gui Die's tone was cold: "Okay, damn it, don't use the word skin."

"How about the outer shell?" Song Jing stood up from the water, walked to the shore, and after she was dressed, she came to the pool of Ghost Butterfly, "Come out by yourself."

A blue-purple cocoon rose from the water, broke through the water, and floated in front of Song Jing.

Song Jing took it over, and saw that the layer of blue-purple became more and more pure, and the light