A book-worn beauty is as delicate as a jade than a flower

Bright light streamed down from the top of the small Shangqing Pavilion, and the entire cemetery was brightly lit.But it is not candle fire, not phosphor fire, but light mist that flows like water.Looking back, the intersection of the cemetery is blurred, and the stone horse in front of the tomb is ethereal.When she lowered her head, Wen Liangyu couldn't even see her own feet clearly.However, Baishi Castle was not disturbed by this sudden change, and remained silent under the mountains.

This is an illusion, the knock just now must have touched the prohibition hidden on the stone man.Wen Liangyu looked at the open gate of the White Pagoda, and walked into the pagoda holding the Qingshang Sword tightly.

Just after entering, the tameng was closed.The steps in the Xiaoshangqing Pavilion are also snow-like white stones, and many paintings are hung on the walls of the tower.There are vegetation, flowers and birds, but more are mountains and rivers.It is said that Emperor Wen loved painting, so he hid so many paintings in the tower.Wen Liangyu climbed up the steps, and when he reached the top of the pavilion, there was a black figure standing at the end of the steps.

This figure is tall and tall, with a black war robe hanging on the ground, and the penis leaning on the ground is decorated with the pattern of roc's wings.

Pengyi gun?

It's Emperor Wu!

Wen Liangyu was horrified.Emperor Wu has been dead for more than 100 years, how could he appear here?Before he could react, the dark figure had already spoken.

——A member of the White Clothes Society?

It's not the tone of an ordinary person's voice, but it goes directly to people's hearts.The voice was not hostile, and the Qingshang sword suddenly released its brilliance at this moment.Wen Liangyu's heart moved, he knelt down on one knee, and said to the back: "Your Majesty's heroic spirit is on top, I have come to fetch an old thing." The top channel is covered.

Walking into the dark curtain, the lights of Xiaoshangqing Pavilion dimmed.I can't see my fingers in front of my eyes, I can only hear the sound of dripping rain.The raindrops hit the window lattice, the wind gently shook the window, suddenly there was a sound of the window opening, and a voice smiled: "Are you here?"

The light from the stars and the moon came in through the window, illuminating a familiar face.So Wen Liangyu laughed too, and sat down in front of him: "Yes, I'm here."

"Although you are here, you will be leaving soon." The man also smiled, and Shasha filled him a glass of wine: "Sometimes I really envy you for being so free and easy, sometimes being here and sometimes being there. I look at your back from afar, but I can't soar with you—I say goodbye today, and I don't know how long it will be when I see you again."

"You only see my freedom, and you can't understand the wandering in it." Wen Liangyu put his five fingers together: "Be happy, I'm going to Tongzhou. I'll bring you flowers , you will be much happier."

"Do you think I'll be happy this way?" The person opposite smiled shallowly: "Are you really trying to avoid me?"

"Look, you are like this again." Wen Liangyu frowned, a little displeased, but still said patiently: "Don't worry, I will bring it back."

The light in the pavilion dimmed.When the light came back on, Wen Liangyu led the horse and walked beside the river, with another familiar person beside him.The horses groaned beside them, occasionally lowering their heads to grab a mouthful of decayed grass.The autumn wind was rustling, and the man smiled beside him and said, "Is it really going to leave? You really care about him more."

"At the beginning, Emperor Wu wanted to send troops across the land several times, just to find that flower. I don't think it's just a legend." Wen Liangyu picked up a stone and splashed several times on the river: "You and I There is no need to act like a girl there, I am ready, and I must succeed this time."

"Across thousands of mountains and rivers, travel thousands of miles away. You have such pride, I can only help you." The man smiled: "When you arrive in Tongzhou, you must stop at Baishibao first. I guess the relics of Emperor Wen right there."

The wind blew the grass on the shore down, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.But in this darkness, Wen Liangyu saw the purpose of this trip.It was a sapphire bottle, bubbling bright light in the darkness.The lights of the Little Shangqing Pavilion, the thick fog in the cemetery, and the sudden appearance and disappearance of people all came out of the bottle.Wen Liangyu was ecstatic, and reached out to take it.But as soon as his five fingers touched the bottle wall, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

A huge vibration came out of the bottle, and at the same time as the vibration was the roar of the underworld.

——You are not from the White Clothes Society!

A crackling sound enough to tear the air came from behind, with a roar like flapping wings.Wen Liangyu tucked the bottle into his arms and rolled it over on the spot, the Pengyi Spear smashed the ground where he was standing just now.A long sword can't fight head-on with a war gun, and Wen Liangyu doesn't want to get entangled with the ghost hero who is the enemy of ten thousand people.He jumped up and fled towards the stairs, but the ghost of Emperor Wu stopped him again.

Fight!It is said that ghosts and gods are also afraid of evil people made of iron.

With a backhand sword, the shadow was pierced through, and the cold liquid splashed onto Wen Liangyu's face.There was a smell of pine smoke on the tip of the nose, and the figure finally turned around - unexpectedly, there was also a figure in front of him.

It's Mobian!

Wen Liangyu immediately came to his senses.He has seen this unique skill from the scrolls. The artist gathers the soul into the pen and condenses it on the paper. Those paintings are usually hung on the wall for decoration, but once the prohibition is touched, it is the most loyal guardian and the most hidden killer.The Emperor Wu who jumped down from the painting, which scroll belongs to it?

The Pengyi gun was chasing after him, and Wen Liangyu saw from the white stone that the gun's momentum was like ink stains seeping into the water, raising a faint mist.He almost scanned all the paintings on the roof of the Xiaoshangqing Pavilion, but he still didn't find any paintings such as military troops and battlefields.His heart was beating wildly, and his body began to be unable to bear such a load, and everything in front of him shook.

wrong.Wen Liangyu suddenly realized his mistake, how could Emperor Wu place such a thing in Emperor Wen's spirit place?He finally found a silk book, on which a silhouette was sitting by the water looking up at the stars, and there was a large blank area around the silhouette.

That's it!Wen Liangyu gritted his teeth and tore it off, and fled to the railing.The black shadow wind hits like a wind, Wen Liangyu has no way to avoid it, he can only tilt his body and shake the silk scroll at the same time.Mo Ying was sucked in instantly, put down his gun and stood quietly beside Emperor Wen's silhouette.

But with a snap, the white stone railing was broken by Peng Yi's gun.With a clattering sound, Wen Liangyu and the broken stone fell to the Xiaoshangqing Pavilion together.In a haze, he saw a person who seemed to have appeared before.

Those were vaguely Shi Qin's eyes, and Zuo Kang's face.

The author has something to say: It’s raining and it’s getting cold, so it’s autumn so soon~