Immortals come on the moon

The three of them have seen this statue before, it is the maid Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan on the statue has drooping eyebrows and eyes. She stepped on the bones of the corpse mountain and played the piano with bare hands. There is a three-eye pattern on the guqin, and Feng Yuan also has a pattern similar to eyes on the forehead.

"I said why I couldn't remember it before. Fengyuan saves Yin spirits, and Yinjing is the harp for Yinyin. 3000 years ago, Fengyuan held Yinjing to purify Yinlings. She was the master before Yinjing."

"The first god statue was made of Feng Yuan holding a zither to cross the ghosts, and later it was changed to Feng Yuan holding a skull... The statues that have been handed down to later generations are all holding skulls, so we can't remember it."

Meng Qi walked up to the statue, and speculated, "This statue is from a long time ago, I guess at least 3000 years ago."

In front of the statue is a tribute platform with burnt candles and incense. Wei Jingzhi worships Yinjing, and Fengyuan is Yinjing's master. The statue they cast is Fengyuan.

"No, the authenticity has been around for a long time. It seems that this idol has not been cast for a long time. I heard the songs sung by children on the street before. This place was in the Twelve States of Jingzhao. In their concept, now Changle God of War is still there."

"Their understanding of today's world is still 3000 years ago."

Behind the statue, there are a total of twelve bronze doors, and there are inscriptions on the bronze doors, which means that each door leads to a different place.

Song Minhuan stared at the door behind the Fengyuan statue for a while. The tunnel here is too old, the walls are covered with thick dust, and the pattern on the bronze door is not very clear.

Although he couldn't see it clearly, he had some vague impressions, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Song Minhuan came to one of the bronze doors, and he wiped off the dust covering the pattern on the door with his hands, revealing the pattern underneath.

It was a somewhat abstract pattern with a circle in the middle and an open eye inside.There are crooked lines on the outside of the circle, and those lines seem to have magical powers. Just by looking at them, one can deeply feel the fear that comes from the accumulation of deep despair.

There seemed to be thousands of souls whispering in his ears, the karmic fire was burning in front of his eyes, the bones under his feet were like mountains, and the sky was full of blood at the end of the sky, and countless hands were pulling him, trying to pull him into endless purgatory.

Song Minhuan felt a sudden stabbing pain in front of his eyes, he covered his eyes instantly, and suddenly remembered where he had seen this pattern in his mind.

At that time in Rouzhao City, the mysterious man who used the soul-stirring technique on Zhuang Li had silver-white hair and a scepter in his hand. The pattern on his clothes was an open eye in the sun.

"Wake up—"

Song Minhuan's figure was pushed down, Zhuang Li's and Meng Qi's voices echoed in his ears, his thoughts came back, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he blinked, but his eyes didn't hurt anymore.

It was only at this time that he noticed that Meng Qi and Zhuang Li stood in front of him at some point, taking a defensive posture.

Seeing that he was fine, Meng Qi was slightly relieved.

Opposite the three of them, under the statue not far away, a man in white was holding a zither in his hand, and he didn't know when he appeared.

Song Minhuan also became nervous, and clasped his fingertips on the hilt of the sword. He wanted to look back at the pattern again, when Shen Yingxue's voice transmission came from his ear.

"Don't look at it, that pattern will scare people's mind. If you are not cultivated enough now, you may get stuck in it and can't get out."

"Concentrate on solving the current troubles. If Yin Jing attacks you, none of the three of you will be opponents."

Shen Yingxue reckoned that it would be difficult for the three children to last for a quarter of an hour, so he watched from the side, hoping that they would be beyond his expectations.

Yin Jing was holding the piano, with a cold expression on his plain face, neither sorrow nor joy in his eyes, like two wells that had dried up for many years, suddenly, his eyes moved slightly, as if he had noticed something, beside the three people on the opposite side Toured a circle.

He exerted a little force with his fingertips, and his eyes landed on the position beside Song Minhuan, stayed there for a while, and then looked away again.

"Young master, I told you before that you should not meddle in your own business."

"Anything you do, you need to pay the due price... You three offended me, and as the price, you will stay here forever."

Yin Jing lightly plucked the strings, and the strings issued a melodious sound, and a knife with aura swirled in mid-air to form.The knife spin was glowing with white light, and it was in the shape of a crescent moon. From a distance, it looked like a crescent moon. The knife spin came towards the position of the three of them at a fast speed.

"What the hell is this?"

Meng Qi swiped with his long halberd, but failed to dodge it, narrowly avoiding it.All three of them got out of the way and scattered in different directions.

When the knife spins in mid-air, it splits the air, and it falls to the ground with a "bang", a large piece of the ground collapses instantly, and many cracks spread around it.

Yin Jing plucked the strings, the sound of the piano was ups and downs, and one after another the knives came towards the direction of the three of them.The place where the blade fell caused the ground to vibrate, and countless cracks gathered together, and stones continued to fall down with a "bang bang bang".

The speed of the knife spinning was too fast, and it was a bit difficult for them to avoid it.

Meng Qi cursed a curse word in a low voice, and the halberd in his hand appeared. The halberd condensed red pressure and split the oncoming boulder. The blade of the halberd collided with the spin of the knife, and the surrounding ground sank again. layer.

"Zhuang Li and I stopped him, Shanshan, you look at it and think of a way."

Song Minhuan turned sideways to avoid the stone, saw the opportunity to go to the other side, "Okay."

To find a way, it is natural for Song Minhuan to find a way to form an array to trap Yin Jing.

After replying to Meng Qi, he did not forget to remind Zhuang Li, "Xiao Zhuang, don't force yourself."

As soon as the words were finished, Zhuang Li held his sword and slashed towards Yin Jing. The sword energy split the stones in the air and went straight towards Yin Jing.He uses a sword like a knife, on the surface it looks rough and disorderly, but in fact it is simple and stubborn, and the attack power it displays is more than ten times what it looks like.

Song Minhuan: "..." Forget it, it's better to let this kid suffer for a longer memory.

While dodging the rocks, he jumped over the cracks in the sunken ground, while looking at the three people fighting together, it was obvious that Yin Jing had the upper hand, and Zhuang Li and Meng Qi couldn't get close to Yin Jing's body.

We must first find a way to solve these authentic stones and Yinjing's knife spin.According to such a style of play, the tunnel may not last for a while and will collapse.

Song Minhuan stared at the knives, they were all made of spiritual energy. He set up protective formations in several corners of the tunnel, and added a transformation formation on top of them.

Then there is Yinjing's knife spinning over, which will be transformed into spiritual power after passing through the transformation array above, and then the spiritual power will gather on the protective array, becoming a kind of protection for the ground.

Soon the ground stopped shaking, and Song Minhuan also joined the battle. The three of them attacked Yin Jing from three different directions, and Zhuang Li's attack was obviously stronger.

The three of them persisted for a quarter of an hour, and Zhuang Li became more and more excited as he fought. One of the sword qi broke Yin Jing's saber spin, leaving a bloodstain on Yin Jing's side face.

Yin Jing's dark eyes fell on Zhuang Li, the sound of the piano turned faster and became higher and higher, and countless white lights spread from the ground, pulling and restraining the three of them in place.

It was made up of strings, and the strings wrapped around their bodies, cutting their skin, and there were dozens of bloodstains on the three of them in an instant.

Yin Jing put away the piano, brushed her fingertips over the side of her face, the wound disappeared in an instant, and her face returned to normal.

"After a quarter of an hour, the three of you will be ripped apart by the strings, enjoy it."

After Yin Jing finished speaking, his figure disappeared in place.

All three of them were bound to the wall, and they were all some distance away from each other.

There were several wounds on Meng Qi's face. She sneered and said, "What kind of shit is an ancient god, don't let it fall into my hands one day, I will definitely smash it to pieces."

"Is there a way to untie this string!?"

Zhuang Li learned to be smart this time and didn't try to struggle, he said, "Yin Jing knew we were coming, so she came here to wait for us."

"Wei Jingzhi must have revealed it to us on purpose. We are trapped here now. If he takes revenge, then our mission will fail."

Song Minhuan said: "Let's find a way to untie the strings first."

He wasn't too worried, and Shen Yingxue was still there, and Shen Yingxue hadn't made a move, so there must be a way to untie the strings.

"Yin Jing wants us to be torn to death by these strings. There should be instructions from Yin Jing on these strings. They have completed their mission by torn us to death."

Song Minhuan thought about it: "I just don't know whether Yinjing's ultimate goal is to dismember the body or die. If it's the second type, I might have a solution."

"No matter which one it is, we can only gamble now."

Song Minhuan: "Now I will teach you to draw a feigned death talisman. The strings of the zither will be more tightly bound by the spiritual power. If we want to trick it, we must first be able to control the spiritual power when drawing the talisman. There must be no excess The leakage of spiritual power makes them aware."

"Before that, you learn the symbols first."

Song Minhuan took the lead in demonstrating once, and a smooth and complicated spell appeared in the midair, and the spell fell on him with white light.

The strings on his body moved, checked around him for a while, and then the strings loosened, round after round, and he fell to the ground.

"This method is useful, but luckily it's not dismembering the corpse."

Song Min had lingering fears in his heart, but he didn't know how to pretend to dismember a corpse.

Meng Qi and Zhuang Li on the other side: "..."

Meng Qi thought in his heart that he could not offend this kid in the future.

Zhuang Li was a little upset, although he didn't want to admit it, but Brother Cheap seems to be better than him?

"You can see how I draw. First, learn the talisman without using spiritual power."

Song Minhuan demonstrated the talisman again very slowly. In order to let Meng Qi and the others see clearly, he extended the time for the talisman to stay for a quarter of an hour, and let them compare the painting first.

"What is this? Why do I look like two dogs fighting?"

Meng Qi was better than a gourd, and she only used a little spiritual power with her fingertips. They had no problem controlling the spiritual power. Yin Jing might be able to detect it, but they were more than enough to deceive the strings.

She twirled her fingertips, and there were two ugly puppies sticking out their tongues in front of them.

Zhuang Li said indifferently: "Is this your painting of Lianhuafeng?"

As we all know, the disciples in Lianhua Peak are a bunch of licking dogs.

Meng Qi laughed: "Elephants are born from the heart."

Song Min laughed happily and said, "Senior Sister is almost there. If you practice more, Xiaozhuang will do the same. Let's try painting first."

Zhuang Li was ridiculed by Meng Qi, with a gloomy expression.He stared at the pattern of the feigned death talisman, secretly wanting to compare with Meng Qi.

So he carefully copied it stroke by stroke.

Half a quarter of an hour later, two crooked villains stuck together appeared in midair. I don't know if I should praise Zhuang Li's extraordinary talent. The posture of the two villains makes people blush with embarrassment just by looking at them.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

Meng Qi couldn't stop laughing: "Zhuang Li, what are you painting, a picture of erotic palace?"

Song Minhuan looked at the two indescribable villains above, turned his head and covered his face.

……

During the Gengyuan Festival, on the gilded platform.

The fiery red lanterns floated in succession, like Cambodian fire dragons in the air.The river lanterns were blooming one by one, and the word "Li Bei" was neatly printed on the red silk and satin. There were groups of maids on the gilded stage, and there were constant laughter at the banquet.

Poppies danced on the stage to a startling song, and the strings sounded like rings. I don't know how many people were distracted by the dance music, and the number of troops on the gilt stage was increasing.

This day is also for the queen's birthday. The queen attends and sits in the main seat, the prince and the regent sit in a slightly lower position, and the officials descend in order of official rank.

The cloudy moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds, and it was about to rain. Wei Jingzhi looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and memories from a long time ago came to mind.

Ten years ago, he and Xiao Xuanyan were drinking under a tree.The weather on that day was also the same as today, the east wind blew on the face with a wet coolness, and the coldness of the night seemed to soak into the heart along the side of the clothes.

He asked Xiao Xuanyan what he wanted to do in the future.

On that day, the young Xiao Xuanyan was holding the wine jar in his hand, with a lazy and careless smile on his face, but his words were full of ambition.

"In ancient times, young people either faced the power of the court, or fought the flames on the battlefield, or traveled far away in the rivers and lakes. Whether it is the court, the rivers and lakes or the battlefield, they are all within the world. If I want to do it, I will naturally be the master of the world."

"Weak people can't defend anything. I don't want to be weak. Jingzhi, I want to guard you. If I have great power, I can guard you every day. If you don't want to go to the battlefield, you don't have to go. If you don't want to marry Wife, you can also not marry, if you want to be with me, I will always be with you."

How did he answer back then?

He was a young man who was too young to avoid being blinded by those frivolous promises and the passionate love shown by the young man. When the evening wind blew, only the voice and appearance of his sweetheart remained.What the other party said, falling on his heart was a gentle breeze, smoothing those unspeakable rough gullies for many years.

It's a pity that the vows of youth are too many to keep. Now he and Xiao Xuanyan are strangers, and they have returned to the vast crowd.

The two have different paths, and it is difficult to return to the same destination.