The bright moon sits on the ground

After all, it has only been two or three years.

Xu Lang thought, "If he appeared in front of Xie Mu frequently, Xie Mu's parents would probably feel that he had ulterior motives if he didn't mention Xie Mu - and that was indeed the case, so he set foot in Xiayan City occasionally,? Look at Xie Mu's situation in the dark.

In the end, he was so busy that he was overwhelmed and had no time. He hadn't been to the human world for several years.

So, from then on, all the deeds related to Xie Mu, he was so talented that the threshold of Xie's family was almost leveled by those who came to the door, whether it was princes, generals, or ordinary people, he treated them equally ... and so on, Xu Lang heard more, and saw less with his own eyes,? Occasionally, he would catch a little bit of information from the wind, and secretly speculated what Xie Mu was doing at this time.

The only good news among the cramped and breathless and complicated things is that the heavy snow in Kunlun has finally melted.

Even when the hot blood of the sun god came down, the deep red color burned everything black, but the snow in the Kunlun Mountains never melted. Xu Lang almost forgot what it looked like. Looking around, Only a piece of whiteness remained.

The main hall on the top of Kunlun Mountain is a huge palace, and there is a Tianming Candlestone inside, which belongs to Liang Kunwu.

Candlestone is connected to the lifeblood of Liang Kunwu. It was already there long ago, thousands of years ago. The streamlines on the stone surface are like flames moving quietly, like the water flowing slowly under the glacier, silent. Silent, revealing a mystery.

In addition to the candlestone that symbolizes the Kunlun Immortal, there are two dimly colored candlestones on the left and right sides.

The flame-like patterns on it have faded away, and it is no different from ordinary stones, without any special features.

There are many restrictions in the hall, and ordinary gods cannot easily break into the hall, but these restrictions are useless now.

On the day when the snow melted, Xu Lang stood in front of the hall with his hands in his hands, and finally took off his thick robe, and even put down the heater whose pattern was almost smooth by his touch, and Liang Kunwu put it down for the time being. After realizing his obsession with forging weapons, he stood on the top of the mountain with Xu Lang, looking far away, this ancient mountain gradually lost its white silk, revealing the green inside.

After decades, Kunlun finally ushered in its first spring breeze.

Although there was still a strong smell of blood in the wind, compared to before, it was already too gentle.

Liang Kunwu took the last piece of unmelted snow to make tea, the steaming heat floated up and was blown away by the breeze, Xu Lang happened to be standing with weak legs, seeing this situation, his eyes followed the curling water mist, looked up He turned his head to the sky, and saw that the unquenchable galaxy had already been torn apart, there was no sunlight or moonlight in the sky, and only the blood left by the emperor was left to illuminate the long night.

It's a pity, Xu Lang thought, if it was a sunny day, this scene should be better than the painting on the pen.

He lifted the hem of his clothes, sat down on the floor, and sat opposite Liang Kunwu, neither of them spoke, but there was no need to speak.

Liang Kunwu didn't need to eat, Xu Lang explained to him with words like "you will lose a lot of fun like this", and the group of Xingjun headed by Po Jun likes to drink, and Po Jun Xingjun often dangles in front of him, As time passed, he reluctantly drank some wine and ate some tea with them, but he only touched it with his lips, but did not swallow it down.

So Xu Lang was asked to pick up a big deal again. He sat in front of the hall, squinting his eyes, holding tea made from snow water in his hand, gently blowing off the heat, and occasionally took a sip. The tea was fragrant and warm. It rolled down the throat and fell heavily into the stomach.

Sipping tea and admiring the scenery, Xu Lang even had the illusion that everything was getting better if it wasn't for the long night that showed no signs of fading.

Even if he drank the tea and once again devoted himself to the trivial, complicated and unspeakable plan, that would be later.

After simmering for a while, Xu Lang was already half full, so he put down the half-cold tea.

He raised his head and stared at the curtain-like night sky for a while, trying to identify the original position of the star palace from the chaos with the faint light flowing.However, he is really not very familiar with Xinggong, if he really counts, he has only been there three or four times.Until Xu Lang felt a sore neck, he still couldn't find the original location of the Xinggong, so he had no choice but to give up.

However, just when Xu Lang was about to look away and rub his stiff neck, he caught a glimpse of light from the corner of his eye.

He vaguely remembered that it was where the stars of Pojun were. In the past, they were always lazy and shimmering when they looked at them, but now they looked like bursting sparks, which were extraordinarily hot, as if they were going to burn the stars around them. Into a hot galaxy.

Then, he remembered that he hadn't seen Pojun Xingjun for a long time since he threw the cup last time and left.

Xu Lang leaned slightly, stretched out his arm, patted Liang Kunwu on the shoulder, and pointed to him, "Look, Pojun Xingxue is so bright."

Liang Kunwu has never been interested in these things. Hearing what Xu Lang said, he looked in the direction he pointed. The sky was indeed brighter than other places. His expression finally changed, and his brows frowned slightly. , looked at the brightly fading Pojun Xingxiu for a while, then slowly opened his mouth and said, "Pojun Xingjun is probably in trouble now."

Xu Lang originally tilted his body, looking at the stars just for fun, but he didn't expect Liang Kunwu to draw such a conclusion.

He immediately sat up straight, and asked nervously: "But Pojun Xingjun is very strong, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Liang Kunwu lowered his gaze, looked at Xu Lang, shook his head lightly, and said, "I'm not good at speculating on celestial phenomena, I can only see that he has encountered some difficult troubles, but I don't know what it is... Maybe it has something to do with Qi Qianyuan."

Xu Lang wasn't in the mood to continue enjoying the scenery in early spring, he just wished he could fly to Pojun Xingjun immediately to see what was going on at his end, which could cause his emotions to fluctuate, as if silently In violent fire.

He stood up, ignoring smoothing the wrinkles on his clothes, and said apologetically, "Then I, go and come back?"

Liang Kunwu turned his wrist, and the table and teapot in front of him turned into clouds of smoke and dissipated with the wind.

Immediately, Liang Kunwu also stood up, and Xu Lang looked at his movements, thinking that this matter was really so serious that it attracted this Kunlun fairy to the world.He thought to himself, he seemed to have heard Liang Kunwu say a few days ago that the evil spirit in Kunlun Mountain has faded a lot, and those beasts have been wiped out.

However, Liang Kunwu just raised his hand, and vaguely drew a few strange lines between Xu Lang's eyebrows with a distance of a few inches.

"Okay," Xu Lang's vision gradually became blurred, and Xu Lang squinted, only to hear him say, "I'll see you off."

The world is nothing to him.Xu Lang vaguely sensed that this Kunlun Immortal Lord was a more indestructible and icy existence than a rock, and he had no interest in the human world at all, and he would not go there if it was not necessary, even if it was just to relax.

So Xu Lang didn't say much, just sighed in his heart, and nodded to Liang Kunwu as farewell.

The fog was thick and his vision was completely obscured. Xu Lang didn't know how Liang Kunwu reacted to his farewell. Maybe there was, maybe not. In short, no matter whether it was the former or the latter, he could no longer see. He could only feel his body. As he continued to fall, the howling wind brushed past his cheeks, and a rusty smell gradually poured into his nostrils, choking him out of breath.

It was as if a hand, condescending, was finally willing to wipe away the mist in front of his eyes, revealing the surrounding scene.

Xu Lang felt that the ground was wet at first, and he thought it was stagnant water, but it was indeed stagnant water.However, I am afraid that there is no rain in this world that is blood-red, with a strong smell, like countless thin threads, slowly wandering in a thick layer of stagnant water, and will scatter and run away when he stirs it up , into a cloudier, more repulsive color.

This is a tireless rain, the bean-sized raindrops hit the ground like hailstones, making a crisp sound.

He always likes to carry some messy things on his body and hang around in the world. He really looks like that kind of swindling charlatan. Liang Kunwu didn't forget to send him the pile of things this time. Finally, Xu Lang took out the oil-paper umbrella from the basket made of bamboo strips, and there was a muffled sound when the umbrella was tapped, covering all the beads with broken threads.

Looking around, there are corpses all over the place, the heavy rain washes away the blood, and the ocher red floats on the stagnant water in circles as if overturned, and spreads in all directions from the blood-made people like red silk. Go, stand in the center of the red silk.

This kind of scene is really familiar. Xu Lang stopped and walked, carefully looked at the clothes on the corpses, and probably could guess what happened. It was nothing more than the imperial army was ambushed. After a fight, only All is silent.

Liang Kunwu probably put him in a safe place on purpose, so Xu Lang walked for a long time, only the sound of rain could be heard in his ears.

The corpses on the ground were piled up like a mountain. Fortunately, there were no Meng Qiuze and Qi Qianyuan here——immediately, Xu Lang began to refute himself again. Pojun Xingjun is the first general under the emperor's knees. Even if he is high-spirited, he will never let the plan happen error.

If something happened to Qi Qianyuan, their previous efforts would be wasted, not only would they break the army, even Xu Lang would not be able to accept it.

He prayed in his heart, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and walked around the last corpse.

There was an inescapable rain curtain in front of him, Xu Lang stared at the two blurred figures, the water droplets wet his eyelashes, fell heavily, and slid into his eye sockets, he wiped the water on his face with his cuff , keep getting closer, and closer...

Then, his face suddenly turned pale, and his lips moved, wanting to make a sound to restore the situation that was getting out of control.