Eaglewood Crumbs Chapter 25: Jinghu Shuiyue

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Yu Mo stood with his hands behind him, and after a while, he slowly said: "Since I have all walked here, I just walked to the end, how can I give up halfway?"

Yan Dan looked at him in surprise, and said, "Yu Mo?"

Yu Mo raised his hand and gently pushed on her shoulder: "Let's go." Yan Dan's heart was transparent, and she smiled at him slightly, a faint pear vortex on her right cheek.

Tao Zixi rowed the boat to the center of the lake, suddenly pushed the oars, and jumped into the water with a plop. The calm water rippled. Yu Mo supported the ship's side and said lightly: "I'll go down first." After saying this, he stepped into the water.

At the moment it is almost dusk, and the reddish sunset has soaked the clouds in the sky red, and even the turquoise lake has bursts of red. Yan Dan lay down on the side of the boat and looked into the water, then looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but said, "If it's a night with stars and moon, isn't it Jinghu Shuiyue?"

Tang Zhou looked at her delicate white porcelain cheeks. When she smiled, the corners of her eyes would bend slightly, clear and innocent, and she couldn't help but whisper, "Why do you need to follow?"

Yan Dan shook his finger and smiled and said, "Don’t get me wrong, I’m not doing it for you. The first is to see the girl in your dreams as soon as possible, and the second is to live a boring life. It’s okay to find something to do by chance." She turned her head and looked at the sunset in the sky, then looked at the water, and muttered: "Strange, why is Yu Mo going so long?"

She slowly stretched her hand into the water, swiped it twice, and suddenly water drops splashed in front of her eyes. Yu Mo peeked out of the water, stretched his arms over the ship’s side, and let out a long breath: "Come down, I'll lead the way."

Yan Dan jumped off the boat and beckoned to Tang Zhou: "Come on." She stretched out her hand and grabbed the opponent's wrist, and whispered: "You just need to hold your breath and follow me." She looked at Yu. Mo Dang dived into the water first, and slowly sank his body. Looking up from the bottom of the water, the water of the lake is crystal clear light blue, the bottom of the water is white sandstone, the water weeds, and from time to time there are slender and soft fish passing by with their tails.

Yu Mo walked forward to cross the water. There were three sticks of incense for a long time, and suddenly he broke through the water. Yan Dan followed, and saw a gorgeous palace not far away. The marble steps stretched into the water. After walking up a few steps, only a few wisps of clouds drifted slowly around him.

All this seems to be true and illusion, as if walking on misty clouds.

Outside the palace, there is a stone monument on which are four ancient seals: Jinghu Shuiyue.

Yan Dan turned his head and looked at the lake behind him, and saw that the bright crescent moon on the horizon was reflected in the lake, and the silver-white moon shadow slowly swayed with the waves.

Tang Zhou whispered: "This is the Palace of Gods..."

"The first two times I entered the Gods Palace, there were people who led me, but this time I didn't." Yu Mo turned his head, frowning slightly, "Since the God Palace Master wants to use your power to unlock the seal of the artifact, Presumably there will be organs inside..." Before he could say anything, he saw a figure of Mai Luotuo and wooden clogs suddenly appeared at the gate of the palace. A wisp of clouds floated, just to gather the figure in the vast sea of ​​clouds, and vaguely saw the man carrying his clothes, his body light and elegant.

Yan Dan couldn't help but said: "That's...Wu Shun?! Didn't he fall into the underground cave? How could he be here?" She chased for two steps, but realized that the distance between them had not narrowed. , But getting bigger and bigger. The medicinal picker Wu Shun seemed to be led by something, walking fast.

Tang Zhou looked at her and asked: "Will you admit it wrong?"

Yan Dan also has some doubts in his heart, and can only say: "Maybe it is wrong."

"Yan Dan has always been meticulous. When he didn't get it wrong, that person was probably Wu Shun." Yu Mo said lightly. Yan Dan was simply flattered: "Actually, I am not as careful as you said, which is really praised."

And the Palace of Gods is near, and everything in front of you is pitch black and silent.

The three slowly walked away in the darkness, only to hear a soft noise when they landed. After walking in this way, Yan Dan finally couldn't help but said: "Why is it still dark here, not even a candle is lit." She just complained casually, but as soon as she finished her voice, she heard a chirp. A candle was lit up immediately around.

Yu Mo's expression was a bit complicated, and he said categorically: "Go fast, lest Ye Changmeng..." Before he finished his sentence, he saw a sneer on both sides, a large group of flames rising, instantly Burn the ground slightly red. Tang Zhou couldn't help saying: "The ground here is actually made of iron!"

Yan Dan has been quite sure that she must have committed something evil these few days. At first, I didn't feel anything after running a few steps, but after a while, I felt like a fire was burning under my feet. On both sides of the aisle were raging fires, and the flames swept toward them. Yan Dan only smelled a burnt odor, and couldn't figure out where it came from, so he could only keep running forward. The only thing she was fortunate was that she was a demon, more or less better than mortals in this hell.

In a blink of an eye, the walkway was at the end, but there was a large pile of plum blossoms in front of him. The stakes are as high as two people, and there are dense iron thorns underneath them. They are shiny, and you don't need to try to know they are sharp. If someone accidentally falls off the plum blossom pile, but Wan pierces his heart, he is very capable, and he can stand firm when he lands, and he will definitely pierce his feet.

Yan Dan hesitated for a while, wondering if he should find another way out. Yu Mo had already jumped onto the plum blossom pile without hesitation, watching her still in a daze, could not help but said in a spirited manner: "What are you going to froze? Come up!"

Yan Dan had to use her evil spirit to guard against the wind, stepping on the stake, and looking down, she was still a little bit afraid. Palace Master Shenxiao could come up with this kind of cultivation method, which shows that he must have something wrong with him.

I saw Tang Zhou facing this plum blossom pile without changing his face, and passed on flatly. Yan Danqi said: "Tang Zhou, you seem to be very good at this..."

Tang Zhou turned his head and glanced at her, and replied indifferently: "Many people who practice martial arts have practiced plum blossom piles, and my master also prefers this."

Yan Dan suddenly realized that when he heard a bang behind him, a huge heat wave hit from behind, and all he could smell was a strong smell of sulfur. She was taken aback, and hurried forward, and the heat wave behind her followed. She didn't need to look back to know what happened: the palace master of the gods actually placed gunpowder at the door, and when they came in, he lit the fuse.

The blasting sound was deafening, and little flames rushed in front of her. She could even smell the scorching smell of her hair, but the plum blossom pile in front of her was slow to end.

Yan Dan listened to the sound of the wind behind him, and decisively avoided a few flames, and immediately stepped on the pile with one foot. After standing still, he jumped forward to another pile. With such a keen skill, she hadn't even thought about it in most of her life before, no matter which action she was absolutely clean and neat.

She is getting better, and she understands a little bit why mortal martial arts always like to assemble such weird things. Suddenly, she saw a figure flashing before her eyes, and even a blink of an eye did not arrive. She stood on the plum blossom pile she had spotted. With a tall and tall figure, Tsinghua Wanduan, he is the Lord of the Gods!

Yan Dan was in the air and saw his face clearly: She might have seen a lot of people and demons with good-looking skins, but it was the first time she had seen such a person. If the palace lord of the gods is ugly, but his facial features are extremely handsome, but if he is good-looking, then there will be no ugly people in this world.

She watched as the face was getting closer and closer to her, even the tip of her nose was almost touching, and finally she spit out a long suffocated breath: "Ah, you go away, ah-ah- —"

When she spoke, the evil spirit on her body suddenly vented, and she sank and fell down immediately. At last she reacted extremely quickly, reaching up and grabbing it, just pressing it against the stake. She swayed twice in mid-air, and occasionally lowered her head to immediately see the iron thorns underneath, and she couldn't help but tremble.

Just listening to Tang Zhou’s voice is still far away, but a word is already close at hand: "If you dare to step on, I will make you unable to unlock the seal of the artifact in this life!" /

Yan Dan was extremely moved. Although Tang Zhou treated her normally not well, he was still reliable at this critical juncture. She stretched out her other hand to pick up the stakes with difficulty, and saw that the dark green soft satin boots were about to be lifted, as if they were ready to step on them at any time. Yan Dan struggled with herself. If he really stepped on this foot, should she not let it go, or let it go immediately? After all, Palace Master Shenxiao stepped on this foot, and if she couldn't hold back and let go at the end, it would be better to jump down on her own at the beginning, so as not to lose face.

After a while, there is still no movement. Yan Dan only felt that his arms were beginning to feel sore. He raised his head and looked around, and saw that Palace Master Shenxiao was still standing, Yu Mo and Tang Zhou seemed to be confronting him. Yan Dan sighed. If they kept standing like this, she didn't know if she could survive until she was pulled up.

People really still have to rely on themselves, and most of them are unreliable on others, even for demons. Yan Dan said in a kind voice, "Palace Master Shenxiao, can't I ask you a word? Are you going to step on this foot or take it back? Let me know first, you don't need to stand here, right? "

As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Mo glanced at her with fierce eyes.

Just listen to the Lord of Gods Palace slowly saying: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Yan Dan hesitated for a long time, but still didn't have the courage to provoke him, so he had to resign himself to hang there. The reason why she dared to provoke Zi Lin or Yu Mo was because she knew that they would give herself a bit of hardship at best and would never kill her. As for Palace Master Shenxiao, she didn't have the courage. What's more, angering the opponent may only show that you are different from others, but the end will be many times more miserable than others.

She grabbed the stakes, gritted her teeth and insisted on not letting go. She has arrogance in her bones, and she can't allow others to underestimate her.

Only a slight noise was heard, like the sound of clothing rubbing, her arm was suddenly caught. Yan Dan raised his head and saw Tang Zhouzheng pulling her arm, and couldn't help asking: "Palace Master Shenxiao is gone?"

Tang Zhou nodded and smiled slightly: "You are lucky, he just left like this."

Yan Dan breathed a sigh of relief and muttered: "Just leave..."

Whether it is Yu Mo or Tang Zhou, she at least knows how much the other party is better than herself, but when facing the Palace Master Shenxiao, there is nothing at all, so she is not afraid.

At the end of the plum blossom pile, there is a palace paved with cold marble, quiet, silent and unpopular. The faint lights flickered, reflected on the marble slab, like ghost fire.

In front of me is a carved bronze gate. The knocker is a lion with its open mouth showing its fangs. It is vivid, like a living creature. And what will be waiting for them after this door?

Tang Zhou looked at his companion, resolutely stepped forward and pushed open the bronze gate. Just heard a heavy creak, the door opened, and the room in front of you was very elegant and simple, almost exactly the same as the one they saw in the tomb of the empress in Qingshi Town. The only difference is that there is a stone monument in the center. Engraved with distorted text patterns.

In front of the stone stele, stood a man in linen clothes, with a little muddy water on the hem of his clothes, looking thin and wretched. He heard someone approaching behind him, and he just stared at the stele blankly, motionless. Yan Dan recognized that it was Wu Shun, the herbalist, and walked two steps forward, wondering: "Why are you here?"

Wu Shun turned a deaf ear to his ears, still standing motionless.

Tang Zhou also felt weird. He wanted to step forward to check, but he just walked a few steps closer. Suddenly he felt that the sky was spinning, and there was chaos in front of him, like the vast chaos before the opening of the world, no light, no vegetation, only endless The darkness and powerlessness. He didn't know where he was, so he could only let the mysterious force lead him.

This force is completely irresistible.

He faintly heard Yan Dan's voice, as if he was not far away. He didn't panic, as if vaguely knew it would.

Looking back for the last time, he clearly saw Wu Shun, the herb picker, with an indescribable smile on his face, but his figure suddenly rose a few points, and a human skin mask slowly fell on At his feet, that ugly but Qinghua face was revealed.

The palace lord of the gods watched the water patterns on the stone tablets gradually eased, and whispered to himself: "It's best for them to reach the end of the demon phase smoothly..." He stretched out his hand to slowly untie the coarse linen, and the inside was lightly dressed. The white robe is without any decoration, even the belt is white. At that time, only human sacrifices would be dressed like this.

He lightly touched the weird inscription pattern on the stone tablet, and spoke very slowly every word: "Chu Mo, the devil rises from the heart..." He suddenly stiffened, and immediately felt that he was born with a cold sword behind him. The front hits. He didn't even turn his head, and said lightly: "Is it you?"

"My lord, have you never thought that one day will fall to the point where someone will be pointed at with a sword?" Tao Ziqi's tone is like ice, full of hatred, "I have been waiting for this day for a long time. ."

"I only remember that I have been treating you very well." The palace lord of the gods turned his head slightly, but unexpectedly saw her full of resentment. This kind of anger and hatred seemed to be uncommon.

"I used to be the Zixuan among the nine stars, because of you..." Her face flushed, and a little smile slowly appeared in her eyes. "What happened in the battle between the fairy and the devil, you have all Don’t remember?"

Palace Master Shenxiao's breathing suddenly stagnated.

"I know you can't think of it now, and you won't think of it anymore." Tao Zixi sent the long sword in his hand forward, "You will accompany them down too! No one can tell you in this world What happened that year, you only have a lifetime to dwell on the past!"

The palace lord of the gods had to take two steps forward, only to feel that the heavens and the earth were turning backwards suddenly, dizzy. He suddenly turned around, stretched out his fingers and clamped Tao Zizhen's long sword, and squeezed hard, only to hear the sharp break of the blade, and the broken blade just pierced Tao Zizhen's throat.

"What about the Jiu Yaoxing Ziqi? The end of betrayal is the same..."

The water lines on the stele suddenly calmed down, and only a broken long sword fell on the ground with a loud bang.

Zi Yan fell on the ground, tears constantly falling from the corners of his eyes. She injured her throat and was dying. She could no longer speak clearly, so she could only spit out a name vaguely and laboriously: "Jidu..."