128 See yourself

At this time, it is impossible for Yao Ling and Fengchuan, who fell into the trap, to return to the outer hall of the sinking fish palace. This trap is in a strange suspended space, and the design is also extremely clever. After automatically sensing the target falls, it will keep turning in four directions, southeast and northwest, making people completely lose their sense of direction.

The surroundings are extremely quiet, and the distant spirit can't hear the noise from the sinking fish outside hall at all. If there is a sound of fierce fighting, it should be enough to spread to this trap. Although Nan Gezi just tied with Qixi, his body should not be able to fight anymore.

After the fall of Yao Ling Fengchuan, the old man He became the only combat effectiveness. I hope he is not as famous as Mu Husha, but he is a straw bag on the outside. I hope Brother Xia can arrive in time. I hope...

Don't rely on Hua Shenshen. They are not companions in the first place. Even if everyone is in trouble, she will not come to save her.

It's better to rely on yourself than on others.

"Xiao Fengchuan, have you had enough rest? Why don't you get up and find a way to get out?"

Yao Ling kicked Xiao Fengchuan, who was lying on the ground. Fengchuan got up in a hurry and clapped the dust on his hands: "Southeast one A, southwest three E, northeast six Geng, northwest two two."

What the hell is he talking about? Is he evil?

Fengchuan pulled Yaoling's wrist. Naturally, she didn't expect that at this moment when the two people rested, Fengchuan had observed and figured out the law of trap movement. Just follow the method he just said, you can go out.

I just don't know where the exit of this trap will lead to.

"That's it."

Fengchuan drew his sword and smashed the wall where he escaped and climbed out of the hole. Looking at the surrounding scenery, it should be far away from the sinking fish palace.

But this place... is a little strange, and the atmosphere is extremely deserted: there are no shrimp soldiers and crabs on patrol, and there is no sound of the piano played by the mackerel maids. The faint silver light covered the fine sand on the bottom of the sea with a faint silver frost, which seemed to come from the stars above the nine heavens. When Yaoling Fengchuan climbed the Hongshan high tree to look for Ying Taiping, it seemed that he didn't see this place at all. It was strange.

"What is that?"

Yao Ling looked in the direction of Fengchuan's fingers. Surrounded by the purple coral bushes, it seemed to be the source of this light.

"Let's go and have a look."

Yao Ling Fengchuan restrains his mind. Since he wants to break into the tiger's den of the Dragon Pool, the things around his waist are naturally ready to come out of the sheath at any time.

When the two walked in, the purple corals turned out to be a silver-purple pavilion, and the shell plaque was written with the words "Ziwei Hall".

"Ziwei..." The word is silent in the heart of the distant spirit. The purple star is also the North Star, known as the "king of fighting numbers". The main star of the life palace is the noble, noble and arrogant to get along with people.

There are only so many Astronomy left in Yaoling's mind that Master talked about. However, it is not difficult to judge who the owner of this pavilion is.

"We... do we still want to go in..." Yao Ling smiled awkwardly at Fengchuan. The dead woman is so terrible that her palace must be full of tricks. Maybe it is a trap preset for her and Fengchuan.

"Ha ha, what, are you afraid?" Fengchuan held Yao Ling's arm and dragged her to the hall. "Who was just showing off his power to declare war on Qixi Festival? I think now you go to beat her nest, and you can save a little bit of the face she lost when she plotted--"

"But I--Hey, don't push it!"

Fengchuan couldn't help saying that he dragged and dragged Yaoling into the door of Ziwei Hall. Yaoling had time to reflect the scene in the hall, and was shocked by the feeling under his feet. This is...

It seems to have stepped on the quiet sea, but it seems to have stepped on the burning flames. When the second foot landed, the feet were completely bound by a dark blue of unknown things under his feet. When you raise your eyes, your eyes are full of boundless stars, like the gaze of the eyes of countless gods. The shadow that was trampled under her feet is the soul that really wanders out of her body.

"Far spirit?"

Fengchuan walked to the side of Yaoling, but he was not completely shocked like Yaoling. It seems to be just an illusion. She needs to be calm, calm...

She clearly felt herself in the reflection, her heartbeat and breathing with her, and the thoughts in her mind turned thousands of times. It seemed that the starlight stripped her soul from her body and projected it in the dark water of the underworld.

She felt herself and lost herself at the same time.

What the hell...why...

Yao Ling lowered his head and saw his own shadow.

In the water that is as clear as a fountain, an exquisite and petite woman can be faintly seen. Her light was so bright that her slender toes were suspended in mid-air, and her open arms danced like a spirit bird. She looked up at the sky, and her eyes looking for light went against the real starlight.

"Have you... seen yourself?"

Is it... the sound of Qixi?

Is she here?

Hundreds of the worst possibilities flashed through my mind. What else can she do to break into the palace where she can see through the soul? Will the Chinese Valentine's Day be so simple to take away her soul? Will it?

Yao Ling couldn't see the cold sweat sliding down her forehead, sinking into the water of the underworld under her feet along her cheeks and jaws.

"You don't have to be afraid. Everyone will lose their way when facing themselves. They dare not face their cowardice, dare not face their fear, let alone face hope and reality.

Yao Ling saw it.

Her whole vision was occupied by that nightmare-like giant face. The corners of Qixi's lips, the noble and reserved smile is like a dangerous whirlpool, making her unable to struggle and escape.

"You really want to be strong. Since you know why your wish, you have been pursuing..."

The past pictures flashed in front of the distant spirit.

First of all, Shimen Rain Lane. That seems to be the first memory of being beaten. Yuxiang was usually so lively, but at this moment she was surrounded by three brothers who were one head taller than herself behind Hanjian Hall. She insisted, patiently, and pretended not to hear the abuse and ridicule. The sunset came very slowly that day. Until night really fell, she didn't wait for a person to pass by here.

She didn't even dare to cry.

"Hey, what's wrong with this idiot girl? The swordsmanship is so rotten that she can't see it. She scolded her and didn't talk back. Is she dead?"

"Brother, don't talk nonsense to her. Let's show her what swordsmanship is, and see if she dares to show off everywhere with her ancestor's sword!"

The feeling of waiting for the fist to hit the face with its fists closed, and the body is overwhelmed by forces from all directions, but it is still fresh in my memory.

Yao Ling was wrong from the beginning. She can't wait. You can't wait for others to save you. You can't just be patient and do nothing. People who are passively waiting for the change of the environment will get nothing. It's better to change yourself first than to change anything.

She shouldn't bear it. If she wants to change, she can't bear it at all.

Yao Ling suddenly woke up. She waved the sword in her hand randomly. While the tall boy covered his lower abdomen and retreated, she pushed away another boy who had no time to react and fled.

"The hateful girl dares to fight against her brother and is very rebellious! Follow me!"

The spirit fled.

She has no idea where she is going to escape. Back to the room, what was waiting for her was the concern of the fireworks sister, heartache, and tears.

She knew that once she held the sword in her hand, she could not put it down.

But what she really wants is not to be strong.

She just doesn't want the person she loves to be sad for her. She wants to protect them, that's all.

"So, did you do it?"

It's the sound of Qixi again. She saw through other people's hearts through the water of the underworld, and then defeated the lost people by torturing the weaknesses in her heart.

She, did she do it?

Sometimes, knowing that it is a demagogic trap, I can't help jumping in and trying to climb out on my own.

- As long as you don't jump in, you will be completely hurt by the memory.

Everyone has a past that they don't want to think about. Just like the fate of Xia Gulin and his brother; the family that collapsed in the Spring Festival of Wuling; Yan Qingdu could not do filial piety beside his closest eldest brother in order to pursue his dream; Chu Yunshen would rather bear physical torture in order to regain the freedom of the soul...

Everyone has their own reasons to make a choice.

They gave everything for what they thought was worth doing.

For those who want to protect, no matter how much you pay, you will not hesitate.

Maybe.

No matter how deep the affection is, you can't keep the discrete fate;

No matter how worried you are, you can't get back your deceased relatives;

No matter how much confession you have, you can't redeem the sins you have committed.

You must not give up, those reasons that support everyone from the beginning of whiteness, beyond all difficulties and dangers to the present.

These... are the remote spirits of their church.

Everything else is no longer important. Is the current harvest not enough to encourage yourself to move forward? At the beginning, she had nothing but dreams; now, there are people around her who hold her hand and move forward together.

She only has more reasons to be brave and firm.

After a moment of silence, Yao Ling could no longer hear Qixi's question again. She must take the first step bravely. The illusory water reflecting the stars does not exist. The only thing that supports her progress is the faith in her heart and the soul under her feet.

"Wow ha ha - far away, look at your feet, there is a fountain under your feet!"

Who is

? Who is so noisy... The picture in front of Yaoling was gradually clear, and this familiar voice made her stiff body regain consciousness little by little. She moved her toes and unconsciously staggered forward.

A big stone fell to the ground in my heart. This time, it's the feeling of stepping on the ground. The illusion no longer exists. Now the water-like phantom under her feet may really be just a phantom.

It's over.

It's strange that Xiao Fengchuan is fine for such a long time. The distant spirit couldn't help looking at the foot of Fengchuan--

"Look at yourself first. There is a flame under your feet, as high as a fountain, idiot!"