Chapter 5 Plain Wind Bell

At midnight, the cold moon evokes a cold whistling frost, the gorgeous palace lights have gradually gone out, the butterfly rain is fluttering, and the five colors are still radiant. The path leading to the ruins can no longer see a line of bright light, the deep grass has no road, the sound of insects is low, and occasionally a scorching air invades with the wind, and the moonlight is not scattered.

All people have already dreamed, but when they are so quiet that they are a little gloomy, there is also a shadow running from the path. The pure cyan night robe embraces the flowing frost, and the cold air is approaching, and the wisipsipating. She has a sad and sad face on her face. She has crossed the grass path, climbs the fence, and circles the palace wall. , she finally rushed to the ruins of the broken wall. Although it was the ruins, a day ago, there was a small thatched and grassy, which was the only thing the paralyzed man had. But now, there is only a desolation left by the fire tongue. The smoke flies, and the ashes blowing from the night wind swept over her cheeks. The dust entered her eyes and hurt a little, but she could not raise her hand to cover it, and tears flowed down like this.

It should have just been set on fire! Lingyue can still find the fishy flame of the burn, but she can no longer find his figure.

"The Lord of the Little Palace has the appearance of fate. You can feel gentleness and charmingness from his voice. She should be an extremely kind woman, not the evil of those ignorant people."

There seems to be his voice in the ashes blown by the wind. It is gentle, moist and compassionate, just like the snow and frost moon this night. It is the only beautiful scenery she has indulged in on the road she has walked, and the only place where she can put her heart.

I can't tell what the feelings are.

But for the past three years, the rest of the time after studying every day is looking forward to meeting him, which is also a pleasure for her.

"Sir must be very hard here! Why don't I ask Grandma Yue to pardon you and return your freedom? After going out, I will ask the doctor to treat you so that you can stand up again and see the light again, okay?" She once promised him like this, but completely forgot that she was just a small palace owner without any real power. Even her diet and living were arranged by Grandma Yue. I'm afraid that the Taiyue Lord, who covered the sky with one hand and dominated the world, had planned all her life! She doesn't have her own time, let alone her own power.

"No, I understand the kindness of the owner of the small palace, but this is my home, and only in this corner can I feel safe. If the little palace lord really wants to help me, please come and talk to me when you are free!"

"Why do you want to stay here alone? Sir, I can feel that you are a very close person! In the past, you must have had a noble status in the musk moon country, right?

She still remembers that when she asked such a sentence, his fingertips trembled slightly with the tattooed butterfly, and then smiled to change the topic and recited the poem silently. The poem he recited the most was: emptying and running like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth. The upper poverty fell from the yellow spring, and the two places were nowhere to be seen.

Several times, she seemed to hear a sad sob from his voice. In order not to touch the scars in his heart, she no longer dares to ask about her background or his past.

Lingyue suddenly thought, is it such a problem? Relatives? Noble identity?

Mr. Yue? Lingyue suddenly realized, but at the same time, those entangled thoughts gnawed her mind like poison. The pain is cut to the bone, and it is not over. The sadness is still unbroken. They all go to Huangquan to suffer and quiet, but who will tell her the truth?

"Ah~" Lingyue suddenly couldn't control her emotions and cried. She has been silent for 18 years. It's time to break out! Grandma Yue, Grandma Yue, oh, is it training her to pave her way with blood?

With the roar of depression and anger, Lingyue flew in one direction, and the gentle flying green silk was stained with a lot of dust, and turned into a piece of gray butterflies in the headwind.

Slanting wind, frost and jade dew, flying butterflies carry poems, moon burial hidden lonely souls, no longer no place to miss.

Lingyue suppressed the painful thought and gradually calmed down in the sound of a wind chime. The wind passed by, and she smelled the familiar fragrance. In fact, there was also a cold and blood-like smell in the fragrance. When she began to smell this smell, she was a little unaccustomed to it, but Grandma Yue told her that only in this fragrance Only in Qi can you cultivate a physique from yin to cold, stay young forever, and continue the hegemony of the country.

She didn't know why Grandma Yue told her so? She didn't understand its intention or why Grandma Yue always talked about Qianlai's hegemony. She just couldn't refuse her order to practice a strange secret technique called "Fog Snow Silkworm" in this fragrant forest of bell fruit every day.

Every time after refining, she will have blood on her body. She can't tell whether it is her own blood or the blood of those singing fruits.

The fragrant forest of bell fruit is a forbidden place in the palace, but it is not a forbidden place for her and her grandmother.

The cold moon shines and the frost flies. The forest seems to be able to suck the moonlight, making the moonlight flow on the treetops and the fruits that sing like silver bells. Therefore, even in the middle of the night, she can still see that the fruit is red and as red as blood. No wonder the juice they shed is "blood".

The tree is a fragrant tree, and the fruit is a singing bell radish, so this forest also has the name of "bell fruit aromatic forest".

This is a strange forest. Even if Grandma doesn't tell her, she can see that this forest has a living life. Even if you cut the bark with a knife, the tree will shed "blood".

Of course, this is not blood, just juice. Grandma Yue once said so, how can the tree bleed? It's just that this tree flows out juice like blood.

The forest is planted according to the law of the "fragrant jade soul" formation. Except for her and Yue's grandmother, whoever enters this forest is a dead end. Therefore, no one knows that there are actually palaces built in this forest. The palace is not gorgeous, but it is made of thousands of ice. It is only ten feet high but indestructible. , spacious and bright, winding, thousands of ice lamps, crystal clear, like the fairy palace.

Lingyue walked into the forest like a lost soul. When she stepped into the forest, the trees behind her were moving, like ghosts. If others would definitely be melted by this forest, but she could walk in safely. Not only was she unimpeded, but she could also use these strange trees to vent. Pain in the heart.

Because she is the owner of this forest.

She hated it very much. She cut the dagger in her hand at the trees around her. Her movements were sharp and fast, but they were a little messy and crazy. If anyone else saw it here, they would be surprised that the gentle and quiet little palace owner could have such a ghostly skills. No, this is not martial arts, but a kind of magic, which is more surprising than magic. She can change her body anywhere at will, and can also use her delicate hands to suck up the moaning bell juice. Her dagger can become any shape she wants, either a flower, a sword, or a knife, or even a human form. . And whether it is swords or flowers and fruits, they can spray and spit silk and sweep everything.

The moon is like water, and the ice silk is like a string. It does not play music, but it is like a waterfall falling in the sky.

The more she practiced, the more painful it became. Lingyue suddenly fell off the branch carelessly. The needle-like branch cut the yarn and stabbed a scar on her slender **. At this moment, her body was covered with bright red juice, and the bell fruit fell to the ground. The juice could converge into a pool of blood and stained her whole body. Green robe.

That's why maids can wash a basin of "blood water" for her after returning to the palace after practicing secret surgery every day. They don't understand, and she can't say it.

The pain was unspeakable. She cried softly and vented the loneliness and unwillingness that had accumulated in her heart for many years. The dagger became colder and colder in the soaking of juice, and the snow-like light lit up, highlighting three words on the dagger.

Fog snow silkworm.

This is the secret art inherited by the Ling clan of the Muyue Kingdom from generation to generation. It can't be said whether it is martial arts or magic, but this kind of secret art can only be practiced by each generation of Lingshi kings who are qualified to inherit the throne of moon lord. The master is the king, and if he doesn't do it, he will be devoured to death by this secret technique. Therefore, this secret technique has also become a crucial level for selecting and identifying each generation of musk moon masters.

Linghui, the master of the previous generation, master, mastered this secret skill, and in the war with the Central Plains "exumed" army, watered the fog, swallowing clouds and winding tides and scared off the 100,000 army of Emperor Long Jie.

Why did Grandma Yue choose her to practice this secret technique? Is it because the spiritual wisdom of the moon master has become this kind of secret art? I don't know why, since she heard the name "Huier" from "he", she couldn't help but associate herself with Linghui.

If she is really Linghui's daughter, then Linghui must not be dead. On the contrary, if Linghui has really been martyred, then she must not be Linghui's daughter.

When I think about it, my mind is confused. She climbed up holding the dagger of the "fow snow silkworm" and slowly walked out of the woods. Her steps were a little staggered. Maybe it was the reason why her right leg was injured. The heavy fatigue made her inadvertently pay attention to the red on her body. Her face was clear and charming in the moonlight, but the "blood coat" made her look like a seductive demon in the dark night. .

No wonder those people will say that she is not a human being.

She didn't notice that when she walked out of the fragrant forest, a green shadow and a white shadow floated gently behind her one after another, disappearing like a phantom in the changing woods.

The wind is full of sword-like coldness and strange fragrance.

A few Yanmei flowers bloomed on the ground.