034wang duan xian ling hong chen yuan

At this time, it was dark, and there was almost no light outside the cave. It was almost evening.

I don't know when the stone platform gradually warmed up, and Sima Hanling subconsciously approached the stone platform, but soon after, she also found that something was strange. But at the beginning, the stone platform was only warm, but then it kept heating up until it became hot, and she had to stay away from the stone platform slightly.

She touched the stone platform with her hand, then quickly withdrew and pinched her hand on her earlobe. Soon after, the burning gradually receded.

Sima Hanling looked at the ice not far away and said strangely, "It's so hot, but why can't the ice melt?"

"Look at the stone platform." Nangong Xia pointed to the stone platform.

It turned out that at this time, the sun, moon, stars and five elements of gossip engraved on the stone platform also lit up, bright and dark, shining, and at first seemed to be chaotic. Soon after, the two found that the flash of the carving was also regular.

Nangxia looked up and thought, but accidentally found that there were also many bright spots flashing on the top of the cave. Looking closely, it was actually the seven nights of Xuanwu's fighting, cow, female, virtual, danger, room and wall in the north. Xuanwu lived in the north of the water, which was extremely yin. Nangong Xia touched the stone wall and indeed became extremely cold.

"Is it that the coldness of this black ice cliff is related to the change of the array here?" Nangong Xiadao.

The two looked at each other and then went to check the changes in the Xuanbing Cave.

The two looked back at the stone platform and found that it was engraved with the southern rosefinch well, ghosts, willows, stars, Zhang, wings and seven nights. The rosefinch lived in the south of the fire. It was the polar sun. The heat of the stone platform was naturally related to it. Between this yang and yin, it formed itself and formed a magic array and hid between the mountains.

The function of this magic array is obviously related to the sword.

Looking at the sword again, there was no change at the beginning, but soon, its light seemed to be stronger. I don't know if it was the illusion of the two people, or because the sword reflected the light of the stone platform. The sword seemed to be calmly inserted into the stone platform, but the two still found that it was constantly shaking from the place where it came into contact with the stone platform. Although it was small, it could still be seen after the comparison.

"Are you in pain or fear?" Nangong Xiadao, he seemed to be talking to himself to the sword. At this time, he seemed to be able to feel the resentment of the sword and the willingness of the sword to get rid of the shackles here.

I don't know when Nangong Xia's hand was held on the hilt of the sword again. Nangong Xia gently pulled it out, but this time it was not like the day. The sword rang gently, but it could not be pulled out of the stone. Nangong Xia tried hard several times but still couldn't help it. He couldn't help but feel a little depressed. He held the sword in his hands, secretly carried the Taoist power, and pulled it out fiercely. A warm current also came from the sword, but in the end it was still only shaking violently and could not be pulled out.

"What's the use of talking to a sword?" Sima Han said that she was slightly away from the stone platform at this time.

"Everything has its spirituality. I think it should be able to understand." Nangong Xiadao, after saying that, he carefully inspected the formation here.

Seeing this, Sima Hanling also observed the formation here with him.

Nangxia carefully examined the sword and formation. In fact, he was not sure whether the sword was damaged or helpful. But his intuition told him that this method would have no good effect on this sword. It seemed to destroy the consciousness of the sword and turn it into a thoughtless puppet.

Thinking of this, Nangong Xia was not relieved.

At this time, the battle between the sword and the array still continues. Sometimes the sword light overwhes the array, and sometimes the array suppresses the sword, but neither of them can really help each other. They can't compete with each other. In the end, whoever wins, the result is also a failure. Either it is cheap to outsiders or destroy each other. There are many things in the world. People of the spirit of all things It can't really see through, and it's something else.

At this time, the formation is getting stronger and stronger. The stone platform is extremely hot, and the surroundings are extremely cold. This coldness makes the two feel very uncomfortable, and they have to run their own strength to suppress it.

At this time, Sima Hanling felt that the jade hairpin could not resist the hot and cold air. Fortunately, the jade charm of Xun Youzi also scattered a spiritual power to join in, which could suppress the cold and hot air overflowing from the array here. At the same time, she still secretly admired Xun Youzi's predecessor in her heart.

What she didn't know was that this jade charm was left by Xun Youzi to restrain the cold and heat of this array, but what Xun Youzi did not expect was that the cultivation of the disciples who entered the bottom of the cliff would be so low.

After Sima Hanling temporarily put down the hot and cold pressure, she turned her head and looked at Nangong Xia. She saw that Nangong Xia's face was extremely red for a while and blue for another time. She was unable to suppress it, but she could not help the other party at this time. After all, she was just barely suppress it.

Besides, Nangongxia felt that his body was unbearably cold and hot, so he tried his strength to resist it. At this time, the jade bone also emitted a warm breath to neutralize the cold and hot air. However, the cold and hot air became stronger and stronger, and the jade bone could not resist it. Finally, Nangong Xia could no longer control the breath in his body, and could only let the cold and hot air overflowing from the array intercourse in his body. Attack instead.

"Maybe it's going to end like this, but how willing I am? I haven't figured out what happened before Sister Qin saved me. I still don't know what my name is and who my parents are. I haven't found Nangong Yin Wenqing. I'm not reconciled by these deaths." Nangong Xiaxin said that at this time, his consciousness seemed to have left his body, and his mind seemed to become extremely keen, but his perception of the body gradually disappeared.

"Everything is going to end like this." Nangong Xia said to himself.

At the foot of Chushan Mountain, in the bamboo house.

"This is how you entered." A woman's voice came, and her voice was soft, but she seemed to be short of breath.

said that Nangong Xia felt that his body no longer existed. At this time, he was trapped in clouds and fog, and the surroundings were extremely soft and warm, which made him want to sleep. Although it made him feel very safe, the feeling of loneliness made him feel extremely afraid. He tried to recall, but only had a severe headache. When he couldn't stand it, he would hide into the dark abyss again.

I don't know how long he slept. Nangong Xia faintly heard someone playing and singing, and the voice was extremely beautiful. Dingdong was like a Sanskrit singing in the sky, and it was like a whisper in his ear. Nangong Xia also sang softly with him.

The green is green, and the white dew is frost.

The so-called Iraqi people are on the side of the water.

Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and long.

From it, it is in the middle of the water.

Before it was finished, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and Nangong Xia woke up. At the beginning, he sang secretly and did not make a sound, but on the moment, he sang the sound. Although the sound was small, it was still heard by the singing woman.

The strange feeling disappeared. Nangong Xia opened his eyes and got up. At this time, the light was dazzling. He rubbed his head and felt a little pain.

At this time, he was in a bamboo house. The light outside the house was shining, but it was dazzling. Nangong Xia covered it with his hand and took a long time to get used to it. He lifted the white veil and got off the bed. Nangong Xia looked at this place roughly.

The bed is also made of green bamboo, covered with white gauze, and Nangong Xia tidyed up the bed. On the left side of the bed, on a small table, there is a bronze mirror in the middle. The copper center is very smooth, surrounded by various cloud pattern animal carvings. There are several small pens on the left side of the bronze mirror, and the tip of the pen is of different colors. There is also a silver comb next to the pen, and on the other side is earrings and other ornaments. The ornaments are neatly placed and the table is spotless.

Above the bronze mirror, there is a long sword hanging on the bamboo wall. The long sword is water blue, but the decoration is extremely gorgeous.

Nangxia walked out of the house. His shoes were placed by the door. After wearing them, he came out of the bamboo house. He saw that the bamboo house was framed a few feet from the ground, thinking of preventing those snakes, insects, mice and ants. In front of the house, a small stream flows through. Around the bamboo house, there are mostly some artificially planted flowers and plants. Further away, there is the grassland. Further away, there are many green mountains. The mountains are full of clouds and fog, and occasionally some strange birds fly by.

The picturesque scenery in the distance gives Nangongxia a very strange feeling. After looking at Nangongxia for a long time, she found that the same bird always appeared in the same place, and then flew along the same route and disappeared in the same place. The scenery in the distance is always repeating the same thing, and even the clouds appear repeatedly and disappear in the same way.

Nang Gongxia is slightly vigilant.

Near the bamboo house, there is only a big tree. On the branches, there are two ribbons hanging down. There is a wooden board under the ribbon, which is a swing. The swing shakes slightly, but there is no human figure. However, the two ribbons are tied to different heights on the tree, making the ribbons of different lengths, and the swings are always unsynchronized. Nangong Xia frowned slightly. The other party could tie the ribbon so high that he would not be a child, and how could he not know that the length should be the same.

"Isn't it the person who plays the piano?" Nangong Xia quickly smiled and secretly said that he was faint. He sat on the swing and played the piano, which could also be thought of.

Not far from the swing, there is a small table. On the small table, there is a set of tea utensils. Next to the small stove, there is a copper pot. There is silk of white vapor in the pot, which appears to be boiling water.

not far away, there is another bamboo house, whose size and shape are the same as the one just now. Nangong Xia went that way. He stood outside the door and looked in. The house had no door, and he could just see the interior furnishings. The house was about the same as the house just now, but there were fewer accessories. He was hesitating to go in, but he heard the sound of questioning behind him.

"How can you be so rude that you break into other people's houses?" The speaker is a woman with a soft voice and quite pleasant to listen to. She is the one who just sang.

"I'm sorry, I don't know. It's so offensive. Please forgive me." Nangong Xia turned around and folded his hands.

The woman in front of her is about 16 or seven years old, but her appearance is extremely beautiful. Her figure is long, her shoulders are cut and thin, her cheeks are new, her nose is greasy, her eyes are trimming, her eyebrows are beautiful, she looks forward to flying, and she is the essence of literary color, and she forgets vulgarity. Her long hair is tied with white silk, and gently inserted into a simple jade hairpin as a fixed. She is dressed in plain white clothes, a Confucian skirt, and the falling jade beads are also decorated with white ribbons. She dances with the wind. On the edge of the wide sleeves, on the side of the collar, there is embroidered with a white phoenix. Its shape is realistic and is about to fly out.

Nangong Xia was slightly stunned, but her heart was secretly strange. It turned out that this girl was all white and there was no more color. If she wanted to know that her clothes were monochromatic, it was also a taboo, not to mention that the clothes were all white.

He always felt that the girl seemed to have seen her somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

"See if you are recovering from your illness, just leave here quickly." The girl frowned and ignored him after saying that and walked alone to the other side.

"Where is the girl here, but you saved me." Nangong Xia followed up and asked. After finding the master, Nangong Xia couldn't let her go away.

The girl also ignored Nangongxia. She walked alone to the edge of the tree and sat on the swing. Without seeing anyone pushing her, she gently swung up. The lengths on both sides of the swing were different, but there was nothing unstable. Nangong Xia frowned again, but he couldn't figure out the reason.

"What's wrong with you, but what's the problem?" When the girl saw Nangong Xia frowning, she asked, and the swing was much slower without external strength.

"The two sides are different in length, why can they be stable?" Nangong Xiadao, he stood on the side of the tree and saw the girl's wide sleeves dancing, with his own beauty.

"Different length." The girl repeated that her feet touched the ground. After the swing stopped, she looked up and said after a while, "No wonder it's hard to control it every time. So it is."

"This person who has played the swing should know, how can you not know." Nangong Xia said, pointing to the top of the swing at the same time.

"How could I know if you didn't tell me?" After the girl finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at Nangong Xia seriously, and then said, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Nangong Xia is dumb.

"Forget it, it's your fault. When I played this, you didn't know where to play with mud." The woman stood up and sat down at the table not far away, pressing her skirt at the same time.

"Maybe." Nangong Xiadao, he couldn't help but be a little funny when he saw that this woman was younger than himself and could talk like this.

He didn't know what the girl meant to mean another layer.