leave no red dust

Chapter 2 Chapter [-]

It was a magnificent palace.

Well, to correct it, it used to be resplendent and resplendent.

Seen from the mountainside from a distance, the palace is surrounded by clouds and mist, and it looks like an emperor's residence on a fairy mountain. When you walk in, every brick and tile has the unique affection of the world.

The gate of the palace is exactly the same as the Shengfanhou Mansion, it looks like it has been neglected for many years, there is no vegetation beside the gate, there are no lanterns and wind chimes on the eaves, and there is not even a plaque indicating where it belongs.On the contrary, it is a bit more lingering and deadly than Sheng Fanhou's Mansion.

Tang Ying asked: "What place is this?"

Zhu Wanwan spoke loudly, which destroyed the insignificant atmosphere in Tang Ying's heart very well: "We are a few dens of instigating rebellion, welcome to join."

Zhu Wanwan pushed open the door and led Tang Ying into the dusty yard.

There are not many intact houses in this place, most of them are dilapidated walls, and the scraps of wooden windows scattered on the ground can still glimpse the glory of this place back then.

Tang Ying was shocked when she took the first step.She has never seen every brick, every tile, every plant and tree here, but she is so familiar with it.

She lightly brushed the pear-blossom wooden door with her fingertips, and suddenly stopped, and she also stopped.

Zhu Wan turned around and cast a puzzled look.

Tang Ying paused, and said, "This place shouldn't be so dead."

Zhu Huang said: "I'm sorry, this place has been broken down for hundreds of years. It was the residence of Demon Venerable Zhu Yu back then. Can you not be angry? The only living thing is a flower, and the merciful leader Xiao offered up."

Tang Ying thought about it and said, "Can I have a look?"

"Come here, please." The road led by Zhu Wanwan turned again, "Anyway, Xiao Chou won't be able to make it for a while."

Tang Ying smiled, and followed Zhu Huang's footsteps on a field of weeds.

The flower that Zhu Wanwan mentioned is still alive today, because Xiao Chou saw it and felt that it was not easy to grow in this God's Punishment Relic, so he picked a place with better Feng Shui to plant it.

The flower is very big, and the whole body, including the roots and leaves, are two colors, one black and the other white.The roots, stems and leaves are all black, and the petals are indeed pure white, and then like a smudge of ink, a layer of clear black is applied to the edge of each petal, to put it more bluntly, black.

Just such a flower, growing among the dead flowers and willows, just like a painting.

Risking the risk of being beaten by the extremely fierce leader Xiao, Tang Ying reached out and hugged the flower.

That feeling is not touching a strange flower that looks like a fairy in a painting, but touching another pair of weather-beaten hands through time and life and death, feeling the warmth from another person.

Like the embrace of a dying person, or the kiss of a dying soul.

"Tang Ying?" Zhu Huang called her in a low voice, "Are you a little weird today?"

Tang Ying came back to her senses, reluctantly took her hands off the petals, shook her head and said, "It's nothing. It just makes me look like an old friend here."

Zhu Huang said: "It's quite big, why don't we go to Lou Da first, and then look at it after we're done?"

Tang Ying laughed angrily: "Since you have business, you still let me, no, drag me around?"

Zhu Huang raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not a big deal, it's still too late."

Tang Ying and Zhu Huang went to the most conspicuous wooden building in the entire palace. It was very tall, the height of "not daring to speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavenly people".

The two meandered up the stairs all the way, and finally found Lou Zhu who was cleaning the weapon on one of the floors.

Tang Ying saluted very hastily: "I have seen King Guyou."

Lou Jue said: "Young lady, I'm out. I'll make a long story short—the Undead Crossing was stolen the day before yesterday."

Zhu Huang raised his eyebrows: "I know, now that person is going all the way south, and he doesn't know where he is going."

Lou Jue said: "400 years is too long... I don't know whether this is because the owner of the Five Sacred Stones wants to reshuffle the cards, or someone has ulterior motives."

Zhu Huang said: "So how are you going to find it?"

Lou Zhuo said: "It's better to go to Xu Rong first..."

Zhu Wanwan answered: "Let's have a meeting first. Can you change the words?"

Lou Zhuo lowered his head slightly, glanced at her, and said, "After all, the Golden Armor is in charge of the Wulin League. Now that the two holy stones are lost together, there is nothing wrong with the opening meeting."

Zhu Huang's eyes widened: "What! The golden armor is gone?"

Lou nodded.

Zhu Huang turned his head to Tang Ying's direction: "Tang Ying, then we have to take care of what we have...Huh? Where are you?"

Looking back suddenly, there was no one behind him.

Tang Ying was in a gloomy little room.

A few oil lamps were kindly placed in the house so that people could see clearly what was in front of them.

The three of them were restrained by the ice coffin exuding a faint cold air, and they were startled when they saw their faces clearly.

In the first ice coffin, the person lying there looks to be five or six years older than Lou Juu, other than that, the two look the same, even the clothes of the person inside the coffin are the same style as Lou Juu's. , dressed in soap, embroidered with a golden dragon flying through the clouds.

The person in the second ice coffin couldn't tell the difference between a man and a woman just by his appearance. His white and pale face had no blood color, and even his long hair was full of bloodless gray.

This face is extremely solemn, but the strange pattern hovering on the right hand is pierced with a three-point ferociousness.

The last person in the ice coffin made Tang Ying pale like a zombified person who had just crawled out of the tomb.

The person in the coffin was extremely young, with a unparalleled beauty, no matter how you looked at it, it could not be related to the word "Fu Bo".There was a blurred blush on the forehead, and the clothes were extremely simple, a white dress covered with a layer of purple gauze, and the moment of windlessness was frozen forever by this ice coffin.

The man was holding a small round stone in his hands, which looked like glass, exuding a charming brilliance, luring Tang Ying to approach step by step.

There is no past life, only this life.