Secret arrows are hard to defend

Song Wuan, who was about to explode in anger, and Lu Xuan, who was about to be poked a hole by the dark gun, once again occupied a corner alone.Lu Xuan felt some of the taste in his heart: Tsk, this is like hanging a carrot in front of a donkey, or a fish in front of a cat, how can just smelling it be enough?

"No Darkness—"

A sparrow-tail needle was nailed into the wall next to Lu Xuandu. Lu Xuandu touched the bruised pinnae. Before he could speak, he felt that his body was suddenly empty, and his whole body fell down.Song Wu'an didn't notice for a while, he was dragged by the silver chain and almost fell down.He finally stopped at the edge of the hole, and glanced down, good guy, the bottom of the hole is full of steel knives, if it falls, it will be poked into a sieve.

Song Wuan saw a black coin slipping out from his fingertips, and smiled at Lu Xuandu, "You have today too", and then mercilessly cut off the silver chain connecting the two of them.He rubbed his wrist, which was bloodstained by the silver chain, and glanced down. It was not as bloody as he had imagined—the steel knife gleamed, but there was nothing else, but it was just a mistake, Lu Xuandu It disappeared, it was even more exciting than the third senior brother's trick.Song Wu'an didn't care about the result anymore. In any case, without Lu Xuandu, there was really one less trouble. With him, his luck seemed to be much worse.

Song Wuan, who was light without Lu Xuandu, checked the temperature of the wall, and the temperature was no longer rising. The organs of various Qi royal cities have been forcing the entrants to go deeper.Song Wuan didn't intend to drag on any longer. He didn't have a red jade pot on him, so he couldn't go back the same way. What's more, the situation outside was unknown. If the sand pile buried the entrance, even if he had a red jade pot, he might not be able to get out.

The best way is naturally to go up.Each Qiwang city is divided into Jincheng and Yincheng. At sunrise, the gates of the city are opened to form the Jincheng, which is stable and peaceful everywhere;The highest point of each Qi King City is the Fire Spirit Altar, which is the place where each Qi royal family worships the holy fire for generations.The Fire Spirit Altar is ventilated on all sides, with a conical zenith on the top as a cover.If the entire king's capital is buried in yellow sand, it will be the closest place to return to the ground.

Just now the sunken place has been closed again, Song Wu'an is obsessed with tricks, but not very interested in Qimen Dunjia.But Wei Rui has always liked these things, so he more or less followed them. He understands the basic principles, but he is not really proficient.Although each Qi has been influenced by the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams of the Central Plains, another set of mechanism principles is popular inside.

The Jain people believe that the god of fire comes from the south, and the holy fire from south to north will sweep away all sins after death, and make the soul lightly transpire and fly to the afterlife.However, for the living, the holy fire is an extremely dangerous thing and must be kept at the altar. Once the holy fire leaves the altar, disaster will come.Because of this, when the Qi people left the capitals of the Qi kings, they would rather extinguish the sacred fire symbolizing rebirth than take it away from the altar.For each Jain, the south is the source of the holy fire, and the closer the living are to the south, the more dangerous they are. Therefore, when the flame hits, he chooses to jump to the north instead of the south.

Song Wuan took a closer look at the surrounding walls. As the walls cooled down, exquisite murals slowly emerged on the walls. Countless golden butterflies surrounded the towering poplar trees hung with bells, and worshipers formed a diamond shape. shape, worshiping the poplar tree in the center.The golden butterfly was painted with unknown paint, and it was so bright under the firelight that it almost hurt his eyes.Song Wuan looked at the shining golden butterflies in the corridor, and a flash of light came to his mind. He took a bunch of small fire and approached the frontmost golden butterfly. After adjusting the angle several times, the countless golden butterflies in the mural were all lit up It seemed that it was about to flap its wings at any time, and the bright golden butterfly cast pieces of light on the ground, forming a narrow passage where no golden butterfly landed.

The golden butterfly, which symbolizes the holy fire, warns elders of danger.What he had read came to Song Wuan's mind. He fixed the fire beam next to the golden butterfly, and walked forward along the dark path divided by the bright light.The light and shadow of King Die was cut off at the intersection, and Song Wuan had to stop.The small fire was burnt out, and the corridor behind him dimmed instantly, and there was a rustling sound in the darkness, which made one's scalp tingle.

Song Wuan's back felt cold, and goosebumps appeared on his body. He felt that the voice was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. He looked back stiffly, and countless fire scorpion tail stabs stood upside down from the golden butterfly on the wall. Crawled out everywhere, densely spread all over the ground.No wonder it feels familiar. When the Eleventh Senior Brother practiced the Sleeve Bone Heart Technique, he had to quench his body with a hundred poisons. For a while, he raised many highly poisonous things in the back mountain, including the fire scorpion, which caused the senior brothers to avoid it. I didn't expect that there would be a day when I bumped into them.Song Wu'an looked at the poisonous scorpion rushing towards him, and was shocked immediately. Before he had time to carefully observe the side road, he simply chose the road to a higher place.The poisonous scorpion behind him came like a tide, chasing after Song Wuan, climbing all the way up the slope, and ran for about a quarter of an hour. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a staircase on the left, and Song Wuan turned and ran without hesitation. Up the endless stairs.He originally thought that these poisonous scorpions were chasing him, but now it seems that this is not the case, these fire scorpions are attracted by something, and they still rush forward frantically.

Song Wu'an had just breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a violent vibration from the stone steps under his feet. He had a bad intuition, and Fang was about to leave here, but when he turned around, he couldn't see where he came from.Song Wuan thought something was wrong, he saw a huge rolling stone rushing down the stairs from a distance, and the wall that appeared out of nowhere behind him was very solid, without any gaps, Song Wuan had to find another way, groping along the wall quickly, Before he could realize where he had touched, a secret door flipped and pushed him into an unfamiliar room.Hearing a loud "bang" behind him, Song Wuan secretly rejoiced that he escaped unharmed, he was really lucky.

Even if each Qiwang city is shown as Yincheng, the rooms used to live in it are safe. The Yincheng agency was set up to protect the royal family. If he enters such a room, he can guarantee safety for a long time .

He held up the torch and looked at the room in front of him. It looked like a boudoir of a daughter's house. The walls were white and lotus flowers were carved on a row of bricks near the ground, and the gaps were covered with golden colors. It looked very delicate.There is a large bed in the center, and the gauze curtains around it are layered on top of each other, and the scene in it is vaguely visible.On the right hand side is a lacquer table, behind which is a shelf made of poplar wood, on which there is a lot of dust on the neatly arranged stone slabs and wooden slips.A simple lacquered wooden yueqin is hung on the wall, and the floor is covered with a maroon gold-woven carpet with intertwined lotus patterns, which is quite soft to the touch.

It seems to be safe here, at least it is much calmer than being chased by poisonous scorpions and rolling stones, but for some reason, Song Wu'an subconsciously feels uneasy.Holding a torch in his hand, he stepped on the carpet carefully, and some fine dust was raised.Song Wuan slowly approached the bed that could not be peeked into, took out an iron fan from the thousand machine box and gently opened the bed curtain, and keenly caught a faint fragrance at the end of his nose.Song Wu'an immediately woke up and held his breath, but it was still a step too late.Because he saw lying on the bed a person who was absolutely impossible to appear here at this time - Shen Weirui.

The candlesticks standing in the room lit up one after another, and under the flickering candlelight, the appearance of the person in front of him became clearer, with willow-leaf eyebrows and willow-leaf eyes. Partially looked at Meixing's reserved and shy.The person in front of him is very similar to Shen Weirui, but without the ruby ​​jade pot, he would never appear here. "Shen Weirui" gently took Song Wuan's hand, smiling like a flower, Liu Ye's eyes suddenly became blurred, he heard "Shen Weirui" in front of him softly say: "Senior brother, it's such a coincidence to meet you here." Then he stretched out his hand He patted the bed lightly: "Brother, let's rest together for a while, okay?"

Song Wuan didn't move, and looked at "Shen Weirui" calmly in front of him. This "Shen Weirui" seemed very real, and his appearance and voice were all the same as real people; but it was extremely unreal, Shen Weirui would not say such things to him, Never, never.His younger brother looks weak and indomitable, but he is actually extremely strong, and he never shows weakness to others.The person in front of him might be said to be like Shen Weirui, but rather like the Shen Weirui he had been looking forward to and lingering in his dream at midnight—but Song Wuan has never been clear that all of this, from beginning to end, from beginning to end, is completely It's his wishful thinking.He stretched out his hand to gently caress the cheek of "Shen Weirui", but stopped at the position where he was about to touch. It was warm, and it was very real.

Song Wuan withdrew his hand, shook his head, and said with regret in his tone, "You are not him."

As soon as the voice fell, the person lying on the bed disappeared instantly.Song Wuan withdrew the iron fan and put down the bed curtain, and was silent for a long time. A familiar laugh sounded behind him, calling him very gently: "Xiao Xiao, come here."

Song Wu'an turned his head back stiffly, the young woman in the Jingchai sarong still did not hide her delicate color, her slender and curved willow leaf eyebrows, and a pair of almond eyes made her look a bit more charming, her expression was more gentle and shy, The tone of her voice is very soft, overlapping with the remaining influence in memory.She is the only person in the world who can call him like this, as if there is endless tenderness like water, and indeed there is endless tenderness like water.

"...Auntie."

His aunt.His mother, who died of illness when he was four years old and has been separated from yin and yang since then, actually appeared in front of his eyes again, so he was grateful for the illusion in front of him.Song Wuan stared at the person in front of him for a long time, until his eyes were foggy, then he shook his head and said, "Aniang has been gone for a long time."

The gentle shadow also drifted away, and a tear fell from the eye socket.Someone reached out and pulled him slowly, and wiped away the tears for him, with a very gentle tone: "Hey, it's okay."

It was Lu Xuandu.