Looking for plums under the moon

Since when is it invisible?Obviously I could still see some whirling tree shadows just now...

Ling Guyue subconsciously touched her eyes, and as soon as her fingertips touched the eyelids, she touched the wet eyelashes, and then the moist corners of her eyes.

When he blinked, something fell from his eyes.

Is it fog?

Ling Guyue got a drop of water from the corner of her eye, and felt warm for a while.Not fog, but like... tears?

Ling Guyue froze for a moment, the smoke made her eyes burn at the beginning, but now she was unconscious, and he didn't even notice when the tears flowed.

Fortunately, there was no poisoning needle, otherwise he could not speak or see now, and it would be very difficult for him to get out of this forest.

While thinking, tears flowed down his jaw again.

Ling Guyue wiped away the tears on her cheeks, and tentatively called out to the forest: "Brother He? Young Pavilion Master?"

Still no reply.

Knowing that there is a problem here, Ling Guyue dare not be careless, but at this moment she has no other choice but to move forward gropingly.

Gradually, the wind picked up.

In the originally quiet mountain, the treetops suddenly swayed, the branches and leaves fluttered, and there was a rustling sound above the head.There seemed to be a whimpering sound mixed in the wind.

Ling Guyue couldn't see anything, she could only clenched the sword in her hand and slowed down her pace.

Suddenly, a sharp and long howl came from far to near, followed by a Ling Ran palm.

Ling Guyue was startled, and instinctively dodged sideways.That palm hit the ancient tree behind him, making a loud bang, shaking the tree to rustle.

"Ling Guyue...hehehe..." Weird laughter sounded in his right ear.

Ling Guyue supported the tree trunk and stood still, turned her head to the right, frowned and asked, "Who is it?"

"Hee hee...doesn't Master Uncle recognize me?" The voice suddenly floated behind him again, blowing a breath of cold air on his neck, and said coolly: "Master Uncle is really forgetful..."

As if a bucket of snow water poured down her neck, Ling Guyue's hair stood on end, she hurriedly turned around to avoid it, and said to the man, "Who the hell are you?"

"Who am I..." The voice was as thin as silk and erratic, it was still whispering in his ear one moment, and the next moment it seemed to be shouting from a distance of ten thousand mountains, "Uncle... I am Bai Jing... I died so badly..."

Ling Guyue heard the voice wandering around, but there were no footsteps, knowing that he must have used some special technique, so she said calmly: "Don't you think it's ridiculous to pretend to be a ghost with the identity of Pingchuan's late disciple? "

"Hee hee... Uncle, I am Bai Jing... When I died, my eyes were gone and my tongue was pulled out... Uncle, have you seen them?" The strong wind swept the dead leaves on the ground towards Ling Guyue.

Ling Guyue only felt that the wind was fierce, and she was blown backwards, shielding her face with her sleeves, what hit her was not like a leaf, but like a sharp weapon, and several red marks appeared on the back of his hand.

"Uncle Master... why are you still talking? Did you hide my tongue? Hee hee...give me back your tongue..." The thing rushed over viciously, this time with a murderous look, as if Determined to put him to death.

Ling Guyue's back was already against the tree, and when she was in a dilemma, she had no choice but to hold the sword in front of her body, trying to block one or two.

He only heard the ghost figure getting closer and closer to him. At this moment, a sound of clothes fluttering reached Ling Guyue's ears.

Someone who came stopped the ghost man's attack and took him aside.

Ling Guyue couldn't see anything, only heard a few fists and fists, the two suddenly appeared above her head, shaking leaves falling, followed by a muffled groan, the thing seemed to be repelled.

The forest was quiet again.

"Who?" Ling Guyue asked.

The fallen leaves fell slowly and floated on his shoulders, but the visitor did not speak.

Seeing that he kept silent, Ling Guyue felt relieved, "Brother He, is that you?"

Footsteps approached slowly, and the man brushed the fallen leaves off his shoulders for him, then took his hand, as if to take him somewhere.

The hand holding Ling Guyue was slightly cold, and the size was obviously not what a woman should have.Ling Guyue decided what he was thinking, and hurriedly asked: "Where is the young master? Are you all right?"

The person holding him spread out his palms, and wrote with gentle fingertips: "She's gone back."

Ling Guyue nodded, "You are not in any danger, are you?"

"No," He Suosi's fingers paused, and continued to write, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Ling Guyue showed a look of annoyance, "It was the puff of smoke just now, I can't see it now."

He Suosi caught his pulse, examined him, and wrote: "It's nothing, just wash it with clean water, and it will be fine in a few hours."

Ling Guyue felt relieved, and asked in confusion: "Why do you disappear as you walk?"

He Suosi wrote: "This forest has been laid out by people, and if you don't pay attention, you will get scattered."

"Formation? Could it be that the 'ghost' is also part of the formation? Is it just my illusion?"

He Suosi's fingertips tapped on the palm of his hand, and was about to write, but Ling Guyue felt the palm of his hand itch, an inexplicable throbbing in her heart, and quickly withdrew her hand.

I don't know if it frightened He Suosi, the two of them froze in place, and he didn't hold his hand again.

Ling Guyue lowered her head and coughed, "Sorry."

He Suosi held him again, and wrote softly, "Sorry."

As the two walked, He Suosi explained to him, "This is the Piao Miao formation, which was originally created by Feng Zhousheng, but it was compiled into a book by him and lost its whereabouts. It seems that someone has learned this formation and deliberately targeted it. you."

Ling Guyue sneered, "I know who it is."

"Who?"

Ling Guyue said: "The three elders of Pingchuan."

"What is the basis?"

Ling Guyue hesitated for a moment, this is a matter of Pingchuan's family, she shouldn't tell others, but He Suosi specially accompanied her here today, and just now saved herself, if she concealed it, wouldn't she treat him as an outsider?He said: "To tell you the truth, Brother He, the reason why I left Pingchuan was because of the three elders... They said that I killed some of Pingchuan's disciples. Later, when I went to check the corpses, I also encountered the same situation. The person who went in with me disappeared without anyone noticing, and there was an inexplicable voice, if it wasn't for..." Thinking of Shen Luo, Ling Guyue frowned, swallowed what she hadn't finished speaking, and changed her mouth, " Other than that, I can’t think of anyone I’ve offended.”

After Ling Guyue finished speaking, He Suosi fell into silence.

Ling Guyue said again: "Brother He, can you see clearly what is fighting with you?"

"people."

Ling Guyue turned her head to look at him, although she couldn't see anything, as if He Suosi was standing beside him, "What does that person look like?"

He Suosi wrote: "The man was wearing night clothes and a veil on his face, and he was only vaguely recognizable as a thin and small person."

Ling Guyue secretly thought in her heart, which of the three elders is the thinnest?The First Elder is tall and strong, although he is nearly seventy years old, he is still tall and strong. As for the Second Elder and the Third Elder...the two are not on the same level, so I don't know which one it is.

Ling Guyue prefers the Third Elder. After all, this person keeps mumbling words all day long and never leaves ghosts and gods. His possibility is higher...

When he was deep in thought, He Suosi wrote in his palm: "Don't be sad, I..."

me what?He hesitated for a while and did not continue writing.

Ling Guyue thought that the silence just now had misunderstood him, so she turned her head and smiled, "Actually, I'm not..." Before she finished speaking, the smile froze on her face.

He Suosi gently raised his hand and wiped away the tears on his face.

Even though his movements were very gentle, Ling Guyue still felt that this hand was very cold, like the fog tonight.

Ling Guyue took a step back and asked in confusion, "Brother He?"

He Suosi didn't explain, and led him to continue walking in the forest.

A strange atmosphere suddenly lingered between the two, Ling Guyue wanted to speak to break the silence, but she didn't know what to say.

While hesitating, He Suosi suddenly stopped, and Ling Guyue bumped into his neck without noticing it for a while.

"Someone." He Suosi quickly wrote these words in his palm, and then led him to a tree, "Wait for me."

Ling Guyue was a little worried, looked at him and said, "Be careful."

He Suosi didn't stay any longer, and walked deep into the forest.

Ling Guyue sat down against the tree, paying attention to He Suosi's movements.I could only hear him deliberately stepping harder, stepping on the dead leaves, making a harsh sound, which was especially clear in the quiet forest.

Just as He Suosi was getting further and further away from Ling Guyue, a domineering aura gradually approached him.

Hearing Cancan's wild laughter, the two had already exchanged hands, and after several rounds of back and forth, the ghost gradually became overwhelmed.

"Huh? Why is this kid? Where's Ling Guyue?" After seeing He Suosi's appearance clearly, the gloomy voice was surprised.

He Suosi ignored him, used his palm as a blade, and turned his hand to meet him again.

The ghost man was defeated, he was hit by him and hit the tree, coughed a few times, raised his head and shouted: "Are you still coming out?"

Not far away, Ling Guyue's heart trembled, and another aura joined the fight.

Although He Suosi fought one against two, there was still room for a parry. The two sides were evenly matched.

Until the sound of "clank" was heard.

Ling Guyue has practiced swords since she was a child, so she naturally knows what it is.His face was slightly pale, and after listening to He Suisi's movements, he seemed to be gradually losing the wind.

Ling Guyue was worrying when she suddenly heard the sound of a sharp knife cutting through her flesh.

He Suosi's hands are empty, it is impossible for him to hurt others, it is only possible that he was injured.

Ling Guyue gritted her teeth, and staggered over with her sword in hand.

"Brother He, continue!" He said and threw the Flowing Sword.

Only then did the two ghost figures notice Ling Guyue, and said with a grin: "So you're here!" Then they put down He Suosi and flew towards Ling Guyue.

Ling Guyue hurriedly stepped aside, but still felt two forces that should not be underestimated approaching her.

Ling Guyue retreated step by step, and the ghost figure pressed closely.Normally, Ling Guyue could use lightness kung fu to escape, but at this moment, he is blind and the forest is full of ancient trees, so he is really at a disadvantage.

When holding back, Ling Guyue only felt her waist tighten, and she landed firmly in the blink of an eye, but He Susi took the sword and flew towards it.

He Suosi's breathing was a little short, and the hands around his waist were too tight.

"I'm fine, be careful!" Ling Guyue hastily pushed him away, hearing the sound of piercing through the air.

I don't know if it was his illusion, as if he heard a cold snort, He Susi pulled a sword back to block the stabbing sword, and then jumped forward to meet it.

The clanging sword energy lingered in his ears, and Ling Guyue couldn't tell which one was what he was thinking and which one was from the ghost figure.

After a while, there were screams and two heavy objects fell one after another.

He Suosi helped him up, and wrote in his palm: "It's all right."

"Are you injured?" Ling Guyue touched his arm.

He Suosi pressed his hand and wrote: "It's just a little bit of skin."

Ling Guyue glanced at him suspiciously, but there was only darkness in front of her eyes, and he couldn't see his expression.

He Suosi wrote again: "Don't worry."

Seeing his insistence, Ling Guyue had no choice but to give up, stood up and said: "Are they... dead?"

"died."

Ling Guyue wanted to go up to check.

He Suosi stopped him, "Don't look at it, it's just two corpses."

Ling Guyue shook her head, "Let me see who they are."

He Suosi had no choice but to bring him in front of the corpse, holding onto his hand to touch the face of the person on the ground.

As soon as she touched the man's face, Ling Guyue felt that the skin under her hands was very rough and loose. Under the eyebrows, she touched again and found a strand of neatly braided beard.