Grandpa is such a bird

How can I feel this way?Lingjiang didn't know either.

From the moment he entered this underground palace, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, not apprehension, nor ecstasy, but an indescribable sense of loss.

Ling Jiang put his head against Yin Chenglan's shoulder, lowered his eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

Yin Chenglan put his arms around his shoulders and patted him gently: "If you don't want to go in, don't go in, let's go."

Ling Jiang shook his head silently, refusing to leave, Han Xiangxiang hadn't got it yet, so he couldn't leave.

But if he went in... he didn't want to go in for a while.

He squatted in front of Yin Chenglan, suddenly tilted his head, and kissed the corner of Yin Chenglan's lips. When he first met Yin Chenglan, he was superficial, but after tasting the other person's taste, he became fierce and intense.

Ling Jiang closed his eyes, ignored everyone's eyes, grabbed Yin Chenglan's arm, and kissed him fiercely, as if eager to vent something, full of bitterness of regaining what was lost.

Yin Chenglan opened his eyes and looked at him. Although he didn't understand where his emotions came from, he didn't say anything. He glanced at the crowd and saw his mother, and his face blushed.

Lian Pressing the song turned around first, leaned against the ice wall, clasped the huge ice cube with one finger, and muttered: "Don't look, don't look, hurry up and find a way to open this door."

Ling Jiang kissed hard, let go of him, and with a swipe of his fingers across the palm of the other hand, blood gushed out immediately, and he smeared his own blood on Yin Chenglan's palm: "Use my blood to get in. "

He saw Yin Chenglan frowned, but he didn't want to explain, he just said, "Let's go in and talk about it."

Spread his own blood on others, carry Yin Chenglan on his back, put his bloody palm on the ice wall, let everyone follow suit, and then close his eyes.

Just when it was dark in front of the eyes, the cold air gradually came out from the ice wall. At first, it was just a faint mist lingering around, and then the piercing cold air turned into a thick fog, bit by bit The crowd wrapped them in, their figures were hidden in the white cold smoke, from the corners of their clothes, until they could no longer be seen.

But they stood in place without moving a step, only to feel suddenly very cold, before a shiver came out, the chill disappeared, and the cheeks were caught off guard by the gentle wind blowing, and then, the sound of water, birds singing, and leaves fluttering around their ears A burst of growth.

"Open your eyes." Yan Chu leaned aside and said.

They obeyed and opened their eyes.

In an instant, an indescribable palace came into view.

This palace is inlaid in a huge mountain range. The palace does not have the splendor of the Dajing Palace, but it is extremely grand and majestic.

There is a huge black stone embedded in the sky above the palace. It is impossible to see its appearance in the field of vision, but it is extremely wide. The huge stone is not pure black, but is covered with dark blue light spots. Those light spots are small and dotted all over the huge stone. , complement each other, like a galaxy in the dark night sky, shining on the palace in the distance.

"This stone looks familiar." Lian Presse raised his head high, looked at it for a moment, and suddenly called out: "Big Dipper Stone, this is the Big Dipper Stone! Is it such a big Big Dipper Stone?!"

No one paid attention to him, Ling Jiang had already walked to the palace with Yin Chenglan on his back.

At the end of the hall, there is an altar that echoes them in the distance. There are tall stone statues at both ends of the altar, and there is a throne carved out of ice stone on the altar. There is no one on the throne, but it makes people feel awe. He could only look up at the majesty of the throne with a humble attitude.

Behind the throne is a painting that spans the entire mountain wall. In the painting, there are lush mountains and silver waterfalls. The painting is very realistic. They seem to be able to smell the clearness of the green mountains and hear the noise of the waterfall.

Just when they were shocked by the painter, a clear bird chirped, and then, a snow-white bird flew out of the green hills and distant daisies in the painting, circled around the heads of the crowd, and then flew away and disappeared into the mountains and rivers middle.

"Isn't it a painting?" Yin Qingyi said in shock.

Yan Chu supported the wall and stood up. His face was pale and his body was weak, but his eyes were bright and dark. He whispered, "No, this is the world created by the earth god Panqi."

Ling Jiang turned to look at Yin Chenglan with his back on his back, Yan Chu walked over slowly, raised his finger to the giant stone statues at both ends of the throne, and said, "Can't you remember?"

Only then did they turn their attention to the stone statues. There were eight stone statues in total, four on the left and four on each side. Yan Chu walked to the stone statue closest to them and looked up quietly.

The four stone statues are not human beings, but four kinds of flowers and plants in different shapes. Starting from his right hand, the first stone statue of flowers and plants opened a flower disc like a huge trumpet to the sky.

Yan Chu said: "This is Ming Cong flower, which represents ears."

They took out the rare treasures of Liuwei Tiancai they had found from their bosoms, and put one of the palm-sized petunias in front of the stone statue.

He walked forward, pointing to the second stone statue which has no leaves and no flowers, but only thin vertical and horizontal veins, and said: "This is the thin neck, which represents the tendons."

Put the same group of slender grass with only delicate stems in front of the thin neck.

The third one is a tall tree with a lot of cotton wadding on it, like cotton wool. The fourth one is a stone vine with two clustered stone fruits on it.

Yan Chu said: "This is the silk floss tree and the twin fruit, which represent the skin and the nose."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, looked at the eyes of several people looking at him, Yan Chu smiled foolishly, and murmured in a whisper: "These four kinds are the 'heavenly materials' in the rare treasures of heavenly materials, the ones that came from the sky. material, a rare panacea in the world.”

Double click the song: "The one opposite is 'Yibao'?"

Yan Chu glanced at him approvingly, "The treasure of the other world is not a treasure of the world." He turned around and led everyone to the four stone statues of the treasure of the other world.

The first stone statue is waving thick vines and vast roots, which looks huge and hideous, but when you look closely, you will find that its waving vines are like a pair of open hands, holding a fragrant flower at the top, which seems to be blooming anytime, anywhere. The delicate flowers that can be damaged by the wind and rain are the fish playing leaves, which represent the hand.

The second stone statue is a stone tablet lying horizontally with sharp edges and corners. There are no words on the tablet, only two small pits containing water. The water in the pit is rippling, and the sky full of stars is absorbed in it, reflecting the faint gaze of the stone tablet. This is the Big Dipper, and it is the Mou.

The third stone statue is a snake as thick as ten people hugging each other. It has horns and scales like a dragon. It is coiled on a stone pillar reaching the sky, and there is a glass-colored cold light flowing around its body.The giant snake poked its heroic head out from above and looked down at the people in the palace, with an angry image, as if it would open its bloody mouth to swallow them right away.This is the invisible snake in the underground palace, the cold and fragrant snake, which represents blood.

And the last stone statue is a person.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, and he turned his body slightly, looking towards the direction of the throne, his eyes carved out of sand and stone revealed the deep affection of thousands of years of wind and rain.

Lian Presse followed Yan Chu to identify the natural treasures with great interest. He looked at the face of the last stone statue and said in surprise, "This man's face looks familiar."

Yan Chu ignored him, he looked away, looked at the young man in yellow shirt standing in front of the throne, and said, "So, you are the Buddha Fire Phoenix, Lingjiang, do you remember anything?"

Ling Jiang didn't speak.

Yan Chu asked again: "Where is Pan Qi now?"

"He's dead." Ling Jiang's voice was hoarse, like a mountain wind blowing sand and stones.

Pressing the song repeatedly felt that something was wrong, turned around to look, and suddenly found that the last stone statue was exactly the same as Lingjiang!

Lian Presse hummed his head, and looked at Yin Chenglan as if asking for help, and found that the man was just like him, his eyes were full of shock.

Yin Chenglan said: "Lingjiang, you..."

Ling Jiang tilted his head and smiled at him, walked up to the altar, and put Yin Chenglan on the throne.

He returned to the stage, opened his hands, and two dazzling golden flames ignited in the palms of his hands. The flames instantly illuminated the entire palace with gilded brilliance, and he said loudly: "You are waiting for Xiaoxiao, come and report!"

As his words fell, countless flocks of birds and beasts appeared in the rolling hills and rivers, and filled the palace in an instant, and the seven stone statues also moved. , lowered his proud head, lowered his proud figure, and together with the birds and beasts in the mountains and rivers, came behind Lingjiang.

The whole palace presents a rare scene in the world. Like ants, Lian Presse and others stand in this group of fairy flowers and strange beasts, looking in amazement at the tall young man standing on top of all the beasts.

The young man said softly, "Kneel—"

For a moment, Wanmu bowed his head, and all the beasts bowed their heads.

The young man's pale yellow clothes were blowing in the wind. He stood with his back to them, looked at the throne of the altar, and said, "Miss Toya."

Toya panickedly agreed.

Ling Jiang said: "I remembered."

He looked at the man on the throne and said, "It's not that Pan Qi is short...it's that he can't walk."

Yin Chenglan stared at Lingjiang in the audience.

Ling Jiang lifted the skirt of his robe abruptly, knelt down on one knee, and said in a deep voice: "I, Buddha Fire, welcome my king."

Yin Chenglan shrank his pupils and said in a low voice, "What are you talking about!"

Ling Jiangdao: "Hundreds of reincarnations are destined. In this life, you finally took away your nose, tendons, ears, skin, hands, eyes... The only thing missing is blood and bones."

He smiled: "It turns out that everything is destined."