Grandpa is such a bird

The snake head of the cold fragrant snake exudes a cold fragrance that permeates the palace.

Fragments of golden light still glowed on the ground, this is the Phoenix fire, like burning gold, flowing light, never extinguished for a long time.

Ling Jiang straightened up and looked sideways at the man sitting beside him. His back was as straight as a pine tree in the heavy snow in winter, but his shoulders were thin. There was not much flesh on his body, and he could always touch his bare hands. The bone beam, his heart is embedded in his sternum, thinly separated by the skin, it is as cold as ice at this moment.

"...Did I do something wrong?" Lingjiang's eyes were scarlet, his ink-colored eyelashes were moist, the mountains, rivers and seas in his eyes were drenched by the heavy rain, and his soul curled up in the bleak rain.

Yin Chenglan saw that the eyes that were once radiant dimmed, filled with gloomy despair, Yin Chenglan's heart twitched, his hands trembled, he leaned over and grabbed Lingjiang's arm with trembling hands, trying to pull him into his arms inside.

Ling Jiang looked at him motionless, his eyes fell on Yin Chenglan's face, in his eyes time went backwards rapidly, everything grew in the ever-changing light and shadow, some were desolate, some were dressed in brocade and jade robes, some were in rags, and finally , Tens of thousands of reincarnations were frozen on that ice-blue throne.

He took over one of his bones, and has since gained wisdom.

He stared affectionately at the throne, but the people on the throne never looked back at him.

Lingjiang felt powerless for a while, he deliberately slowed down his breathing, suppressed the pain in his heart, pulled out his arm, stood up, supported his thin and thin body, and said, "Forget it..."

Ling Jiang: "...Since you don't want to detoxify, just go."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the ice wall where they entered the palace, put his hands on it, closed his eyes, and silently recited an ancient and obscure spell. The wall was looming, and Ling Jiang whispered: "Follow them to find Su He, and then return to the beginning, and I will send you away."

Everyone in the palace looked at the figure of the young man in front of the ice wall. They were speechless for a while and didn't know what to say. The strange things around them also reminded them of the purpose of coming here. The last two flavors of hope have been found, but no one can imagine that God's will is so good.

Yin Chenglan sat on the ground, looked at Lingjiang ten steps away, and felt a strong urge in his heart—go over and hug him tightly, kiss him, and melt him into his arms, never to let him show such a lonely and desperate expression again. eyes.

But Yin Chenglan couldn't move, he couldn't even walk ten steps away.

Yin Chenglan has never hated his disability so much as now, he can't get close to him, he can't hug him, and he can't... be willing to part with him.

"Aren't you going back?" Yin Chenglan clenched his hands on his lap into fists, his heart was empty, his throat was dry, and he stared at Lingjiang almost nervously, for fear that he would say a word 'no'.

Ling Jiang turned his back to him, looking at the blurry figure behind him reflected by the ice wall, he stared blankly, bitterness filled his heart, Ling Jiang closed his dry eyes, and said: "Return. I promised you, whether you can understand or not Detoxification will help you take revenge."

His voice was a little trembling, and he managed to suppress it, and said, "Go find someone first, I still have something to do...I'll be there soon."

After speaking, it turned into a pale yellow phantom and disappeared.

Yin Chenglan's heart fell back to his chest, and he raised his lips in a lonely way, without saying anything.

On the altar, Yan Chu held the unconscious Ji Yushan in his arms, asked people to take back the rare treasures in front of the stone statue, looked around the crowd and said, "Let's find someone first, and we'll wait until we leave here to talk about anything."

Lian Presse helped Yin Qingyi get off the altar, walked up to Yin Chenglan and carried him on his back, and the group followed the fireworks in Lingjiang to find Su He.

After people left here, Ling Jiang slowly appeared, walked up to the altar with tired steps, looked at the throne with a faint cold smoke, turned around and sat on the steps, and silently looked at the empty palace.

The huge Big Dipper flowed the ever-changing starlight, and the dead Hanxiang snake fell on the ground, covered in white, like a silver satin lying there, the strange medicinal herbs and fairy flowers swayed in the wind, and the mountains, rivers and rivers behind were like A hundred birds twitter.

Ling Jiang bent down and buried his face in his hands, his shoulders seemed to be pressed by something, and he couldn't lift them up.

The forest wind from the vast mountains and rivers blew into the palace, he seemed to be cold and shivered slightly.

"Ah--"

After a long time, he smiled sadly, lay back on the ground, and he could see the crystal clear throne from the side. Lingjiang stretched out his hand to caress, the corners of his eyes and brows were red, and said in a low voice: "You will never bear the heart, And I can never bear it."

A yellow and white bird flew out of the mountains and rivers behind the throne. With its small wings, it jumped onto Lingjiang's shoulder and rubbed against him affectionately. Dislike me."

Following the fireworks of Lingjiang, they walked through the seven passages in the palace and came to a room. The room was still made of ice crystals and was very spacious. There were four dark compartments on the wall, and there was something vaguely inside.

A weak Su He and two equally weak Xuemo warriors were lying on the floor of the room. Yin Qingyi saw it at a glance, and hurriedly ran over to hug Su He.

Yan Chu checked him and found that there was no serious problem. Just like the two of them, half of it was because of hunger, and the other half was bitten by a snake. Fortunately, although the snake is highly poisonous, the onset was very slow. I don’t know if it was because of the temperature. The reason for the cold or something.

The blood of the cold fragrant snake can detoxify the snake. Yan Chu fed them the cold perfume taken from the snake's head, and then left them alone. After looking at those hidden grids for a while, he raised his chin towards the chief executive: "Come here, break open these hidden grids."

Lian Presse sneered at his domineering, why did he order him one by one, but Yan Chu's performance in the palace was so shocking that even though Presse was reluctant, Baba leaned forward and asked, "Did you find out?" What's up?"

Yan Chu pointed to one of the hidden compartments on the wall: "This looks like a book, take it out and have a look."

"What will you write?" Lian Pressing the song was full of interest, and glanced at Yin Chenglan who was sitting silently in the corner of the room: "Could it be related to my master?"

Yan Chu: "Want to know? Go and get it yourself." He stepped aside and waited for him.

Lian Presse had already gained experience with coolies. He used his elbow as a tool to hit the dark space more than a dozen times, creating spider-like cracks on the ice wall, then stepped back a little, and kicked it up.

Thick blocks of ice shattered into the hidden compartment, burying the contents inside, Yan Chu frowned and gave him a look, then stepped forward cautiously, and removed the shards of ice.

The hidden compartment is filled with stone slips, more like a Tianzi stele, ten inches long and wide, very heavy, with many characters engraved on it.

Those characters were ancient characters with extravagant and complex strokes, it was difficult to understand what was written, and after pressing the song for a while, he suddenly shouted: "This is the handwriting of the master."

Yan Chu was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized: "In this way, Lingjiang really did not admit the wrong person."

Lian Presse had already picked up the heavy black stone slip and sent it to Yin Chenglan.

Yin Chenglan looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar handwriting, and shook his head indifferently. Although he was very familiar with the handwriting, he couldn't understand what was written. He hated these handwriting, and felt cruelly fortunate in his heart, as if he didn't recognize them. Words, you can get rid of a little relationship with the people who lived ten thousand years ago.

Finally, under Yan Chu's request, they moved out all the stone slips from the four hidden compartments.

Yan Chu said to Yin Chenglan with a gloomy face: "When Pan Qi was in the underground palace, he devoted himself to studying how to create a world of gods and generals and his own 10 people, so the above records are nothing more than these two things, even if you don't want to admit it anymore. , there is an inseparable destiny in the dark."

Yin Chenglan looked at him without saying a word.

In Yan Chu's eyes, there is a doctor's enthusiasm for exotic herbs: "The blood of the cold fragrant snake is in its head, don't you want to know where the bone that Pan Qi gave to Lingjiang is in his body, or do you say All the bones in his body are."

There were waves rolling in Yin Chenglan's eyes, and he said coldly, "I don't want to know about these two options." He lowered his eyes and saw his pale hands on his lap.

The blood stained by his hands can stain the palace red, and the people he kills can lay corpses in thousands of fields. It is the man who once killed the decisive corpse in the sea of ​​blood, but flinched when faced with severe questions. He He even stretched out his hand to wrap around Yan Chu's neck suddenly, pulled him in front of his face, and whispered in his ear: "I can let you take these things away, but no matter where the bone is, remember, Don't touch Lingjiang, you can't move a single bit of him, if you dare to catch his attention..."

He squinted at Ji Yushan not far away: "I will make you regret it."

Yan Chu's tongue was pressed against his throat, his face turned pale, Yin Chenglan let him go, Yan Chu knelt aside and coughed, and said while coughing: "You are not even afraid of death, are you afraid that he will ruin a few bones?"

Yin Chenglan looked at him coldly.

He coughed twice, wiped the corners of his lips, put away the frenzy in his eyes, turned his head to look at Ji Yushan lying unconscious on the ground, and said hoarsely, "Pavilion Master Yin, I admire you a little at this moment."

They met Lingjiang where they fell.

Ling Jiang looked at the stone slips in their hands, and cast a spell to send them out without saying anything.

It was only after they left the underground palace that they realized that in just three or four days, the severe cold in the world had faded away and the earth had warmed up. The grass was green everywhere and the sky was clear and blue.

It turns out that three or four months have passed in the human world on earth.

They got out of a mountain range, stood on the mountainside and looked towards the plain. Lake Lannar was like a piece of green amber, lying quietly on the wilderness in the north of Xinjiang. Except for them, no one knew the land of peace and harmony under the amber. Hundred thousand rivers of the same color.

Lingjiang destroyed the only exit in front of everyone, and blocked any thought of entering to find out. If there is no exit, entering is death.

Yin Chenglan looked at the young man standing on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back. The howling mountain wind seemed to threaten to wrap him and disappear into the vast and indistinct world. He looked at his back, and a thought was about to come out in his heart.

To seal off the exit, is it to close one's own way, or to close the way of others? ——The suffering in the world, why come again.