Fairy King's Handbook

The water flowed slowly across the sky, and right next to him, there was a large piece of dream lotus at the bottom of the water, the lotus leaf pavilion was emerald green, and the clearly visible lines on the leaves swayed with the flowing water waves, and there was a faint fragrance floating.

Lingling Lengxiang, fresh and elegant.

Cold fragrance? !

Meng Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, and in front of him was the dark bottom of the lake, the clouds, shadows and skylight refracted on the lake surface, and the dream lilies at the bottom of the water were densely clustered.He sniffed hard, in disbelief.

It really has an unusual taste.

He sat at the bottom of the water, staring at the dark green dream lily in a daze. After a while, he suddenly woke up.

While his spiritual power was circulating, he jumped out of the lake with a light leap.

In front of you is the familiar bamboo forest abode, with willow trees blowing in the cool breeze.Sniff carefully, there is a light breath in the wind.He casually grabbed a leaf from a willow tree by the lake, put it in his mouth and chewed it, it was green and astringent.

Meng Zhen was stunned for a moment, a sudden joy welled up in his heart.His sense of taste and smell came back.

It was only at this moment that he rolled up his sleeves and carefully looked at the lines on his palms and the skin of his arms. He was safe and sound.

Can……

Meng Zhen took a deep breath, the breath in his dantian was full, and the majestic spiritual power circulated all over his body, his mind moved with his heart, and what he drew turned out to be a long and cold sword with a long and narrow body, and a cold light flashed on the sword. Chongming Sword.

Suddenly, an unknown and huge panic swept over, and Meng Zhen could hardly stand still. He put away the Chongming Sword, and the next moment he rose against the wind and went straight to the Ghost God Abyss.

As soon as I arrived at the door, in the endless sea of ​​flowers on the other side, there was a person sitting in a wheelchair, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Xuanyin!" Meng Zhen hurried over.

He couldn't believe it, and stared straight at Xuanyin's legs. At this moment, he was sitting in Xinghuamu's wheelchair, his legs were covered with a thin blanket that wasn't too thick, and the evening sun shone obliquely on his face. His whole body was filled with a warm and weak breath, his complexion was pale, and he could no longer see the cheerful and free-spirited appearance before.Sitting like this in the sea of ​​flaming red flowers blooming recklessly, he is like those sick and weak young men who are dying in the world.

Xuanyin didn't speak, but seeing Meng Zhen coming over, she handed him something.

Meng Zhen took it, and it was the red Misty Rain conch he had given to Yan Chongming!

"He... what about him?" Meng Zhen's voice trembled slightly, he held onto the Misty Rain Conch tightly, a string in his heart collapsed to the extreme, but he struggled to hold on, if it broke, he would probably go crazy.

Without waiting for Xuanyin's answer, Meng Zhen hastily probed for a bit of spiritual power into the Misty Rain Conch, and the memory images in it were all from the past, and they couldn't be more familiar.He hurried forward and stopped at the end of the last paragraph.

There was nothing in the mist, only Yan Chongming's voice that became weaker and weaker could be heard: "Brother Yun, wait for me..."

Nothing else.

Meng Zhen stood there in a daze for a while, before turning around and leaving before Xuanyin could speak.

Rushing to the bank of the Wangchuan River, Meng Zhen poured his blood into the bone flute that was turned back to his left arm and jumped in instantly. Soon he came to the depths of the dark river.

However, the underground magma once crossed the dark river, but now it is as smooth as a mirror, and there is nothing but the faint river of forgetting, the underground magma that coexisted in the depths of the dark river is gone!

He couldn't accept the result, and tried his best to walk in, but it was all in vain.

When he came back again, Meng Zhen was covered in water, lost his mind, and his eyes were red.

"Yan Shanjun fell into the lava underground together with that evildoer, and his soul disappeared and he died. My condolences." Xuanyin looked calm, and slowly turned the wheelchair and walked back.

"He's not dead!" Meng Zhen retorted loudly, but when he saw the Chengying Sword held in Shen Xun's hand, his heart was instantly empty, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"He's not dead...not dead..." Meng Zhen sat paralyzed on the ground, crying loudly.

He didn't want to believe that Yan Chongming had an accident, but the Yingying Sword in Xuanyin's hand had returned to its original owner, and there was a Chongming Sword in his dantian, and he should be the dying person, but now he is full of spiritual power and safe and sound... …

Meng Zhen walked back to Ghosts and Gods in a daze, just as Shen Li and Zhenhun Liu came back from Yanshan Mountain, and Meng Ge and Meng Yong also came to visit.

Meng Zhen's eyes were dark, and he felt dazed when he saw people. Shen Li stopped him and said something, but he didn't listen to him.Holding the red Misty Rain Conch in his hand, he said as he walked, "He took the blue one...he must still be there..."

Shen Li, who was behind him, was worried, worried that his master would be overwhelmed, and was about to comfort him, when Meng Zhen suddenly drew out his Chongming sword, and hurriedly left Guishenyuan.

When passing through the fairy world, the Tiangong was in a state of depression, and everyone was mourning to feast on the tiger and sacrifice himself to save everyone from danger. Meng Zhen was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, so he rushed to the Chaoyang Palace and smashed the white jade room of the Chaoyang Palace with his sword. top.

Before everyone made trouble, he rushed to Yanshan against the wind.

The wind and snow all the way, silent.

The peonies at the foot of the mountain are like haze and cloud brocade, blooming wantonly.The attic behind the snow mountain is looming.Meng Zhen searched everywhere from the moment he went upstairs. He searched Yan Chongming's bedroom and study no less than ten times, searched every corner, but still nothing.The rumored mirror of heaven and earth is not here.

Meng Zhen became more and more anxious, pushed open the window of the dormitory, and shouted several times: "Zhu Yan! Zhu Yan!"

Nothing happened.

"Qingyu! Zhu Yan!" Meng Zhen said one after another, his voice hoarse.

In the past, whenever he came to Yanshan, Zhu Yan would be the first to notice and wait for the opportunity to hide behind the window. When Yan Chongming didn't care a little bit, it would rush to find Meng Zhen.But now, Yanshan Mountain is empty and empty, and there is no movement at all.

The lovebirds and Yan Chongming are connected by heart, and they are mutually inductive.And now, the lovebirds are nowhere to be seen.Meng Zhen looked at the snowflakes outside the window, at a loss as to what to do.

If there is no news of Lovebird, how can he find Yan Chongming?

The Qintai in the back mountain was already covered by heavy snow. Meng Zhenshen walked in the snow with one foot shallow and the other foot shallow. There was a shallow pit in front of him, and he fell into it without paying attention.

The coolness hit, Meng Zhen sat on the ground and covered his face.

After a while, he climbed up from the snow pit and found the stone chamber covered by the heavy snow in the back mountain.While the spiritual power was circulating, Meng Zhen opened the closed door as he brushed off the snow.

In an empty stone room, there is a futon in the middle of the floor for meditation, with cold walls on all sides, and a spiritual light flashes on the innermost wall.

Meng Zhen probed for a bit of spiritual energy, ripples flickered on the empty and deserted wall, and for a moment, a rippling mirror surface appeared on the wall.

The person reflected in the mirror is himself and nothing else.

Yan Chongming once said that Yanshan's Liuhe Chenyuan mirror can go to any place in Liuhe and Bahuang, and can also see the loved one according to the world's fate.

Meng Zhen mobilized spiritual power to pour it on the mirror continuously, and from the beginning to the end, he was the only one reflected.

He can't see anything else, and he can't go anywhere.

This mirror is out of order.

Meng Zhen fell to the ground in a daze, the huge emptiness overwhelmed his consciousness.The last thing that could go to see Yan Chongming was useless.

The phrase "wait for me" in Misty Rain Conch became his refuge in all his bewilderment.

The calendar is 770 years, the eighth day of August.Long Yu got married and remarried the Chiya Goddess of the West Sea, congratulations from all over the world.

Meng Zhen sat in the Chaoyang Palace, finished a pot of wine, and the sky was already bright.

In the spring of the third year, there was a lot of good news in the heavenly world, and the newly born little grandson was the most favored by the heavenly emperor.

Shen Li sat by Yinmeng Lake to learn the new tune for Zhenhun Liu, and was indifferent to this matter.

On July [-]th of the same year, Shen Li succeeded as the Lord of Fengdu, and Tianjun sent congratulatory gifts.

In a clear place in the world, the fragrant wind is soft and soft. In the restaurant facing the street, Meng Zhen and Xuan Yin drank the last glass of wine and made an appointment to meet again someday.

In the shade of the trees under the restaurant, Meng Zhen led the horse, stepped on it lightly, and passed along the street, like a young man in bright clothes and angry horse, walking in the bright spring, with red sleeves swaggering all over the building, Wu Nong soft-spoken and charming Hot ears.

In the 500th year of the calendar, on September [-]th, the new high priest of Qigong Kingdom was worshiped by all people. The priest is a girl who likes to wear red clothes, and a red koi birthmark was born on her cheek, which is impressive. forget.

Jiang Duyun rushed to Qigong Kingdom, saw Qu Xiqiu who was receiving worship in front of him, and searched among the crowd.

He never saw Qu Youchun again, nor did he recite the Yuquan Bingguqin.He and Meng Zhen ran into each other in the crowd, and they drank some wine, talking to each other silently.

The four seasons in the world change alternately, from the yellow sand in the northern part of the desert to the night rain in the southern Xinjiang, the colorful fish swimming in Chuli Island on the coast of the East China Sea, and the mysterious walking marriage bridge built by the Mosuo people in the southwest...

Traveling all over the world, thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains, year after year, the peonies in Yanshan bloom and wither.

Bihaiqingtian, my beloved, why haven't you come back yet?