A low-key old story

Regarding the records of Yuranjian, searching all kinds of historical records can only find a few records.Entry and exit often use specific jade objects as a medium, and Xingyunzong broke the rules again by Xingyunzong, which may be the reason why Yuranjian was exposed to the outside world.

"There is no time in Yuranjian." Rong Su took his hand, "If you don't check, the Gu people will live in the torrent of history forever. If you check, the Gu people will no longer exist. Master, have you thought clearly?"

The two of them stood still in front of the forbidden area of ​​the Gu clan. Outside the forbidden area, they could not feel the trace of the wind, and inside the forbidden area, the howling wind howled.

Zhen Jinglan said: "What else do you know?"

"A lot. I inquired about Fusheng and tracked it down all the way."

"Is he Floating Life?"

"I didn't find Fusheng. The master said it should be the second senior brother who went down the mountain to practice -- Mo Lin."

"..." Mu Zishu crumpled the "Character Relationship List" he made in his hand, "I hate it!"

Zhen Jinglan's thoughts were not as chaotic as that of Mu Zishu's. After listening to Rongsu's words, he guessed most of them, so he stopped asking.

"Things that have long since disappeared, what remains is nothing but a mirage." He answered the previous question.

After speaking, he led Rong Su into the forbidden area.

If it is said that there is a paradise outside the forbidden area, within the forbidden area there are only ruins.

Black clouds covered the sun, the ground cracked, sand and rocks rolled in in the wind, and the ravines were filled with the color of blood, and the fishy smell rushed to the face.

The smoke of wolves was everywhere, and everyone wore armor and held shields and spears. All the sounds of fighting, howling, and horns were twisted into a bundle, and they came like a tide.

Zhen Jinglan was used to seeing life and death, but at this moment she felt an indescribable sadness and... fear.

"Little dumb, life and death are at stake, you are still standing there, draw your sword!"

The voice came from behind, Zhen Jinglan turned around, and saw a familiar figure from the back, dressed in coarse cloth, and his body was already covered with paint.The man fended off a black armored soldier who was attacking him, and was accidentally shot by the rain of arrows on his shoulder, and bright red blood trickled out.

What about the sword?

He fumbled around his waist, but found nothing. Where is the sword? !

He was in the middle of the battle between the two armies and looked around blankly.During the battle between the two armies, a large space was left, and there was a faint flash of lightning in the middle of the space. It was a sword, half of which was sunk into the ground.

"Does it look familiar?"

Zhen Jinglan was shaken all over, and stopped walking towards the sword, seeing a lingering scene in front of him.

"What's it like to kill someone for the first time?" A thunderbolt fell on the sword, emitting a dazzling white light.In the blink of an eye, a man who looked exactly like him drew his sword and laughed wildly.

Zhen Jinglan seemed to know what was bound to happen next, and began to feel restless. He could still see...it was the demon after closing his eyes.is an illusion.

The inner demon has been able to create illusions to control him, which is not a good sign.

"You had a chance to get rid of me."

"But without me, you're just a dumb dumb guy who's lost his mind."

"Ruoyan is dead, how do you want to contend with me?"

The heart demon seemed to torture him, and the movement of raising the sword slowed down several times.

……

"Master?" "I won't go, I won't go anywhere." "Okay, I promise you everything."

The moment Zhen Jinglan opened his eyes, he still couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion. Seeing Rong Su's face so close, he stretched out his hand to caress his face, his fingertips were trembling: "Su Xian."

Rong Su gently smoothed the wrinkles between Zhen Jinglan's eyebrows, and said gently: "I am here, I have always been here."

His eyes gradually regained their focus and returned to indifference.Zhen Jinglan withdrew his hand and asked, "How long have I been asleep? Where is this?"

Rong Su saw the alienation in his expression, and let go of him calmly: "Soon, it will only be two hours. If there is no accident, this should be Yeyan Temple."

Rong Su buttoned the little jade horse on the cabinet, the secret door was opened, Zhen Jinglan glanced at him, Rong Su was about to explain, but saw that he had already entered the secret door.

He still remembers...

Don't you want to listen to him even if you have a superfluous word?

There are traps all over the secret passages, and Jinglan is just a mortal in Yuranjian. He never thought that he would hide from traps when he encounters traps.

Fortunately, the people who set up the mechanism can't use spiritual power, and the formation will be invalid.It was very difficult to dodge, but the footsteps did not stop.He found the place with a lot of crutches, and opened the dilapidated cell door.

Rong Su followed behind Zhen Jinglan without saying a word, as if he could pretend that he didn't exist.

It was indeed a dungeon. Hearing the roar of a beast, Zhen Jinglan slowed down.In addition to the withered grass, there were still unknown limbs on the ground. In this dark and cramped place, it was almost impossible to breathe.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment," the speaker grabbed the cell door, gasping for breath before finishing a sentence, his pale lips were chapped due to blood loss, his eye sockets were sunken, and his fingers were bloody and bloody. I don’t know if you can remember this once-in-a-lifetime relationship?”

He pulled his face out from the messy long hair so that Zhen Jinglan could see clearly.

Zhen Jinglan glanced at the heavy iron lock and then looked away: "I don't remember."

"At the source...cough cough..." The man was too urgent, coughed dryly, his breath was like a thread, as if he was about to die soon.

Zhen Jinglan didn't stop walking: "The idiot who will come from behind will let you out."

Rong Su: "..."

Rong Su paused helplessly, dragged the chain, trying to break it.

"Thank you, fellow daoist...you..." The fellow daoist who was even more destitute than a beggar fell to the ground, "You are...you are..."

It's been a long time without saying a fart, Rong Su broke the iron chain and didn't respond.

The current Demon Lord will save the world and save people in the future.

Make a fuss.

In the blink of an eye, there was no trace of Zhen Jinglan.

The inner demon is about to get out of control, Zhen Jinglan must separate from Mu Zishu as soon as possible, otherwise the inner demon will not tolerate him.

The oil lamps along the way were lit up one by one, the secret road was much wider than before, more and more monsters were trapped in the cages, and walking forward, there were neat rows of monsters' internal organs. in the jar.In the brightly lit place, there was a blood-stained alchemy furnace, and the monsters in the cages next to the alchemy furnace were running wildly in the cage, their bodies were stained red with blood, and they refused to stop.

Zhen Jinglan is different from the past, this time when he saw the pill stove, he didn't avoid it habitually, but uncontrollably sticking to the cabinet wall a little closer, he thought he would smell the pill, but he didn't expect it to be fishy and sweet .One by one, they spread into the nasal cavity, arousing the killing intent in Zhen Jinglan's heart, and the inner demon was about to move again.Zhen Jinglan wanted to retreat, but the door behind him was closed at some point.

Hiding in the darkness alone, he smiled fiercely: "Lucky, see what prey I caught? The reincarnation of the sky demon?"

Zhen Jinglan used to be a sky demon, but he was not reincarnated. I'm afraid his luck will be greatly reduced.What's more, the sky demon would not be arrested immediately, if there were no demons to disturb him.

"Just enjoy it slowly here, by the way, those monsters are all prepared for you."

Zhen Jinglan didn't understand that after 3000 years, there are still people who want to attack him in this way.

The people in the darkness made no sound, and Zhen Jinglan didn't even have the chance to adjust his breath to fight against the evil poison.Wait, demon poison!If this is a strange poison, then there must be an antidote within three feet of the strange poison.

Mu Zishu: "Don't think about it, even if there was an antidote, it's probably gone now."

Zhen Jinglan didn't want to stand still and wait for death, but the more aggressive the poison was, the deeper the poison would be.Zhen Jinglan leaned aside, simply fighting against the demons.

Mu Zishu continued to say sarcastic words: "The way of heaven is reincarnation. You see, your breakthrough in the past is like drinking cold water for nothing. Once you lose the protection of heaven, you will make up for it all."

Pillow Jinglan was too disturbed: "You go ahead and shut up quickly."

Mu Zishu must have seen what Zhen Jinglan saw in the dream world, but he didn't say a word, just pretending that he didn't see anything.In fact, the two of them have one thing in common. When they encounter unpleasant things, they will choose to cover them up with other things.Deceive yourself and run around looking for all the things at hand that can keep you busy, even if you know it is a trap, you will step into it recklessly.

Mu Zishu never exposes people's scars, saying that he has a clever and exquisite heart, but it's not inappropriate. For example, now, if he has something to do, he will make things difficult for him, and he doesn't know who owes whom.

Mu Zishu: "Where is this? I just started the opening remarks, and I haven't officially started the comparison yet. Your IT tutor is about to confess to your life navigation trajectory, how dare you not listen!?"

Pillow Jinglan: "..."

So Mu Zishu began his self-analysis: "I think it's pretty fucked up. There's a demon in my heart, and I insist on pulling you together to join in the fun. The fun is here, but it's just not much The heat is about to cool down. Alas, I am ashamed of my eighty-year-old mother. If there is an afterlife..."

I don't know whether it was the sudden mutation of the demon poison or the effect of Mu Zishu's comparison, Zhen Jinglan fell asleep again.

In the dream, I returned to the small village at the beginning...