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The top of Zhanbie Peak was still shrouded in clouds and mist as usual.

Shen Ge stretched out his hand, and lifted the man next to him whose eyes were bright with excitement from Zhu Xian.

"Is Huolilian here?"

The man nodded, his eyes lingered excitedly on Zhu Xian for a while, and said: "The book says it's right, the bamboo in the water, the plum in the wood, and the snowy lily are all placed in their original places——now Only Huolilian at the bottom of Zhanbie Peak is left."

Originally, the plot in the book required Shen Ge to search hard for more than 100 years to integrate the four things, but now that there is a man of destiny who knows the plot, the process is naturally much easier.

At the beginning, Shen Ge just asked without hope, but unexpectedly, the eyes of those children of destiny were all bright, and they struggled to tell him the location of the rare treasures of that day.

Shuilizhu is in the East China Sea, Mulimei is locked in a box in a ruined temple, and Xuelilan is occupied by the shadow of candles, hiding in the ancient land.

Now there is only Lian Weicho, who is under the miasma, left.

Shen Ge took Zhu Xian back to his side, waited and watched on the peak for a while, and then went down with the sword.

As he was leaving, he glanced back at the man, threw a mustard ring to him, and said, "It contains the Linglong Umbrella and the Gale Talisman you wanted... If I don't return in three days, you will crush the Gale Tale. Let's go back."

The man responded with a smile, took the ring carefully, touched and touched it like a natal magic weapon, and said casually: "Don't worry, you are the hero of this article. If you die, the world will collapse. You won't die."

After finishing speaking, he opened the ring and began to study it like a treasure.

"..."

Shen Ge was silent for a moment, turned around and recalled the formula, and rushed down without looking back.

There are gloomy clouds at the foot of the peak, and if you inhale it, you will be in a trance and lose your mind. In addition, there are strange beasts appearing from time to time, so Shen Ge walked with extra care along the way.

There seemed to be a faint light flickering in the distance, and he couldn't help being refreshed, and he explored it step by step.

Five days later.

On the Zhanbie Peak, the man who was knocking on the Linglong Umbrella paused, and saw a purple light flying towards him without any surprise. Shen Ge staggered and broke the spell and came out.

He was in a particularly embarrassing trip, most of his body was splashed with blood, his spiritual power was on the verge of collapse, and he sat on the ground to adjust his breath as soon as he landed.

The man didn't want to disturb him, and after looking at him for a while, he threw a charm from the ring with great pain, and turned back to study the Linglong Umbrella.

It took another three days before Shen Ge opened his eyes and took him back to Chaomuyuan where Liu Zhuoguang was.

Many monks with solemn expressions had already gathered in the courtyard. When they saw Shen Ge, they bent down and saluted solemnly.

The man behind him was taken aback by the battle, and he muttered about "feudal superstition", but Shen Ge didn't have time to pay attention to him, and walked straight into the formation he had set up as soon as he landed.

In the formation, the body made of thousand-year-old lotus root essence has been nourished by the spirit, and it seems to be reborn.

Bamboo in water, plum in wood, sherry orchid, lotus in fire.

He closed his eyes, feeling a sense of exhaustion in vain, caressing the man's face stupidly.

five years.

After a while, that person could stand in front of him alive, looking at him heartlessly and smiling.

Touching the cold skin made of lotus root, Chen Ge hooked the corner of his mouth, leaned down, and pressed a kiss on his lips.

Wait for me again, Liu Zhuoguang.

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Three days later.

Shen Ge activated the magic formula, and the divine light shot up into the sky.

The four treasures gradually merged with the lotus roots under the impact of the Dharma light, the wind blew the flags on the formation, and the purple light in the formation was full of purple light for a while, Shen Ge was in it, and he couldn't see it.

He felt that the magic circle was continuously absorbing his spiritual power, but he didn't dare to let go, so he had to grit his teeth tightly and hold on tightly without letting go.

The sense of obscurity gradually spread from all limbs, Shen Ge only felt that his consciousness gradually became blurred, and his eyelids slowly sank.

I don't know how long it has been.

The surroundings finally fell silent.

Shen Ge couldn't hold on any longer, and knelt down exhaustedly.

He heard the man whisper: "I'm back, Shen Ge."

Shen Ge raised the corners of his mouth, and tightly held his outstretched hand.