Daoist, I am not fragrant!

In the sun-deep underground, on both sides of the rough corridor, lamps made of black gold stretched coldly forward.

There is almost no wind here, so although the flame in the lamp is extremely small, it doesn't jump at all, it just burns very quietly.

Yinniang knelt in a big cage surrounded by black iron, with a silver gauze dress hanging down her body, and the silver bead necklace on her wrist and waist reflected the light from the lamp, but her originally white forehead was covered with Painted a blood-red spell.

Hu Nuer was also imprisoned by her side, and the city guards seemed to be even more worried about him, and locked him to the stone wall with a pair of long shackles.

Outside the iron cage, there were seven or eight city guards wearing golden armor. They stood motionless around them, seemingly very alert, but their contempt and looseness could not be concealed in their eyes.

They don't think that such a weak beauty is worth guarding.

Yinniang also didn't care about them, she just leaned quietly on Hu Nuer's body, reaching out her hand to caress the shackles on his body again and again.

I don't know how long it took, the city guards guarding the city became more and more light-hearted, but the eyes of Yinniang in the iron cage moved slightly, as if she was looking at the endless darkness deep in the corridor.

A golden thread passed the flames in the lamp, and meandered soundlessly.

Immediately afterwards, another thread, thread, thread... More and more gold threads cling to the stone walls on both sides, as dense as a gold net, covering the entire corridor.

It wasn't until this moment that the city guards who guarded the city noticed anything strange. They were just about to step forward to check with the torches, but it was too late, the golden threads suddenly jumped up and went straight to their throats.

At this critical moment, a silver thread shot out from Yinniang's fingers, pulling back those city guards in the blink of an eye.But because of this, the red curse mark on her forehead burst into a gloomy light, and the pain that penetrated into her skull forced Yin Niang to retreat and fell to the dirty ground.

In the depths of the passageway, a woman in a golden dress came lightly stepping on the golden thread, and the gemstones around her body stirred each other, making a sound like a chuckle.

With a wave of her hand, strands of gold thread smashed the city defenses against the wall, and the remaining silver thread was also smashed to pieces.

"Unexpectedly, you are so embarrassed."

She walked up to the dark iron cage, reached out and lifted Yinniang's face from the ground, and looked at this face that was exactly the same as hers with satisfaction, distorted by the pain, stained with humble dust.

But she was so careful, she caressed Yinniang's eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips, and her voice seemed to be extremely obsessed: "You two sisters are both mine and mine..."

Yinniang broke away from her hand in disgust, but she pulled her back again: "Why are you so reluctant? Is there anything wrong with being my true love like your sister?"

"When the old capital was destroyed, the person Jin Niang wanted to see most was you! You have been separated for so long, do you really not want to be with her forever?"

Yinniang seemed to have been persuaded, she stopped struggling, and raised her head to look at the face of "Jinniang" who was close at hand. At first, her eyes were tenderly nostalgic, but after a while, she became as ruthless as a cold moon: "I Of course I want to be with her forever...but I don't want to see you again!"

As soon as her words fell, "Jinniang" suddenly felt ominous, and subconsciously turned around to look around, but a wooden sword with a cold light flowed straight to her eyebrows.

Jin Niang was shocked, and quickly drew the golden thread with her fingers to fight with the wooden sword. She leaned against the cage and hid to the side, and quickly controlled the city defense that she had left behind.

The golden thread pierced through their bodies in an instant, dripping blood splashed on the golden armor, and then slowly flowed down.

The Taoist priest in green robes was like a shadow, he stepped forward from the corridor, cursed with two fingers, and the wooden sword followed closely behind him, the cold sword energy was so sharp that it cut off most of the golden thread on the body of the city defense.

But Jin Niang held on tightly to the remaining ones, controlled the two city guards, and kept blocking her.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt a tightness on her wrist, and when she looked sideways, it was actually a string of jade beads wrapped around it, restraining her movements.

"Golden Lady" was forced to this point, turned around and glared, but only heard Zhong Tang smile lightly: "How, the feeling of being restrained by others, isn't it good?"

"Golden Niang" didn't have time to answer, so she hurriedly led the golden thread to her left hand, trying to control the city defenses again, but Li Bizhi had already arrived with his sword, and cut off the golden thread again, and was about to attack. To the front of "Golden Lady".

But Jinniang suddenly laughed, and simply withdrew the gold thread in her hand, ignoring Zhongtang Yuzhu's pull, and slammed into Li Bizhi's wooden sword head-on, looking back at Yinniang in the iron cage proudly.

"Don't hurt her!" Yinniang yelled, the silver thread bursting out of her body pierced through the black iron cage, and she leaned over and flew away.

And Zhong Tang also grabbed the jade bead in his hand vigorously, trying to pull the body of "Jinniang" back.

In the blink of an eye, Li Bizhi had already withdrawn the wooden sword, but the "Jinniang" who finally found the opportunity to escape found that her body could not move at all, and there was only a golden light left in front of her eyes.

Zhong Tang, who was closest to her, was also enveloped by the golden light, and the jade bead string binding the "Golden Lady" in his hand seemed to be attracted by some force, dragging his whole body forward.

Seeing that his body was about to be engulfed by the golden light, Li Bizhi suddenly borrowed strength from the surrounding stone walls, jumped up and grabbed Zhong Tang's hand, and was immediately drawn into the golden light together with him and Yinniang. middle……

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"The night of the Red Mansion is melancholy, the incense lamp is half-rolled with a tassel tent. The waning moon goes out..."[1]

Faintly, there is the sound of pipa and dulcimer playing in the ears, and the spring songs are melodious like Yingying, as if immersed in endless tenderness.

Li Bizhi opened his eyes, but saw that in front of him was no longer a dark and cold city defense cell, but an exquisite and gorgeous pavilion crowded with people.Everywhere you look, there are festive lanterns and fragrant dresses, and there are no places where there are flowers, and no places are extravagant and happy.

Li Bizhi frowned, guessing in his heart that this place was not reality, but was brought into a fantasy by the golden light, so he walked away without hesitation, and began to look for Zhong Tang's identity in the crowd figure.

"Come on, come on—" The woman dressed in colorful clothes, who looked like a butterfly, walked past Li Bizhi with a smile, followed by a man who was laughing with her. It was said that everything seemed unreal, like a dream but not a dream.

In the middle of the pavilion, on the small platform made of peony tiles, the singer playing the pipa is still singing, but Li Bizhi can only vaguely hear the unfeasible words: "...the golden emerald thread, the yellow warbler on the string Advise me to go home early..."

The steps under his feet stopped, and when his thoughts were moving, he saw red clothes flowing down the railing of the flower ladder in front of him like spring water, and then a wine cup dyed in beige color was thrown towards him.

Li Bizhi stepped forward, but instead of catching the wine cup, he caught the person who jumped down from the railing—

Zhong Tang raised the corners of his lips, hugged Li Bizhi's neck with both hands, and followed the movement of his just now, revealing a little of his chest loosely, but he didn't care much about raising his eyes and said: "I didn't expect the Taoist priest to patronize this place." A romantic place, but you come to listen to Xiaosheng playing music?"

Before he finished speaking, Li Bizhi's hand had already landed on his neckline, and he closed the loose skirt again, covering the leaking scene, with a surprisingly strong force.

Zhong Tang tilted his head and leaned against Li Bizhi's arms, teasing him even more: "It's really warm here, you don't have to tie up your clothes so tightly... I can see that the Taoist priest's face is a little red, and it seems to be hot." Yes, why don't I come and loosen it for Dao Chang?"

As he spoke, his jade-colored fingers slid onto Li Bizhi's neckline, trying to untie it deeply and shallowly.

"Zhong Tang." The extremely severe words came out of Li Bizhi's mouth. Zhong Tang couldn't help but shivered, and withdrew his hand that was still in trouble just now, and hugged Li Bizhi obediently. avoid the neck.

"Master Daoist, I've been thinking about it, let's get down to business first." Zhong Tang blinked his eyes, pretending to be very serious as if he hadn't done anything just now.

Li Bizhi looked at him coldly, but in the end he didn't put Zhong Tang down, he held the person in his arms firmly, and continued to walk forward.

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[1] From Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man"

Originally, a certain duck went to work today to catch fish and wrote more than 1000 words. I thought I could update it earlier in the evening.

Only when I got home did I find that the document was left on the office computer and I forgot to copy it back...