Wulin Mysteries

The top of Futu Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and the horse gallops all the way. The reeds on both sides of the river live next to the water, swaying with the autumn wind. He walks through the reeds all over the sky. high and low.

This is the place where he has lived for more than ten years. It is as beautiful as it is beautiful, but it is as lifeless as before.

It was so dull that the clouds did not move, the birds flew alone, the trees shed their yellow leaves, the grass withered in the water, it seemed that there was only a thunderstorm, and then the wind and the rain made the world come alive.

He finally smelled the smell of blood. In the water area to the west of Futu Mountain, it must be that the water unicorn has eaten people again.

The scar on his chest has never healed, he tore off the scabs, then bleeds, scabs, and repeats, maybe the soul lock chain is not strong enough to lock people, but the soul lock is foolproof.

"My lord, there is Mount Futu in front of me." Behind him was a group of black long gowns, the leader of which was a scar-faced man who hurried up to him, and opened his mouth cautiously.

With a wave of his hand, a large number of people behind him stopped.

Futu Mountain is a gentle township and a tomb of heroes.Even if he forms an alliance with Tianyijiao, he knows that this trip is not a sure thing.

Because he left the level ahead of time, nine turns of heaven and earth, he has already practiced the last level, only two days away, after two days, no one can stop him, gods block and kill gods, Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.

But he gave up at the last moment.

If you continue, you will probably only be insane.Since entering the customs, Ah Dong has been in a state of mind. The more he practiced, the more clearly a face appeared in his mind.His heart was beating very fast, jumping out of his chest every moment, and it seemed to be pulled by a thread, and when he pulled it, he felt a dull pain.

But he was more worried about the other end of the line, whether the instigator was okay.

The more his heart ached, the more certain he was that Li Su was not good.

Suddenly, the color of the sky and the earth changed, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and the wind and rain were about to come.

"Listen, what's that sound?" the scar-faced man asked the men in black behind him, all of them shook their heads with expressions of horror.

There was a heart-piercing roar in the air, like a roar of a tiger and a dragon's roar, so powerful that many people present felt that their internal organs were about to be shattered, so they had to protect their heart veins immediately.

"It's the water unicorn." A Dong straddled the horse's back. The horse was frightened. His front hoofs were raised upright, and the horse's back fell straight down in an instant. He grabbed the reins, quickly tamed the horse, and looked up again. , On the distant waters, a white light first surged, and gradually sprays scattered from the heights. Everyone saw a golden divine beast leaping in the air, with a lion head, antlers, tiger eyes, elk body, and a dragon. scales, oxtail, this is the water unicorn.

Qilin is originally auspicious, does not harm living beings, and is the king of beasts.But the one raised by Wangchuan Palace had to be fed by living people for some reason.

A Dong jumped off the horse, and the water unicorn plunged into the water immediately, and there was a rushing sound, like heavy rain pouring down.Everyone saw only two antlers floating on the water surface, cutting through the western waters, all the way downstream, and finally came to A Dong.

There was a smile on the corner of A Dong's mouth, and the water unicorn smelled his breath, and suddenly rushed out of the water, shaking its head and tail, making an intimate gesture, like a god's pet he had raised for many years.

Misty Peak is more than a thousand feet high, and the people on the mountain know nothing about the strange situation below.The sky was high and the clouds were clear, Bai Wangchuan was fascinated by the birds with fluttering wings on the tree, Ling Jiuzhong lent him his arm to pillow, and the two of them lay down under the acacia tree with their clothes on.

There was a Albizia julibrissin flower, left its branches and leaves, and fell alone, staggering and covering Bai Wangchuan's forehead. Ling Jiuzhong carefully twisted it open with his hands, but pressed the pink petals to his lips: "Do you still remember 12 years ago, you It’s the same with me, leaning against a tree and talking.”

Bai Wangchuan held the petals in his mouth, there was a little water in his eyes, and when he closed them, they were covered in time: "It's been too long, it's like something in my previous life."

Ling Jiuzhong didn't speak any more, but brushed aside the broken hair on his forehead for him, then got up, shielded himself from the dust, and stretched out his hand to him very naturally, as if he had returned to the time when he was young and energetic.

Bai Wangchuan didn't hesitate, he handed him his hand, and he pulled him up, Ling Jiuzhong clung to his hand and walked towards Yunzong Pavilion.

These days, the two of them had a tacit understanding. When Bai Wangchuan was still Yun Shisan, the only place he could freely enter and exit was the Yunzong Pavilion. There is nowhere else to go.

After reading the secret books there over and over again, Bai Wangchuan didn't shy away from Ling Jiuchong. He thought that he knew himself. Identity means nothing to him.

Not the slightest threat at all.

Every sentence of the Heart Sutra is a burning torture for the inaction obsessed with martial arts; every tease for the castrated person who has turmoil in his heart is a satire of weeping blood.

Entering the courtyard of Yunzong Pavilion, stepping on the wooden stairs, crossing the long corridor, and entering the Sutra Pavilion, the smell of old and mottled paper hits the face.Bai Wangchuan held a book in his hand, and leaned on the small bed to read it quietly.On weekdays, Ling Jiuzhong would watch it with him, or watch him while drinking tea, but today was a bit abnormal.

He spread a piece of high-quality deerskin on the case, took the reverse side, and swiped the brush, cinnabar and thick ink flew together.

After reading a few lines in the book, Bai Wangchuan stole a look at him, saw that he had a somewhat serious expression, sketching a vast landscape, like a dwelling place in a dream, and frowned unconsciously.

Ling Jiuzhong painted very quickly, and when he was done, he had to wash his hands, make a bowl of his favorite soup, eat with him, and then go for a walk in the woods, when the sweet-scented osmanthus blossomed.

The smell made Bai Wangchuan very greedy, Ling Jiuzhong asked all the people in the palace, and finally came up with a recipe for wine making.If Li Su was here, he wouldn't have to be so indomitable, Zuoshi is the best at making wine, and the osmanthus cake is also amazing.

However, it is better to leave, and it will be quiet after leaving.

In the end, I couldn’t help but made love in the pile of books, and the suffocation was so long that the world was pale. They knocked over a whole wall of books, and those lost secret books were scattered, folded into a ball, torn into pieces, gasping, sobbing , bumping, ups and downs, each other was fascinated, Bai Wangchuan's tears trickled down the corner of his eyes, and someone wiped him clean with the back of a rough hand: "You should smile, it looks good when you smile."

If he laughed, he could take his life.