The poem says: The wind curtain moves, the ink shadows of the setting sun and the water shadows. A trace of love and sorrow, the pond secretly changes its fragrance.
Above the pavilion, Uncle Feng's eyes shone with a faint light. He glanced vaguely at the charming lotus in the ink pond in the distance.
There was even a moment when he wanted to risk his own life and pounce on the three ink lotus flowers to pick those charming flowers.
But reason told him, no! The old man of the Mo family has repeatedly warned that no one from the Mo family, no matter who they are, is allowed to enter the Mochi to pick ink lotus without the consent of the old man.
Even though the old man is not in the Mo family now, no one dares to break this rule. Uncle Feng, a person in the realm of a young dragon master, didn't know that those three charming ink lotuses were full of dangers.
One look at the extremely charming green, the agility that makes people willing to die for it, while their hearts are trembling, they are also occupied by fear.
He didn't believe that Long Xing could come out of the ink pond alive, and he didn't dare to expect that he could bring back the lotus in the ink pond. This is something he has never encountered in the Mo family for twenty years.
The fear that remained in his heart was still the scene of the eldest young master Mo Hui, who went crazy and lost all his vitality and fell on the pavilion.
When Uncle Feng had doubts, half an hour was coming soon. The only thing that moved him in the calm ink pool was that one of the ink-colored lotus flowers suddenly disappeared at an unknowing moment.
The other two swaying ink lotuses were also swaying frequently, as if they were summoning something. Uncle Feng's old face twitched, this situation was a bit abnormal.
Uncle Feng turned his head and looked outside the pavilion. The clan members who were watching were discussing in low voices. Everyone was impatient to wait. Especially Leng Aoshuang, who was jumping to her feet and mumbling non-stop. If her uncle hadn't stopped her, she would have really wanted to jump down and have a look.
At this time, Mo Yingying was standing dignified and straight, and the wind in the Mochi was pulling her skirt wantonly. There was anxiety in her cold eyes. She is like a phoenix among the chickens, looking aloof and cool, unusual.
In the group of Mo family members behind her, except for Mo Tianling, who had a slight affection for her, almost none of the other members approved of her marriage to Long Xing.
Leng Xianshu wished that Long Xing would sink to the bottom of the pool and never come up again. She had the same thought as her nephew Leng Aoshuang.
The many clansmen behind Mo Yingying seemed empty. Only his seemingly calm eyes firmly believed in his heart that Long Xing would return safely.
Mu Ran, there was movement in the pool, and a black lotus emerged from the pool and floated towards the pavilion. Uncle Feng on the pavilion moved his old face and looked around in panic.
If you look closely, you will see that it is indeed an ink-colored lotus flower. It reveals the ink-colored spiritual power and makes people dare not look directly at it. As the ink lotus approaches, the two ink lotuses in the distance seem to be waving frequently.
The ink lotus approaching the pavilion gradually stretched out of the water, and a fat rhizome rushed towards the pavilion with a monstrous momentum.
Uncle Feng was startled and hurriedly backed away, and in the vacant position, a figure slowly appeared.
"Long Xing!"
The first person to shout was Mo Yingying, who was approaching the pavilion. At this time, her eyes widened and she looked unblinkingly at the familiar and resolute face under the ink-colored lotus flowers.
Uncle Feng's eyes were confused by the mist of the pool water, and he took off the sleeves that covered his head and face. When he saw Long Xing appearing on the pavilion, he also showed a surprised look.
"Okay! Just in half an hour, you actually picked the ink lotus. Is this really the ink lotus in the ink pond?"
Uncle Feng said with some emotion.
"Thank you for your honor. Please check it again."
After Long Xing appeared, he saw Mo Yingying's worry in his eyes and faced Uncle Feng in front of him, sending the Mo Lotus in his palm to him.
A wave of extremely rich energy appeared in front of Uncle Feng with a pressure. Uncle Feng, who was about to reach out, hurriedly took a few steps back.
"As long as you pick it, you can take it first and follow me to the Mo family ancestral hall later, and put it in the ink box that the old man told you. I am sure that what you picked is the ink lotus in the pond."
Feeling the pressure of the ink-colored lotus, Uncle Feng said hurriedly.
"Uncle Feng, can I pass this third test?"
Long Xing asked, holding the ink lotus in his hand high so that the tribesmen outside the pavilion could see it clearly.
Just as Uncle Feng opened his mouth to announce the result, a high-pitched voice came from outside the pavilion: "Wait a minute! These rotten grass roots and flowers obtained from the mud at the bottom of the water dare to pretend to be Mo Lian. We all think we are fools. .”
Leng Aoshuang was far away. Although she saw the ink-colored lotus raised in Long Xing's hand, she still objected.
In fact, Leng Aoshuang knew very well that after Long Xing appeared, his wish was shattered. I was very annoyed. Since this guy didn't die in the Mochi, he couldn't easily recognize his status as the grandson-in-law of the Mo family.
In this way, his plan was ruined. He was trying to draw water from a bamboo basket, and he couldn't make it easy for this kid no matter what.
He winked at the man in black behind him and stepped forward to interrupt Uncle Feng to announce the result.
The tribesmen around him are not fools, and by saying this, he really makes everyone think they are fools. Everyone could see that the ink-colored lotus floating in front of Long Xing was full of vitality and rich spiritual power, as if a beautiful face was hovering above Long Xing's head.
When all the clan members were attracted by Leng Aoshuang's critical words, the man in black behind him quietly approached the pavilion.
A thin wave of spiritual power overflowed from the sleeves of the man in black, and his dark eyes shone brightly. An invisible wave of energy shot directly towards Long Xing's chest.
This wave of energy was so quiet that no one outside the noisy pavilion noticed it. The wave of spiritual power was in the shape of a sharp cone, with dark ripples that were difficult to detect with the naked eye.
"Little guy, someone wants to plot against you. He is also an earth-level spiritual power master. It is rare for a spiritual power master to appear in this small Xiaocheng."
The ancient jade spirit's voice sounded in his mind.
"Oh, who is it?"
Long Xing, who was waiting for the answer, was attacked by Leng Aoshuang, and his eyes immediately retracted. When he looked with his purple eyes, the obscure spiritual power wave appeared in front of him, and it reached his chest.
As soon as Niwan Palace moved, the raised Mo Lian shouted to the ground, directly covering the fluctuating spiritual power.
Sudden mental pressure surged out of the ink lotus, and the rotating mental ripples directly shattered the obscure energy wave.
"Huh? He is also a possessor of spiritual power, but he underestimated this kid."
The mental power of the man in black was shattered. Although it was just a small thread of spiritual power, it was still discovered and broken under the premise of a sneak attack.
His heart couldn't help but move.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the illusory spiritual power in front of him slowly condensed into an illusory long needle only as thick as a finger.
This long needle has a solid shape, and is a bit strangely black under the reflection of the water in the ink pond.
