There was nothing unusual at night, there was still a bright moon and a sky full of stars, and the time was the same as I knew before. It seemed that the weirdness of this place was only during the day.
In the early morning, everyone got up one after another. Zhuo Cai hasn't slept since Zuoqiu looked for her, and now she has dark circles under her eyes.
Yu Qin rubbed his eyes and asked her: "What's wrong, Xiao Zhuocai, you didn't sleep well last night."
Zhuo Cai said weakly: "Yes, I'm not used to sleeping on the ground, so I didn't fall asleep much."
That's no problem. Anyway, we can go to the village today, so it's not a big deal if we don't sleep well all night.
After getting ready and setting off, Zhuo Cai stayed by Yu Qin's side all the way and didn't dare to leave. Yu Qin is also very happy. Anyway, she has a good impression of Zhuo Cai. This is probably the emotion brought about by seeing someone so similar to what she experienced when she was a child.
The road to Zhuocai Village is really a magical road. The deeper you go into Hangxun Mountain, the more magical you can feel.
As we step deeper into the forest, the number of wild beasts in the forest increases. All kinds of beautiful birds almost crowd the tree crowns. Wild deer are gnawing on the grass everywhere, vines are hanging all over the big trees, and the ground is covered with flowers. The thick layer of soft moss is very comfortable to walk on.
Such a green and vibrant scene really looked like a fairyland on earth, and everyone in the group could not help but admire it silently.
Passing through the lush woods, there is a large open field in the distance. The field is covered with purple long-spiked flowers and there is no end as far as the eye can see.
Thousands of miles of sky, blue clouds and blue sky, letting go of the darkness to see the light again.
Unexpectedly, the moment Zuo Qiuxun saw the purple long-tasseled flower, tears fell uncontrollably.
There are so many flowers in the world, but this one makes Zuo Qiu Xun shed tears.
How many years ago did you have similar memories? Whose heartstrings did it tug at?
Since ancient times, life and death have been so blurry, and no one knows why life and death are so blurry.
The three of them had never seen Zuo Qiuxun lose his composure like this before. He was speechless for a moment, but some unknown sadness grew slightly.
Huang Shan sighed in his heart: "Sure enough, swordsmen in the world always pretend to have a story that no one knows."
Zhuo Cai looked at Zuo Qiuxun's tears in high spirits, as if he was thinking hard about something.
The atmosphere was awkward for a long time before Zhuo Cai broke the silence and said, "We're almost at the village. We'll just pass through this sea of flowers."
Zuo Qiuxun wiped away his tears and walked straight ahead with long strides, his face pale. The four people behind him followed, silently.
The purple long-tasseled flowers were rubbing between their calves, itching, but indescribably soft and comfortable. The air is mixed with a faint bitter fragrance, which makes people unconsciously intoxicated.
Further forward, behind the sea of flowers is an open lake as blue as an eye, sparkling under the light of the sun, reflecting the sky broken by small waves.
The flowers by the lake have changed from purple, but they are now colorful, with a vast expanse of red and green connected to the lake.
Zuo Qiuxun stopped and was speechless.
She had already put a long distance away from the group behind her, and she waited silently.
Zhuo Cai ran up, pointed to the other side of the lake, and said, "The village is right there. They will entertain my good sister."
Zuo Qiuxun glanced at her, did not answer, and walked quickly along the lake shore. Zhuo Cai looked at her back and did not chase her.
Xu Huaigu was a little stunned. Seeing Yu Qin's face full of worry about Zuo Qiuxun, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Zuo Qiuxun is a very complicated person, at least among their group, no one can see her clearly. Not to mention Yu Qin, Xu Huaigu also had no idea of her origins. Zuo Qiuxun never told them this.
Assassinations of officials in restaurants, and catastrophes in prisons in Xingqing, the sarcasm and ridicule in every word seems to be thoughtful behind no intention. I like to drink good wine, and even more like to persuade others to drink, and finally cry when I see the sea of flowers.
What a charlatan!
What a passionate and ruthless swordsman!
After all, he was worried about her, so Yu Qin took the lead in chasing after her, followed by Huang Shan and Xu Huaigu. Almost forgetting Zhuo Cai, Xu Huaigu turned around, picked her up and ran away, making the little girl giggle for a long time.
...
"It snows in the first ten days of the month of Hangzhou, and you can wade into it as deep as possible.
Spring is warm, flowers are blooming, and the lake and sky are reflected.
The daily interest rate is disordered, which is a loss of state. "
Gently closing the ancient parchment scroll, he didn't even dare to shake off the dust over the years for fear of damaging the precious pages.
Shi Cheng looked at this strange scroll with mixed emotions and had many thoughts.
Three years ago, he and a group of brothers heard the legends floating around in the village and came to the misty Hangxun Mountain to look for the legendary lost place.
Relying on a small sheepskin scroll handed down from their ancestors with some obscure words printed on it, after going through untold hardships and following the guidance from the shadows, they finally arrived at the secret realm of Hangxun.
At that time, everyone was still a low-level wild cultivator in the second and third realms, practicing the same method, which was discovered in a cave. Even so, everyone is very happy and can be a monk who is superior to others.
They finally came to Hangxun Mountain with full confidence and enthusiasm, looking for great opportunities.
Unfortunately, it was obvious that everyone had overestimated their own strength, and the secret realm was really not a place that second- and third-level monks could come into contact with. The villagers were very kind to them, providing them with accommodation, sharing the best food, and even taking them to visit the most sacred things in Lost Land.
Thinking of that item, the man named Shi now sighs, "It's a true miracle." They were all amazed after seeing it, and after some discussion, they were ready to leave. Things of that level were definitely not something they could get involved with.
However, someone got greedy. Soon there was more support and a group of people started planning.
He was timid and did not dare to take risks. He was isolated and cast aside by everyone. On the night of the attack, he took advantage of the chaos and ran away alone, taking the parchment scroll with him.
He kept running, kept running, and he didn't dare to look back. Run through the beautiful blue lake, through the sea of flowers all over the mountains and fields, and then through the lush woods. There was no movement in that direction of the village, just like the mouth of a monster, silently swallowing up all his brothers.
He didn't dare go back, so he lost all his brothers.
He began to wander the world alone.
At first, he forced himself to believe that his brothers' deaths were due to their own greed and had nothing to do with him. But slowly, the guilt in his heart became heavier and heavier. He seemed to be able to hear the souls of those people screaming: "It was you...Shi Cheng, you took away the scroll and our last way to survive!"
Guilt slowly turned into fear, then despair, and he no longer had the urge to wander. In the end, even the thought of living died in him.
He knew that retribution was coming, and everyone who broke into Hangxun Mountain at that time would not be able to escape, and they would all die. He ran away from the situation, but still couldn't escape the retribution he deserved.
He will come back eventually. At that time, just let yourself die too. There will be nothing left to miss in this world.
He put the scroll into his chest and put it away carefully. This is his deepest secret, and even the two uncles and nephews from the Tianhe Sect in Middle-earth don't know about it.
Shi Cheng made this deal with them this time because he was determined to die. As for why he wanted to bring those two immortals with him, Shi Cheng himself didn't know.
An urging voice came from my ears: "Shi Cheng, are you okay? Hurry up and get on the road!"
Shi Cheng calmed down and replied loudly: "Okay, here we go! We have entered the Hangxun Secret Realm. It's not far away. We can see the village tonight!"
The handsome man Hua Shan smiled and said: "Phoenix corpse, I have never seen this before, and I don't know what kind of magic it is?"
The short swordsman said: "You'll know it when you see it."
...
The group of people followed Zuo Qiuxun as they approached the village, seemingly to verify what Zhuo Cai said. Several hours had passed, and the sun still seemed to be rising, far from directly overhead.
Reed swamps as high as a person's height began to appear beside the lake, blocking people's sight, as if they were entering a sea of reeds. A gust of breeze blew by, and everyone bowed their bodies, creating a spectacular scene.
A path appeared among the reeds. As we followed the path, the reeds became increasingly scarce, and we could vaguely see the fields not far away.
After walking dozens of steps, I suddenly became enlightened.
Green seedlings are neatly arranged in the field, and someone is cultivating them. The fields are intertwined with small ridges, and houses are randomly scattered among the rice fields. Some people have trees and smoke from cooking.
Zhuo Cai was in a good mood, took a deep breath, and shouted: "I, Zhuo Cai, am back alive!"
No one responded, and she ran forward lively, just like the sunshine in spring.
Everyone was affected by her emotions and were in a good mood. Except for Zuo Qiuxun, one person was still absent-minded and walked forward aimlessly.
Zhuo Cai soon arrived at the field and greeted the busy people affectionately.
"Uncle Li, have your nest of chickens hatched?"
"Hey, Zhuo Cai, you're finally back! Mr. Zhuo has been looking for you for several days!"
The answer was not what was asked, and no one seemed to care.
Continuing walking, there were more and more acquaintances on the road. Zhuo Cai dealt with them one by one. It seemed that everyone liked her.
But what Xu Huaigu cares about is not Zhuocai, but a strange black tower in the center of the village, which is particularly eye-catching.
The tower has five floors, covering a huge area and is magnificent. Compared with the surrounding small villages, it is very conspicuous.
This five-story black tower is made of an unknown black stone. There are no complicated and beautiful decorations. It is just a pile of stones, which looks simple and elegant. The strangest thing is that this tower seems to be "upside down".
The first floor is like a spire, with only a small piece of land. The second floor extends to the surroundings based on the first floor, and the area increases, and the same goes up. Up to the fifth floor, it is half the size of a village, which is particularly abrupt.
Seeing the tall tower, Zhuo Cai walked even faster, eager to get there immediately.
She turned her head and said with pride: "Did you see that? That high tower is the place where we communicate with God in our village, and it is also where my grandfather lives."
Everyone was confused by this weird tower. This tower looked abnormal, but there were actually people living in it?
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
There really is a demon.
