The girl in Tsing Yi sighed twice, spit out the weed in her mouth, raised her hand and rubbed her head.
The gust of wind just now made her head buzz and she had a headache. Her ears felt like a ball of cotton was blocked, and it was difficult to hear anything.
Fu Zhu took out his cochlea, and finally it became clear and clear. The quiet chirping of cicadas, the chirping of birds and the sound of frogs came to his ears one after another.
There is a swamp at the feet, and moist and green vegetation grows out of the water, covering it, spreading out into a patch of green, with unknown small flowers blooming at intervals.
The brown insect struggled to jump from a round lotus to the shore, and finally disappeared into the grass.
Fu Zhu looked at the surrounding environment. It looked like a lively scene, full of energy, but she didn't know where she had been blown to and where she was going to find San Qing.
The path underfoot was difficult to walk, with dense grass and tangled vines, but Fu Zhu was not willing to use his sword as a hiking stick. He picked up a round and straight wooden stick to test the reality.
With a thud, the wooden stick hit the vine stone wall, and there was no way ahead.
Fu Zhu had no choice but to turn around and walk to the other side, still using a wooden stick to explore the way, but in vain.
She seemed to hear the faint sound of running water.
Fu Zhu drew his sword and cut off the lush green vines in front of him. A cave appeared in front of him, with a thin stream of water hanging down from the entrance of the cave, like a string of pearls.
The cave is extremely secretive. The entire cliff is intertwined with vines and various green vines, blocking the cave entrance.
Fu Zhu stepped on the low stones at the entrance of the cave and climbed up. As soon as he entered, he was greeted by a cool feeling. The shadow in front of his eyes gave him a strong contrast with the brilliant world outside.
But it's normal. It's relatively cool in the cave, not to mention there are so many green vine leaves blocking it.
Fu Zhu tilted his head and looked outside, then withdrew his gaze and observed the cave scene he accidentally discovered.
The cave is not very spacious. The stone walls are covered with moss, and there are two curved leaves of water plants growing in the corners.
A narrow ravine winds along the corner of the wall and goes deeper into the cave. The water flowing from the entrance of the cave is dripping in the ravine. The accumulated water hits the entrance of the cave and pours back.
Fu Zhu placed the wooden stick at the entrance of the cave and walked inside.
She didn't know how long she had been walking, and she hadn't reached the end yet. Could it be that the cave led directly to the other side of the stone wall?
It was getting darker and darker before her eyes, so the girl in green took out her ram's horn palace lantern, and the cave suddenly lit up.
The ravine was still extending, but it bypassed a small pool, the size of two palms, but Fu Zhu's eyes suddenly lit up.
Raise the sword spirit spring!
There is actually a sword-raising spring here!
The corners of Fu Zhu's lips rose slightly, and he was in a very good mood. He untied Shuang Xue Ming from his waist and put it aside. By the way, I took advantage of this time to look at the cave while holding the palace lantern.
In fact, there is nothing interesting to see, but Fu Zhu just wants to wander around and kill time.
A faint light emerged from the stone wall and passed by in a flash. When you looked at it carefully, it seemed that it had never appeared.
"Huh?" Fu Zhu blinked, approached the stone wall, and touched the place where the dim light appeared just now. It was a little uneven. If he touched it carefully, it looked like some kind of complicated runes.
The palace lantern was pressed against the stone wall, and the talisman beads could clearly see the carvings on the wall, but some were covered by moss. The moss was wiped off with the pads of thumbs to reveal the complete appearance of the runes.
Fu Zhu subconsciously wanted to find paper and pen to draw it, but the runes were too complicated. She was a little dazzled when she looked at them, and she drew them wrongly several times.
If Senior Sister Tianyue was here, she would definitely be able to reproduce it perfectly. The girl was slightly discouraged.
He raised his hand to copy the runes. There were some incised parts and some engraved parts. They were uneven and a little bit irritating to the hand.
Fu Zhu took a breath, cheered up, and determined to draw a few more times. He looked down at the white paper and suddenly had an idea.
If she can't draw well, why not just print one?
The girl raised a smile, found cinnabar from the storage bag, mixed it with water, and smeared it all over the rune. She straightened it with paper and covered it with paper. She felt that the cinnabar was almost imprinted, so she took off the delicate white paper and compared it. Once upon a time, I was extremely satisfied.
"But what was that dim light just now?" Fu Zhu whispered.
The runes on the stone wall are stained with cinnabar and are very conspicuous.
The talisman bead was thinking about whether to wipe it off, so she raised her hand and wiped a corner of the rune. Her eyesight went dark, a feeling of dizziness surged out of her mind, and her heart palpitated inexplicably. Then, she appeared in a dark stone room. inside.
Buzz.
A sword shook.
Fu Zhu calmed down and found that Shuang Xueming, who had been soaking in the sword-raising spring pool, had also followed.
The inexplicable palpitations seemed like an illusion.
The talisman beads light up the lamp and illuminate the stone chamber.
There is only a stone bed in the closed space with a faint yellow jade pillow.
For some reason, Fu Zhu's first reaction was to think of the Huang Liang Zhen mentioned by Meng Xuezhou.
So she lay down on the stone bed, pillowed on the jade pillow, and fell asleep peacefully. She would try first to see if it was the Huangliang Pillow. If it was, bring her over when she finds Sanqing.
Shuang Xueming leaned on the edge of the stone bed, guarding the girl in green.
The dim light gradually became brighter, just like coming from a claustrophobic cave to the world of March sun, and the world became clear.
Fu Zhu looked at the "Shuang Xue Ming" in his hand. Whether it was the weight or the sword's light, they were all familiar and the same, and he smiled.
She waved a sword tentatively, and the sword energy shot straight into the blue sky. Looking up, the white clouds were slightly startled, and they rowed back.
Fu Zhu stretched his body, danced the long sword, turned and swung his arms, rotated his wrist slightly, and picked a sword flower. He felt that it was not interesting, so he returned to the same step and put away the long sword.
What is the difference between practicing swordplay in a dream and practicing swordplay directly with her?
Fu Zhu pulled away and wanted to leave the Huangliang world, but a surprised voice came from his ears: "Huh? Are you leaving so soon?"
That voice sounded very young, lazy, careless, and full of loneliness, "It's not easy for someone to come to Huangliang World, and they have to leave before even saying a few words."
“Isn’t practicing swordplay in a dream worthy of being flocked to?”
"Everyone else wants to dream for three thousand years and master swordsmanship in their sleep. Why are you so eager to leave?"
"I've never seen the sword technique just now. It's really strange."
The man spoke a long series of words, and Fu Zhu looked up at the place where the sound came from. From the clouds, a brilliant purple poured down.
It's like a purple wisteria swaying gently.
Extremely beautiful.
A sentence came to Fu Zhu's mind: Wisteria hangs cloud trees, and flowers and vines are suitable for spring.
However, this "wisteria" is not hung with cloud wood, but with real white clouds.
The man held his chin and looked lazily at the girl in green under the clouds. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. Is there something wrong with his clothes?
Why is she looking at herself like this?
The man lowered his head and hurriedly arranged his clothes. Fu Zhu felt that the wisteria flowers were swaying even more beautifully.
Concentrating her mind, the girl's eyelashes trembled slightly. Remembering the man's previous words, she couldn't help but ask: "Are there very few people who have come to Huangliang World?"
The man on the cloud stopped and said, "Of course there are very few. Not everyone can enter this yellow world of mine."
Fu Zhu blinked twice and said very bluntly, "Didn't you hide this yellow beam pillow too tightly?"
Wisteria was suddenly stunned.
(End of chapter)
