The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 595 Illusion Mirror
Su Xi: "."

Is it important to transcribe scriptures or the body of the emperor?

Isn't this monk too confused about priority!
Also, isn't it his job to copy scriptures? !Why did Mao want to call her to copy?
Is it as an exchange condition for saving Lingjun City?

She looked down at Wu Huang with a watery complexion, and then glanced at the strange scriptures, and couldn't help but recall the strange feeling she had when transcribing scriptures in this courtyard that day.

After thinking for a while, Su Xi inquired, "Will you save him after I finish copying these?"

Wuhuang didn't make a sound, just looked at her quietly, and passed the pen in his hand towards her again.

Su Xi hesitated for a moment, but she still reached out to take the pen from Wuhuang.

Whoever told her to ask him now, just copy it.

Wuhuang slowly got up and gave up his seat. He didn't leave, but just stood on the side and watched.

Su Xi sat down in front of the short table.

The strange thing is that she has not written yet, but she feels some faintly familiar force forcing her to write down words that she can't understand at all on the paper as quickly as clouds and flowing water.

If those complicated characters were used in normal times, she would have to write each word stroke by stroke for a long time before writing it completely.

Feeling strange in my heart, I couldn't help raising my eyes to look at Wuhuang.

Wu Huang stared directly at the scriptures that were falling down quickly on the paper, he didn't seem surprised, but just watched quietly.

The whole person still has the same fresh and indifferent appearance.

Su Xi felt that if one were to ask the Buddha what he looked like, he would probably look like Wuhuang.

She lowered her head and continued to be forced to transcribe the scriptures, and she didn't care if it was strange or not for the time being.

He only hoped that the copy would be finished soon, and then he would take Wu Huang to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to heal Ling Juncheng's wounds.

However, just when the last word was transcribed, a magical scene appeared.

I saw the scriptures that were originally falling on the paper, flying up from the paper one by one, glowing with golden light, jumping happily in front of her eyes, like little elves with life.

When Su Xi was astonished, those elf-like golden characters suddenly turned into a mirror.

She looked intently, and saw a snow-capped mountain that went straight into the sky appeared in the phantom mirror. The reason why the snow-capped mountain was called a snow-capped mountain was because the whole body was covered with white snow, and no other colors except white could be seen at all.

Just as I was thinking about what the hell this was, I saw an incomparably familiar figure standing in the middle of the snow mountain.

The man is dressed in white and blends with the sky and the earth.

Su Xi's nerves could not help but tense.

The person she saw was Ling Juncheng.

In the severe cold that can be seen at a glance, he shuttled back and forth in the snow-capped mountains in only his single clothes, and seemed to be lost. The forest was as mysterious as a big maze
All of Ling Juncheng's experiences in the forest are clearly presented in that illusion.

Su Xi watched intently without daring to blink, she subconsciously held her breath, for fear of missing a certain moment.

Seeing that his arm was scratched by that huge monster, Su Xi couldn't help but gasped, she covered her mouth tightly so as not to lose her composure and cry out.

It turned out that he was injured like this!
Su Xi suppressed her distress and saw the end, her eyes suddenly turned red.

The man used a bead he had obtained through all kinds of hardships, mixed with his blood and mixed it with water, and swallowed it for her, only then did the poison in her body be detoxified.

The picture in the illusion mirror disappeared after he personally fed her the detoxifying water.

(End of this chapter)