Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Cang Yuyu is curious, but Lin Sansheng has already left.

Watching them leave, Yan Lengyu stood alone in the yard for a long time, and spit out a long breath.

There are so many things in her heart.

In her, in just a few months, there have been too many experiences that ordinary people can never imagine. The ups and downs, the ups and downs from heaven to hell, I don’t know how many times I’ve been desperate, and finally I’ve come over. These are terrible and bizarre. The experience, polished her mind, but also let her believe in fate, will not go to luxury more.

It is a miracle for her to be able to leave the magic cave of Tianshan Mountain and escape from the control of Houqing.

Under the beautiful and moving appearance, no one is stronger than her heart. This strong growth makes her able to face everything without tolerance.

Standing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard for a long time, she walked toward the room. When she passed by the corridor, she swept her eye and saw the closed door opposite. Suddenly think of the shackles before Lin Sansheng, here should be the East wing room, who is inside?

Driven by curiosity, Yan Lengyu walked over and gently pushed the door.

The door was unlocked, and it was pushed away. She saw a girl sitting on the bed with a bronze mirror in her hand. She was looking at the mirror and looking at the eyebrows. She heard the movement and turned her face to look at her. alert.

"Hey?"

Yan Lengyu was not familiar with her. She only saw one or two faces, but she heard Ye Shaoyang tell the story between her and Lin Sansheng.

The nephew barely smiled a little, and he said hello, and continued to trace his eyebrows.

I was puzzled by the cold heart, but I closed the door and went back to my room.

From this day on, Xiao Lengyu lived in this hidden sage. Every few hours, the wind would drink blood. Fortunately, it was very little to drink. She is a spiritual state here. She doesn't have to eat every day (the creatures here don't have to eat). Every day, Lin Sansheng's disciples send some Xianlu, which is made from grass and fruit. Drinking can improve the cultivation.

However, I still have to sleep when I sleep. At the beginning, it’s not convenient to let the wind and cold in a room. After all, men and women are different. Fortunately, the wind will not move, and it will rarely speak. Blood and talking to him, usually with a piece of red silk cloth to cover the whole, it is not inconvenient.

There are many scriptures in the Yinxian view, which are all left by Guangzong Tianshi. There are also several volumes of his own experience about Taoist cultivation. He studied coldly and boring every day, and the harvest is really quite a lot.

In his spare time, Yan Lengyu summoned a few disciples who came to the Yinxian Temple to come and talk to them about spiritual practice. They are more about human affairs. Although they have always accepted human education, they have never stayed in the world. Everything is very curious in the world, and it’s quite interesting to tell them the story.

These disciples came to listen every day, and they were very respectful to her, and she was called a teacher.

Therefore, although the cold jade has been very dull every day, but it is very bleak and full, she chats with the wind, saying that in the future, Ye Shaoyang is tired of the world, they are hiding here, and this kind of the most dull life is also a failure. Kind of happiness.

The road is always silent.

On this day, when Leng Lengyu slept, she woke up in the middle, and it was dark all around. She heard the huge sound from the outside with the waves slamming the reef, and she was puzzled and walked behind the door, opening the door. In an instant, she was shocked:

Outside the door, it is not the courtyard of the Zhongguan, but a mountain. It is very tall. There are several streams of dark red liquid flowing from the top of the mountain. It is surrounded by a thick **** smell and let her Realize that this dark red liquid is blood.

This scene... seems to have seen it?

In the cold and jade, with a trace of familiarity, I looked at my feet, and at the foot was a pool of blood that could not be seen, and I stood on a raised stone. Hit under the feet, blood bubbles splash, very scary.

This is where?

Yan Lengyu suddenly turned his head, and the wing room and the Daxiong Hall were gone. Instead, it was a piece of the jungle that could not see the head.

Dark forest? !

In the cold heart, I trembled fiercely, no, how could I be here! What about the Taoist style? Are they all drowned by blood?

In the midst of fear, a voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Are you back?"

Yan Lengyu suddenly turned back and saw the familiar face, Hou Qing... He wore the T-shirt and jeans he bought for him, and put his hands in his pocket, looking at himself with a smile.

Yan Lengyu hurried back, not thinking about slipping, stepping on the blood, and had to stand and look at Houqing.

"You are back." Hou Qing said again, and opened her arms. "Lengyu, you don't know how much I miss you, do you miss me?"

Yan Lengyu slowly shook his head and shuddered. "No, I am clearly in the wild world, how could I come here, everything is an illusion..."

"Cold jade, you are always by my side, you are bleeding in the body of the minister, no matter where you go, I will find you."

"No, it's impossible!" The cold jade rushed to him and yelled.

Hou Qing was not in a hurry, still smiling slightly, said: "You are now wearing a foot in the blood, is it very comfortable, very kind, this is the blood of the minister, the same as your body, you, heart Feel it."

Yan Lengyu’s heart was shocked, and the attention was inevitably placed on the foot. Originally, this foot just stepped into the blood and felt cool. Now I feel a touch of warmth. This kind of warmth is not only sensory, but It was from the bottom of my heart... She trembled a little and hurriedly pulled her foot out, but the logistics moved her fingers, and suddenly a wave of heads hit her head, and caught her in the waves.

Yan Lengyu struggled, but soon she found herself breathing in the water, and the blood surrounded her warmly, bringing a very strange feeling...

Comfortable, intimate and more incredibly secure.

Just like a baby is soaked in the amniotic fluid in her mother's body... She has long forgotten the feelings of her baby, but she has this feeling when she has not come to the ground.

This feeling of comfort made her more and more relaxed and resistant.

Do not! this is not me!

The cold jade slammed into a fierce spirit, desperately resisting it, but the whole body was surrounded by thick blood, and it did not make any effort.

"You are mine, you will come back to me, I will wait for you..."

These words kept ringing from her ear, and I didn't know how long it took. I felt cold and felt that my limbs were conscious, suddenly realized that it was dreaming, so I bite my tongue and everything around me faded. She woke up.