In the huge bronze mirror, Yuan Ji's voice mixed with internal force echoed heavily among the dark rock walls. The woman in blue who stood on the top of the volcano ignored her, with long hair and half-covered face. From a distance, she was only seen focusing on her head and staring at the crater.
The air steeped by the hot steam appeared vaguely faults, like ripples on the water surface, revealing an extremely unreal sense of trance.
Suddenly, a stone slashed through the air and hit the mirror, and was embedded in the bronze mirror with a "bang". Immediately afterwards, the crackling sound of people pulling back the mind from the illusion, and the mirror was pulling the curious scene.
It disappeared immediately.
There were only hideous cracks left on the bronze mirror, which were still expanding and winding.
"what you do?"
The picture in the bronze mirror has a strange magic that can lead people's attention. I was wondering why Su Yue stood on the top of the volcano and what she saw inside, and the picture was suddenly born in red clothes.
If it is broken, Baili Fengjian will inevitably be slightly annoyed.
"Do you think we have been staring at this bronze mirror for how long we have been unconscious. Haven't we noticed this bronze mirror?" Jing Che glanced at him and reached out to pull Wen Wan, who was stunned and raised her head.
Wen Wan stood there like a root, unable to pull it, her eyes staring at the shattered bronze mirror with a dull look, as if her seven souls and six spirits were also shattered with the bronze mirror.
"Is this..." Baili Kaorama rarely refuted her ridicule, and his eyes hovered along the gentle gaze.
Jing Che also discovered the white smoke that appeared out of thin air, and it spiraled down from the gap of the bronze mirror, and clusters gathered into the gentle Baihui acupoint.
The white smoke was flawless, and it was filled with a wet air. The coldness in the air gradually became heavier, and hexagonal frost flowers appeared in the surrounding rock walls.
A petal withered and fell from the pear hairpin on Wen Wan's hair, and her expression struggled from the initial numbness.
Baili Fengjian looked at this scene with deep thought, attached it to Jing Che's ear and said, "You are right, this bronze mirror sucks the soul."
The mind was confused, and Baili Fengma's brief words made her suddenly catch something. A ray of thought flashed through her mind. Jing Che suddenly realized: "Because her soul was sucked away by the bronze mirror, she lost her mind and could not be
Speak?"
"Yes, now that the bronze mirror has been broken by you, she has released her soul. Look, the soul returns to her position, and she is probably normal."
At this time, Baiyan was gradually becoming less and less, and Wenwan's body suddenly shook, her eyes became clear. She seemed to have not seen two people standing behind her, and she walked straight forward and knelt on the ground.
She didn't speak for too long, causing her originally beautiful voice to sound hoarse and ferocious. She made a bow to the empty stone wall, sobbing and repenting, "God, you have been dead for a thousand years, but the world has even
Your tomb is unwilling to let go—”
Before I could understand what this sentence meant, the cracks in the bronze mirror had already winded to the limit. With a "boom" sound, the fragments tilted down from the top of my head like hail splashing in the sky.
The robe stirred up a lot of wind in the air, and Jing Che returned to his senses. The mysterious robe had already covered the sky and protected her under him.
The bronze mirror crackled around and then broke into smaller pieces and splashed everywhere.
Perhaps the sharp copper piece was poking on her body, Baili Fengjian groaned, and Jing Che then remembered that he had no spiritual power at this moment, and he moved anxiously to stand up, and his voice was in his ears.
There was no doubt that it sounded: "Don't move."
Jing Che was stunned: "I have spiritual power to protect my body."
His tone was always calm, and his heartbeat was still pressing behind him through his clothes, and his breath was evenly spitting in his ears: "I know."
Jingche wanted to say something else, but she finally got weakened in her throat.
The world was tearing endlessly in her ears, and she lost her judgment in the noise. She felt that she was still his apprentice, protected by him with flesh and blood. Gentleness covered the sky, close to her, and seemed extremely unreal
The sound gradually weakened, and everything was silent everywhere and lost its presence, and it was difficult to distinguish between true and false, as if it was dreaming.
I don’t know where the light came down, and it hit the copper slag that broke all over the ground and was dotted.
After lying motionless for a while, until all the movements stopped rising and falling, he heard the rustling of his clothes. Baili Fengjian slowly stood up, glanced around, and said calmly: "Wen Wan is gone.
”
Jing Che then got up, and his expression was a little bit muddy under the mask. She didn't hear anything Baili Fengjian said at all. She raised her eyes and saw that there were a lot of copper slags behind him embedded in his flesh, pulling away a pool of shocking blood on her robe.
"You are bleeding." The voice softly cut like a ball of sticky honey, with surprisingly gentleness.
Baili Fengjian was slightly stunned, suspected that he had heard it wrong - Ben was like Ache's voice, without the sarcasm and disdain that was unique to the red clothes. He turned his head urgently, illusioning that he could see it
The girl in my memory looked like she was usually stunned, with her willow eyebrows half bent, her peach blossom eyes slightly raised, and her long hair hanging down her temples as if she had a burst.
But the only thing that was printed into my eyes was a silver mask, with winding patterns casting dense shadows. A pair of eyes were hidden under the mask, painted black like raindrops in a deep pool.
——Illusion is an illusion after all.
Baili Fengjian quickly restrained his out-of-control expression, with his lips curled in a slight joking manner, and said in a slight slight slightest: "But he has a little blood, Hongyi cares about me so much?"
"The sword saint is highly respected, and being injured is a loss to all the people in the world. Red clothes naturally have to worry." Jing Che immediately came back from his trance and retorted with normalcy.
Baili Fengjian couldn't hear the ridicule in her words, and sat down on the ground with a robe, looking like he was waiting for someone to serve: "Please take out the copper slag for me, it really hurts me."
Jing Che stood behind him, and the smile on the corner of his lips gradually froze. When she saw his fleeting expression, she knew that he was suspicious. He had always been silent, and she could not guess whether he believed it or not.
.But for her, no matter how well she pretends, she will inevitably reveal flaws.
She stared at the robe that was still bleeding, but stood there without moving. Her mind was as if a flood had hit her, and her thoughts were in chaos.
Now that he was exposed in the hollow gate and had no spiritual power, she could easily kill him, and then return to the same way and return from Yiyang Valley, saying that he had fallen into the mud without a trace. As for Wen Wan, it was an accident.
Just pretend that you don’t know anything about it.
She has always been awake. They are enemies. She hated him for so long. Didn’t she just destroy him? Maybe she had joined forces with him briefly because she wanted to escape from this time and space, but now she is sleepy.
It is a foregone conclusion here, and she has nothing to do after her death.
Kill him, then there is no need to be struggling and fighting with him with exhaustion.
But the opportunity suddenly came in front of her, and she couldn't take action.
This is her master. No matter what mask she wears or what identity she changes, she cannot erase the time of the master and apprentice from her memory. Joy and sorrow are all derived from that time. If she wants to cut it off, she must be cut off.
Cut off the meaning of most of your life.
"What?" After waiting for a while, there was no movement behind her, Baili Fengjian raised his face to look at her.
Jing Che hurriedly avoided his inquiring eyes, squatted down and stroked his fingers on the pool of blood on his back.
She suddenly felt funny. When she was his apprentice, she had never seen him protect her and injured her. Now she has a false identity in red, which has attracted him as a hero to save the beauty.
A trace of gentleness flashed in Baili Taohua's eyes, and her soft tone was mixed with deliberate impatientness: "If you don't take off your clothes, how can I help you deal with the wound?"
"Oh, disappointed," Baili Fengjian laughed indecently, untied his belt without any haste, took off his outer robe, and his strong back was exposed to the dark air: "I thought red clothes were too much
I can do it just in time for someone to wear clothes and untied my belt—”
"Hiss--" Half of the words were swallowed back, Baili Fengjian grinning in pain. The red clothes obviously deliberately pulled out the copper slag, regardless of whether it was connected with the flesh and blood.
"The Red Clothes are clumsy, and the Sword Saint has to bear it." Her voice was soft and glutinous, and she sounded very innocent.
Baili Fengjian smiled and shook his head, but did not answer.
Suddenly, the wind blew out from deep and blew on the naked skin cold. The woman's fingers were as warm as jade, and they slashed across the skin like dragonflies, and they were touching until they hit it.
The human mind is like a girl half opens her red lips and hides her thoughts, and she still wants to say something.
Jing Che's movements became more refined and he carefully took out the copper slag.
"Hehe." The Baili Fengjian suddenly laughed in the silence, as if someone threw a stone into a mountain stream, causing ripples.
"why are you laughing?"
"Suddenly I remembered something."
Jing Che did not see his eyebrows and eyes at this moment, but in his deep and gentle tone, he returned to the time eleven years ago.
It was in the woods of Qiye Mountain. The sunlight shone through the gaps of the leaves and mottled on the man's back. His untied long hair was raised unrestrainedly in the low wind, and slowly obeyed.
At this moment, she seemed to be standing on the mountains and rivers of the past, a long distance away, endlessly spreading, and the gentle flowing sunlight scorched on her silver mask, burning cold light. She saw that year
She was still a girl who was ignorant of the world, with tender eyebrows and eyes pretending to be deep. She was a free and easy sword saint who was free and easy to attract dust. She half-crossed her lips and pulled out a leisurely and unruly area.
How ridiculous, this girl wanted to kill her master at that moment.
She saw the girl's white fingers carefully brushing the man's back, staying on her shoulders, and then lifting her face a red look. The man's face looked so beautiful, like a god sitting there, emitting a faint feeling all over her body
Guanghui.
The man suddenly turned around, and his green stubble and deep and low eyes hit her.
At this moment, an enlarged handsome face came back in front of me, exactly the same as in my memory.
The difference is that now he slid his lips and looked at the bottom of his eyes: "Red Yi, why are you absent-minded? Could it be that you know what I want to say?"