After walking for nearly an hour, the sky was no longer bright, but a bit darker. It was rare to see Zhuocheng West Mansion in such heavy fog. ? ? ? ?? ?
Suddenly, Li Luo's heart moved. He stood up and got out of the carriage. Perhaps he was a little anxious. The Imperial Guardsman who was driving the carriage was startled. He saluted hurriedly and called out: "Your Highness, Ninth Prince."
Li Luo glanced at the surrounding scenery. Concubine Yun's phoenix chariot was still a few steps behind him, but the fog was a bit heavier. The soldiers in the front army and the soldiers in the rear army were all hidden in the mist and disappeared.
Li Luo frowned and shouted: "Stop."
"Your Majesty Ninth Prince, what's wrong?"
Li Luo's expression was solemn. The soldiers of the Forbidden Army didn't know why and looked at Li Luo blankly.
After a long time, Li Luo said softly: "Why is there no sound?"
"Sound?" The Imperial Guards officers were startled. After listening carefully, they suddenly realized that it was quite strange that there were more than a thousand people in the group, but they did not hear the sound of chariot tracks.
The expressions of the officers of the imperial army changed greatly. They turned around and glanced at the palace attendants beside Concubine Yun's phoenix chariot. They shouted in horror: "Your Majesty Ninth Prince, why are the others missing?"
At this moment, the scenery in the forest suddenly changed. The mist that had been calm and soft just a moment ago seemed to be roaring like wind and clouds. In the huge mountain forest, only Li Luo and a few people were left standing alone.
The mist hit them, and everyone seemed to be involved in a bottomless demonic realm. The white mist gathered and dispersed, like a fleeting shadow, some turning into birds or animals, or like singing and dancing in pavilions and pavilions, looking forward to the flight of gods.
All the women from the fairy family disappeared in a blink of an eye.
What he was thinking in his mind was actually reflected in the white mist. With just one glance, his mind was drawn away. The Forbidden Army soldiers beside Li Luo were already fascinated, and they sat down on the carriage and murmured to themselves.
language.
At this moment, a burst of music came from nowhere. It was like wind but not wind, like leaves but not leaves. It was long and melodious, with clouds rising and fog flying. It didn't look like it was played by musical instruments in the human world. It felt like it was playing when the heaven and earth first opened.
It has been preserved here, and the whispers of orioles and flowing springs slowly penetrated into the ears of several people, just like the ghosts leaving notes in the mountains and forests, which is very pleasant to hear.
After drinking tea, the music disappeared. Li Luo's face turned pale, his vest was soaked with sweat, and his body became thinner. The nearby Imperial Army soldiers and palace attendants were already unconscious, drunk in the mist and wonderful sounds.
Between the sky and the earth, there were flying clouds and fog, but there was silence. Even the chirping of insects and birds was gone. The two carriages seemed to be separated from the Three Realms and Five Elements.
Suddenly, a human voice came out from the forest, like a slight sigh, followed by a Buddha's call, and two people stepped out from behind the tree.
An elderly Confucian scholar, nearly seventy years old, with white hair tied casually behind his back, slender eyes, crystal clear, white beard, leisurely and comfortable, the most striking thing is that although the old man is old, his face is full of expressions.
Smiling like a child, sincere and pure, dressed in a coarse white robe, walking gracefully and elegantly, he is quite like an ascended immortal.
The other person was a monk. He could not tell whether he was older or younger. His face was red and he was smiling. The gray cloth clothes on his body were patched with hundreds of knots, but they were very clean.
There is a string of Buddhist beads hanging on the chest. They are black and translucent. I don't know what kind of texture they are. They look as good as fine steel and jade, but they are a little fatter. Although they are not as tall as the shoulders of a Confucian scholar, their waist and abdomen can cover two Confucian scholars.
Come.
Without seeing how to move forward, the two of them arrived in front of the carriage in the blink of an eye. They were running smoothly. Li Luo coughed lightly and was slightly startled. The two people in front of him didn't show any sharpness. They seemed ordinary, but they gave people an invincible feeling.
It feels like the wood and rocks in the mountains are flowing naturally, and this is the time when Li Luoshang can see the state of returning to nature.
The two of them came to a stand three steps away from Li Luo. They both looked at Li Luo with smiles and said nothing.
Li Luo didn't move at all, the surroundings were filled with mist, and the hem of the incoming man's clothes was covered up, making him almost suspicious of a visitor from the immortal family.
The mist accumulated more and more, and gradually enveloped Li Luo's side, but never got closer than a foot. It was like a chaotic jade dome, covering Li Luo in it, and the smoke and clouds were flowing, which was really amazing.
The monk and scholar saw that the mist was difficult to get within one foot of Li Luo. When they looked at each other, they could see the surprise in the other's eyes, but there was not much hostility, but more admiration.
After a long time, Li Luo breathed out slowly, put his hand gently on the handle of the long knife at his waist, and seemed to have spent a lot of effort to raise his head. His expression was as usual, but his face was pale again.
After a while, he looked at the two people in front of him quietly.
The monk was slightly taken aback, shouted the Buddha's name, clasped his palms together, and said in surprise: "The donor has such profound inner strength."
Li Luo seemed not to have heard anything and did not respond. He was just a little confused and looked at the Confucian monk and the monk with some desolation. He suddenly moved his body and stepped down from the carriage. He was like a sword unsheathed, breaking the thick fog in front of him.
Opening up, the originally stagnant mist seemed to have found an exit. It was no longer restrained and fled in all directions.
A wisp of breeze lifted up a few long hairs on Li Luo's temples, and a hint of coolness brushed his ears. Li Luo then smiled calmly and said softly: "Master, I have given you a compliment, but I don't know why you stopped me?"
The monk was startled, laughed loudly, with an uninhibited manner, a loud and powerful voice, and clapped his hands and praised: "It's amazing, it's amazing, the donor is young and his vision must be extraordinary. He can break through the atmosphere set by the monk and Mr. Yongda."
Formation, Amitabha, Mr. Yongda, you must have made a mistake this time."
The Confucian scholar looked shocked, but he did not hesitate to praise him. He nodded and said: "I really underestimated the young hero. I thought that the young hero could only force away the fog, but unexpectedly, the air array set up by the two of me couldn't stop it.
Stay with you."
The voice is as straight as the spring in the forest, and it is very pleasant to the ear. If you just heard the voice, you would never know that the person who spoke it is almost seventy years old.
The monk shook his head and said: "Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, the benefactor's martial arts are extraordinary, but the monk is going to have a big headache. How often has there been such a master in the Dagan Forbidden Army? Is it possible that Xiao Bai's death can be easily tolerated?"
When going to Yizhou this time, there were many masters in the Forbidden Army, but for some reason none of the nine guards in the palace accompanied them. At most, they were just masters of the palace guards. They left the city in a hurry, and Li Luo didn't have time to check carefully. If
With today's situation, it seems that there may be some mystery behind it.
Li Luo looked around. Although the fog had receded, it had not drifted far away. The mountains, forests, grass and rocks were still hidden in the mist, making it difficult to distinguish their true appearance. The people who came with him were still missing, and even the horses were neighing.
No sound was ever heard.
The two people in front of him did not take action after testing. Even just now, they had left some room and did not use all their strength. However, Li Luo did not dare to be careless at all. He gathered mist into a shield. This kind of pure internal power was almost shocking.
The two of them looked harmonious, and there was no pretense in their words. They were straightforward and natural. Although the person who came was not kind, it was difficult for them to create hostility for a moment.
Li Luo felt a chill in his heart and said, "It's such an exquisite formation. It's not an exaggeration to call it a miraculous craftsmanship. Perhaps only the Nine Palaces Formation recorded in the book can compete with it." (To be continued.)