Chapter 49

The light snow was still floating at night, and the vision and clarity were limited. Bu Qingyi was not sure whether he was seeing too much. She gently pushed the South candle behind her, stepped forward to meet the strange man, and said in a loud voice, "since you are an old man, you should know the rules of the name in the newspaper?"

After a little hesitation, the strange man replied in a low voice: "Gu caishenjun, Zhou -"

before the other party finished reporting his name, bu Qingyi chuckled: "Gu caishenjun? God King??? Are you kidding me? Do you really call yourself such a fool? I'm afraid it's not a legend, right? Thank you for saying it

From a long distance, bu Qingyi seems to hear the sound of the ancient color God King biting his teeth.

"Qingyan, you killed countless people in those seven years, and your hands were stained with blood. It's time to make amends to the people you killed!" Ancient color God King completely lost the patience of conversation, that palm has a strange tattoo arm raised high, like a flag in the wind and snow.

This time, green clothes could see more clearly and more definitely. Under the tattoo, there was a strange scarlet color moving slowly, like running water, or something's eyes.

"It's very evil. Be careful." In a low voice, he tells the South candle behind his lower body that Bu Qingyi does not hesitate to hold the short sword and stabs the ancient color emperor.

As the hour drew near, she had no time to delay.

With the shortening of the distance, bu Qingyi gradually saw that Gu caitianjun, who was arrogant, was just a thin old man with a big black robe on his body. However, his eyes were very special, narrow and drooping. It was the shape of a mourning face, but they were shining. They didn't look like easy people to deal with.

Seeing Bu Qingyi attack at full speed, Gu caishenjun doesn't even hide. He takes a flower in his palm, and then clenches it into a fist, aiming at Bu Qingyi.

Bu Qingyi was worried about the hidden weapon, and stepped on the tip of her foot to dodge. Unexpectedly, Gu caishenjun opened his palm and suddenly blew a breath. A large handful of petals far beyond the capacity of his palm flew into the rain, completely beyond the scope of Bu Qingyi's escape, and immediately wrapped her in it.

Since the other party calls himself the God of ancient color, Kung Fu routines are naturally related to ancient color. It's not that I haven't seen the ancient color trick Bu Qingyi. I know that those skilled people rely on hand speed and all kinds of tricks. Besides, petals can't kill people. It's really something beyond petals.

Hidden in the rain of petals?

Or toxic smoke? Smell?

Thousands of thoughts flashed through her mind. When Bu Qingyi was thinking about how to defend herself, she suddenly whispered. She didn't know where it came from, but she seemed to whisper in her ear.

"Green clothes."

Step green clothes Mou son a flash, the movement suddenly froze.

That's Gu Chaoxi's voice!

Bu Qingyi had a short absence, but it was not very long. When she looked around again, it was completely different from before.

Floating snow mausoleum and ugly enemy disappeared, replaced by bamboo house jingshe, water gurgling, sweet scented osmanthus, birds singing cicadas. A tall figure standing in front of the stream, with negative hands, plain white clothes falling to the ground, a corner stained with the soil by the stream, has a kind of wanton and lazy atmosphere.

Jiangdong gargles Yulin, where she once lived.

Gu Zhaoxi, the person she thinks of all the time.

This picture is a silhouette of Bu Qingyi who has been collecting in his mind for many years. When he recalls it, he will feel painful. But everything in front of him is very different from his memory. It seems that he can touch it with his hand.

Is it a dream? Or hallucinations?

Bu Qingyi had never encountered such a situation, or even heard of it. She stood in the same place, holding the dagger tightly in her hand, and did not dare to relax her vigilance. In her memory, as like as two peas in the morning,

never turned around. But in the almost identical scene, he turned slowly, like to face her face.

He has a pair of delicate eyes similar to a woman's, and his lip color is always very light. When he sees her, he is mostly smiling, that kind of faint smile that he may not even notice.

"Qingyi, what do you think?"

His mouth, eyebrows, eyes, tone and manner are no different from Gu Chaoxi in her memory.

Bu Qingyi kept reminding herself that Gu Chaoxi could not be here, and that she could not be in shuyulin. However, in front of her too real scene, she couldn't help being confused, and gradually couldn't distinguish reality from dream.

"Qingyi, what's the matter with you? Come here Gu chuckled and stretched out his hand to her. "The wine I brewed is ready to drink. How about we don't get drunk tonight?"

That year, he taught himself how to make wine. He made a jar of sour and astringent things, and joked that it was drunk by immortals.

She was drunk to the last drop.

Bu Qingyi took a step forward in a trance and raised his hand involuntarily. She wanted to grasp the hand that had been pulled away for a long time, to pull him from the unknown situation to her side, and to complete the task of guarding that had not been completed 13 years ago.

There is nothing more guilty, regretful and regretful than losing him.

"Qingyi, I miss you so much..." His smile softened when his hands touched. Bu Qingyi took a small step forward and soon approached the stream.One more step is the clear stream and the happy fish.

“…… Green clothes Gu Chaoxi's face suddenly became blurred, and his expression was mixed with incomprehension.

Around his neck hung the short sword of Bu Qingyi.

"He's gone, at least not here." Bu Qingyi lowered his head, his voice was a little dull, but he was very firm, "no matter what you are, it will never be him in a word!"

Without any hesitation, the dagger quickly drew a half circle around Gu Chaoxi's neck.

Gu Chaoxi's expression becomes distorted, which is the distortion in the real sense. His wound does not shed any blood. The whole person takes the wound as the center, and quickly distorts like a whirlpool of smoke. The surrounding scenery also began to darken, like the haze before the storm, almost unable to see things clearly, and finally turned into a boundless darkness.

Bu Qingyi stood long and indifferently, holding his dagger tightly, his eyes slightly closed, and he was still waiting for the enemy to appear.

On the left, a wind of clothes rolling.

Bu Qingyi suddenly opened his eyes. The dagger came out of the cave like a snake and went straight to the left side. There was a figure there. He looked like Pei Zan, but Pei Zan, who never dared to face her, did not hide this time. Instead, he quickly reached out and caught her by the wrist.

Pei Zan flashed to the side of Bu Qingyi and whispered in her ear, "wake up, you're on the way."

No, not peizan The sound

"Pei Mo GUI?"

With the exclamation of the exit, the darkness around the moment like the tide receded, is still the snow flying imperial mausoleum, but around more than a full ten days have not seen Pei Mo return.

Pei Mogui obviously lost a circle, his face was a little pale, but his eyes were still bright and sharp, black and white.

"It's magic. You've been in his magic ever since you saw him." Pei Mogui was concise and concise. He gave way to the South candle not far away.

The South candle obviously also touched a way, at this time is full of anger to wave a fist, as if lie in someone to fight, but he side half person shadow all have no.

Bu Qingyi hurried to Nan Zhu to wake him up. Pei Mogui followed her closely to watch out for the movement around her. Step green clothes look around, do not see the figure of the ancient color God King, can not help but appalled.

How far can the illusions made by the ancient color God King affect?

Pei Mogui seemed to see through her mind and said with a wry smile: "Pei Zan, the magic master who spent 10000 taels of silver, do you think it's ordinary to play ancient colors? This time, he's trying to kill you. It's not so easy to deal with him. I said, "I'm talking to you. Where are you looking?"

"Someone's going after him?" Bu Qingyi asked in a hurry.

"Qinchuan has gone." Pei Mo pointed back to Yao Yao, "although magic is very strong, its Kung Fu is average. Qin Chuan said that he had resistance to magic and was not afraid of being attacked, so he went after it alone. "

Bu Qingyi nodded thoughtfully and didn't worry much.

She knows something about the basis of magic. It's easy for her to understand the Tao if she wants something, but for those who have no desire or desire, magic doesn't work at all. Qin Chuan has always been a man with no desire and no desire. He is good at Kung Fu. It should be no problem to pursue the ancient color God.

Without the threat of the ancient color God, the atmosphere should be relaxed. But I don't know why, what I wanted to say to Pei Mogui was all gone. Bu Qingyi could only stand awkwardly, not knowing what to say or how to speak.

Pei Mogui didn't know where to start. He suddenly bent down and pressed his chest with one hand. It looked very painful.

"Snow disaster? What happened? " Seeing this, bu Qingyi quickly helped him with a worried look on his face.

Pei Mogui waved his hand, raised his head slightly and looked at her with a serious face: "No. I ran too fast just now, and there was a fork in the air. "

“…… Pei Mogui, it's a miracle created by heaven that you can live till now. "

"So cherish the unique me in the world."

If it wasn't for the fear that there were other enemies dormant in the dark, bu Qingyi really wanted to beat him up and let him know what it would be like to be shameless.

"Well, I want to chat later." Pei Mogui continued to be cheeky, as if the man who was not serious was Bu Qingyi instead of him. After nodding his head to the guarded South candle to show his friendship, Pei Mogui finally became serious: "it's not safe here. Follow me."

Bu Qingyi pulls the confused South candle and follows Pei Mogui to the south of the imperial mausoleum. After bypassing a large maze of woods, he stops in front of an imperial mausoleum.

Just as Bu Qingyi opened the tunnel mechanism before, Pei Mogui also opened a tunnel in the same way, but the tunnel was not connected with any underground secret room that Bu Qingyi knew. It seemed to be a completely independent place.

After walking in the tunnel with a torch for about a long time, it suddenly opened up.

A group of people with different clothes came and went to bu Qingyi by chance. When they saw her, they fell to the ground without warning.

At the same time, the deafening voice of tidiness rang through the chamber of secrets.

"See you, Mr. Buge!"