Article 868
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"Master..."
With a bang, the thunder seemed to smash the earth, the hinterland of the mountains and rivers trembled faintly, and the internal organs were numb.
"But I don't have a home..."
The black gold figure suddenly looked back, and in the stormy rain, Xue Meng clearly saw his face, the burning face.
The ink burned as if he couldn't see him, but he just muttered to himself: "There is no home... I want to go back... I want to go back!"
He was anxious and desperate: "Let me go back, let me go back! I want to see him... I want to see him!!"
In the thunder and lightning, the black phantom rose into the air, and Xue Meng was caught by this yīn cold black wind. The shadow passed through him, with a biting chill, which was much cooler than the rain. He was so fascinated that he couldn't open his eyes and fell to the ground.
"I can't die...I want to see him!"
Xue Meng clearly heard the low drink of the ink burning, and the black shadow flew towards the back mountain of the dead and life like a whirlwind. When he came back to his senses, he could no longer see any ghostly shadows, and there was a sky-splitting red light from the back mountain!
...
what happened? What was that shadow just now?
ghost?
He turned pale, and sat stiffly in place—until someone patted him in the back.
At this time, Xue Meng's whole person has been stretched to the extreme. When he touched him, he jumped up suddenly, like crazy and extremely helpless: "Who?! Who!!"
Mei Hanxue held him down and hurriedly said, "Don't be afraid, it's me."
In the woods behind him, walked out of a very ugly looking man from the Snow Palace, but with a pair of light blue eyes that Xue Meng was familiar with. It was Mei Hanxue's cold eldest brother wearing a human skin mask.
The eldest brother Mei Hanxue stepped out of the forest, holding two swords in his hand, one was his own Shenwu Shuofeng, and the other was...
"Xuehuang."
Mei Hanxue walked to Xue Meng, who couldn't help shuddering, and gave Jiang Xi's saber to him.
"Head Jiang asked me to use it for you. He said that you can use it, so you don't have to refuse it for some reason."
The younger brother was still a little curious: "Can you ask me, what is the relationship between you and Jiang Xi?"
"Let's go." Huantou was interrupted by the elder brother mercilessly, "Let's go to Wushan Hall together to see how Master Chu is doing."
Mei Hanxue dropped these words, glanced at Xue Meng, knocked on the shoulder of the other party with the hilt of Shuofeng, and plunged into the depths of the heavy rain without saying a word.
And his twin brother sighed, raised his hand and patted Xue Meng's head, and followed his brother to the precarious Wushan Temple.
Chapter 302 [The Peak of Death and Life] Soul Break Wushan Temple
Wushan Hall is also the former Danxin Hall. After Ta Xianjun took the throne, he adjusted the layout and divided it into three areas: the front hall, the atrium, and the rear hall.
The two brothers of the Mei family did not go in directly. They stood at the door. When Xue Meng followed, the eldest brother told him: "This palace is not right, there is a miasma in it."
"What is a miasma?"
Mei Hanxue explained: "It is a kind of fragrant mist and miasma similar to Qimen Dunjia. There is a plum forest in the Snow Palace, and it does not dissipate all year round."
Xue Mengqing asked with a face: "What role can it play?"
"It will make the intruder find the way." Mei Hanxue said, "This kind of miasma has no effect on your own people, but for the intruder, it will distort the scene and make people unable to find the real entrance and exit. You You know what the common people say about the ghost hitting the wall, it's probably this kind of thing."
Xue Meng: "..."
Mei Hanxue said coldly: "They are delaying time. I'm afraid someone is fighting in the apse."
Mei Hanxue asked, "What should I do? Can I get around it?"
Mei Hanxue glanced at him: "You have lived in the Snow Stepping Palace for more than 20 years, you ask me?"
"...cough." When the younger brother was a little embarrassed, he turned his head to Xue Meng and said, "There is no way, I can only go in and find the source of the miasma and disperse it." Glancing at Xue Meng's face, he said with relief, "But don't do it. Worrying, this is what I am best at. I often use the Merlin on the back of the Snow Palace to hide from the female nuns who come to ask for trouble. Give me a stick of incense and it should be able to break it.”
When he mentioned this, his eldest brother's face turned black, and his voice was icy.
"You really have the face to say it."
Xue Meng was not in the mood to listen to their gossip at the moment. He took two steps forward and pushed open the door of the front hall of Wushan Hall with a "squeak".
Like a specter opening his stinky mouth, the lacquered red door slowly opened, the lights and candles inside went on and off, and there was silence. Xue Meng stepped in, and he could really feel a faint floral fragrance in the air.
When he turned around, the Mei brothers were gone. Before the miasma dissipated, the three people would see different scenes, and no one could see the other.
At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came from the high throne in the hall.
"Xue Meng..."
There was a gust of wind blowing, and the black gauze curtain fluttered. Xue Meng was shocked and shouted: "Ink burning?!"
The voice sighed, "Is that you? Are you here?"
Xue Meng's throat twitched, tightened his back, raised his sword and walked towards the depths of the dimly lit hall--
The tip of the sword lifted the heavy curtain, and he saw it.
Sitting high, a handsome, pale man was closing his eyes. The man was sitting leaning on the Rong Jinhua chair, wearing a crown of nine pearls. The eyebrows are dark and stern, and the nose bone is high, but the curvature is very delicate. A pair of light colors
The pale lips were pursed, and there was not much expression on his face.
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