Bei Mingxiu's memory of Momei Villa is not very deep.

The last time he went to Mo Mei Villa was before the Tiandao Meeting, and at Yao Chong's request, he delivered the birthday gift he had prepared to Mo Qing.

It's just that the time for him to go up the mountain was not very good. The owner of the village, Mo Wushuang, took his students on a study tour. Several other gentlemen were not in the village. In the entire Momei Mountain Villa, there were only the owner's wife, Mr. Wen Liu, and

There were only a few people including Mo Qing.

Because the Tiandao Society was imminent, and Lu Linxi was with him, he didn't stay at Momei Villa for too long. He delivered the gifts, had a meal and left.

Now he stepped on the iron sword and rushed towards the direction of Momei Villa again, only to feel that his state of mind was completely different from the last time he went there.

But fortunately, the scenery here is still as good.

Bei Mingxiu thought so, Yujian landed in a bush by the West Lake, looked at an unobtrusive corner in the mountains beside the lake, and smiled unconsciously.

The last time he came here, he got lost in the mountains for a long time.

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The bank of the West Lake is a famous scenic spot in the world. It prospered because of the prosperity of the Jiangnan area, and also because of its magnificent scenery. It has been favored by the world. Throughout the ages, literati and poets have come here from time to time to write poems and lyrics about the West Lake.

But there are very few people who are 70 or 80% charming.

Decades ago, the previous emperor traveled here and even spent a lot of manpower and financial resources to build a palace by the West Lake for his needs when he went to the south of the Yangtze River. Although this emperor was not well received in the history books because of this.

There is little criticism, but this also reveals in disguise that the scenery here does have a unique appeal.

The lake is the same color as the sky, surrounded by mountains, and the green mountains and green waters reflect each other. You can see this beautiful scenery no matter what season it is.

Bei Mingxiu is now in this scenery.

As he walked through the mountains of West Lake, the occasional breeze blew on his face, bringing a hint of coolness accompanied by the fragrance of grass and trees, which calmed his slightly melancholy mood.

He once heard Su Lanting talk about the scenery of Yilan Mountain before it was destroyed. The artistic conception of the birds singing in the empty mountain could probably compete with the scenery of the lakes and mountains.

Bei Mingxiu stopped thinking about this and tried to find the secluded mountain trail in the mountains and plains.

After a long time, Bei Mingxiu was still walking in the green mountains. Although the mountains of West Lake stretched endlessly and it was indeed difficult to identify the route, he still felt that something was wrong.

Previously, when he and Lu Linxi were looking for the Momei Villa hidden in the mountains, although it took a lot of time, Lu Linxi even started to point his fingers at the sky and the earth, and finally found the path.

The route he was taking now should not be much different from the route he took then, so why could he find no trace of that path at all?

The Way of Heaven and Humanity spread out with the pure spiritual power in the mountains. Bei Mingxiu thought for a moment and condensed an ice marble. The ice marble fell on the ground and soon a small ice flower bloomed, just like the trembling side.

The little yellow flower is a companion.

Bei Mingxiu lifted his legs and left again. Not long after, he met the little ice flower he had just planted again.

Bei Mingxiu looked at the two flowers on the ground, one white and one yellow, real and fake. He was silent for a moment, then took back the ice flower, confirming a fact in his heart.

I have fallen into a maze.

Knowing this fact, Bei Mingxiu wanted to laugh a little.

When he was practicing on Wu'an Sword Peak, Shang Yunjian did not care about anything for most of the time. At least 60% of his practice was guided by Long Yao. He also had some experience in the practice method of Mo Meishan Zhang, so he could

He used ice marbles as a medium to lay down some simple magic circles, but this did not mean that he could easily break through the maze that shrouded the mountains.

Now he can only try his best. He cannot say that he is determined to succeed, but he can only try to apply what he has learned.

Bei Mingxiu closed his eyes, and the path of heaven and humanity circulated throughout his body, carefully feeling the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him.

Long Yao once said that no matter how exquisite the formation is, it will inevitably be presided over by the formation eye. If you want to break through the confusing formation, you must first understand the way the formation eye controls the formation, and then follow its trend to move out of the formation.

Bei Mingxiu is now trying to find the rules of this maze.

Closing his eyes, countless lines drawn by the sword's will continued to gather in his sea of ​​consciousness, gradually forming a picture.

In the painting, a little bird landed on a branch of a sycamore tree, perhaps because the force of its landing was too strong, or perhaps because the sycamore leaves were already about to fall. Two or three sycamore leaves fell from the tree, like butterflies in the wind.

Flying, leaving several spiral falling curves on the scroll.

Bei Mingxiu frowned slightly.

These curves seemed inconspicuous, but they completely disrupted his deduction in the sea of ​​consciousness. He couldn't even figure out what the painting was supposed to look like.

He shook his head, and after the sword intent subsided, it reappeared with a sharp edge. He drew strokes in the sea of ​​consciousness, like sculptures, and once again tried to describe the nearby scenery.

This time his speed was not much slower than last time, but it was also much more stable. After a stick of incense, a corner of the picture scroll had begun to take shape.

At this moment, Bei Mingxiu's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the West Lake covered by countless leaves, and caught a glimpse of its sparkling lake surface.

Logically speaking, the trees in the mountain where he was located almost completely blocked the sunlight, so it was impossible to have a panoramic view of the West Lake, but he happened to see it.

His mind only trembled for less than a second, but in this short moment, he realized that the scene in his consciousness had become a mess, and it was impossible to recover it even if he tried to recover it.

Bei Mingxiu was already a little shocked.

From the surrounding plants and trees to the distant scenery of the West Lake, everything here is faintly wrapped in this maze.

There is no formation eye anywhere, or rather, there are formation eyes everywhere, and he is just a person walking in the thick fog. He wants to see flowers in the fog, but he doesn't expect that there are no flowers here for him to see.

Such a powerful formation quietly enveloped most of the West Lake mountains, but there was no killing intention in it, and it didn't even have any ability to harm the person entering the formation. It seemed that it just wanted him to be lost in it.

The meaning of meeting the road is really elusive.

Bei Mingxiu couldn't understand this.

He just sighed secretly in his heart.

On Wu'an Sword Peak, most of his thoughts were focused on swordsmanship, and he really didn't spend much time on the formation diagrams at Momei Villa, otherwise he might have been able to get out of trouble long ago.

He really wants to fly to Momei Villa now and ask the person who set up the maze formation why he set up this formation.

But he is still in the battle, and the first thing he thinks about is how to get out of trouble.

The sword intention once again emerged from Hanming Sword Soul and began to describe the surrounding spiritual power.

He has never been a person who gives up easily. If it doesn't work a hundred times, then try it a hundred and one times. If it doesn't work a thousand times, try it a thousand and one times. As long as every attempt is better than the previous one, he will try again.

Little progress is victory.

He believed that even if the difficulty in front of him was an unreachable cliff, he could still carve his own path on it.

This is how he practiced the Way of Heaven and Humanity and the Immortal Lotus Transformation back then, and he is doing the same now.

But now he has one more idea.

"Even if you want to test me, can you still let me starve to death in the mountains?"

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While Bei Mingxiu stubbornly continued to try to exhaust the changes in the maze, the creator of the maze was squatting on the steps at the entrance of Momei Villa, his eyes fixed on the Bagua disk in front of him, and his hands kept turning over it.

Moving, if his eyes were not squeezed too narrowly by wrinkles, others could even see the vast sea of ​​stars in his eyes.

The boundless sea of ​​​​stars, Feng Liangjie let out a long sigh, lowered his eyes and did not know what to say, and the Bagua disc also quietly fell to the ground, breaking into countless fragments like gold and jade.

He has never been very willing to use these magic tools to calculate the sky, but this matter is of great importance, and he must ensure that there is no deviation at all.

However, the result was no different from the previous times.

He moved his gaze into the distance.

The distance is everything in the world, and Bei Mingxiu is also among them.

"That's all, we can't escape this calamity after all, and blocking the little guy out can't change anything." Feng Liangjie bent down, coughed several times in pain, stood up and walked towards the village, his back was hunched, like a skinny mummy.

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He waved his hand with some difficulty, and suddenly a breeze came from the sky, blowing his gray hair and messing up the invisible barrier in the mountains.

Only his long sigh echoed in the wind, full of sadness and helplessness.
Chapter completed!