The jade rabbit rises eastward and the stars are shining. It is already night.

The small wooden house in the forest stands alone, the dim light swaying slightly, showing a bit of desolation. Looking at the shadow in the bed, there should be a woman living alone here.

Generally speaking, the two men, Zhou Cheng and Daorong, should not have visited a woman at this time, but a small wooden house appeared here at this time, which was a bit weird in any case. Perhaps this place was the center of the maze in the mountains.

Separating the weeds and branches on the ground, Zhou Cheng and Daorong came to the door. Seeing that Daorong was a little embarrassed, Zhou Cheng knocked on the door and asked softly: "Is anyone at home?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the hut suddenly went out. The door of the original play also closed. The moonlight disappeared in the sky, the starlight was hidden behind the clouds, and there was no light around him again.

Even this wooden house seemed to have been imposed to isolate the spiritual consciousness, and it was impossible to penetrate the spiritual consciousness.

At this moment, wisps of white mist rose on the ground, like layers of smoke getting thicker and thicker. It was clearly midsummer, but there were chills coming from these mists.

This is not the cold in the usual sense, it comes from the coldness perceived by the spiritual consciousness. The coldness in the fog faces the soul directly!

Zhou Cheng ignored these strange changes, as if he had not taken them at all, and he did not even pay attention to those changes. Instead, he looked at the wooden house with interest. He had night vision and strong sense of consciousness, so he could naturally penetrate the darkness and restriction and see through the situation inside the house.

"Fellow Daoist, be careful! Don't leave me within three feet!" Dao Rong looked serious, holding floating dust in his hand, and secretly exerted his spiritual sense at the same time, exploring the surrounding situation. Whenever there is any abnormal movement, he will immediately launch an attack!

Buzzing!

A tremor suddenly came from the white mist. It was like a wooden board trembling, and black shadows were shaking in it, as if something was about to form.

Daorong's eyes condensed, and the dust in his hand glowed in his eyes. He felt the perfect aura on the black shadow that was no less than that of the Yingpo period.

call!

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, blew away the mist. The clouds in the sky were blown away, the moonlight reappeared, and the starlight flashed again. Looking at the ground, there were still only trees and vines, and the powerful aura disappeared just now.

Squeak!

The wooden door opened a gap again, and the dim light also lit up. All this was like they were knocking on the door without any change.

Interestingly, Zhou Cheng's mouth raised slightly. The people in this wooden house did something interesting. If he hadn't been there, maybe Daorong might have been posted here.

I don’t know how to make this happen. It seems that Shangqing Dao and Li family from the Handu have really worked hard, and they don’t need to kill people.

"The wind is cold at night, why do the two Taoist priests stand outside?" A gentle and sweet female voice came from the wooden house, which sounded very pleasant and felt very comfortable.

Daorong was slightly stunned when he heard this voice. His body trembled clearly, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.

Zhou Cheng came over and said, "Fellow Taoist, since the girl inside invited me, let's go in."

"Okay." Daorong nodded, then pushed the door and walked in with Zhou Cheng.

The wooden house is not big, it is divided into two pieces. The outside room is dimly lit. Some daily necessities such as pots and bowls. When you turn into the inner room, you will see a table, a bed and three chairs.

A woman in white was sitting by the bed. She looked about twenty years old and had a beautiful face. She had bright almond eyes, her eyebrows were as white as a distant mountain, and her skin was slightly pale, but it added a bit of a weak willow to support the wind, which made people feel pity.

The Wen Han Rabbit was lying peacefully on the picture of the woman in white, closing her eyes and making a whirring sound, as if she was asleep.

"You, who are you?" Daorong lost his usual calmness when he saw this woman and stared at him, as if he had seen something incredible.

Zhou Cheng looked full of doubts, as if he was completely unsure of what was going on.

The woman in white also froze on Daorong's body, and then she saw two strings of tears lying down. She actually cried, "Senior Brother, I finally saw you."

Zheng!

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the white jade whisk in Daorong's hand suddenly rose, and a green light burst out, like thousands of sword lights flying, piercing through the void and cutting off the airflow, and stabbing directly at the woman in white.

"Who are you? Why do you want to become my junior sister!"

The woman in white did not dodge or avoid, and there was no trace of fear in her eyes. She just faced the thousands of green lights and sat there quietly.

Strong and firm!

Thousands of green lights came to an abrupt end when they were three inches away from the woman in white, and then they turned into streams of light and drifted away.

Daorong still couldn't do anything after all. He took a deep breath and his spiritual sense condensed Dao to the greatest extent, completely covering the woman in white, trying to expose the other party's disguise.

However, as the perception of the spiritual consciousness increased, Daorong's face became more and more strange. Finally, he sighed: "Junior Sister Cheng, why are you here? And how do you look..."

"Junior Sister Cheng..." The woman in white murmured to herself, repeatedly muttering her, and suddenly sobbed again, tears falling like rain, and Daorong was panicked again when she saw her.

"Junior sister, what's wrong with you?" Dao Rongzhi felt that he was two big now. I don't know why every time he saw Junior Sister Cheng, he felt that his thinking was a bit difficult.

The woman in white stopped sobbing and looked at Daorong with a look of water, as if she was looking at a lover she had not seen for many years. After a while, he said softly: "Senior Brother, do you know that I haven't seen you for ten years."

"What? Ten, ten years?" Daorong said in disbelief. He had only been away from the mountain for half a month. How could he not see him for ten years?

Zhou Cheng, who was standing beside him, also widened his eyes, as if he was very surprised, and he was looking at the woman in white in shock.

The woman in white looked at Daorong carefully, as if she had thought of something, and sighed: "It turns out that as Master Zhen said, Senior Brother, when you and fellow Taoist Qingyuan passed this mountain, you accidentally entered the fog of ancient times and entered the present time ten years ago."

Daorong was even more shocked when he heard this, and stepped forward and asked, "Junior sister, do you know what you are talking about? I am ten years later?"

The woman in white nodded seriously and said seriously: "Ten years ago, my senior brother accidentally entered the fog of time and disappeared into the world. Master once said that you will appear in this mountain in ten years, so I built a wooden house here to live in, waiting for the senior brother to appear."

As she said that, she paused, looked at Daorong and smiled sweetly, and said, "Finally, God will pay off the will of all people, and I finally waited for my senior brother."

"This, how is this possible? I'm coming ten years later? I'm really coming ten years later?" Daorong took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, his face a little pale.

He didn't want to admit such an almost absurd thing, and reason was also telling him that this was impossible, but the junior sister would not lie to him, and the junior sister would never lie...

In desperation, Daorong finally turned his attention to Zhou Cheng and asked as if asking for help: "Fellow Daoist Qingyuan, we... have come ten years later? We have really come ten years later?"

"Maybe." Zhou Cheng smiled unquestionably, then his magic power surged, and a golden aperture lit up behind him. He raised his hand and pulled out an ink-colored sword from it.

Ancient Sword Gan Jiang!

The extremely strong murderous intent and murderous aura instantly filled the entire wooden house. Then, in Daorong's dull eyes, in the shocked expression of the woman in white, Zhou Cheng waved the sword.

Zheng!
Chapter completed!