On the second floor, light blue mist floated, making the place seem like a fairyland deep in the underworld.
The aroma exuded by Lingzhi is sweet but not greasy, clear but not light.
Although Yang Huanzhi is generous, he is not stupid either.
Because I was afraid that the mist was toxic or had hallucinogenic effects, I covered my mouth and nose with my sleeves that had not yet dried up.
But even so, it was of no avail. The mist could penetrate directly through his skin, penetrated into his body, penetrated into his limbs, bones, and internal organs, and circulated around.
The area around his heart suddenly felt itchy. Yang Huanzhi lifted up his front and white shirt and saw that his wound had healed. After growing new flesh, a light pink scar as long as his little finger was left.
The scar is very shallow, but not hideous or scary.
"Oh, this treasure land has such miraculous effects. I don't know which eminent monk lives here."
He looked at the flower tree, his eyes unknowingly becoming hesitant and blurred, and his steps moved in that direction involuntarily.
But he knew that he was sane and not trapped by it.
His limbs seemed to be controlled by others. Like a puppet on strings, his body became light and weightless, floating into the air and flying towards the opposite side.
The second floor was not very high from both inside and outside, but in Yang Huanzhi's eyes, the jacaranda tree was growing rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it grew into a towering giant tree that was out of reach.
He then flew higher and higher, and those spiritual plants were within reach from the beginning, and then turned into dots of light, until they disappeared.
At this moment, the only thing Yang Huanzhi could see was the giant tree in front of him.
There were still crystal clear dewdrops on the petals. As Yang Huanzhi flew by, a gust of wind blew up the flowers and leaves, and the dewdrops fell down.
Yang Huanzhi's eyes kept changing, and he silently recited the Qingxin mantra that Tang Yinchen taught him over and over in his heart, trying to regain his sanity.
There was a faint dark red luster in a pair of obsidian eyes, but Yang Huanzhi was completely unaware of it.
Fortunately, the Purifying Mantra came into effect quickly. He clenched his hands tightly and raised his head suddenly.
His eyes are bright and resolute.
He grabbed the tree branch closest to him, pushed his arms and shoulders upward at the same time, flipped his slender legs, hooked the thick tree branch, reversed, and sat astride the tree.
Yang Huanzhi's body was weak. He was breathing heavily and was about to raise his head when the fragrance of the flowers around him entered his nose. The smell made him dizzy and almost made him sick.
"Son."
A charming and alluring female voice suddenly reached his ears, and Yang Huanzhi was suddenly surprised.
How could there be a woman's voice in a place where eminent monks live?
He held his breath and waited silently for a while, but no one showed up.
"Master Yang."
The woman's call was so charming that it made Yang Huanzhi uneasy.
However, he was in a trance for only a moment. Thinking of someone, he returned to normal in an instant.
He barely stabilized his body on the branch of a tree and looked around. The cold and stern voice seemed to be mixed with ice, which made people feel chilled to the core.
"Young master Yang, you and the slave family are destined to be together, but the young master's voice is so cold, it makes the slave family feel cold!" the woman said coquettishly.
As soon as the woman finished her last note, the mist around the flowers and trees became thicker, completely blurring Yang Huanzhi's sight.
Moreover, his eyes felt burning pain.
Immediately afterwards, a soft and tender hand was placed on the back of his hand, and one side of his waist was also covered by another hand.
Suddenly there was a weight behind him, and warm breath sprayed on his ears and the back of his neck.
Yang Huanzhi's brows furrowed more and more tightly, feeling disgusted in his heart.
"Girl, respect yourself." His thin lips pursed tightly.
"Oh, I really don't know... is Mr. Yang a true gentleman, or does he have no care for his daughter's family..."
This statement clearly means that he is not fond of women.
Her lips suddenly came close to his earlobe. Yang Huanzhi felt irritated and slammed his right elbow back, feeling soft at the touch.
Yang Huanzhi reacted, his face turned red immediately, he hurriedly broke away from the arms of the woman behind him, and his vision returned to its original state.
When he turned his eyes, he was so shocked by the woman's face that he couldn't recover.
Except for Yueniang from Jiyuefang, he has never seen any woman like the woman in front of him. Her red eyes have an unclear yet captivating amorous look, and even the corners of her eyes and eyebrows have a coquettish look.
, vividly and vividly portrays the four characters of "faithful nature".
Looking into her eyes, Yang Huanzhi felt as if not a single hair was on his body, and there was no reservation inside or outside, as if all his thoughts were seen through at a glance.
"Mr. Yang, although this place is not as lively as the rest of the world, it is also a holy place for cultivation. It is better to stay."
The woman's charm comes from her bones. As she emerged from behind Yang Huanzhi, all her charming facial features and perfect figure fell into his eyes.
The woman's dark blue hair fell behind her, her lips were blood red, and her complexion was like the finest white jade... When she passed over his head, she leaned steadily on the tree branch above him.
At that time, those slender and fair legs were looming in the slit gauze skirt, which aroused people's imagination.
Yang Huanzhi hurriedly lowered his head and cupped his hands into fists.
"Girl, Yang doesn't mean any disrespect to the girl. I hope the girl won't block Yang's way."
When the girl heard this, her red lips were slightly curved, her expression was lonely, and the amorous feelings in her eyes were instantly replaced by pitiful ones, and she was about to cry in her beautiful eyes. The tears were clearly rolling in her eyes, and her eyes were delicate and sad.
However, although Yang Huanzhi was always humble and polite to women, he responded to the girl's suspicion that he was not a womanizer.
"Young Master is unwilling to stay for the slave family. Could it be that he already has someone he likes?"
"Exactly."
Yang Huanzhi replied without thinking.
"Oh? Young Master is so decisive?"
"If you have it, you have it. Yang doesn't bother to lie."
"But... the young master's beloved... has passed away."
The woman's tone was pretending to be regretful, but it was also mixed with a hint of ridicule.
"Dead?! What did you say? What happened to him? What happened outside?"
The woman tilted her head slightly, her eyebrows arched in a smile, she held a strand of hair between the index and middle fingers of her right hand, and gently poked the stamen of the blue jacaranda flower with the tip of her hair.
Seeing that he was anxious, she became more and more calm, "Who is the young master's favorite? Is it the girl in black who has become a demon? Or is it the young man with the magical weapon in his hand?
?”
"What girl in black? What did you do to Yinchen and Huanzhi?"
"Master, don't be anxious. Whether those two did it intentionally or by mistake, since they have entered the realm of rift and are not as lucky as the master, whether they can get out alive or not is naturally left to fate.
"The woman paused, then raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Oh, I forgot, the Realm of Split is not controlled by the rules of heaven and earth. It is said that it is left to fate, but...the group of undead and evil ghosts in the Realm of Split
, it’s impossible to let them go!”
Yang Huanzhi stared at her fiercely, "Are you a human, a ghost? Or a monster?"
"The slave's name... is Ye Sangsang." This chapter has been completed!