"Okay, that's all the rules. Now let's draw lots, sort them, and enter the Wanteng Pagoda." The host said.
The look between Yang Hui and Yang Xin made them forget to listen to the host's words. They didn't react until the host finished speaking.
What kind of place is Wanteng Pagoda? How could two people stare at each other for so long in a place like this?
If it weren't for the fact that the host never finished speaking, how would they have had this opportunity?
In the distance, the new green grass slumps to the ground with a smile, as if it is having a sweet conversation with the little yellow dandelion flowers that have their heads lowered.
If you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't even know there was anyone here.
As for who it is...
Those were Yang Xin's fans who had been planning to take a peek. When they saw Yang Hui and Yang Xin looking at each other, their hatred for Yang Hui increased a lot.
Now, what Yang Hui cares about is not these things, but how to better climb to higher places.
He drew a lot and was number 21, which was relatively low among the thirty-five people.
Yang Hui said nothing and waited for the people in front to enter.
After twenty people entered, he entered the Wanteng Pagoda directly.
The so-called Wan Teng Pagoda really has a universe within it.
Yang Hui couldn't help but sigh.
After he entered, he realized that he didn't seem to have entered a pagoda, but rather as if he had entered an unknown village.
"Tester No. 21 Yang Hui, please pay attention." Suddenly a voice from the sky said.
"Your mission is to find the monsters in this village and destroy them."
Before Yang Hui could react, the voice disappeared. It seemed that he was in this spiritual formation and was not hallucinating.
The sun shines vertically. The rippling clear water by the stream shines like carp scales, and the water vapor drifts to the village by the river with the breeze. The roofs of the village are basking in the warm spring sun and spreading.
It emits a dry and burnt smell. The cool water vapor adjusts the dry and burnt smell, making it comfortable and pleasant.
The warm wind blowing from the stream brings a moist coolness. Kapok has bloomed, peach blossoms have bloomed, snow pea flowers and cauliflowers of various colors have bloomed. The flat fields outside Dongchong Village are green and green.
The tender rice seedlings and green banana leaves swayed in the wind, presenting a business scene.
The morning sun shines brightly and warmly on their shoulders and backs, on the road beside the village, and on the fields outside. There is no cloud in the sky, and a blue sky connects to the undulating peaks of the Western Mountains.
The fallen trees in the distance were sparsely scattered over the fields like clouds of smoke, and everything seemed extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.
Yang Hui felt that this village seemed pretty good. However, it just lacked a breath, making it feel cold and uncomfortable.
It's too quiet.
Yang Hui walked in.
As soon as he stepped onto the bridge over the creek next to the village, Yang Hui realized something was wrong.
He could clearly feel that there seemed to be some kind of mechanism under his feet.
It seems that this place is definitely not as simple as I imagined.
Yang Hui understood what was so difficult about the Wan Teng Pagoda. There were traps and mechanisms everywhere. He had to face poisonous beasts alone. It was indeed a nightmare for many practitioners.
Far far away from the Wan Teng Pagoda. Thousands of miles away from the Wan Teng Sect,
Tiangan City.
The deciduous trees in the north have withered away, but the beauty of the autumn leaves and the sweetness that Jing Lanqing experienced prevented her from feeling sad about their fall. Even the chilling power of autumn in the north was diluted.
Perhaps it is precisely because autumn in the north is so chill that there is a strong sense of autumn composed of fallen leaves. In the warm and humid Yuxiu Peak, where Jinglan Qing has lived for a long time, the withering of leaves will spread throughout the two seasons of autumn and winter, and they will fall slowly and slowly, showing the The situation is extremely reluctant, so there is no scene of fallen leaves as dense as rain, and most of the fallen leaves are dead.
The leaves are far less colorful than those in the north. Moreover, for some mysterious reason, some leaves become dry and hard and hang on the bare branches. In the spring, new green sprouts under the petioles, and then they are pushed down. A dead leaf vividly paints the somber scenery of autumn and winter.
The goshawk hovers above this lifeless world, obsessively waiting for the promise of no regrets for thousands of years. Why doesn't it leave? The wind in the valley passes through the wilderness, and suddenly there is an answer in the silence. The goshawk proudly flies in the iron In the similar gray, the two wings draw out the regrets and persistence of life.
Tiangan City is now facing a formidable enemy. It seems that someone wants to harm Tiangan City and Dikun City.
At this time, everything in Tiangan City would not make anyone feel relaxed.
Jing Lanqing was no exception. She and Cheng Lei had left long ago because they did not want to get involved in such a situation.
More than herself, Jing Lanqing is still worried about Yang Hui.
What's wrong with him now?
There are no rugged and strange rocks on the mountain, but there are lush trees. There is an unknown flower tree, sober among the crowd, blooming in season. Among the green clouds, there are a few misty houses on the top of the mountain, and there are people there. I was looking in front of the window, overlooking the center of the river.
After leaving Tiangan City and entering the high mountains, the strange climate in Tiangan City is left far behind. The cold air from the snow-capped mountains that comes to you will immediately make you feel as cool as autumn. The blue sky is set against the towering huge snow. Peak, under the sun, a few white clouds cast cloud shadows among the snow peaks, like a few silver-gray dark flowers embroidered on the white satin. The melted snow water flew down from the cliffs, like thousands of shining stars. Yin Lian. The falling snow water merged into a rushing stream at the foot of the mountain, and the waves were thrown upward, forming thousands of white lotuses in full bloom. But every time they reached the slow migratory eddy, there were fish jumping.
Going further in, the Tianshan Mountains become more and more beautiful. Along the snow line of the white-capped peaks, there is an endless stretch of green primeval forest. The dense Tasong pines are like giant umbrellas holding up the sky, and the overlapping branches are like Only flecks of tiny sun shadows are left out. When riding a horse through the forest, you can only hear the sound of horse hooves splashing water flowing over the rocks, which adds to the tranquility of the dense forest. In the depths of this forest sea, even birds rarely fly. You can only occasionally hear a few birdsong in the distance. If you dismount and sit on a rock to smoke and rest, although the sun is shining brightly outside the forest, the red light of cigarette butts is shining in the dense forest that blocks the sun. Judging from the two charred dead trees accidentally discovered, it seems that hard-working hunters may have come here, made a fire to camp at midnight, and roasted the hunted game.
Jing Lanqing was not in the mood to look at everything.