Pear blossoms, full of fragrance, fall silently from the top of the head.

Xi Mutong sat under the tree, allowing himself to be piled up into a pear blossom snowman by naughty petals again.

After a long time, she looked at the blue sky, and suddenly a strange look appeared on her face, and she began to chant a series of names in her mouth: "Jiluo Mountain...... Luoyin Zhuyu ...... Water Bell...... Taketsuki ...... Jiangnan Zimo ......"

I don't know how many I thought, the blankness in my eyes that has been lingering for seven days has gradually faded, and a cold light has replaced the little woman's timid eyes, she jumped up as if frightened, and the shy face just now disappeared in an instant.

She clenched her fists, her soft body, suddenly burst out with infinite majesty, the corners of her mouth sneered and confided, and then flicked her Zen fingers, and the powerful internal force had gathered into a purple sword qi in the blink of an eye, piercing her fingers, and hitting the soil under her feet, shocking that a large number of petals swirled up with the air waves, which were as tall as a person, and exploded at a very fast speed, scattering and fleeing in all directions.

"It turns out that I am, the immortal head from Jiluo Mountain, Xi Mutong!" Seven days have passed in the pear blossom pass, and her memory has been restored.

She raised her head proudly, her face as cold as ice, no longer looking at the flowers, and her sharp eyes as lightning unambiguously cast on the Tomb of Despair, carefully examining the mountain shadow that loomed in the clouds. After thinking for a moment, she waved her hand to summon a cloud, and floated up, heading straight for the emerald green peak, intending to find the dilapidated palace mentioned by Feather Wind and find out.

On the green peak, a thin stream meanders.

From the bottom up, the stream looks like a deliberately drawn route into the mountain, which is very clear.

Xi Mutong jumped off the floating clouds and stepped on the ground, looked back along the stream, but what she saw was the Pear Blossom Pass, and her suspicions were finally completely confirmed: the small bridge in the Pear Blossom Pass flowed into the Tomb of Despair and turned into a stream, which is actually the link between the green peak and the valley. Therefore, the direction of the small river is not really as Yu Feng said, and it flows out of the pear blossom pass and joins the snowfield, and freezes again.

"You know that my memories will eventually be restored, so why bother to lie to me? What is hidden in the Tomb of Despair? Is it your true identity? And let me see what the hell you are doing!"

She looked at the pear blossom pass and sneered repeatedly, and then flew up the stream, and saw a spring, bubbling out from the moist mountain wall, bubbling out with slightly hot water.

"This is the Yukisawa spring water he used to make wine!" she picked up a handful of warm spring water and tasted it, as if she had experienced the sweetness of the pear blossom brew again.

The stream showed the way, and soon she was in front of the ruined palace.

Jumping into the air and looking down, you can see that the palace covers an extremely wide area, like a small city on the top of the mountain, but because it has been uninhabited for many years, the whole palace city is broken and ruined, and the eyes are full of gloom. Falling back to the entrance of the main hall, on the thick dark iron gate, a huge door plaque was entwined with green vines, and the handwriting on the plaque was also heavily covered with vines.

Xi Mutong raised his arm and pointed to the heavenly sword, and the green vine where the lightsaber passed was broken, revealing four big characters on the plaque with the gold paint peeling off: Tomb of Despair.

"The Tomb of Despair is not a shame, the Song Sword, the Qin Yu Wanna, the Zheng Food, the Emperor, the Emperor, the Emperor

With a full stomach full of questions, she was eager to enter the temple to explore, and tried hard to push the dark iron gate, and tried several times, but the gate did not move as if it had been rusted to death.

Time is passing quickly, the feather wind in the pear blossom pass does not know whether it has awakened, she simply gave up the door, walked out of the lotus pond and stepped on the wall from the side of the door, and then used the sword to test it, piercing the top of the palace barrier, a few vertical leaps have crossed the door, standing firmly in the palace. (To be continued.) )