The mountains reflect the moon, the old corridor is quiet, and the water drops on the eaves outside the house are tinkling all night without disturbing.

Hearing Nie Xiaofeng's low exclamation, her soft body rose from the couch, Luo Xuan restrained her frowns, stood still, and pretended to be asleep.

Her eyes were closed, but she could see her movements clearly, she leaned against the corner of the bed, her legs shrunk together, one hand uneasily clutched the curtain beside her, and she looked at him in disbelief, her eyes trembling with horror and trembling.

Her panicked eyes swept across the room, and she lowered her head shallowly, as if she couldn't understand why she was here.

As soon as her feet hit the ground, she secretly let out a long breath, frightened, and wanted to leave, but stopped in less than half a step, and one end of the original skirt had already been pressed by Luo Xuan in her crotch.

She was at a loss, firmly staring at Luo Xuan's heavy body, sweating on her cheeks, and hurriedly out of the room to fry and burn. Luo Xuan deliberately didn't look at it, secretly laughed in his heart, and finally decided to let her go, he was slightly drunk in his nose, turned over, she was like a great enemy, agile and unparalleled, taking advantage of the moment to pull out the corner of her skirt, and turned around and fled in a hurry, the sound of opening the door was extremely slight, and she was not in a hurry.

Hearing her go out, Luo Xuan jumped up, full of refreshment that he had not seen in his life, and followed her footsteps, but he hid in the dark all the way, keeping it secret.

She walked through the deep corridor, swept through the incense bushes, wiped the Dan room, and when she bypassed the quiet room, her footsteps were far away, as if she was afraid that the sandalwood in the inner part was still boiling. The night was thick, and in late spring, she shrugged her shoulders slightly and walked towards the swing pavilion that Luo Xuan ordered Tianxiang to build for her.

Standing at Qiantou, she was dazed for a long time, stretched out her hand and gently pushed Qian's temptation, and finally sat down, shook twice, the corners of her lips just showed a bright smile, and then stopped, her head leaned on the simple hibiscus fiber on the side, her eyes were panicked, as if she was stuck in a memory.

Luo Xuan stood sideways in the gloom at the corner of the corridor, struggling to walk, in a dilemma.

It didn't take long for her to straighten up, look up at the sky, the sky was splendid, the stars were wandering, she blinked her big eyes, inhaled the night, rubbed the ground and stood up from the pendulum, and in an instant she was active and happy again. Luo Xuan's heart moved slightly, she has always been like this, the world is difficult, indomitable, like a phoenix flower smiling at the disaster.

I saw her push the door into her old bedroom, but she turned around and closed the door openly, as if she was afraid of prying eyes. She looked around the room, touching here and there, and knew where everything was placed.

Slowly sat down in front of the openwork bronze mirror, she pulled out the makeup red dai box used that year, took out the fishbone comb from the first layer, combed the mirror, sorted out the scattered green silk neatly, obliquely curled a bun at the back of the head, held it down, and rummaged in the dai box with one hand.

Seeing that she inadvertently pursed her lips again, Luo Xuan knew that these shallow and rough were how to match her, and at the moment he added to his heart - he wanted her to spend her youth by his side, but these girl decorations could only be secretly prepared when they were in the market in the sky, and they had no time to wear them on weekdays, and the only time they were dressed up and were clearly beautiful and moving, but he coldly reprimanded them as "people are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts".

He turned his back to the eaves of her window, and sighed secretly in his heart, from now on, he could not treat her like this.

But when she heard that Nie Xiaofeng was busy in the inner compartment again, when she looked again, she had already found the carved sandalwood coffin he put back in her room, and when she opened it, she was speechless for three moments, and her jade hand holding half of the green silk trembled slightly.

After a long time, she took the nine rings in the coffin with her other hand, pulled a knot at one end, and embedded it in the green silk in the mirror. With such a hoop, the bun is stable, hanging down half a strand, encircling her white neck, and it is graceful and moving. Nine chains of silver-white bodies greeted the moonlight, lying on the tips of black hair, adding to the shivering and trembling.

Back then, Luo Xuan's little sister Luo Yi loved to play with this nine-link ring, but she couldn't dismantle it with all her might, and every time she had to be a brother to help, she dismantled and reinstalled, installed and dismantled, and the little sister couldn't remember those steps, but the young Nie Xiaofeng only used a gust of wind to easily untie the nine links, and even if she solved it, she also had a whim and used it as a hairpin, it seems that women in the world can't imagine it, she can easily come to it.

Luo Xuan looked at the delicate state in her room, and his eyes darkened. After a few years, she has never dreamed, but now she is sitting alive in his old mountain of mourning, in the past heartfelt court to groom in the mirror, if it is not a godsend, what should it be?

As soon as he thought of this, his body did not obey the call, his feet moved slightly, and he stepped on two pieces of gravel with a creak, and the sound suddenly spread in the empty mountain.

Suddenly, everything in her room was dark, bright light, warm incense, and the silhouette of the window head all disappeared, and it was dark and bottomless.

"Xiaofeng?" Luo Xuan called her softly, and in the bedroom, which had been silent for a long time, and the lifeless atmosphere finally came from her cold and lonely voice like a tomb: "Xiaofeng has already slept, Master, you should rest early." ”

Luo Xuan closed his eyes, opened them again in a hurry, and couldn't spit out the words until the tip of his tongue was too loud, afraid that the voice would be too heavy and scare her away, afraid that the voice would be too soft and she wouldn't be able to stay.

"Xiaofeng," he tried to calm down: "It's late at night, the bedding in your house is light, so let's go back to the room with the master to sleep, okay?"

The room was empty, as if all life had been drained in an instant.

"Xiaofeng?" Luo Xuan was cautious, suffering from gains and losses, and suddenly his heart was shocked, he had a premonition, and pushed open the door suddenly-

The room has long been broken eaves, cobwebs, thousands of dust, clearly a dilapidated ghost that has been abandoned for more than 30 years, where is the gentle scene he just saw?

"Xiaofeng!" Luo Xuanji walked into her room, where was she nowhere to be seen. He rummaged around, so anxious that he spun in place: "Xiaofeng, where are you?"

A gust of wind suddenly flashed in the corner of her eyes, and the silver and desolate nine rings in her hair instantly grabbed Luo Xuan's consciousness, "Xiaofeng!" he shouted, his voice was sour, Nie Xiaofeng's snow-white dress fluttered, and he rushed straight to the opposite wall in front of him, and passed through it out of thin air.

Luo Xuan was so anxious that he didn't have time to think about anything, and followed her through the thick wall, she walked very fast, fluttering like flying, although Luo Xuan mobilized his whole body to chase after him, but he was still far away, as if a part of his body was firmly pulled by a force and bolted into the distance.

She fluttered lightly across the mountains of mourning, like a bright paper kite high above in the dark night, Luo Xuan chased all the way up, and barely kept up with her extraordinary foot strength, but saw her slowly falling to the peak of her life, standing next to the lonely grave, suddenly stopped, her eyes downward, as if she was stunned by some scene.

Luo Xuan chased after her, and looked down across a cracked ditch with her, only to see a red coffin trapped in the depths of the ravine, the coffin lid was wide open, and a person and a body were embracing each other in the middle, looking fixedly, wasn't it him Luo Xuan and her Nie Xiaofeng?

Seeing that she was lying in the coffin in her shirt, holding her petite corpse in her arms, her lips were full of her gray hair, and she even hugged her shin with one hand and clasped her waist... It turned out that Fang was in a state of turmoil, and he didn't know that he was so ridiculous.

"Xiaofeng... Luo Xuan peeked at her suddenly, she stood on the edge of the ditch, her bleak little face was also red and white, it turned out that they had both left their bodies, and they both returned to the old bed of the old mourning prison, and dimly carried out the old things that were turned upside down more than 30 years ago.

"You。。。 Nie Xiaofeng stretched out a hand and pointed at Luo Xuan's nose through the huge ravine, her face was blue and red, but she was also smeared with shame in her anger, Luo Xuan was stunned, and found that she had never appreciated her beauty when she was so angry. Seeing him look like this, Nie Xiaofeng was even more ashamed and angry, turned around and knocked three times on his grave with the joint of his index finger, and a wide crack opened on the grave, and she bowed down and got into it.

Luo Xuan's involuntary smile suddenly froze at the corner of his mouth, "Xiaofeng!" He reflexively jumped over the wide ditch, pounced, and plunged into the crack before the grave closed.

The wind in his ears is hunting, like entering the ghost valley of the yin ruins, and his body sinks bottomlessly, only Nie Xiaofeng's white skirt is not far away and floating in front of him, Luo Xuan's heart is like being crawled by random ants, and he has carried a thousand pound pendant several times and descended violently, but he has never been able to touch half of her body.

Suddenly, Nie Xiaofeng's descent slowed down, and the corners of her white skirt slowly floated up, Luo Xuan didn't expect it, she fell down heavily, hit her head on the rugged ground, dizzy and white, and wanted to get up, but her limbs were as difficult to control as if they were broken.

Nie Xiaofeng landed at this time, and he didn't dive at all, and he flew forward a few meters away like a white bird.

Luo Xuan looked up and couldn't help but be surprised!

I saw that she was rushing to a hundred meters away from an overwhelming place, shining with a huge silver and blue cold light, the side of the wall is a sky, the starlight on the field floats, vast, the sun and the moon hang high in the sky, but look at each other bleak, the sky and the earth are dark and chaotic, it is difficult to distinguish each other, the horizon is far away with the aurora thousands of wisps, the whole wasteland and the black hole-like Qiankun are connected, as if the sky is the mouth, the underworld is the tongue, swallowing the sky and the earth, as far as the eye can see, and then there is no end.

After many years of seeing and hearing, Luo Xuan realized that this place was the entrance to the Netherworld Realm in the midst of all opinions.

The closer he got to the entrance of the Underworld, the more he felt that his body was as heavy as a mountain, and his demeanor was difficult, Luo Xuan staggered after the back of Nie Xiaofeng, who was extremely excited at the moment: "Xiaofeng, don't go!"

He was on this dome wasteland at the junction of life and hell, and it was difficult for him to even summon a voice. Nie Xiaofeng easily passed through the earth-covered Immortal Darkness Wall, and his footsteps never stopped, running farther and farther into the depths of the Underworld.

"Nie Xiaofeng, you stop!" Luo Xuan shouted to stop her, and his heart couldn't help but feel upset - thinking that she was well-behaved and obedient in everything back then, Shunxiu lowered her eyebrows, and obeyed his orders, but now she refused to give him even a chance to speak.

Will it be that as soon as you hide back in this wilderness, you will be free, and your wings will grow stiff?

Even if you can change seventy-two times, you can run to the ends of the earth, you Nie Xiaofeng have been my Luo Xuan's apprentice for a day, and you will be mine for the rest of your life!

The nine rings flashing between the tips of Nie Xiaofeng's hair were beating happily with her footsteps on this boundless underworld at this moment, injecting infinite vitality into Luo Xuan's chest.

Hearing a bang, the flesh collided, and the whole body was in severe pain, Luo Xuan was hit hard and fell to the ground, the wall did not move at all, the brilliance on the wall was dazzling, and it was beautiful, but it was a streamer, looking at the people on the ground coldly.

He stood up and touched it inch by inch, this wall is like a spiritual rhino, and when it is touched by a living person, it will absorb the energy of the human spirit, and the essence is solid, and it is difficult to break through.

Nie Xiaofeng looked back and saw that Luo Xuan was trapped outside the bi, obviously relieved, she finally stopped and stood to look at him from a distance, her gaze seemed to be goodbye.

"Master," her voice came from afar: "Your life is not over, how can you not enter this underworld, you can't kill me!"

Luo Xuan was stunned when he heard this, and the gesture of wanting to split the wall of the Immortal Soul with his palm suddenly froze in the air. She had always been so afraid of him in her heart, so she desperately escaped all the way?

Luo Xuan raised his eyes to look at her, she was also looking at him, looking at each other, across the wall of life and darkness of Jing Wei Yin and Yang, Luo Xuan suddenly found that this was the first time she had looked at the two of them in more than 20 years since she died.

Nie Xiaofeng glanced at Luo Xuan again in a daze, a clear tear slipped into the corner of her eyes, her knees were soft, she knelt down in the direction of Luo Xuan, and said mournfully: "Master, Xiaofeng has known mistakes in his life, and he will never make them again in the future, please don't annoy me again, and don't invite me back to Yang, Xiaofeng is here to thank Master for saving his life back then, eight years of nurturing love, farewell today,"

She prostrated herself and bowed heavily: "From now on, heaven and earth will never be again." ”

His chest was torn and hurt as if he had been hit by an ice pick, and Luo Xuan's legs were weak, and he and she both knelt down at the ends of the living wall.

Nie Xiaofeng got up and walked to the depths of the underworld, without looking back.

Seeing that Nie Xiaofeng's weak back was getting farther and farther away, melting into the vast night, the road was not innocent and desolate, and the huge mourning attacked the sky again, Luo Xuan didn't have time to speak, he didn't have time to hate, he just flew up and down along this infinite forbidden phase, and slashed this immovable eternal forbidden bi with one palm.

He used all his dry yang fingers, Kongtong palms, thunder slashes, rivers broken, mountain splits, Brahma is missing, Pilu Po, crazy demons, all things are destroyed, collect the universe, pour out all the bits, Bahu has learned all his life, and he has realized it in a lifetime, all of which are used to split this wall of life and death, only to find a weak point in it, to find a blind corner of it, and to split his bones and tendons, flesh and blood, a palm is branded on Yingguangbi's body, and it fades into nothing in a blink of an eye.

Luo Xuan had lost consciousness, and only cared about slashing Cao Bi one after another with one palm, his wrist was shattered, hideous and sharp, and the treacherous sunset slowly sank in his empty palm.

It turns out that the night sky on the underworld is still the protagonist of Toad Palace. It turned out that everything was as he expected, everything would not change because of people, life and death, heaven and earth, all things, the world, the universe, everything would not change because of people.