Lights on the other side

It was already night when the few people returned to the inn, and the whole city was still extremely calm, with stars shining above their heads and the evening breeze blowing gently.In normal times, this can be said to be a breezy night.But at this moment, a few people are in high spirits.

Just after a shadow puppet show was over, killing intent was everywhere, and the wooden plank under his feet suddenly disappeared, forming a black void. A pale woman directly grabbed Li Ruoci's feet from below. The black is particularly conspicuous, and the big red lips are also very strange.

Li Ruoci didn't hold back, and directly drew a sharp wind blade with the fan, and cut off her hand. Blood spurted out immediately and touched the corner of his clothes, but disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the woman was instantly turned into powder.

Hallucinations, hallucinations again.

Li Ruoci was very troubled.

In the dark, illusory entanglements are matched with real swords and swords.

Li Mo'er has been protecting Jianghuai for fear that he will be injured.The long sword in her hand has been unsheathed, with a silver light.

Pei Shi over there got a gap, then concentrated, and directly shattered the entire illusion.

In the next second, the board really collapsed.

At the moment of falling, Li Ruoci saw layers of formations below, and thought: Who doesn't bother?

He had just finished his luck and stabilized his figure, but he felt a tightness in his wrist. When he looked up, he saw Pei Shi coming down and reaching out to hold him. Behind him was densely packed blades. He exchanged positions with him, raised his sword and blocked all the blades back.

The various formations are constantly exchanging positions, and new attack methods have changed.

A powerful attraction came from top to bottom, and Pei Shi quickly pulled him to the edge. The wooden board here has not been completely damaged, so Li Ruoci has no problem standing on it.

After settling Li Ruoci, Pei Shi immediately jumped down, and the emptiness of darkness immediately engulfed the white figure.

Seeing this, Li Mo'er over there brought Jiang Huai here, and said, "Jiang Huai, take a good look at this brother, I'll go down and have a look."

Jiang Huai nodded, and Li Mo'er also jumped down.

It was pitch black below, except for the whistling wind.

Jiang Huai frowned, and asked worriedly: "Are they going to be okay?"

Li Ruoci said: "It should be fine."

He stretched out his hand against the window, and a huge force bounced him back.

He thought silently: Sure enough, you can only go out if you destroy the formation. I don't know how efficient Pei Shi and Li Mo'er are?

When the plank was broken just now, he vaguely saw a person standing outside, his whole body wrapped in black cloth, which reminded him of the person with burnt face on the Misty Ship.

But it seems that the person is no longer here, and probably escaped with Le Shangliu after the formation was activated, and the few boys also disappeared.

After waiting for a while, he felt that the pressure around him was gone, so he looked down subconsciously, and Pei Shi and Li Mo'er flew up one after the other.

Seeing Pei Shi's worried face, Li Ruoci said, "What's wrong? They ran away, but..."

Pei Shi said: "It's not this, let's talk about it when we go back."

The surroundings are in a mess, and the stairs and the like have been completely destroyed.Several people had to jump from the window.

After arriving at the inn, Pei Shi lit the oil lamp, and the warm yellow light immediately filled the whole room.

Several people settled down around the table, Li Mo'er pushed Jiang Huai and said, "Call Wuxia over."

Under the light, Li Ruoci noticed a shallow cut on Li Mo'er's face, and Pei Shi obviously saw it, so he turned around and took out an ointment, handed it to Li Mo'er, and reminded: "Clean the wound first."

Li Mo'er smiled: "It's so sweet."

Pei Shi also smiled: "It's not good for a girl to leave a wound on her face."

Li Mo'er turned to look for water, just in time to meet Sheng Wuxia who walked in.

"Sister, you..."

"I'm fine, just sit there first."

After several people arrived, Li Mo'er spoke first: "No matter what the reason is, that Le Shangliu wanted to kill us. The formation was really dangerous, but he didn't succeed in the end, otherwise we would kill us." The end will not be any better than those thirty people."

Pei Shi went on to say: "Besides this, there is another discovery. After I went down with Sister Man'er, I found that the formation below is very distinctive."

Li Ruoci looked at him: "How to say?"

"Only people from the Wuxitian will form formations like this."

Li Ruoci asked again: "Are you sure?"

Pei Shi nodded: "I'm very familiar with it, and you also know that the formation diagrams handed down will be different, so each sect has its own understanding, and it will be improved based on the situation of the sect."

Li Ruoci pondered: "This time it's more complicated."

Li Mo'er was silent for a while, then turned to Sheng Wuxia and said, "Wuxia, can you tell us what happened that day? I know you may have something to hide, but it's now..."

"Senior Sister." Sheng Wuxia interrupted her.

Li Mo'er was stunned.

"I'm sorry." Sheng Wuxia suddenly and solemnly apologized to them.

Pei Shi was a little caught off guard. Sheng Wuxia was always a little cold, and he basically didn't have any major emotional ups and downs. Normally, he would definitely have to joke a few words, but in this situation, he really didn't have any thoughts at all.

Sheng Wuxia's condition was not very good, his clothes and hair were messy, and he looked very tired.

Pei Shi said: "It's nothing, everyone will hide something from others for some reason."

"Wuxia." Li Mo'er slowed down her tone, and raised her hand to smooth the broken hair on Sheng Wuxia's forehead.

Sheng Wuxia made a slight adjustment, trying to keep her tone as calm as possible: "All these things... are indeed about my mother."

Next, Sheng Wuxia slowly talked about his experience that day.

After entering the second floor of Tongyi Pavilion, like everyone else, he fell into an illusion. He could have broken through this illusion immediately, but in this illusion, he saw his mother.His mother was still the same as when she was young, smiling at him shallowly.His throat was sore, and he took a step forward, but his mother turned around and left, maybe because she missed him too much, he didn't get away immediately, but walked out with her.

When he felt something was wrong, he shattered the illusion, but he had already left the Tongyi Pavilion and came to the street.

Scattered people had already left on the street. He looked around and saw a little girl in red on the second floor of a restaurant, about six or seven years old, holding a small flower ball with a bell in her hand, looking at it with a smile. with him.

He immediately thought of the little girl in red that was mentioned in that letter, and felt that something was wrong, so he chased after her.

The little girl went round and round with him, and came to a piano pavilion. She smiled back at him, and then disappeared.

He walked into the piano pavilion, but no one stopped him.The first floor is a large empty room, unusually quiet, with a circle of white paper hanging in the middle.

The wind blew in through the wide-open window, blowing the paper and rattling, at this moment, through the gap in the paper, he saw a person bending over to paint.

He walked over, but couldn't help but catch his breath, a person was drawn on the back of the white paper, this person was either sitting or standing, or smiling or staring.

This person was deeply engraved in his life, gave him life, and accompanied him for 13 years, and he recognized it at a glance.

He took a deep breath and turned to look at the person who was still drawing with a pen.

It was still the same person in the painting, with blue silk and black hair splashed with ink, a flowing sword on his back, and clear eyes, giving people a feeling of calmness.

He finally couldn't help but say: "Who are you? How did you know my mother?"

The man stopped writing at this moment, and then carefully tidied up the table, for fear of soiling the portrait in front of him.

He stared fixedly at Sheng Wuxia's face, and after a while he said, "Sheng Wuxia...is his name Sheng Wuxia."

"Yes, you are the one who wrote to me?"

"good."

Sheng Wuxia thought about it carefully, but still couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"An old man from Qingzhou, what is an old man?"

The man said softly, "I once knew your mother."