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The grass falls with the wind, and the continuous mountain peaks are like the shadow of the sky. At the foot of the mountain is the sun shining like blood, but under the eaves is another color. The ancient cypresses are like ferocious ghost claws, and the gray appendix and walls seem to be shrouded in a vast haze.
Having seen "a line of sky" and not "one size fits all", Ling Miaomiao could not help frowning: "what's the matter? It's too evil."
The murmur didn't make a sound. His dark eyes were still looking there. The corners of his mouth were tight. The magic handle in his sleeve slipped down silently, and he held it tightly.
Ling Miaomiao knows that he is on the alert at the moment.
The sword like sunlight was directly on his forehead. He didn't hide. He just stood up against the light and squinted slightly.
It's cloudy. The moving clouds cover the sun. Light and shade chase each other. The mountains in the distance seemed to be suddenly covered with the sun, and there seemed to be only two of them in a few miles of wasteland.
Murmur's hairband fluttered in the wind, making a whirring sound, gently brushing her cheek.
Ling Miaomiao pasted an inch to his side: "this It's not the Xingshan temple we went to that day, is it? "
Mu Sheng looks at her. Miaomiao raised her chin to a gray side hall: "Qingqing Yijian pine, transplanted in Lotus palace." the poem on the wall is missing. "
The young man's mouth turned slightly up, and his eyes were dark under his feather lashes: "it's really smart, but..." As soon as his smile deepened, it suddenly turned into a sneer, "the mountain is so big out of thin air, do you still need to distinguish it by two lines?"
Ling Miaomiao turned and looked at the mountains
With the "Xingshan Temple" getting closer and closer, the sky became more and more gloomy, and the wind became stronger and stronger, sweeping the fallen leaves and the dust, and there was a tendency to scratch the bones.
Ling Miaomiao kept looking up at the sky. The sky had become dark yellow and confused. The shadows of the trees in the distance were shaking violently, making a "Hua La" sound. "Hello..." "It looks like a sandstorm," she whispered
Mu Sheng was thinking all the way. Hearing wonderful words, he raised his head and looked sideways at the sky. His eyes turned slowly.
"Ah..." Miaomiao followed him and let the dust get lost. He quickly stretched out his hand and held Mu Sheng's clothes. He began to cough crazily and shed tears. "Shall we find a place to avoid it?"
Mu Sheng looked down at the hand holding the corner of his clothes - he had been thrown in the crowd too many times, and it became her habitual action to catch him.
Ling Miaomiao has already coughed and bent down. His knuckles are getting tighter and tighter. He drags him forward. He frowns: "the sand goes into his eyes, not into his throat. What's the matter with you?"
Ling Miaomiao rubbed his eyes and stood up straight. A pair of apricots were as red as a rabbit: "what do you know, my father taught me, so that I can shake the sand out of my eyes." Show off like a forward face, "here, you see."
“……” He pinched Ling Miaomiao's jaw and looked at it carefully, regardless of her struggle. Under the big and black eyes, the fundus of his eyes was as red as bleeding, but there was a kind of morbid color.
It's so delicate. He looks at her wandering. It's so easy for her to become red like this
The sandstorm became more and more rampant, and their hair was covered with yellow dust. Miaomiao looked at Mu Sheng and looked at himself motionlessly, "how dare you stare like that?" Ling Miaomiao was so angry, "you're not afraid of sand in your big eyes..." Before his words came down, his hands relaxed, his eyes suddenly closed, and in a second, he became a picture.
I'm afraid of what I'm afraid of.
"Don't move..." Ling Miaomiao stood on tiptoe carefully and patted him placidly on the shoulder: "you You squat down first. "
Musheng was as stiff as a sculpture. He sat down slowly with his legs closed, his eyes closed tightly, his long and curly eyelashes overturned, and Ling Miaomiao raised his face.
Hum, Feng Shui turns around.
Ling Miaomiao began to gloat: "master mu, do you cough by yourself, or do you want me to blow it for you?"
Mu Sheng raised his head without saying a word. Under the ornament of the slender feather eyelashes, the young man's cheek was so gentle that he couldn't bear to bully.
"Well, you can do it." Ling Miaomiao took a deep breath and gently held his face. Her cheek was warm, and her heart suddenly jumped wildly.
"What are you waiting for?" After waiting for a moment, he didn't see her move. His eyes were forced to open. His moist black eyes were fixed on her, shining like stars. His eyes were pricked red, but his tone was indifferent and displeased. "I really can't count on it."
Ling Miaomiao was so scared that she let go of her hand and couldn't help looking closer. Her two red eyes were opposite each other. Miaomiao frowned: "your eyes are so red."
There was a slight pity in her eyes, just like a thin light, which rushed into his chest.
He gave a hand, but she caught him nervously. "Don't rub it," she said earnestly, "hurt your eyes. Cry and wash away with tears. "
Tears? Mu Sheng's eyes rotate blankly. The gravel seems to be grinding into pearls in the clam meat. The eyes are very dry.
Born without tears, although those eyes are like autumn pools, full of water vapor all the year round, the water vapor is the most vain existence. It is the moon in the mirror, like his beautiful but false skin bag.What is the taste of tears?
The only way to endure this kind of stinging pain was to be familiar with it so easily that he didn't even raise his eyebrow.
When she was in trance, the girl suddenly held his face. Her face came close to him, with the fragrance of jasmine on her forehead and hair. It was as gentle as if she had only blown two or three pieces of down. A cool wind swept his eyes, and he instinctively closed his eyes.
Such a rare gentle as ebb tide quickly left, she avoided suspicion like convergence of their own care.
"Mu Sheng." When she opened her eyes, she stepped back two or three steps away, pursed her lips slightly, and asked nervously, "are you better?"
The sandstorm is still raging.
He sat silently on the edge of the dirt road, his hair tip swinging in the wind: "come here, sit behind me."
Ling Miaomiao looked at him for a long time. She thought that the Black Lotus would not be embarrassed by a grain of sand. So she nodded and hid behind him.
There was no expression on the boy's face, his thin lips slightly pursed, his right hand stood up, his left hand quickly pasted a rune, and the light burst out in his arms. In an instant, the wind rolled up the dust, like a funnel, which was sucked into his hands upside down. The trees were almost uprooted, and the weather was uncertain.
The whirlwind swung from side to side, like a big insect blocking the sky. It twisted its body and struggled. After a while, it suddenly got into the arms of admiration. It seemed that it was pulled open and blindfolded, and suddenly became bright.
The trees that were blown noisily were calm in an instant.
Ling Miaomiao looked at the sunny day and was shocked by the fighting power of the Black Lotus.
This year, there is mu Sheng, and it's time for Lei Gong to lose his job.
She curiously put her head on his shoulder: "you have such a powerful magic weapon. Why didn't you take it out earlier?"
Mu Sheng looks at the orange charm in his hand. After a while, he turns his head slightly and shows her the paper. His smile is strange. As like as two peas of
, he saw two of the magic words in his hand. The spell below was very old, yellow had brown and the corners were incomplete, but when she saw the shape, it was like a mugin, so she almost didn't know it when it was stacked together.
"- do you mean that the sandstorm just now is the ghost of the old amulet at the bottom?"
"It's a seal, and it's only the first one. This kind of seal is intended to isolate the entry and exit and suppress ghosts and gods. " The corner of his mouth is slightly cocked up, and his face is dim. "This is my seal."
"Mu Mujia's seal Ling Miaomiao said coldly, "look at this rune. Is it that Princess Zhao has concealed something? She called Mu's family many years ago?"
The sun shone on Mu Sheng's face and said, "it's interesting that mu huaijiang and Bai Jin once sealed Xingshan temple in this wasteland together."
Miaomiao carefully looked at the mirage like building. There was no one inside and outside, and the grass was even in the sky. How could it look like a ghost: "is this really Xingshan temple?"
Mu Sheng sneered: "back to the mountain, stand at midnight, sit on the dead line, jump out of the three realms, not in the five elements This is the real Xingshan temple. "
"The rumors and legends of that year were suppressed by the first emperor." Lu Jiu's voice became lower and lower, so mu Yao had to get close to him.
"It is said that ten years ago, shortly after the construction of Xingshan temple, something happened. All the three abbots died overnight, and the red light above the temple lasted for three days and nights. Since then, the old temple was sealed. Be busy at putting up installations, as like as two peas, the emperor built a similar Xingxing temple in the south of Changan.
At the end of the speech, he drew a sly and sarcastic smile from the corner of his mouth.
Mu Yao's lips trembled and wanted to say something. At last, she just took a breath in surprise.
"So, Miss mu, do you understand what I mean?" The young Xiangshi was very thin, with prominent cheekbones on his cheek. He didn't look at Mu Yao's face when he spoke, but looked straight ahead. "The princess and even the whole royal family are not as simple as you think."
Mu Yao's steps stood still. Many thoughts flashed through her mind. Suddenly, she said, "when I was in the hall, Mr. Lu saw that there were ashes in it?"
Lu Jiu frowned and laughed, and his features were hidden in the shadow: "how can it be. As Miss Mu said, Lu is just a business man. "
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The grass falls with the wind, and the continuous mountain peaks are like the shadow of the sky. At the foot of the mountain is the sun shining like blood, but under the eaves is another color. The ancient cypresses are like ferocious ghost claws, and the gray appendix and walls seem to be shrouded in a vast haze.
Having seen "a line of sky" and not "one size fits all", Ling Miaomiao could not help frowning: "what's the matter? It's too evil."
The murmur didn't make a sound. His dark eyes were still looking there. The corners of his mouth were tight. The magic handle in his sleeve slipped down silently, and he held it tightly.
Ling Miaomiao knows that he is on the alert at the moment.
The sword like sunlight was directly on his forehead. He didn't hide. He just stood up against the light and squinted slightly.
It's cloudy. The moving clouds cover the sun. Light and shade chase each other. The mountains in the distance seemed to be suddenly covered with the sun, and there seemed to be only two of them in a few miles of wasteland.
Murmur's hairband fluttered in the wind, making a whirring sound, gently brushing her cheek.
Ling Miaomiao pasted an inch to his side: "this It's not the Xingshan temple we went to that day, is it? "
Mu Sheng looks at her. Miaomiao raised her chin to a gray side hall: "Qingqing Yijian pine, transplanted in Lotus palace." the poem on the wall is missing. "
The young man's mouth turned slightly up, and his eyes were dark under his feather lashes: "it's really smart, but..." As soon as his smile deepened, it suddenly turned into a sneer, "the mountain is so big out of thin air, do you still need to distinguish it by two lines?"
Ling Miaomiao turned and looked at the mountains
With the "Xingshan Temple" getting closer and closer, the sky became more and more gloomy, and the wind became stronger and stronger, sweeping the fallen leaves and the dust, and there was a tendency to scratch the bones.
Ling Miaomiao kept looking up at the sky. The sky had become dark yellow and confused. The shadows of the trees in the distance were shaking violently, making a "Hua La" sound. "Hello..." "It looks like a sandstorm," she whispered
Mu Sheng was thinking all the way. Hearing wonderful words, he raised his head and looked sideways at the sky. His eyes turned slowly.
"Ah..." Miaomiao followed him and let the dust get lost. He quickly stretched out his hand and held Mu Sheng's clothes. He began to cough crazily and shed tears. "Shall we find a place to avoid it?"
Mu Sheng looked down at the hand holding the corner of his clothes - he had been thrown in the crowd too many times, and it became her habitual action to catch him.
Ling Miaomiao has already coughed and bent down. His knuckles are getting tighter and tighter. He drags him forward. He frowns: "the sand goes into his eyes, not into his throat. What's the matter with you?"
Ling Miaomiao rubbed his eyes and stood up straight. A pair of apricots were as red as a rabbit: "what do you know, my father taught me, so that I can shake the sand out of my eyes." Show off like a forward face, "here, you see."
“……” He pinched Ling Miaomiao's jaw and looked at it carefully, regardless of her struggle. Under the big and black eyes, the fundus of his eyes was as red as bleeding, but there was a kind of morbid color.
It's so delicate. He looks at her wandering. It's so easy for her to become red like this
The sandstorm became more and more rampant, and their hair was covered with yellow dust. Miaomiao looked at Mu Sheng and looked at himself motionlessly, "how dare you stare like that?" Ling Miaomiao was so angry, "you're not afraid of sand in your big eyes..." Before his words came down, his hands relaxed, his eyes suddenly closed, and in a second, he became a picture.
I'm afraid of what I'm afraid of.
"Don't move..." Ling Miaomiao stood on tiptoe carefully and patted him placidly on the shoulder: "you You squat down first. "
Musheng was as stiff as a sculpture. He sat down slowly with his legs closed, his eyes closed tightly, his long and curly eyelashes overturned, and Ling Miaomiao raised his face.
Hum, Feng Shui turns around.
Ling Miaomiao began to gloat: "master mu, do you cough by yourself, or do you want me to blow it for you?"
Mu Sheng raised his head without saying a word. Under the ornament of the slender feather eyelashes, the young man's cheek was so gentle that he couldn't bear to bully.
"Well, you can do it." Ling Miaomiao took a deep breath and gently held his face. Her cheek was warm, and her heart suddenly jumped wildly.
"What are you waiting for?" After waiting for a moment, he didn't see her move. His eyes were forced to open. His moist black eyes were fixed on her, shining like stars. His eyes were pricked red, but his tone was indifferent and displeased. "I really can't count on it."
Ling Miaomiao was so scared that she let go of her hand and couldn't help looking closer. Her two red eyes were opposite each other. Miaomiao frowned: "your eyes are so red."
There was a slight pity in her eyes, just like a thin light, which rushed into his chest.
He gave a hand, but she caught him nervously. "Don't rub it," she said earnestly, "hurt your eyes. Cry and wash away with tears. "
Tears? Mu Sheng's eyes rotate blankly. The gravel seems to be grinding into pearls in the clam meat. The eyes are very dry.
Born without tears, although those eyes are like autumn pools, full of water vapor all the year round, the water vapor is the most vain existence. It is the moon in the mirror, like his beautiful but false skin bag.What is the taste of tears?
The only way to endure this kind of stinging pain was to be familiar with it so easily that he didn't even raise his eyebrow.
When she was in trance, the girl suddenly held his face. Her face came close to him, with the fragrance of jasmine on her forehead and hair. It was as gentle as if she had only blown two or three pieces of down. A cool wind swept his eyes, and he instinctively closed his eyes.
Such a rare gentle as ebb tide quickly left, she avoided suspicion like convergence of their own care.
"Mu Sheng." When she opened her eyes, she stepped back two or three steps away, pursed her lips slightly, and asked nervously, "are you better?"
The sandstorm is still raging.
He sat silently on the edge of the dirt road, his hair tip swinging in the wind: "come here, sit behind me."
Ling Miaomiao looked at him for a long time. She thought that the Black Lotus would not be embarrassed by a grain of sand. So she nodded and hid behind him.
There was no expression on the boy's face, his thin lips slightly pursed, his right hand stood up, his left hand quickly pasted a rune, and the light burst out in his arms. In an instant, the wind rolled up the dust, like a funnel, which was sucked into his hands upside down. The trees were almost uprooted, and the weather was uncertain.
The whirlwind swung from side to side, like a big insect blocking the sky. It twisted its body and struggled. After a while, it suddenly got into the arms of admiration. It seemed that it was pulled open and blindfolded, and suddenly became bright.
The trees that were blown noisily were calm in an instant.
Ling Miaomiao looked at the sunny day and was shocked by the fighting power of the Black Lotus.
This year, there is mu Sheng, and it's time for Lei Gong to lose his job.
She curiously put her head on his shoulder: "you have such a powerful magic weapon. Why didn't you take it out earlier?"
Mu Sheng looks at the orange charm in his hand. After a while, he turns his head slightly and shows her the paper. His smile is strange. As like as two peas of
, he saw two of the magic words in his hand. The spell below was very old, yellow had brown and the corners were incomplete, but when she saw the shape, it was like a mugin, so she almost didn't know it when it was stacked together.
"- do you mean that the sandstorm just now is the ghost of the old amulet at the bottom?"
"It's a seal, and it's only the first one. This kind of seal is intended to isolate the entry and exit and suppress ghosts and gods. " The corner of his mouth is slightly cocked up, and his face is dim. "This is my seal."
"Mu Mujia's seal Ling Miaomiao said coldly, "look at this rune. Is it that Princess Zhao has concealed something? She called Mu's family many years ago?"
The sun shone on Mu Sheng's face and said, "it's interesting that mu huaijiang and Bai Jin once sealed Xingshan temple in this wasteland together."
Miaomiao carefully looked at the mirage like building. There was no one inside and outside, and the grass was even in the sky. How could it look like a ghost: "is this really Xingshan temple?"
Mu Sheng sneered: "back to the mountain, stand at midnight, sit on the dead line, jump out of the three realms, not in the five elements This is the real Xingshan temple. "
"The rumors and legends of that year were suppressed by the first emperor." Lu Jiu's voice became lower and lower, so mu Yao had to get close to him.
"It is said that ten years ago, shortly after the construction of Xingshan temple, something happened. All the three abbots died overnight, and the red light above the temple lasted for three days and nights. Since then, the old temple was sealed. Be busy at putting up installations, as like as two peas, the emperor built a similar Xingxing temple in the south of Changan.
At the end of the speech, he drew a sly and sarcastic smile from the corner of his mouth.
Mu Yao's lips trembled and wanted to say something. At last, she just took a breath in surprise.
"So, Miss mu, do you understand what I mean?" The young Xiangshi was very thin, with prominent cheekbones on his cheek. He didn't look at Mu Yao's face when he spoke, but looked straight ahead. "The princess and even the whole royal family are not as simple as you think."
Mu Yao's steps stood still. Many thoughts flashed through her mind. Suddenly, she said, "when I was in the hall, Mr. Lu saw that there were ashes in it?"
Lu Jiu frowned and laughed, and his features were hidden in the shadow: "how can it be. As Miss Mu said, Lu is just a business man. "
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The grass falls with the wind, and the continuous mountain peaks are like the shadow of the sky. At the foot of the mountain is the sun shining like blood, but under the eaves is another color. The ancient cypresses are like ferocious ghost claws, and the gray appendix and walls seem to be shrouded in a vast haze. Having seen "a line of sky" and not "one size fits all", Ling Miaomiao could not help frowning: "what's the matter? It's too evil." The murmur didn't make a sound. His dark eyes were still looking there. The corners of his mouth were tight. The magic handle in his sleeve slipped down silently, and he held it tightly. Ling Miaomiao knows that he is on the alert at the moment. The sword like sunlight was directly on his forehead. He didn't hide. He just stood up against the light and squinted slightly. It's cloudy. The moving clouds cover the sun. Light and shade chase each other. The mountains in the distance seemed to be suddenly covered with the sun, and there seemed to be only two of them in a few miles of wasteland. Murmur's hairband fluttered in the wind, making a whirring sound, gently brushing her cheek. Ling Miaomiao pasted an inch to his side: "this It's not the Xingshan temple we went to that day, is it? " Mu Sheng looks at her. Miaomiao raised her chin to a gray side hall: "Qingqing Yijian pine, transplanted in Lotus palace." the poem on the wall is missing. " The young man's mouth turned slightly up, and his eyes were dark under his feather lashes: "it's really smart, but..." As soon as his smile deepened, it suddenly turned into a sneer, "the mountain is so big out of thin air, do you still need to distinguish it by two lines?" Ling Miaomiao turned and looked at the mountains With the "Xingshan Temple" getting closer and closer, the sky became more and more gloomy, and the wind became stronger and stronger, sweeping the fallen leaves and the dust, and there was a tendency to scratch the bones. Ling Miaomiao kept looking up at the sky. The sky had become dark yellow and confused. The shadows of the trees in the distance were shaking violently, making a "Hua La" sound. "Hello..." "It looks like a sandstorm," she whispered Mu Sheng was thinking all the way. Hearing wonderful words, he raised his head and looked sideways at the sky. His eyes turned slowly. "Ah..." Miaomiao followed him and let the dust get lost. He quickly stretched out his hand and held Mu Sheng's clothes. He began to cough crazily and shed tears. "Shall we find a place to avoid it?" Mu Sheng looked down at the hand holding the corner of his clothes - he had been thrown in the crowd too many times, and it became her habitual action to catch him. Ling Miaomiao has already coughed and bent down. His knuckles are getting tighter and tighter. He drags him forward. He frowns: "the sand goes into his eyes, not into his throat. What's the matter with you?" Ling Miaomiao rubbed his eyes and stood up straight. A pair of apricots were as red as a rabbit: "what do you know, my father taught me, so that I can shake the sand out of my eyes." Show off like a forward face, "here, you see." He pinched Ling Miaomiao's jaw and looked at it carefully, regardless of her struggle. Under the big and black eyes, the fundus of his eyes was as red as bleeding, but there was a kind of morbid color. It's so delicate. He looks at her wandering. It's so easy for her to become red like this The sandstorm became more and more rampant, and their hair was covered with yellow dust. Miaomiao looked at Mu Sheng and looked at himself motionlessly, "how dare you stare like that?" Ling Miaomiao was so angry, "you're not afraid of sand in your big eyes..." Before his words came down, his hands relaxed, his eyes suddenly closed, and in a second, he became a picture. I'm afraid of what I'm afraid of. "Don't move..." Ling Miaomiao stood on tiptoe carefully and patted him placidly on the shoulder: "you You squat down first. " Musheng was as stiff as a sculpture. He sat down slowly with his legs closed, his eyes closed tightly, his long and curly eyelashes overturned, and Ling Miaomiao raised his face. Hum, Feng Shui turns around. Ling Miaomiao began to gloat: "master mu, do you cough by yourself, or do you want me to blow it for you?" Mu Sheng raised his head without saying a word. Under the ornament of the slender feather eyelashes, the young man's cheek was so gentle that he couldn't bear to bully. "Well, you can do it." Ling Miaomiao took a deep breath and gently held his face. Her cheek was warm, and her heart suddenly jumped wildly. "What are you waiting for?" After waiting for a moment, he didn't see her move. His eyes were forced to open. His moist black eyes were fixed on her, shining like stars. His eyes were pricked red, but his tone was indifferent and displeased. "I really can't count on it." Ling Miaomiao was so scared that she let go of her hand and couldn't help looking closer. Her two red eyes were opposite each other. Miaomiao frowned: "your eyes are so red." There was a slight pity in her eyes, just like a thin light, which rushed into his chest. He gave a hand, but she caught him nervously. "Don't rub it," she said earnestly, "hurt your eyes. Cry and wash away with tears. " Tears? Mu Sheng's eyes rotate blankly. The gravel seems to be grinding into pearls in the clam meat. The eyes are very dry. Born without tears, although those eyes are like autumn pools, full of water vapor all the year round, the water vapor is the most vain existence. It is the moon in the mirror, like his beautiful but false skin bag.What is the taste of tears? The only way to endure this kind of stinging pain was to be familiar with it so easily that he didn't even raise his eyebrow. When she was in trance, the girl suddenly held his face. Her face came close to him, with the fragrance of jasmine on her forehead and hair. It was as gentle as if she had only blown two or three pieces of down. A cool wind swept his eyes, and he instinctively closed his eyes. Such a rare gentle as ebb tide quickly left, she avoided suspicion like convergence of their own care. "Mu Sheng." When she opened her eyes, she stepped back two or three steps away, pursed her lips slightly, and asked nervously, "are you better?" The sandstorm is still raging. He sat silently on the edge of the dirt road, his hair tip swinging in the wind: "come here, sit behind me." Ling Miaomiao looked at him for a long time. She thought that the Black Lotus would not be embarrassed by a grain of sand. So she nodded and hid behind him. There was no expression on the boy's face, his thin lips slightly pursed, his right hand stood up, his left hand quickly pasted a rune, and the light burst out in his arms. In an instant, the wind rolled up the dust, like a funnel, which was sucked into his hands upside down. The trees were almost uprooted, and the weather was uncertain. The whirlwind swung from side to side, like a big insect blocking the sky. It twisted its body and struggled. After a while, it suddenly got into the arms of admiration. It seemed that it was pulled open and blindfolded, and suddenly became bright. The trees that were blown noisily were calm in an instant. Ling Miaomiao looked at the sunny day and was shocked by the fighting power of the Black Lotus. This year, there is mu Sheng, and it's time for Lei Gong to lose his job. She curiously put her head on his shoulder: "you have such a powerful magic weapon. Why didn't you take it out earlier?" Mu Sheng looks at the orange charm in his hand. After a while, he turns his head slightly and shows her the paper. His smile is strange. As like as two peas of , he saw two of the magic words in his hand. The spell below was very old, yellow had brown and the corners were incomplete, but when she saw the shape, it was like a mugin, so she almost didn't know it when it was stacked together. "- do you mean that the sandstorm just now is the ghost of the old amulet at the bottom?" "It's a seal, and it's only the first one. This kind of seal is intended to isolate the entry and exit and suppress ghosts and gods. " The corner of his mouth is slightly cocked up, and his face is dim. "This is my seal." "Mu Mujia's seal Ling Miaomiao said coldly, "look at this rune. Is it that Princess Zhao has concealed something? She called Mu's family many years ago?" The sun shone on Mu Sheng's face and said, "it's interesting that mu huaijiang and Bai Jin once sealed Xingshan temple in this wasteland together." Miaomiao carefully looked at the mirage like building. There was no one inside and outside, and the grass was even in the sky. How could it look like a ghost: "is this really Xingshan temple?" Mu Sheng sneered: "back to the mountain, stand at midnight, sit on the dead line, jump out of the three realms, not in the five elements This is the real Xingshan temple. " "The rumors and legends of that year were suppressed by the first emperor." Lu Jiu's voice became lower and lower, so mu Yao had to get close to him. "It is said that ten years ago, shortly after the construction of Xingshan temple, something happened. All the three abbots died overnight, and the red light above the temple lasted for three days and nights. Since then, the old temple was sealed. Be busy at putting up installations, as like as two peas, the emperor built a similar Xingxing temple in the south of Changan. At the end of the speech, he drew a sly and sarcastic smile from the corner of his mouth. Mu Yao's lips trembled and wanted to say something. At last, she just took a breath in surprise. "So, Miss mu, do you understand what I mean?" The young Xiangshi was very thin, with prominent cheekbones on his cheek. He didn't look at Mu Yao's face when he spoke, but looked straight ahead. "The princess and even the whole royal family are not as simple as you think." Mu Yao's steps stood still. Many thoughts flashed through her mind. Suddenly, she said, "when I was in the hall, Mr. Lu saw that there were ashes in it?" Lu Jiu frowned and laughed, and his features were hidden in the shadow: "how can it be. 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