Panlong Wall

Chapter 3

Throughout the ages, people like to set festivals to commemorate some important or legendary people or things.Apart from Qingluan Pagoda, there is nothing worthy of praise in Maochang Town.Therefore, every September 100th, which is the day when the tall man in white came to Maochang Town more than [-] years ago, is designated as a commemorative festival by the townspeople, called Qingluan Lantern Festival.

On this day, the maids guarding the pagoda will start from Qingluan Pagoda, take a chariot and walk around the main street of the town, sprinkle the rootless water enshrined in front of the Jinfeng statue for seven days along the street, and finally return to the starting point.The buildings in the town are strung together with lanterns, and most of the lanterns are painted with phoenix patterns, or dragons and phoenixes are auspicious.The lanterns in the whole town are like the day, and the night does not stop until dawn.

The celebrations are ordinary, nothing special, it happens every year, everyone just finds an opportunity to get together, have fun, and have fun.But this year's Qingluan Lantern Festival is not as lively as in previous years, it seems much deserted.Because not long ago, two major events happened in Maochang Town.

the first thing.In the most famous rich family in the city, the only lady died of illness.The owner of this household was named Feng, and his ancestor was the mayor who received Gao Ren in Baiyi when he came to the town, so half of the money for holding the Qingluan Lantern Festival every year was paid by Feng's family.Miss Feng's family contracted a persistent illness a year ago, invited many doctors, found a lot of precious medicinal materials, and finally turned it into a medicine jar, but it never recovered, and finally passed away six days ago.Miss Feng's family was only eleven or twelve years old, but she suffered such a serious crime. It is said that she became skinny and skinny at the end of her illness, could not eat anything, and could not see or hear clearly.Perhaps death was a kind of relief for her.

Everyone in the Feng family was immersed in grief. The owner of the Feng family only had this one daughter, so she was naturally the saddest one.As a result, no one in the Feng family was in the mood to meddle in the Lantern Festival, and the money allocated this year was doubled compared to before.But it's hard for anyone to say anything clearly. After all, rich man Feng has just lost his daughter. He spent a lot of money on Miss Feng's medical treatment before, and the money has always been donated by Feng's family voluntarily, so he has no responsibility at all.Of course, no one would be so thick-skinned as to go beg for money at the house of someone who is hung with elegiac couplets.

The second matter is directly related to Qingluan Pagoda.Since half a month ago, people have died in the tower one after another, including attendants, servants, and even people passing by.Those people died in a very miserable state. Their whole bodies were scorched black, and they looked very much like they had been burned by a raging fire. Only a handful of bones were left, which were loose and loose. .Every time the dead body was found in the early morning or in the morning, when people got up to work.All of a sudden, people began to panic, and various rumors floated around, some said that it was done by ghosts and monsters, some said that some horrible cult priests wanted to take living people as sacrifices, and so on.

And when asked if there was a vision, someone who lives in the suburbs near the Qingluan Pagoda responded that it was about half a month ago one night, a person who came back late saw a sudden bright light in the Qingluan Pagoda from a distance. Once, but it went off in the blink of an eye, and it never happened again.So everyone, including the man himself, thought it was just vertigo.

This is not a good sign.For more than 100 years, no major incidents have occurred in Maochang Town. Not to mention strange incidents such as bizarre deaths, even incidents such as flooding in homes have not occurred more than [-] times.

Everyone is still willing to believe that as long as the Qingluan Pagoda in the west of the town is there, and the golden phoenix statue in the pagoda is there, then Maochang Town can maintain peace year after year.For many people, this year's Qingluan Lantern Festival is not just a festival. People have unprecedented expectations and sustenance for it. They hope that everything will go smoothly after this day.

However, not long ago, someone in the Feng residence reported that Miss Feng's body had disappeared.

The hour of Hai is approaching.

There is no moon and no stars tonight, the sky above is dark and surging, black clouds are gathering, it seems that the sky is about to change.

Yin Jiyan was in the sparse woods around Qingluan Pagoda.Looking from his direction, the inside of the pagoda was completely dark, with no lights or human voices to be heard.He was apprehensive, hesitant, and finally gritted his teeth and thought, it's all here, and he can't retreat.With a quick sweep of his eyes left and right, he sneaked in quietly and alone.

The three floors of the tower are connected up and down. The main room is a tall and wide space. A gilded lacquered phoenix statue stands in it. The whole body is hidden in the darkness, but its existence cannot be ignored.I can't see it, but I can feel it clearly, which makes people tremble involuntarily, with a sense of horror, feeling like a prey being stared at by wolves in the dark night.

In the tower, a person stood silently with his back to him.

Yin Jiyan was sure that he didn't make any noise when he came in, but the man still noticed it.

In an instant, the opponent's figure moved.With a thought in his mind, the spark flashed between the lightning and the flint, and a bright yellow and faint light lay between the two of them.

Yin Jiyan sighed, and looked down at the cold sword point that pierced an inch into his lower abdomen.He recognized this sword as Jiang Qinghe's Leng Yue.

A small amount of blood smeared out, and a domineering chill instantly spread from the wound to the whole body, as if the whole body was pierced by countless ice thorns in an instant, it was extremely cold and extremely painful.

He complained in his heart, but his expression did not change, and he raised his head again to look at the other person's face by the light of the fire.

That person is very beautiful, with delicate eyebrows, soft facial lines, and snow-white skin. The most eye-catching thing is the dark red tear mole under the corner of the left eye, surrounded by a dark green tattoo, similar to flowers and trees. , extending from the lower eyelid to the bottom of the temple, hidden into the hairline, like the fruit of a vine branch, adding a bit of enchanting charm to the originally very gentle and quiet face.

But now this pretty face is full of surprise.

"Jiang Qing and you, hurry up and withdraw your sword!"

Seeing that he hadn't reacted yet, Yin Jiyan began to grit his teeth again, and said in a bad mood.The wound caused by Leng Yue was uncomfortable, her hands trembled slightly, and the candle flame flickered.

"Yin Jiyan? Didn't you already..." Jiang Qinghe's tone was as gentle as ever, but the surprise in his words was hard to hide, and he forgot to withdraw his sword for a while.He quickly reacted, his face was full of apology and embarrassment, realized something, and changed his words, "It's nothing, as long as you're fine. I'm really sorry just now, I was quick to..." He relaxed, with a light smile on his face Smile.Find an exquisite small porcelain bottle from his body, pour out a vermilion pill, and let Yin Jiyan take it.

After so many years, Yin Jiyan felt a little dazed when he first saw this smile, and his impression of the past years changed from vague to clear.

In memory, Jiang Qinghe is Jiang Yuanjin's cousin, the descendant of Xuanyao's Jiang clan.The lineage of this sect has been passed down from generation to generation, so his status is noble. At that time, Quan Yong Ri Palace and everyone regarded him as the successor of the next head, and also the successor of the Jiang family head.

However, when he was young, he had been entangled with members of the Zhao family in Moyu. Later, he ignored the opposition of everyone and blatantly contradicted the elders of the clan.At that time, Jiang Qinghe fought against the crowd with one opponent, but in the end, both sides suffered losses. Among the Jiang family's disciples, none of them could win favor with him.

In the end, he resolutely left the Eternal Sun Palace with his seriously injured body, and joined the Demon Realm.From then on, his name no longer existed in the Jiang clan, and he was not allowed to step into the Jiang clan's sphere of influence for life, and his children in the clan were also ordered not to associate with him.

Due to some personal reasons, Yin Jiyan stood in line with Jiang Qinghe, and when the scene was chaotic, he even took the opportunity to help him secretly.But we have to take Jiang Yuanjin into consideration, so we can't do it blatantly.

He still remembers Jiang Qinghe's back when he left, so lonely and weak but without hesitation.

"It's okay." Yin Jiyan came back to his senses, and smiled quickly, with a trace of loneliness in his expression.

"By the way, what are you doing here?" After Yin Jiyan took the pill, the discomfort on his body suddenly eased a lot, "This place is lifeless, as if there is no one there. Isn't there a Qingluan Lantern Festival tonight? Even if the maid who guards the tower is dragged on a tour, she will not fail to send someone to guard it."

"It's as if the two of us are not human." Jiang Qinghe gave him a funny look, then chuckled suddenly, with shrewd eyes, and said, "The maid who guards the tower? She won't be parading the streets tonight."

"Ah?" Yin Jiyan was dumbfounded.

Jiang Qinghe didn't answer, took Yin Jiyan's hand holding the fire fold, and led him forward.

Yin Jiyan looked along the dim candlelight, and after seeing the scene in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but take a breath.

In front of the confession of the Phoenix Golden Statue, there was a person lying down.

To be exact, it was a corpse.He is not tall, with a thin face, sunken eye sockets and cheeks, and his skin is a little dry and wrinkled.It's been a while since I died, and although some methods have been used to preserve it, the effect is obviously not very good.

Yin Jiyan contacted what he had heard for a few days, and he understood it after thinking about it. "Miss Feng?"

"En." Jiang Yuanjin responded, and said again: "It's not like there's no one here except us."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them suddenly lit up, and dozens of candles placed on the surrounding walls lit up at the same time, and the entire main room was suddenly bright.

The walls around the Qingluan Pagoda are covered with colorful murals, such as spirit beasts and birds, dancing and music, and a hundred birds facing the phoenix. All of them are beautiful and unique.There are a lot of heavy forged light gauze hanging in the tower, which is exquisite and rich.

If it wasn't for the weird atmosphere, Yin Jiyan still wanted to appreciate it.

Behind the two of them, a young woman with black hair and plain clothes stood expressionlessly, with cruel eyes.

"...What's going on here?" Yin Jiyan pulled Jiang Qinghe's sleeve, and asked in a low voice close to him.

Jiang Qinghe said puzzledly: "I'm also new here, what can I know, you might as well ask her directly." He raised his chin and nodded in the woman's direction, "Anyway, she set up a formation here, so we expect us to It's hard to fly even with wings. Maybe if you beg her, she will show mercy and tell us."

Yin Jiyan automatically ignored the words behind him, and immediately looked around after hearing the words, trying to move his steps.As a result, he didn't take a few steps, when suddenly a blazing flame rose from the ground out of thin air, and the flame shot straight to the tip of his nose, blocking his way.Yin Jiyan hurriedly withdrew his steps and retreated to the original place.The wall of fire weakened and extinguished immediately, leaving a long crimson mark on the ground, with streamers flickering faintly, as if a fire was burning underground, roasting the bricks red.Soon after, the red marks spread, as if a few knives were scratching the ground, automatically forming a circle of patterns within ten steps centered on the two of them, and the entire ground seemed to be split.

"Rock fire addicted formation." Jiang Qinghe looked calm, as if he didn't care at all, "Are you a disciple of the Cultivation Yang Sect?"

The woman glanced at him and was silent for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking.When he opened his mouth, there was a tinge of pride in his tone: "I am not a disciple of the Xiuyang School, but I have only practiced the techniques of their school. You are very discerning and powerful. But I have already practiced the Rock and Fire Birth Formation At the highest level, don't think you can break it."

Both of them knew that this woman was not bragging, she really had some skills.As the representative formation of the Cultivation Yang Sect, the Yanhuo Birth Formation is needless to say its power.

After the entire formation was formed, the two of them obviously felt that the air around them began to heat up. Even if they resisted with skill, the effect was not very great, and their own spiritual power was gradually losing, as if being sucked away by the formation, and it was getting worse and worse. quick.

And Jiang Qinghe's face was still relaxed, and his smile remained unchanged: "Well, I know. But it will take some time for this trap to kill us, and you can't get in, and you can't do anything to us. Then You might as well take advantage of this time to explain the whole story, so that we won't die in a daze."

And the woman seemed not to want to talk to them, she looked at them with a sneer, with a look of disdain and even contempt.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Qinghe took the fire folder that was still burning in Yin Jiyan's hand, turned around, and made a gesture to throw it at the confession.

As expected, the woman became nervous, stopped sternly, and couldn't help taking a step forward.She was also very close to the edge of the rock-fire-thirsty formation, she didn't pay attention with one foot, and accidentally stepped into the range, the sudden flames scorched the hem of her clothes, and burned a piece of flesh in an instant.

Jiang Qinghe only stopped and looked back at her, but did not withdraw his hand.

The maid guarding the tower frowned and looked at her wound. She sat down and tore off a strip of cloth from her clothes, and slowly bandaged herself up.During the movement, he snorted coldly and said, "It doesn't matter if I just tell you."