Kong Hou's fingers that were about to pluck the strings stopped, and she stared at Huanzong in red for a while: "Huanzong?"
"Konghou, are you alright?" Huanzong in red put the Longyin Sword into the scabbard, walked quickly to Konghou, and stopped two or three steps away from her: "Don't be afraid, I'm not an Illusory Demon. "
Getting used to the appearance of Huan Zong wearing white clothes, suddenly a Huan Zong wearing red clothes appeared, Kong Hou's first reaction was not doubt, but surprise. Snow clothes, red clothes, and hazy fog make the man in front of him look like a charmed monster who suddenly appeared in the world, which is enough to make a woman lose her mind.
The clothes in front of him were obviously completely different from before, but Konghou found a sense of peace of mind in him. Putting away the phoenix head, Konghou inserted the phoenix head hairpin in his hair and walked towards Huanzong.
"Don't move." Huan Zong said, "Every stone and every grass here may be a formation in the secret realm. When the formation is triggered, you will be sent to other places." He said with a strange expression. The pace came to Konghou's side, and then grabbed her hand tightly.
Kong Hou untied the moonlight-colored ribbon on his wrist, tied himself and Huan Zong's wrist together, and smiled proudly, "It won't be loosened now."
"Well..." Huan Zong looked down at the wrists that the two of them tied together, and clasped her fingers, "The two girls should have been sent to other places just now. Let's go out of the foggy forest first."
"Okay." Konghou secretly rubbed Huan Zong's fingers, still the soft touch, it was Huan Zong's right.
Huan Zong, who was walking in front, flushed at the tips of his ears, making him try to ignore Konghou's small movements.
Is Konghou playing a tickling game with him
"Huan Zong, why did you suddenly change your clothes?" Konghou looked at Huan Zong with glowing eyes, "It's very beautiful."
"White clothes can't be dirty." Huan Zong suddenly turned around and hugged Konghou, taking two steps to the left. Konghou looked back to the place where he was hiding. There used to be a big rock, but now it has become a tree.
"It's dangerous." Konghou patted his chest, "Huanzong, are you afraid that I won't be able to see me in the fog, so you put on red clothes on purpose?"
"No." Huan Zong let go of Konghou's waist and said, "Just picked one out at random."
"Oh." Although he didn't believe it in his heart, his mouth came down. Men sometimes get into trouble, she understands. This dress is much more fancy than what Huan Zong usually wears. It not only has various talismans and patterns with flowing lights, but also embroidered gems on it. There are no words to describe this dress except for the jewels.
But wearing such vulgar clothes on Huan Zong's body, he was actually wearing a kind of dusty taste.
"Take a step north."
Kong Hou turned to the left according to his words, and screams came from the thick fog behind him, faintly mixed with women's crying.
"Don't look back." Huan Zong clenched Konghou's hand, "Take three steps to the east."
The crying became stronger and stronger, Konghou gritted his teeth, suppressed the urge to look back, and followed Huanzong's instructions to go. Anyway, Huan Zong will not lie to her, she will definitely believe Huan Zong, not the cry that came from nowhere.
"Okay." After I don't know how long it took, the thick fog in front of me finally dissipated. Konghou looked around. This is the way they entered the jungle just now, and now they are back to their original positions.
"Konghou, let him go!" Lingbo jumped down from the tree and pointed at Huan Zong nervously with his sword in hand, "He is not the real person of Huan Zong at all, but a deceiving phantom demon in the secret realm." Although she did not like Konghou very well. , but did not want to lose such an important genius cultivator in the cultivation world.
"Fairy Lingbo, you misunderstood." Konghou smiled helplessly, "This is really Huan Zong, we have eliminated the formation in the illusion, you don't have to worry."
Her words did not make Ayanami disarm her, but her face became even more ugly. She looked at Konghou's hand tied to the Illusory Demon, and the hand holding the sword was sweating: "I don't care what you are, get away from Konghou immediately."
This dead yellow-haired girl is very powerful when she is cynical with her, why can't even distinguish between human and demon. When did the real Huanzong wear such a gorgeous and complicated robe, although it was really beautiful, it was completely inconsistent with the habit of the real Huanzong.
As a sword cultivator, being pointed at the nose with a sword is the most serious provocation. Huan Zong glanced at Lingbo, and then at Konghou, who smiled helplessly beside him, and said, "Daoist fellow Lingbo, he is indeed here."
Lingbo sneered: "Don't play this game with me, just now there was an Illusory Demon pretending to be Konghou this death... pretending to be a Konghou Fairy and approaching me. Illusory demons are best at seducing people's hearts, making people unable to tell the truth from the fake. You are an Illusory Demon. No, but I am well versed in the truth of seducing people. It is not easy to read your practice, as long as you leave her side, I will not kill you." She is the noble fairy Lingbo of the Zhaohan Sect, and it is absolutely impossible to speak swear words!
Seeing Lingbo's serious expression, Konghou smiled at her, and this smile was a little more intimate: "Fairy Lingbo, don't worry, he is really Huan Zong, I promise."
Lingbo stared at Huan Zong and Konghou for a few seconds, then slowly put down his swordsmanship: "I can trust him for the time being, but you have to come to my side." If this yellow-haired girl was killed by the Illusory Demon in front of her, I'm afraid Yunhuamen would be killed every day. If she wants to cry at the Zhaohan Sect, where will she find a talented female cultivator of the Five Spiritual Roots for them
"No." Huan Zong said coldly, "Konghou is by my side."
"Hey!" Lingbo rolled her sleeves, this Illusory Demon who confuses people with color, dares to be so dishonest in front of her, when she is the first genius of Zhaohan Sect to be named a beauty for nothing
"Fairy Lingbo, speak slowly if you have something to say, don't be impulsive." Jin Ling leaned out from behind the tree trunk and grabbed her sleeve, "What if this is really the real Huan Zong?"
If this is really the real Huan Zong, it will be embarrassing for everyone to meet in the future. More importantly, Fairy Lingbo couldn't beat the real Master Huan Zong. I heard that Jianxiu was provoked.
Lingbo frowned and looked at the clothes on Huan Zong's body several times. If this is really the real person of Huan Zong, why is he suddenly wearing this red clothes? Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Konghou, and a very absurd guess appeared in her mind.
Could it be... He wants to attract Konghou with his beauty
"I'm sorry, I just misunderstood, please forgive me." Lingbo handed over and apologized to Huan Zong, but her body was slightly tense, indicating that she did not completely relax her vigilance.
"You don't have to do this, fellow Daoist. There are many traps in the secret realm, so be careful." Huan Zong held Kong Hou's hand and did not let go.
"I don't know what the two of you encountered inside?" Konghou was a little curious. Lingbo's cultivation and state of mind were not comparable to Huan Zong, why did he come out earlier than Huan Zong
"It's nothing." Lingbo's expression was a little unnatural, and she couldn't tell Konghou that there was an Illusory Demon pretending to be Konghou just now, scratching its head in front of her, pretending to be pitiful, and she was so angry that she beat the Illusory Demon into disfigurement.
By the time she recovered, people were already outside the fog. Speaking of such a thing, it seems that she is jealous of Kong Hourong, and she will not say it even if she is dead.
Suddenly, a silver light flew towards this side, and Huan Zong held the sword with one hand and blocked the silver light back. Where is this silver light, it is clearly a menacing killing sword.
"Leave from them." Lin Hu was tattered and in a state of embarrassment. It seemed that he was unlucky and did not walk smoothly.
"I just said that he is not the real Huan Zong, even Senior Lin doubts him." Lingbo drew his sword again and pushed Jin Ling aside, "Stay away."
Jin Ling silently put a few protective charms on her body and retracted the trunk.
The battle was about to break out, but Lin Hu stopped. He looked at Huan Zong hesitantly: "Young Master?"
Huan Zong glanced at him lightly: "Are you awake?"
Lin Hu put his sword in the sheath and walked a few steps towards Huanzong and Konghou: "Why are you dressed like this?"
"I'm in a good mood." Huan Zong slightly waved his sleeves, and the Longyin Sword disappeared in his hands. He turned his head and said to Konghou, "Let's rest for a while, and then we'll go east."
Lin Hu: "..."
Co-author: For more than 300 years in front of you, wearing white clothes and light-colored clothes every day is because you are in a bad mood
"Wait, let me do the math first." Kong Hou took out the jade tortoise shell given by Pavilion Master Sun, and glanced at the hands that were tied together, "Huan Zong, cooperate with me with your hand."
Lin Hu: "..."
"You can also divination?" Lingbo coughed dryly, and took the sword back without a trace, pretending that nothing happened just now.
"I know a little about fur." Konghou knew the truth of being humble, so he held up the jade tortoise shell in both hands, bowed three times to the sky, and began to recite the introductory formula for divination.
"Ask the southeast of the sky, ask the northwest of the earth, good and bad omen, thank heaven and earth."
The tortoise shell fell to the ground, Konghou looked back and forth several times: "The hexagram shows that we should go south."
"Southern Main Fire, I..."
"The south is not bad." Huan Zong said, "Let's go south."
"The main fire in the south, fire represents light, it is a good choice." Lin Hu said with a stern face, "Young Master, do you want to change clothes with me?"
Huan Zong looked at the hands that he and Konghou clasped together: "No need, I'll talk about it when I leave here."
Seeing Huanzong's insistence, Lin Hu stopped talking.
He remembered that the son especially hated red things, especially red clothes. On the day the son left the palace, the whole palace was covered with red silk. It was the day when the emperor married his successor, and it was also the third day when the son's mother died of illness.
The young man dressed in white, holding the small sword given by Sect Master Jinyue, entered the front hall with a stern face, pried off the dragon ball on the dragon chair, and left the palace without looking back, never going back since.
Of course, he hasn't seen him in red since then.
While Lingbo and Jin Ling were both sitting on the side to rest, Konghou secretly pulled Huan Zong's sleeve: "Huan Zong, why don't you count again, I may not be quite accurate."
"No." Huan Zong handed her a bottle of spiritual liquid, "I trust you."
Kong Hou covered his face with one hand: "But I am not at ease."
Although she has been accurate in every hexagram recently, what if it is not accurate
"It's okay, with Lin Hu and I here, even if it's not accurate, there won't be any danger." Huan Zong said warmly, "Drink a bottle of spiritual liquid first, the secret realm will change every day, and it's the same which way you go. "
"Huanzong," Konghou turned to look at Huanzong.
"Huh?" Huan Zong looked back at her.
"Even if I had a gentle, strong and considerate father, he would never have treated me better than you."