Eyes, he simply walked over and squatted down.
"This bronze mirror is a bit weird, look at it." Xue Xian pushed the bronze mirror towards Xuan Min with his fingers as he squatted down.
Xuan Min frowned and planned to pick up the bronze mirror to take a closer look, but when his fingers touched the bronze mirror, he heard a clearer shaking sound. It's just that the bronze mirror's reaction this time was much bigger than when Xue Xian touched it. And the ripples in the black water pool suddenly became faster, the entire black water pool seemed to come alive at that moment, and the ripples quickly spread out in circles.
Xuan Min subconsciously wanted to throw the bronze mirror away, but found that the bronze mirror seemed to be stuck between his fingers, and he couldn't pull his hand away for a while.
Immediately after that, Yin Yang Fu suddenly appeared in the messy bloodstains on the ground where the bronze mirror was lying. Xue Xian saw Xuan Min's fingers twitching while holding the bronze mirror, and his whole body seemed to freeze for a while, and his eyes were cast towards the black water pool with a blank look.
But at the moment when he froze, Xue Xian also heard a "buzz" in his head, as if someone slapped a whip in his head with a whip, knocking people out, but he couldn't return for a long time. Come.
When Xue Xian turned a little back and was able to turn his neck, he realized that the black water pool was no longer dark. It seemed to have become a mirror, and a scene slowly appeared on the dark water.
Although the scene was blurry like a dream, it was inexplicable that the heart throbbed, as if immersed in it as if bewitched...
It seemed to be between mountains and rivers, the wind whistled in my ears, the mountains rumbled and trembled behind me, and the monstrous river waves were like a thousand white horses rushing towards the sky, almost to the sky, countless panic screams and screams The cry was torn to shreds by the wind and the waves.
Under the raging waves, among the falling rocks, there were two figures sitting on their knees.
Although everything seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist, Xue Xian still recognized at a glance that it was himself and Xuan Min.
He saw his hands hanging down, motionless like a stone statue, his dark robe seemed to be soaked wet by the waves, wrapped around him, and for some reason there was a heavy feeling of yin.
The long hair was sticking wetly between the neck, making the skin of the neck pale and bloodless.
And further up... His eyes were covered by a palm.
That hand was slender and slender, and it was extremely beautiful, but it was also pale and bloodless, almost glowing with a kind of dead gray.
It was Xuan Min's hand, and Xuan Min was raising his head from the side of his face, his drooping eyes were hidden under Yin's shadow, and were shrouded in a layer of mist, making it difficult to see his emotions.
It was actually an extremely ambiguous gesture, as if it had just ended a kiss.
However, Xue Xian, who was watching all this through the mist, didn't even notice this, because Xuan Min coughed for a long time after raising his head. One of his palms was still covering the other's eyes. The other hand fell to the side in the increasingly dull coughing sound, and his monk robe, which was always as white as clouds and snow, was full of blood red...
Large swaths of blood splattered from his chest and waist, as if it were flowing unusually, drenching the entire monk's robe.
Xue Xian watched Xuan Min's blindfolded hand gradually lose its strength. When he slipped a few yu, his whole body suddenly felt like a chill, and a layer of cold sweat evaporated. His eyelashes trembled, and with a sudden jolt, he escaped from the mist-shrouded scene.
He opened his eyes blankly for a long time, and then the buzzing sound in his ears gradually dissipated, and the sound of heavy and rapid breathing faintly entered his ears.
It took him a while before he realized that the sound of his breathing, which was like waking up from a nightmare, came from himself. In the clear vision, the black water pool was still quietly rippling, and there was no scene above it, and it disappeared without a trace.
Xuan Min, on the other hand, squatted half-squatted in front of him, his fingers not turning dead gray, and the monk's robe was not smeared with blood. It's just that at this time he was turning his face sideways, his eyes half-drooping on the black pool.
He also seemed to be pulled into some kind of scene. I don't know if he saw the same scene as Xue Xian's, or something else, but there was a rare trace of his empty feelings. other emotions.
That emotion is hard to understand for others, but just looking at it makes people feel a little sad...
Xue Xian stared at his face quietly for a moment, then suddenly frowned and reached out to press his heart, then let out a long breath, raised his hand and tried to pat Xuanmin, and said hoarsely, "Bald donkey. ?"
Xuan Min couldn't seem to hear his voice at all.
"Bald donkey, wake up." Xue Xian's voice was still low, with a hint of hoarseness.
Still no answer.
Xue Xian frowned, his hand slipped off Xuan Min's shoulder, landed on the back of Xuan Min's hand, and then held his fingers.