Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms

The roaring sound passed through the forest, and the earth kept cracking in tremors.

Yan Lanyu fell to the ground, and the missile swept across his hair tip.

He stood up, gasped for a moment, and ran to the edge of the mound with the help of night and fire. The dragon didn't know when to stop breathing poisonously, and the grim body was bathed in the moonlight, casting a huge black shadow on the mottled snow.

Yan Lanyu climbed the mound with his hands and feet, moving very quickly, even the sharp gravel cut the calf.

He grabbed the edge of the top of the mound with a snap, the blood bleeding from the nail gap was immediately stained with red gravel, and then climbed up with his strength, his knees trembling slightly, and he knelt on the ground.

After a while, he got up and looked at the magic dragon. He saw three blood-red lanterns gathered in the air and looked at himself.

At that moment, sporadic gunshots sounded from a distance, and the fire when the bullet was fired flickered in the night.

The turbulent airflow seemed to freeze, and under the vast night sky, only the young man and the dragon looked at Conan's Maori sister.

"Heavenly King," Yan Lanyu said.

The giant dragon's head slightly sags down, and the powerful magical power completely replaces the last personality after being enchanted. In fact, it can't tell who Yan Lanyu is.

"I know all of this will not end, Tantra Gate will be traced to Tianjiahaijiao for life. Even if everyone disappears, as time goes by, there will be another Tantra Gate born."

"But I hate this kind of endless repetition, and continue to cause trouble to others, put those really good people in danger, let others bleed and sacrifice for me, and be brought back to that by fate again and again. In a ridiculous reincarnation. If I do not disappear, it will not end."

Yan Lanyu bit her index finger and used her heart and blood to draw a series of characters on the palm of her hand, and then spread it with her backhand. The blood on the palm of her hand suddenly glowed red!

The dragon seemed to feel some danger and suddenly raised his head.

"This is your four-column character," Yan Lanyu smiled slightly on his pale face.

"I have never told you, thank you for your New Year's gift. After so many years of love, I will return it today."

The magic dragon roared and suddenly rushed, but Yan Lanyu moved faster, took out the lighter and ignited, and pressed it directly on the **** palm!

-Burning is actually the easiest way to make the spell effective. When Yan Lanyu used the blood symbol on the palm of his hand, it was equivalent to temporarily making a numerology charm using the opposite character's birth date; although this charm was so simple that he didn't even have half of the spell symbol scripture, it was made with the birth date after all.

For some onmyoji teachers, mastering the other side's four-column character, they have almost half of the other party's lifeline!

Qinghuo shouted Yan Lanyu's entire palm, and in the crackling sound, the magic dragon screamed, and his fangs caught his shirt and chased him out of the air!

Boom!

Yan Lanyu fell heavily on the ground, and his chest made a terrible cracking sound, rolling down the earth slope. The green fire on his palm rolled over but did not extinguish, and the dragon let out a heartbroken roar, desperate to overwhelm countless trees, and bit him high again!

Yan Lanyu screamed with a shifting tone, and a large strand of blood mixed with minced meat poured out of her mouth and chest, and her **** hands in the green fire desperately grabbed her fangs!

——In the electric light and flint stone, he was hung from the sky, and at his feet was the **** of the dragon.

At the next moment, the poison breath spewed out from the dragon's throat, instantly covering him completely!

Dizziness, suffocation, severe pain.

The flame was burning on one side of the arm, but it could not stop the cold caused by the rapid loss of blood.

It's so cold... such thoughts flashed in Yan Lanyu's mind in a trance.

Familiar, the feeling of death is as cold and bitter as last time, like falling into the abyss.

·

"The four pillars of the year, month, day, and hour push the fate.

"The five elements win restraint, and the punishment will be reconciled. It is also the basis of the Yin-Yang Road."

Tian Hui Qi Zhi paused, poured a glass of yellow wine from the red clay hip flask, and crossed his legs leisurely.

There was heavy snow outside the paper door, wrapped in silver. In the distance, more human footsteps made a crunching sound in the snow, the lanterns were clearly extinguished in the night, and gradually went away.

The ground in the house is warm and warm, just like in late spring, there are several cherry blossoms in the glass bottles beside the paper window, and the fragrance of plum wine is slightly steamed on the stove [Net King] Don’t pull this uncle’s pants.

Several disciples sat down on the tatami and bowed their heads to make a note. One of the female disciples leaned her forehead deeply on the floor, and then raised her head and asked carefully: "So, if you use the other's four-column characters as numerology, what effect will it have?"

"There are many effects, mainly based on soul damage."

"Will people die?"

Tian Yiqi Zhi teased: "Who do you have opinions to endlessly, Yuko?"

All the disciples laughed, and the female disciple named Yuko was too busy to dare.

"Using the four pillars and eight characters to put it to death requires deep spiritual power as the foundation. At the same time, there are also many people who cast spells-souls and souls are scattered. It is a dangerous technique. In reality, there are many techniques for killing people without blood. Therefore, this kind of curse that kills 1,000 people and damages 800 is already included in the banned curse."

Yuko quickly got up and said that all the disciples took notes.

"If it's cold in the cold today, when it's spring, I will teach you how to calculate with eight characters."

Tian Hui Qi Zhi paused, his expression thoughtful, his fingertips slightly rubbing the fine patterns on the wine glass. Everyone fell silent for a moment, and only a moment later listened to him lazily: "Come here today... Lan Yu."

Behind him, a teenager in purple clothes got up and gently opened the paper door.

Everyone bowed their heads to salute, got up and backed out.

Yan Lanyu looked down at the ground with her eyes down, until the last female disciple stepped back, she closed the paper door almost silently.

Tianyi Qizhi was sitting by the fire, staring at the cup in his hand, and suddenly seemed to have a strong interest in the colored glaze wine glass used in daily life.

Yan Lanyu didn't take it for granted. The man in front of him who had been the head of the Tantric Sect for eight years was like this.

He often has a sudden interest in something that he sees every day and finds out. It's as big as the color of the repainting of the roof of the house, and as small as the roundness of the pearls on the curtains. Even once, I took out the writing paper that was badly written in previous years and sorted it out. After tasting the whole afternoon one by one, it was burned.

That was actually a reflection of other things in his mind.

Whenever he does this, he is actually thinking about some problems that no one can think of.

The head's actions and thoughts are always surprising, but they are extremely accurate. The pungent insight sometimes even gives people a chilling feeling.

Yan Lanyu walked behind him as usual, knelt down, and then suddenly heard him yell: "Xiao Lanyu--"

"Yes."

"We have known each other for such a long time, and now I want to come, it is really fate!"

"..."

Yan Lanyu raised his eyes and saw his head turned back, looking at himself with a smile.

"...So?" Yan Lanyu asked quietly.

"It's nothing, just feel sorry. Ah, the fate between people is really wonderful. When you were a teacher at Dongda, you should have dreamed that you wouldn't know me? So we sat here today and said it was destiny Impermanence is not an exaggeration."

The candlelight made a slight crackling sound, and Yan Lanyu glanced back at Tianxia Qizhi quietly, and his eyes didn't even fluctuate in the dim light.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"..."

The head blinked, and sighed indifferently, whispering a few words like "don't admit it again", or "why are you always deceiving yourself", and took a sip from the glass [black basket]! You foul! .

Yan Lanyu lowered her eyelashes and picked up a hairpin from the lampstand to pick the wick.

The hairpin is actually put here by Tian Huiqi, and you might want to express the meaning of "let's keep your head." In fact, it is normal for young people of this age to keep their heads, but Yan Lanyu is indifferent, so she will not mention it.

"Hey?" Tianwei Qizhi covered his hip flask on the small stove as if he suddenly remembered something: "After all, we are so destined and have been together for so many years, but there is one more thing I have never done What."

"Ok."

"Don't you want to know what it is?"

"..."

The head waited for a moment, did not wait to respond, and sighed: "You are really a person who has no curiosity... I said, we haven't counted our fortunes yet, you are not curious about the results of our fortune-telling ?"

Yan Lanyu put down her hairpin and stared at the candlelight without blinking, and did not speak. After a while, he almost breathed in silently and said, "I'm not very curious. Fate is something that can't be calculated."

The room fell into silence, except for the sound of burning candles, only a slight rustling sound when the goose feathers and snow fell outside the window.

The head laughed: "Don't be so pessimistic, Xiaolan Yu. Please come and get my chart...just in the locked cabinet."

Yan Lanyu got up and went to the inner room. After a while, she took back a red sandalwood board like a board with 60 vertical and horizontal lines, which was full of years of heaven and earth. In addition, there are some yellow paper and ink pens. The head of the pen dipped the ink and wrote a series of characters on the paper: "This is the character of your birthday."

Then he picked up another piece of paper and wrote, "This is mine."

Yan Lanyu's pupils shuddered.

However, Tianzhi Qizhi didn't seem to see it. He smiled and crumpled the two yellow sheets of paper into a ball. His fingertips spontaneously ignited, and the paper was burned into black dust and scattered on the chart. Immediately afterwards, he took a yellow sheet of paper and wrote a series of complex calculation runes. The knuckles buckled the buckle. It seemed to be very serious. He didn't notice the pale face of Yan Lanyu on his side.

Only about a tea kung fu, he finished the calculation and wrote the final result on the chart.

"Well."

"……how?"

The head shook his head, seemingly very sorry: "We are not married."

Yan Lanyu's nerves were originally in extreme tension. After hearing the words, they didn't react at all, and subconsciously "ah?"

The head laughed and looked at him halfway with a playful look.

Even though the room was very warm, that look made Yan Lanyu's back rise like a thorn-like cold, and it felt like the kind of casual play gesture before the feline beast killed the prey.

"Is it necessary to be so nervous?" the head said leisurely. "It's better for us to make an appointment."

"..."

"Although Bazi can be put to death, but as long as you don't move my Bazi, I won't move you. How is it fair?"

Yan Lanyu's throat was tight enough to make no sound.

The wick cracked and a slight Mars splashed into the air.

"...Haha, look at you so nervous." The head waved his hand and drank his drink with a smile: "Just kidding, I am such a good person, why do you want to put me to death?

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In the mountain forest, uprooted towering ancient trees fell in the snow, and the dragon's body twitched violently due to huge pain, squeezing countless dead trees into wood chips.

"Roar--!"

The dragon shook his head violently, and Yan Lanyu's body smashed into the rows of sharp fangs!

The ribs were broken, the chest cavity was cracked by fangs, and the thighs and arms were bleed down.

It's so cold.

Yan Lanyu tried his best to lift the hand wrapped in the flame and move closer, so that he could get a little heat, but he could not feel the existence of that hand at all.

He almost felt the last moment coming. Although he wanted to plunge into the arms of death, the last point of consciousness forced himself to remain breathless.

He must insist.

The Dragon Soul has not yet suffered the most fatal damage, at least until the moment when the numerology symbol burned out.

With a squeak of tires, the tires rubbed against the ground, making a sharp, harsh noise, and then the door opened, Yu Jingzhong rushed out with an arrow, and started climbing up the mound with his bare hands!

The struggle of the dragon caused a large piece of rock to fall down from the head. Yu Jingzhong's face and hands were scratched. However, he didn't even feel it. He grabbed the raised rock and leaped forward, neatly. Turn over the mound.

He gasped, and when he looked up, he saw that the dragon suddenly screamed violently, his head raised high, and then he suddenly smashed the ground!

With a bang, the rock cracked, the land turned up, and the trees flew to the sky. Yan Lanyu's body was thrown out of her fangs alive, and she fell to the ground with a loud crash!

Yu Jingzhong lost his voice: "Yan Lanyu!" Then he staggered forward in the violent shock.

Not far away, Yan Lanyu's body was twitching and spasm, and blood was flowing everywhere.

His jeans were torn by gravel, and a long strip was torn from the knee to the pocket, and two small yellow **** of paper rolled out of the pocket.

No one saw this scene, and Yan Lanyu, who was struggling to breathe in the pain, was completely unaware. At the next moment, the yellow paper ball touched the burning blue flame, and suddenly burned into two golden **** of light—

That is Zhou Hui's peace symbol.

The dragon's body rolled up several towering trees and smashed into Yan Lanyu!

Yu Jingzhong roared, flashing through the soil and gravel that fell like a rainstorm, but he couldn't catch up with the large-scale shaking and cracking of the ground. He saw that the dark shadows descended from the sky. At this critical moment, Yan Lanyu suddenly raised two extremely gorgeous golden meteors.

Yu Fu didn't respond at all. What happened next, the meteor pierced the sky and exploded on the side of the dragon!

It can't be described by hand grenades or sniper guns. The equivalent of high-energy rocket artillery is nothing more than that. Half of the night sky was shining brightly. For several seconds, Yu Jingzhong's retina was strongly whitened, he could not see anything, and even the sound was absolutely still.

Immediately afterwards, the whole earth collapsed, the mounds collapsed into huge pits, and the trees turned silently into powder in the strong light.

Afterwards, Yu Jingzhong didn't remember what he had done. His memory broke in a few seconds and was completely blank.

When he recovered his mind, he only found himself lying on Yan Lanyu, surrounded by large strands of dust so thick that he could not open his eyes, and the ground was trembling slightly in aftershocks.

He had been lying on his body numbly for a long time before he could barely raise his head, and at the moment of moving his neck, he made a crunchy sound of the bone joint [General Television] General/checkmate. I saw that the surrounding area had been razed into a pit. He and Yan Lanyu lay at the bottom of the pit. The ruins of dry wood chips and rocky soil were spread on the ground. The air smelled of a violent explosion.

Yan Lanyu's eyes were closed, her face pale, she could not see whether she was alive or dead.

"..." Yu Jingzhong wanted to call his name, but sucked too much dust so that his throat was hoarse and could not make a sound. He stretched his trembling fingers under his nose, and after a while he pressed his pulse tightly, and finally made a roar that changed like a boulder in his heart with a crying tone.

Zi La Zi La-

A noise similar to the passage of electric current sounded behind him, and Yu Jingzhong propped the ground with his **** elbows and looked back, only to find that he could still save his life in such a violent explosion, the reason for being intact.

I saw a shadow mask erected like a golden shield in the air behind him, forming a huge hemisphere with a radius of three or four meters, which blocked him and Yan Lanyu behind the barrier. The translucent gold shield passed through the current with a burning pattern printed on it. It was a pentagram.

Yu Jingzhong has done research on this aspect, he knows what this symbol represents at a glance-

It's Bajijing.

It was Yan Lanyu who placed it in his soul, and looked at the unpredictable power of the soul!

Yu Jingzhong staggered up, panting violently, reaching out to the light shield. Suddenly the light shone away, crawling up to the palm of his fingertips, condensing into a dazzling five-pointed star, I saw that every corner was projecting, inscribed with dense and incomprehensible complex spells.

Yu Jingzhong clenched his palms, leaned over and held Yan Lanyu tightly in his arms.

"Don't... don't be afraid," his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't recognize it, and murmured: "Don't be afraid, this will take you home."

The rough wind left a knife-like long-lasting pain on the face. The sharp gravel on the ground penetrated the sole of the shoe. Every time he dropped his foot, he pressed heavily on the sole of the foot. However, he felt like he didn't feel it, slightly staggering, slightly on the ground. Walked forward in the shaking.

At this time, the trees on the edge of the earthen pit moved.

Immediately afterwards, half of the broken faucet was lifted from the dark shadow, almost exploded, and the fangs opened their mouths.

Yu Jingzhong stopped and faced the leader. At that moment his heart was unusually calm, without any fear at all, even a little calm.

Yan Lanyu's life in his arms is losing rapidly. They will either get away before the last moment arrives, or they will die together here.

There is nothing to fear, but the worst ending is nothing more than that.

The three blood eyes on the faucet have dimmed at the moment, but the one in the middle suddenly lights up in the dark night, emitting a fierce red light. Immediately, the red light cast a figure in the void, which began to be very blurry. It slowly became clear within a few seconds, and the facial features and clothes showed familiar contours.

Yu Jingzhong took a breath.

I saw that the man fell to the ground from the red light, stood firm, waved his hand very casually, and smiled: "-- yo."

He was about thirty or forty years old, wearing a simple kimono yukata, loose and loose, exposing a strong neck and chest. He had blood stains on his body and cuffs, and he looked slightly embarrassed, but his graceful smile was still very relaxed and relaxed.

"Huh, Xiao Lanyu." He seemed to shake his head a little regretfully, said: "In the end you still broke the contract."

Yu Jingzhong narrowed his eyes coldly.

——He recognized it.

The man in front of him is the only tantric leader who has enchanted living people in the history of the Yin-Yang Road in Japan.