In front of the huge Sifang Pavilion, there was a moment of silence, and the people frowned, trying hard to think about how to crack the bamboo pole ...
The sun was gradually rising, the outside of the Sifang Pavilion was still quiet, and there was no movement at all. The people's brows were tight, obviously they had not yet thought of a solution.
"It's not too early, let's go have a meal first." The ethereal and beautiful female voice came into the ears, and everyone suddenly recovered, only to realize that it was almost noon, and the morning time was over, and they still thought about cracking. Without a clue, the eyes could not help but flash a bit of frustration.
The saint stipulates that she only divides her time back in the morning. If it is past noon, no one has come up with a way to crack it, indicating that she has no chance with anyone today, so she will not return to her time ...
The time once a day goes back, many people ca n’t get what they want. It ’s a pity that such a good time is so wasted.
Seeing that the saint after the light yarn stood up, she turned around and left, and a clear female voice came over: "Wait, I think of the solution."
Everyone looked around, and saw a beautiful young girl wearing a snowy blue cloak slowly walked off the carriage. Her bright little face was not greased, but it was fresh and refined, like a hibiscus in the water, and the pale golden sunlight shone on her. Flicking her bright light and shadow ...
Everyone's eyes sparkled instantly, and they looked at Murong Xue momentarily: "The girl thought of the solution?"
Murong Xue gave a faint hum, and in the audience's attention ceremony, the model came to the bamboo pole, picked up the bamboo pole, looked around, Shi Shiran walked to the side of the well in the corner, and took the bamboo pole little by little. Put into the well.
The bamboo pole slowly fell, and the books on the top of the bamboo pole were getting closer and closer to Murongxue, and gradually became the same as Murongxue. Murongxue reached out and took off the books above, waving at the saint after the light yarn Wave.
"Okay, it's so clever to think of this method!"
"Yeah, don't cut the bamboo poles, just put the bamboo poles into the well and let the bamboo poles slowly descend. Naturally, I got the book at the top. With such a clever method, I never thought of it ..."
"Because this method requires ingenuity, our brains are not flexible enough ..."
The people talked eloquently, and Murongxue's eyes were full of appreciation.
The saint girl after the veil flashed a trace of something quickly, and disappeared instantly. She looked at Murong Xue lightly: "The girl is smart and is today's destiny, please come in."
The voice of the virgin girl fell, and the door of the Sifang Pavilion opened without wind, as if welcoming the arrival of a loved one.
Everyone looked at Murongxue enviously and stood on both sides automatically, giving way.
"Thank you." Murong Xue smiled and smiled, holding the book, and slowly walked into the Sifang Pavilion, the delicate door closed behind her slowly, cutting off the sight from inside and outside.
Murongxue was dark in front of him, quickly adapting to the light in the room. I saw the big room was empty, only a layer of translucent gauze was hanging in front of it. The gauze was light pink, and fluttered gently with the breeze. The purple sandalwood incense burner in the corner is filled with a touch of sandalwood, which makes people feel calm ...
Murongxue stepped forward and opened the gauze. I saw a round green blanket on the ground in front of me. The saint wore a fragrant dress and sat on the blanket. The skirt spread out on the blanket, spreading like a proudly blooming lotus, indescribably holy.
The lady's dark hair was loosely lifted, a lotus mark was dotted between her eyebrows, her face was covered with a pink veil, and the beautiful facial lines were looming under the veil, making people think about it.
"I don't know if the girl came, what is the so-called thing?" The saint looked at Murong Xue and asked softly.
"I want to see the scene of my father's death!" Murong Xue's eyes were faint: originally, she didn't believe that people have the ability to return to the time, but the great sacrifice of the Jingu Temple made her fully recognize the world. I know, then there are all the magic tricks. Look at what happened in the past, and the people in the shrine can definitely do ...
"Girl please sit down!" The nodded girl nodded and motioned to Murongxue sitting opposite her. After Murongxue sat firmly, she held out her hand to Murongxue. The slender white hand was slender and exuded luster.
"What?" Murong Xue looked at her puzzled.
"Ling Zun walked through, worn, or used things, and I can pass them to give the girl time back!" The saint said softly.
Murong Xue was startled, and suddenly remembered that people who were waiting outside the Sifang Pavilion had many things in their hands. She thought that they happened to carry them or bought them newly. Now it seems that they deliberately took them Come, do something that goes back in time, which is the so-called medium.
The time that the saints do back in time is to show the lives of the dead to the living. It is natural to use the medium to extract the memories of the dead.
"I don't have anything from my father ..." Murong Xue smiled unnaturally, took out a silver key, and put it into the hand of the virgin: "Trouble the virgin to give me the place where this key is equipped. "
There was nothing about Murong Yue around her, and she couldn't see the cause of his death. She could only ask the saint to help him look at the silver key and find out where 'Go Home' ...
"Okay, please close your eyes, girl." The saint said lightly, her hands folded, and the silver key was sandwiched in the middle.
Murong Xue gave a faint hum, and slowly closed his eyes!
The white hand of the Saint Maiden rose up, and she quickly permeated the silver key. The silver key instantly shined. The key jumped up with her white hand, and the key point focused on Murongxue's eyebrows. , White Guanghua quickly infiltrated into ...
Murongxue only felt a slight pain in his eyebrows, and a broken picture flashed quickly in his mind. The picture was very strange, and it was obviously not the memory of her or the original owner ...
Gradually, the picture became clearer and clearer, Murong Xue saw the man in common, his face was more than ten years younger than when she saw him, but his expression was very haggard, in his hand Holding a silver key, there is joy, sadness, and relief ...
The saint was sitting opposite Murongxue, looking at her frowning frown, Liu Mei raised her hand, and slowly withdrew her hand. The glory on the key gradually receded, and the silver key returned to its original appearance.
Murong Xue was not sober, and closed his eyes, immersed in a dream ...
"Successful?" A young man dressed in black and wearing a black scarf came striding over.
"Of course, I'm shot, is there any reason for failure." The goddess looked proud, glanced at the censer in the corner, a corner of his mouth bent a smug smile: "However, thanks to your dream grass, the dose is just right , Hidden in the breath of sandalwood, clever like Murong Xue, did not even notice ... "