Suddenly, a dragon roar was heard, and the sound resounded through the sky, stirring up the gravel and dust on both sides of the valley to fall down.

Suddenly, a powerful divine light burst out from the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows, and shot directly into the blurry blue moon of the Moon Lake. There was a loud "boom", like a cannonball exploding in the water, raising waves several feet high. The shadow of the blue moon instantly turned into fragments and disappeared.

He felt that the true energy in his body was almost lost, and some of his true essence was exhausted, but just like an empty pool, it was easier to hold water and absorb the essence of the dragon energy here.

The strange thing is that the true energy that he had slowly accumulated seemed to be drained out again very quickly, but after being drained out it was quickly filled up again, and after being filled up it was quickly drained out again, and then accumulated again, and this cycle repeated countless times.

The purple flower bud in his arms began to flicker again. This time, the three-eyed spider spread its wings and flew out, biting his arm, then flew back into the flower bud.

After Han Zhenjian was bitten, he felt his breathing quicken, and gradually his head became dizzy and he felt like he was suffocating.

Was he poisoned? There was only a small black spot where he was bitten, but it was like ripples on a calm lake, with circles of black waves spreading all over his body...

"Pah, pah, pah." Every inch of his muscles and skin was burning hot, and he could hear the sound of his muscles and bones bursting.

At this time, he discovered that there were evil ghost shadows shaking violently in the big willow tree across the lake, and there were many ghost shadows wandering in the woods and flowers, making surprised calls.

He aimed his eyebrows at the willow tree opposite, and a strong light with a shock wave shot out from the center of his eyebrows and went straight into the willow tree. There was a sound like an explosion, followed by a scream. A huge transparent hole was blown in the willow tree by the shock wave, and dark red blood gushed out of the hole like a fountain... It was probably a ghost that was destroyed.

The rest of the ghosts saw this power and disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving the surroundings in complete silence...

The groggy feeling in my head gradually disappeared and my breathing became smooth again.

Han Zhenjian laughed wildly toward the sky and said, "I am just a little evil god who defies the heavens!"

His eyes once again emitted a cold, green, wolf-like light...

He looked up at the sky and found that the moon on the horizon was no longer blue, but had a faint yellow halo around it. It was originally a full moon, but suddenly turned into a broken crescent moon, and it was crooked. The faint yellow halo around it suddenly turned into a hazy blood red.

…

On a high platform, a handsome young man was sitting cross-legged.

Suddenly, he stood up from the ground and soared into the air. A golden light flew out of his body and condensed into a golden figure exactly the same as his original self at his side.

Then, he began to fight against the golden body. The two sides fought against each other up to the sky and above the clouds, and it was difficult to determine who could win.

They roared towards the sky, and the two mountains below them exploded one after another.

That person was the little evil god Han Zhenjian.

One Qi becomes Three Pure Ones. He has actually created a clone and can fight with his clone to increase his combat power.

Han Zhenjian sat on the top of a mountain, took his clone back into his original body, and the two figures merged into one.

He smiled faintly and said, "What realm have you reached now? It seems that you are one step closer to becoming a great god."

At the moment, he had something he wanted to do urgently, which was to go to the flower house near the lotus pond and find the blind girl to clear up the confusion in his heart.

Thinking of this, his eyes were filled with hope.

Han Zhenjian stepped on a piece of auspicious cloud and floated quickly towards the lotus pond.

In an instant, he was above the lotus pond again. Willow trees were planted extensively on the shore, with red and green interspersed, creating a beautiful scene. Hibiscus flowers were still planted along the lake, but the transparent five-colored water lilies in the lake had not yet bloomed, but the fragrance was overwhelming.

Could it be that these five-colored water lilies can only bloom at night? Seeing this magnificent view, Xu Tian pressed down the cloud and landed on the lakeside.

But the figure of the blind child picking up fallen flowers in the slanting wind and drizzle was no longer under the willow tree by the lake ahead.

Cherish the fate! Cherish the fate! I wonder if we will have the chance to meet again this time?

He recalled the clear, sweet voice singing: "Beside Chaotian Lake, the water stretches to the sky. When not singing fishermen's songs, they are picking lotus. The small thatched cottage is filled with thousands of flowers, and the owner sleeps facing the flowers every day."

The lingering sound seems to still linger in my ears.

He remembered that he had buried a flower jar under the willow tree by the long embankment near the lake. After so long, the petals inside might have turned into mud.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and strode towards the flower pavilion in the southeast direction.

When we got nearby, we could smell the fresh fragrance of flowers coming from the flower hut. There were colorful flowers blooming all around, still as gorgeous as before.

There are countless flowers, all kinds of beauty, and many small flowers whose names I cannot tell, forming a stunning sea of ​​flowers. It is truly a paradise on earth.

The situation is no different from before.

However, the door of the simple flower pavilion was closed, and there were two semicircular copper rings on the door.

He walked forward, pulled the copper ring hard, and knocked on the door several times.

There was no response for a long time.

Han Zhenjian knocked hard a few more times. After a long time, the door finally opened, and a hunchbacked old woman with white hair came out. She looked at Han Zhenjian for a few times and asked in a hoarse voice: "Young man, what's your name? Who are you looking for?"

Han Zhenjian bowed and said, "Grandma, my name is Han Zhenjian. I want to find a girl named Xiyuan. She is a blind girl about seven or eight years old and lives here. Could she be your granddaughter?"

"Really...really cheap? Xi...Xiyuan? This isn't Xiyuan, it's just a simple flower house?!"

"Are you in the wrong place, young man?"

"Grandma, Xiyuan is a blind girl who lives here. Could she be your granddaughter?"

"There has never been any Xiyuan here, nor any girls, and the old woman has no granddaughters. Young man, you must be mistaken. Please go back!"

After saying that, he closed the door with a "click".

Han Zhenjian was puzzled: He carried the little blind girl here that day, and it was clearly this flower pavilion, how could he be wrong?

Today, the peach blossoms are still there, but things and people have changed. What happened?

The old woman's hoarse voice came out again, "Young man, go! There is no West Garden here, and there are not many people. There is a blind village two miles away. All the people there are blind adults, except for a girl named Ziyan who is about seven or eight years old. But that girl died of illness many years ago. She is also blind."

"All the blind people in that village suddenly disappeared one day a few years ago! No one knows where they moved to?"

"The Blind Village? He died of illness many years ago?"

Han Zhenjian was shocked after hearing this.

Could it be that Ziyan was the blind girl? Was it Ziyan that I saw that night? Was Ziyan a ghost, not a human? Xiyuan? Ziyan? Wasn't she a great figure who knew everything? In fact, no matter whether she was a human, a ghost or a god, he felt that she had no ill will towards him.

He felt somewhat lost. It seemed that the mystery of the night-blooming cereus could not be solved for the time being.

Hundreds of flowers were blooming in the sea of ​​flowers, but when he looked carefully, there was no such purple bud.

He glanced at the flower hut, sighed, and slowly flew up into the sky. When he turned his head in the air to take another look at the beautiful sea of ​​flowers, he found that the sea of ​​flowers had completely disappeared, including the flower hut.

Suddenly everything evaporated into thin air.

At this time, a faint and familiar female voice seemed to come from underground: "Han Zhenjian, I didn't expect you to still miss me and come to see me again. However, it's better not to meet. As I said, cherish the fate, cherish the fate. If you really cherish our own fate, treat the flower well! We will meet again if we are destined to!"

"Xiyuan! Xiyuan! Where are you? Where are you?" Han Zhenjian shouted loudly.

But no one responded.

Who is this girl who calls herself Xiyuan? Is she a ghost? Where is she? He thought of her eyes that seemed to have the ability to see through everything in the world. It was too weird.

And how can her restraint, calmness and scheming look like a girl of seven or eight years old?

This flower pavilion suddenly disappeared out of thin air. I'm afraid what the old woman said may not be true.

Doubts arose in his mind.

However, after that, every time I thought about love between men and women, I would feel an inexplicable pain in my heart, and I didn’t know why.