Chapter Twenty-Three: The Legend of the Town

[Where people don't know, there is a small town. Now I can't even name the town. I don't know when it began, but a legend spread in the town. Those who have love can see the light jade. Bright jade, capable of producing miracles. At that time, everyone was a family. At that time, the people and the town were one. At that time, everyone was happy. Time has passed, how many days and nights have changed, how many seasons have repeated, and no one has mentioned the long-standing legend. The legendary miracle of light jade, like a rainbow after rain, has lost its trace in the sunshine of the city. 】

- Unknown source (fragment)

"It's kind of interesting. Zhao Mian closed the book in his hand. It was the third day since the boy had been encountered, and after two days of searching, the final direction had been to such a brief passage of words - but even the origin of the phrase could not be verified, as it only appeared on a copy of the rubbing. Zhao Mian swiped the index finger of his right hand across the cover of the book, and a hard touch came from under the thick paper shell, proving that the rubbings of this ancient book fragment had been completely protected.

"Isn't it the legend of the three million gods with magical powers, nor the Buddha born of some faith, but the pure and good thoughts that rely on the human heart, although it has now become a legend, if such a thing really happened in this land in the past...... Wait......" Zhao Mian stopped his muttering, he raised his head and looked left and right, in this time period of two o'clock in the middle of the night, he was the only one in the entire library, following his line of sight, the bright light lit up all the bookshelves near him one by one, and the gilded titles of those books reflected the golden light in the light of the light - but in this light, a little bit of weak, as if it did not exist dreamlike light appeared in Zhao Mian's eyes.

Zhao Mian stretched out his hand towards the faint light, and a little bit of light condensed in the air, as if forming a track carrying light, which extended from Zhao Mian's palm to the side of the weak light. The weak light lightly touched the track made of light, perhaps feeling some kind of intimate aura, just like the flame-like light seemed to expand a lot, and then as if meeting a relative who had not seen him for a long time, he followed the track to Zhao Mian's side.

The point of light stayed on Zhao Mian's hand, and the swaying light left a little warmth in his palm-this warm touch seemed familiar--Zhao Mian frowned and thought about this touch that seemed to have been felt at some point in the past, and his left hand unconsciously turned over to touch the gilded shell of the book, but at the moment when the light, which was weaker than the holy light that only existed as a lighting around him, disappeared from his eyes, Zhao Mian stopped the movement of his hand, and then slowly moved his left hand away.

Below the original position of his left hand, a small light source flickered like a frightened child. But its movements only stopped there, even when Zhao Mian's hand was about to cover it, it still didn't have any intention of escaping, like an innocent child, holding its own incomparably childish but firm confidence, showing its timid but still not moving away smile to a time-soaked adult - and this smile is so delicate and beautiful.

"So it's you, little one. Zhao Mian gently touched the weak light, but at the same time as his finger touched the light source, the small light seemed to feel his kindness, with a gentle trajectory, little by little along his arm to the top of his head, and then gently landed on the top of a hair. Warm, with a little sense of peace of mind and satisfaction came from the top of Zhao Mian's head, the small light seemed to have found his own residence, with a little bit of fox and tiger power, exuding brilliance above his head.

However, this scene did not last long, because when he found that the small light source began to take an interest in his hair, and began to wrap around a strand of hair, Zhao Mian returned to the investigation of the legend. The book with that passage was not the only one, and there might be some clues in other books that might be related - with this in mind, Zhao Mian began to read other books, but before he could finish reading two pages of inexplicable ancient texts, the progress of the work stopped again.

A small light source floated down from the top of his head, right in the center of the book, and the weak light exuded a soft experience, touching the back of Zhao Mian's right hand with a slight warm feeling—like a young beast licking the back of its master's hand.

However, there are some differences. When the baby licks the back of the hand, it is only because of the temperature of the young animal's body and the roughness of the tongue, which makes people feel very comfortable. This weak light is different, what comes from her body is a certain resonance from the senses, which is also a common means of communication for most elven beings - the warmth she conveys represents the strength of her origin, and also represents her current feelings, if she is full of fear now, then ordinary people fall into fear because of the terrifying feelings of the past when they touch her.

But a gentle little guy like this is generally harmless, and if it's this size, he shouldn't even be able to fully volatilize himself. Zhao Mian chuckled and held up the small light source in front of her with holy light, then placed her on the high pile of books on the side, and then reclosed the book in her hand while she was floating on the table again. It seems that it is unlikely that the investigation will continue today-Zhao Mian thought so, he stretched out his hand, in his hand, the light was woven quickly, and soon, the sharp light lost its edges and corners, forming a small tree on the wide table of the library, and on the trunk of the tree, a small swing was gently swaying.

A small trick is not very difficult to learn, and can only be used to please these weak elves - but Zhao Mian is willing to do it, because this seemingly weak guy comes from the warmest place in the hearts of all the people nearby, and the human will makes her born, and she is also silently watching over the fragile hearts of human beings, sending warmth to their dreams on every cold night.

"Huh?" Zhao Mian suddenly frowned - what did I just think of? - Ah, the origin of the elves, these weak creatures come from the minds of humans and other intelligent beings, they are born when people collectively feel a certain emotion, and die when people's relationships fall apart......" is this. ”

Zhao Mian pulled over the rubbing book that had just been placed aside, and flipped to the place where he had placed his bookmark, [At that time, people and the town were one. At that time, everyone was happy. He turned his head and saw the little guy who was curiously surrounding the bare-cast swing, but didn't dare to touch it—perhaps, it was just that simple. Zhao Mian smiled, the light disappeared in an instant, and the darkness enveloped the empty library again, but in the darkness, a little weak light swayed from side to side quickly, and then stopped in front of Zhao Mian's nose. Zhao Mian nodded at her gently, and the weak light flew around Zhao Mian twice, and then disappeared into the air.

Perhaps, after the injury is healed, it will be a good choice to take a look at the 'inside' of this town. Zhao Mian stood outside the library, thinking so, he raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance, in the darkness, light was appearing little by little.