On the horizon, a glow is diffused.

The call of a turtledove was heard in the forest. It is said that the loach in the ground and the turtledove in the sky can be greatly replenished in the eyes of rural people.

The cries of roosters could be heard in the grass ahead. Yuan Qiuhua pursed his lips, simulating the cries of the female bamboo chicken, cooing, and attracting the arrival of the male bamboo chicken. She screamed a few times, "fluttered", and the rooster flew to her feet. Lan Xinyan went to grab the cat's waist, pounced, and flew away again.

The glow is getting brighter and redder.

Lan Xinyan looked at the sky: The sun is about to emerge from the water, and we can't catch up by plane, alas, run for nothing.

Yuan Qiuhua took out the pendant on his chest - the red rope was tied to a three-inch-long jade flute. She smiled secretly: If this Xuannu summons the ancient divine beasts, the kind that soars through the clouds and fog, and sends her to the top of the mountain, please tell Your Excellency, do you dare to ride?

Lan Xinyan smiled dumbly: What kind of Xuannu? Aren't you a saint? What kind of ancient divine beast? Is it a green dragon, a white tiger, a phoenix, a unicorn, a crane, a sweaty and bloody horse, or a nine-colored deer, a nine-tailed fox?

Yuan Qiuhua stomped her feet: Nine Heavens Xuannu, Nuwa Niangniang's master!

Lan Xinyan shook his head: I don't believe it! Unless you show your real body, even if the golden light blinds me, it's worth it. It's inconvenient to show up in the blue sky during the day, and it's okay to have a dream or something at night!

Yuan Qiuhua raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: You little cub, you have only lived for a few years? Have you ever seen a real god? Now the bodhisattva in the temple can only be called a mud puppet!

Her voice suddenly became old, thick, desolate, revealing the vicissitudes of eternity. Lan Xinyan was photographed, feeling weak, paralyzed to the ground, and lost consciousness in the blink of an eye.

When he woke up again, the person was already lying in the star-picking pavilion on the top of Longjiao Peak, and the pavilion pillar was engraved with "two and a half watches in the middle of the night", and the right pavilion pillar was engraved with "Mid-Autumn Festival in August". He got up, the eastern river was red and shining, and the sun had just shown a face.

Above the mountainside jungle, thousands of birds and birds rose into the air, coiling in a circle around a fire phoenix, slowly spinning.

Lan Xinyan knew that this was a hundred birds and a phoenix. He held up his camera and snapped.

The fire phoenix roared, as cold as a rock avalanche, crisp as ice cracking, and majestic as the sea. It leaps three feet and spreads its wings to the sun. Bird herringbone, followed closely. The fire phoenix was shrouded in a circle of Buddha light, full of colors. The birds are close to the sun, circling the sun in three circles, rotating slowly.

Lan Xinyan knew that this was the rising sun of the hundred birds. He held up his camera and kept snapping.

The sun jumps out of the horizontal plane, the glow is like a rainbow, and the waves are like a rainbow.

The fire phoenix let out a long roar, and the birds dispersed, each flying back to the jungle.

The pale blue water of the lake is very quiet, and the clear sky is blue and clear.

Yuan Qiuhua carried a bamboo basket, came up with a smile, took out roasted sweet potatoes, roasted corn, and simmered millet, and asked him to satisfy his hunger.

Lan Xinyan told her about this morning's adventure, missed the wonder of the rising sun of a hundred birds, and felt sorry for her.

Yuan Qiuhua smiled: It's nothing, I grew up in Si, and I will eventually have a chance to see it.

Go back, Lan Xinyan develops the film, the photo comes out, the birds are facing the phoenix, the birds are all blurry, but the sunrise is clear, it's really strange, weird, weird.