Gradually, the snow stopped, the wind became softer, the thick clouds disappeared, and the sun appeared in the sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After the snow, a rainbow hangs high on the distant mountain, the sun, snow, and rainbow are intoxicating and heartbreaking.

The feeling of warmth, the breath of spring returns between heaven and earth. The sun shines warmly on your body, the spring breeze gently caresses your face, you enjoy this spring while looking at the snow on the ground, and the heaven and earth are full of strange feelings.

In the bubbles in the air, Xiang Xuehai's eyelashes trembled a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes. How can I be in a blister, floating in the air with the blister? It's a sunny spring, but how can it be snowy outside? Why can't I feel cold?

Transparent water bubbles float in the air, and the rainbow in the distance becomes the background of the water bubbles, refracting colorful light against the background of sunlight and rainbows, like a dream.

Xiang Xuehai stretched out his hand and gently stroked the blister, and the surface of the blister fluctuated for a while, and the brilliance flowed, like a child making a cheerful response. The elemental elves also seemed to sense the awakening of Xiangxuehai, and they were also happy for her.

The bubble swirled in the air and slowly fell. Falling on the high platform, in front of the old dean, the blister broke, turned into small droplets that circled and flew around the sea of fragrant snow, and slowly disappeared from sight.

The elemental spirits that originally traveled between heaven and earth, the earthy earth spirits, the fire spirits that turned into flowers, the wind spirits that flew softly, the water spirits that had been protecting the Xiangxue Sea, and even the ice spirits that mutated in the snow happily flocked to the Xiangxue Sea. Xiang Xuehai stretched out her little hand to feel the mood of the elves, and she could clearly feel that the elemental elves were dancing happily along the mysterious trajectory.

Xiang Xuehai closed his eyes and saw the ocean again, an ocean composed of elemental spirits. The four whirlpools of earth, wind, water and fire were running wildly, and a new whirlpool appeared next to it, and the white whirlpool turned faster than the others, increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Five swirls, five colors, frantically absorbing elemental spirits in the misty space.

Gradually, the whirlpool stopped growing, only the colors became clearer and clearer. From the bottom of the whirlpool, a system of roots protruded, blending with each other, slowly thickening and extending downward, plunging into the depths of the misty space.

Gradually, it takes the form of a tree. A tree trunk grew from the depths of the elemental ocean, and five branches sprouted from the top, each with a crystal clear whirlpool, like a flower ready to bloom. The original simple vortex has more connections with each other, and the five elements form a cycle, repeating itself and mysterious.

Xiang Xuehai felt that this originally silent elemental ocean had changed, no longer lifeless, and a little more life in the fog. It is the power of life, and the dead space has vitality, and it suddenly comes to life. With the wind in the space, the ocean of elements is flowing and evolving, what will it evolve into?

Xiang Xuehai's perception of the elements has been greatly improved, and the elemental elves seem to be her innate companions, and as soon as she stretches out her hand, there are elves circling between her fingers. The magical knowledge that I didn't understand was suddenly cleared up, and it was no longer a jerky text, but a living magic fluctuation.

Magic is the use of elemental elves to form a magic array, the fireball technique is a magic array, and the large portal is also a magic array, but it is a more advanced and complex magic array. The purpose of the magician is to comprehend the composition of the magic array, to turn it from a monotonous line into a living trajectory, and to compress it into a magic model of your own.

A stable magic model that can instantly cast spells when you need them, without the need to chant long magic spells. Because the process of reciting magic spells is the process of forming a magic array, with a fixed model, magic spells are also condensed into a symbol, and a magic model corresponds to a special symbol.

The magic model is unique, it must be the magician's own comprehension, it cannot be passed on, there are no shortcuts. That's why there's the difference between a junior magician and a mage who unleash the same magic. For the most common fireball technique, a junior mage often recites a spell for thirty seconds, while a mage can do it instantaneously.

The length of time it takes to cast a spell can often determine victory or defeat, or even life or death. Know that your enemies, or monsters, don't have the patience to wait for you to chant spells slowly and give you a fair chance.

The basic spells were compressed into magic models one by one, and Xiang Xuehai even modified the running tracks that felt awkward, making the models tighter and more natural, and these models shrunk into particles of light and collected into the magic vortex. From then on, they were no longer spells, but formed the unique magical energy structure of Xiangxue Sea.

Xiang Xuehai and the magical elements are integrated, as if she is the elemental elf, and the elemental elf is her. All this didn't seem to be achieved by cultivation, as if it was her innate instinct. The sea of fragrant snow wanders in the sea of elements, exuding a faint floral fragrance, the fragrance is very light, and it is far away.

In a short period of time, Xiang Xuehai has completed the path of others for many years on the road of magic, it seems that Xiang Xuehai was born for magic, and magic is Xiang Xuehai's instinct.

Xiang Xuehai moved his thoughts slightly, and a small flame appeared on the tip of his finger, and the flame flickered as if dancing happily. There was a gust of wind blowing gently, and the flames were gone, and in its place the misty water droplets, crystal clear water droplets, rolled around, silently turning into snowflakes, and slowly turning into ice crystals.

The earth element under his feet slowly rose, forming a blooming flower, a flower that no one knew, and Xiang Xuehai stood in the stamen, like a holy goddess.

Xiang Xuehai slowly opened her eyes, and as Xiang Xuehai opened her eyes, the elemental spirit disappeared, and the goddess became the poor little girl again.

The old dean saw that Xiang Xuehai finally woke up completely, pounced, and a heart fell into his stomach. With a long sigh of relief, I finally had a thrilling time. Today's events are too weird, people are old, and they can't stand the torture of such ups and downs.

The old dean asked with concern: "How is it, Xiang Xuehai, do you feel that something is abnormal?" ”

The things in the dream are extraordinary, although Xiang Xuehai is young, after watching the little girl who has experienced the destruction of her family, she has also learned to be cautious. There must have been a great secret in that dream call, which even the dean could not tell.

The reason why a secret is a secret is that it is only called a secret when it is buried deep in one person's heart, and it is not a secret if there is a second person who knows it.