Maybe the weather is really good, walking and walking, Haoguang's thoughts also dispersed with the warm weather, and the door of memory is quiet. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the Xuanwu Festival a year ago, the weather was as beautiful as it is today.

The sun was still so warm, the wind was still so gentle, and as the best magician in Qinghui Academy, he had already spent the eighth day with his companion.

Hiding in the bushes, he first checked the location of the Xingyao Stone buried around, and then injected silver-white spiritual power into the complex starlight in the stone, and the injection of spiritual power, the starlight seemed to be alive, emitting a faint light, like the stars in the sky, which was amazing.

After inspecting the Star Stone, he quickly sat down next to a bush, his fingers were sealed, like a flowing stream, and the silver-white spiritual power spread out crystallinely, and the whole person instantly merged with the surrounding scenery.

Small Tibetan Divine Technique, although the level is only low-grade, but it is very practical.

Most of the magicians on the Heavenly Spirit Continent are proficient in this technique, but if they want to be truly perfect, not every one of them can complete it.

Wu Haoguang, who has done perfect hiding, sometimes wonders if it is a bit of a fuss to spend two years studying such an unpopular magic technique.

At this time, the sun is already hanging above the sky, and the power of the light is not so strong, giving people a feeling of just right, soft and comfortable, just like today's weather.

Haoguang sat quietly, recovering, his spiritual power was like the breath of a plant, slowly penetrating into his body, and occasionally he would open his slightly squinted eyes, revealing a vigilant gaze.

Spiritual power, the source of the power of the magician, has been explored and developed by countless ancestors, and the method of cultivation has long evolved to the extreme.

The endless levels of spiritual power cultivation methods seem to announce the arrival of a golden age.

And the magic of Qiaqia is the best proof of this era!

The immeasurable magic of turning over the river and the sea, the storm magic of tearing the sky and the earth, the Bodhi magic of Sanskrit sound, and the nine lives of rebirth from the fire...... All this is telling the brilliance and glory of this era.

Haoguang has been cultivating spiritual power and divine arts for ten years, and six years of spiritual power foundation and four years of divine magic practice are boring and disgusting for him or for a child.

Maybe it was indeed the best time to practice, but for him, it was the worst of times.

There is no childhood, no life, and most of the time is spent on cultivation and practice.

He even had some envy of those children who didn't have the talent for cultivation, because in his eyes, their lives were normal.

However, these ideas are just childish and rebellious for parents.

Parents of all children in the Heavenly Spirit Continent who have cultivation talents are rushing to send them to the Divine Art Academy, because in their eyes, the Divine Magician is the most noble and promising profession, or they want their children to live well, at least to protect themselves.

After all, the Heavenly Spirit Continent is no longer the peaceful continent it was ten thousand years ago.

Haoguang's grandmother was also heartbroken by his cultivation, because Haoguang was not a particularly hard-working child before.

He still clearly remembers a time when a stupid teacher scolded him directly, he was a parasite of the academy if he was not educated and did not work hard. The grandmother who was on the side at the time was aggrieved and begged to give Haoguang another chance, but Haoguang didn't expect that the grandmother, who had always been very strong in his impression, actually shed some muddy tears.

Tears are sadness, disappointment, and powerlessness.

At that moment, Xiao Haoguang suddenly understood something, just like he suddenly understood how to cultivate spiritual power.

He didn't want his grandmother to shed any more tears, he loved his grandmother because he only had grandma in his memory from birth.

In fact, later time proved that he did it, and as one of the best students of Qinghui Academy, he was not only recognized by his teachers, but also participated in the annual Xuanwu Festival with other partners.

At this time, he had already spent the eighth day with his partner in the final trial of the Xuanwu Festival.

Either you don't do it, or you have to do it to do your best, and this is what his grandmother has said to him the most.

Since he participated in this Xuanwu Festival, he doesn't want to leave regrets, he wants his grandmother to be proud of him, and he wants to become the most shining star in this Xuanwu Festival!

Strong beliefs often inspire unprecedented motivation.

Although the final result is still unknown, at the very least, so far, no one in his team has been eliminated.

Time is gradually passing away, and the annual Xuanwu Festival continues......

Retracting his thoughts, Haoguang found that he had unconsciously come to the Rainbow Bridge, looking at the microwave lake, he let out a long breath, and his tense body relaxed again.

With a wry smile in his heart, a year did not make him forget those memories, and his body responded unnaturally.

At this time, the sun had begun to set in the west, and the orange-red light stretched his shadow very long, standing on the rainbow bridge, looking into the distance, looking at the sky, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The Rainbow Bridge was built 200 years ago, and it is still in the ancient style of the Middle Ages, hand-carved from the hard and wear-resistant phoenix rock.

Legend has it that on the day the Rainbow Bridge was built, seven colors of rainbow colors were sprinkled in the sky, and it is believed that this is a blessing from the phoenix, representing luck and peace, and the name of the rainbow was born, which has accompanied the bridge for 200 years.

Time flies, and the years have long since changed to their original appearance, but beautiful legends have been passed down from generation to generation.

Haoguang stood on the bridge, silently feeling.

Suddenly, a lake-like fold appeared in the sky, and a small black dot circled and expanded.

"What is this?" Haoguang's face sank, and he hurriedly retreated and looked at the sky.

I saw that the black dot was getting bigger and bigger, and a black hole with a diameter of about two meters cracked in the sky.

A white figure floated down from the black hole, and the purple-gold pentagram burned with a faint glow around its body, like a holy fire falling from the sky.

"My own people!" Haoguang's mind flashed, and an arrow rushed towards the figure that fell down.

The lake under the sunset, sparkling and sparkling, like a shattered galaxy god gold, each piece has a small elf flickering, dancing.

In mid-air, Haoguang was like a leaping carp, grasping it firmly with both hands, and falling down to the hands of people.

Looking at each other, Haoguang suddenly felt that the whole time had stood still.

A bright face, creamy skin, picturesque eyebrows, and morning star-like eyes. The whole face is absolutely beautiful and refined, without a trace of human fireworks.

Three thousand strands of hair poured down like a waterfall, and a golden moon-shaped hair ornament was embedded in the upper left corner of the forehead, and a pink diamond fell into it, making the whole person look like a goddess above the nine heavens.

The plain white pleated skirt is dusty, like a budding white lotus, swaying with unearthly spirituality.

Haoguang feels that he will never forget today in his life, and he will not forget such an encounter.

"Whew!"

A huge sense of fall began to creep through his heart.

"Not good!" Haoguang, who came back to his senses, felt that his body kept falling.

He silently operated the familiar route in his body, but found that it didn't work at all.

By the way, I'm not a magician anymore!

"Poof"!

In an instant, Haoguang fell into the lake along with the girl.

The silence of the world in the water made people have no trouble, and Haoguang, who sank in the water, did not struggle, he swam in the direction of the girl like a frog.

The girl is still beautiful in the water, like a tired mermaid, floating quietly in the water, her eyes like morning stars, shining with crystal light.

Haoguang came to the girl's side, took the girl's hand, pointed forward, and swam towards the shore.

"Whirring ......"

Haoguang, who was lying on the shore, breathed out the air heavily, his whole body was soaked, and there was a ripple on his nose.

The girl next to her stood up, squeezing the water in the pleated skirt with her hands, and the puffed skirt revealed her slender legs like jade.

"I said, that ......" Haoguang relieved himself and got up to look at the girl.

"I'll go!" For a moment, Haoguang felt as if something was flowing down his nose, and his face was hot and hot, and there was no room for anything else in his eyes.

"What beautiful legs......"

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