Chapter 11 Where Love Goes, Where Love Goes, Artistic Conception

Xingzhe quickly pulled Penelope up, and then rushed to a volley position, at this moment, the fog behind them had completely covered their figures, but they still couldn't see their fingers in front of them. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Owen, though I have to admit that your move was completely unexpected." Penelope said, "But, what are you bringing me here, it's still foggy all around!" ”

"Senior sister, you also want to really appreciate the scenery of the Pulpit Stone, don't you? But the weather is bad right now, but I have a way to see the view! ”

"Really?"

The "magic" that Xingzhe released in front of her was enough for her to be shocked, but what she didn't expect was that he actually had an even more shocking technique behind him, so what did he do?

Penelope stopped talking, she told Xingzhe with her eyes, boy, it's your performance time next~

Xingzhe smiled confidently, and then waved his wand, and the green qi in his body began to work rapidly.

"The wind and clouds!"

For magic, Xingzhe is thinking about it with his own understanding all the time, he seems to be born with a different way of observing magic, he can use some spells with the same effect through Chinese speech, at this point, there is only one person in the wizarding world who can do it.

He no longer cares if it's because of his identity as a traverser, this is his talent, what he can do, he also wants to be more sophisticated in magic, and deepen his understanding, which is called "enlightenment!" ”

Therefore, the wind and clouds are imitating the use of magic, but purely using their own Taoist ability to induce a Taoist technique, which is also magic, which is like a way but not a way, and a demon is not a demon.

However, it played the effect that Xingzhe wanted, and Hou Yun behind him still did not change, but the fog in front of him began to flow.

A small whirlwind flew out of the wand, blowing away the fog in front of them, and it was at this moment that the beauty of the Pulpit Stone's truly good weather really caught his and Penelope's eyes.

The turquoise water, the white edge of the sea level in the distance, the condescending and precipitous, this spectacular scenery of nature, Xingzhe and Penelope were stunned.

Penelope is also a Muggle-born wizard, she immediately sat on the unbreakable wood, as if she was sitting on the pulpit stone, although she was very small at the moment, but this angle to enjoy the view, it was really amazing!

Xingzhe was also stunned at this time, all along, he stayed in Kunlun Mountain all the year round in this world, and he was really a little tired of the beautiful scenery, but after really seeing the scenery at this time today, a resonant solemn feeling suddenly emerged in his heart, and he looked at the mountains and the sea, and he was quite enlightened.

Penelope was sitting, he was standing, and the two of them went up and down, and it was picturesque from the back, but unfortunately the tourists on the pulpit stone could not see them, because there was still a fog on the pulpstick.

"Well, not only did I see the beautiful scenery today, but I also used this method to flirt with my sister, oh no, this is Sister Flirting, Sister Tease, she doesn't want to tease."

Xingzhe sighed to himself in his heart, and at the same time he had a great feeling when he watched the scenery, and then he used his wand to write in the air.

The lewd rain is shining, even the mountains are not opened, the yin wind is angry, the waves are empty, the sun and stars are hidden, and the mountains are hidden;

Spring and Jingming, the waves are not alarmed, the sky is up and down, a blue sky, the shore is blue, lush and green.

It's so wet, it's so wet, it's so wet.

He nodded, and the words condensed by the Qingqi of the Qin Yuan people hung in the air, lasting for a long time, Penelope could not read Chinese, and asked curiously.

"Owen, what are you drawing?"

"It's a poem."

"Huh? Poem? Then you read this poem to me~"

"Azure is waiting for smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you~~

The green smoke rises, thousands of miles across the river,

At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty

Just when I was foreshadowing to meet you

Azure and other smoke and rain

And I'm waiting for you

The moonlight was salvaged

Blurred the ending

Such as the hand-me-down blue and white porcelain is beautiful

You have a smile in your eyes...."

Jiang Yi didn't read the original poem, but he felt the feeling when he watched this scene, and directly sang the Chinese style "Blue and White Porcelain" of a certain king singer in his previous life, this scene is too suitable for this song.

Penelope originally wanted to laugh, how to recite the poem and sing, but she suddenly found that Xingzhe sang very well, his voice was too gentle and tasteful, and this music style that she was not familiar with brought the taste of Xingzhe's ancient oriental civilization to the extreme.

Although she didn't understand what Xingzhe was singing, she felt that it was a love song, a gentle and gentle love song, especially when Xingzhe sang the last sentence and looked at her, she blushed unconsciously.

Xingzhe sang so emotionally, and in the end, Penelope looked back and smiled like a genius, which is more appropriate for the song of "Blue and White Porcelain".

"Senior sister, I will cherish the memories of this trip." Xingzhe said seriously.

Penelope was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly, and did not reply to him, but at this time, silence is better than sound.

Xingzhe then returned to the Pulpit Stone with Penelope, and when he came out of the fog, many of the tourists were frightened, and under the incomprehensible brows of the tourists, the two of them hurried away, but both of them were smiling.

It seems that before you know it, there is a subtle change.

Whether you want to or not, the Pulpit Stone is here, and it will neither leave nor disappear.

In its eternal history, it is the quietest listener, and the most honest listener, and no matter who says or does anything here, it will not object.

It was late at night, and Jiang was sleepless.

The masked man was sitting on the pulpstone at this time, it was not the time to visit, and no one would be here, no one would disturb him, and at his feet, there was a shrunken but still torso of a tree.

This wood was spurred by Xingzhe with green energy, so it will take a while to disappear completely, and the masked man looked at the starry sky above his head and the piece of green wood under his feet, not knowing what he was thinking.

Because of his mask, no one knows what he's thinking.

Suddenly, the compass beside him became agitated, and the compass-like spoon swayed.

He got up, held the compass, and made a seal with both hands, a standard print, the compass was not shaking, it stabilized, but then a bright line of fire in the sky rushed straight from the edge of the sky.

"It's coming so fast.," but he jumped in the air and disappeared.

The last moment the fire approached, and there was an additional figure on the pulpit stone, this person dressed in white.

The third senior brother looked around, he stood on the edge of the cliff of the sermon stone, looked down from a height, and naturally saw the clump of trees.

"Little junior brother... You're still like this.... This is your "leak". ”