Chapter 13 Writing the Phoenix Paper Everything is only due to the beginning of the image
The two girls confronted each other in the field, and everyone around them held their breath and stared, as if they were worried about missing the moment. The Purple Cloud Dart Master had already appeared before, and at this time, the other girl's sassy face showed a kind smile, and said: "Sister Red Lotus, since childhood, you and I have been like the tip of the needle and the wheat mang, and we can't tell the difference. ”
Look at the woman called the red lotus, dressed in a brocade red robe, with golden eagle lotus silk boots, and a butterfly knot on her head. Moistening the cheeks, it seems to be very desirable, and the eyes are affectionate, and the smile is swaying. The temperament and style are very different from Ziyun. Ziyun is a heroine who dares to be a heroine with great pride, and Red Lotus is a bewitching fox and tender like water.
The red lotus's long eyelashes flickered, and the narrow eyes were full of honey, although it was not the original intention, it was helpless. She smiled and said, "Then it's as the third sister wishes." ”
In the White Tiger Dart Bureau, as we all know, at the beginning of the establishment of the Dart Bureau, the two daughters and the blue dart head met each other, and the three of them were called sisters. Blue as jade is the longest, red lotus is second, and purple cloud is the last. The three daughters have amazing faces, extraordinary skills, and are even more kind and polite, so that the Yiren have been together since childhood, when they are really people with similar aggregates to groups, the phoenix disdains pigs for food, and the toad is rare for swans.
Ziyun swayed his halberd and took the lead. I saw her leap forward, her feet in the air, and a cold shot went straight through the stab, hitting the red lotus. Red Lotus Jiao shouted "Good coming", her body was like a beauty falling asleep, and her slender finger sword suddenly rose up, stabbing the lower end of the halberd, and with a borrowed force, the two of them staggered up and down, swapping the initial position.
The two of them had not yet stood still, each of them was illusory, the red lotus stabbed back, and the purple cloud set up a halberd to block. Immediately, the halberd circled, circled in the air to accumulate momentum, and then slashed out horizontally, and the long sword also had a discerning eye, and a few worthy points could resist this domineering power.
The two of them suddenly rose and fell like rabbits, suddenly like white cranes in the water, dancing steps, singing and soothing waists; After a few rounds, the two of them looked like lightning flashes, their swords and halberds were sonorous, and they were smiling and smiling. Obviously, the two daughters fought to a tie again. Although there are many elements of the performance, in the eyes of the ordinary crowd, it is tantamount to a wonderful and gorgeous game.
The applause was thunderous, and the applause suddenly rang out.
Yun Li was carrying the cultivation of Dou Ying, so he could naturally see that it was designed for appearance, but he still nodded and praised again and again, and secretly sighed at the heroic boy.
Huo Lingchang also couldn't take his eyes off it, this cute girl was full of admiration, and her palms were already red.
Ye Wu** Huo Jie whispered, suddenly feeling quite moved in his heart, the subtle feeling was really indescribable and completely subconscious, he didn't have any reason to convince himself, and he suddenly looked back with his current cognition that couldn't be explained, and his eyes slowly cast along the eagerness of the preset channel. The small attic, the slightly open small window, the autumn water, full of the shyness of the cool breeze, rippled at the end of the old dream.
May we all carry the bag of poetry and walk away in the sky, and may we all hold hands with the old white head forever, so that the time is rolling and flowing in a meaningless way. Behold, the old wooden house on the bank of the Canghai River is eternally attached to the mulberry fields under the quill pen. Behold, the flowers are blooming all over the wilderness, and Nanhan has been blessed with a fatalistic beauty.
The mountains and seas are broken, the mountains and the oceans are beautiful, and my heart is long.
That gaze was full of deep meaning, and a delicate flower bloomed in the memory. It seems to be a good medicine, full of familiar curative effects from past and present lives.
In the overlap of light and shadow, there is no hatred at night, and tears are in my eyes. The reincarnation of the grand bloom of disillusionment is endless, boiling into a soup in the soft place of the night without hatred, and a tear called "sad" overflows his entire chest.
Inexplicable palpitations, like a fish in the throat.
Lan Ruyu was like a soul swimming in the nine skies at this time, and her eyes were stupid. In the years of death, how can you be prosperous at a glance, and the colors of life are all glowing at this time. At this moment, she seemed to see another world from the vastness. Here with the knots as the main color, under the vast sky dome to draw the winding mountains and rivers, emerald and green, pink and white, golden veins, indigo afterglow, all kinds of colors contrast with each other, mixed and tangled, and finally become a thought like a water halo ink dyed for the impression of color, lingering, faint and not melting, coiled in the heart, its roots have been deep.
In an instant, it was clearly perceived as the autumn of several years. Ye Wuqi stared in thought, his eyebrows knotted lightly, and he breathed a deep sigh of relief, and when he looked up again, the girl's face had hidden in the shadows of the pane in shame.
The salty wind is always in the memory of summer, and the tall walls still can't resist the piercing of the cicadas on a few tall willow trees. At this time, Ye Wuqi felt extremely unreal, as if he was watching a real immersive dumb silent image, floating in a variety of ways, joy, anger and hatred, as if it was a costumed play, obviously vivid enough to arouse thousands of muddy thoughts in the chest, but it was extremely difficult to integrate one's own body. Everyone around them was doing their part, and the Creator seemed to press the slow motion, and the slowness was extremely clear, and even the towering of every hair of hair was reflected in the eyelids of the night without hatred.
"I'm a red dust guest, not a flower in the world. "Ye Wuqi thought so.
After that, it didn't have much to do with the night and the party. Under Ziyun's shout, the internal members of the White Tiger Dart Bureau got up one after another, dressed in full clothes, and stood in line, roughly counting, about thirty. The remaining people who had been recruited stood in twos and threes. Ziyun heroically said some encouraging words in order to achieve the ultimate goal of the internal competition, and walked into the main room with Honglian.
Subsequently, Shi Jian, who was doing housekeeping and other things in the White Tiger Dart Bureau, held a roster in his hand, counted the names in an orderly manner, checked the number of people, and counted the list of those who had not arrived. As for Huo Jie, Huo Lingchang and Yun Li, the matter of the three of them is easy to handle, Huo Qiyong's words made Shi Jian add three more places to the roster out of thin air. What's more, this group of people still has no hatred at night, but Shi Jian has respect for the night without hatred, and he has to look at the face of the Buddha if he doesn't look at the monk's face.
Shi Jian was born with a national face, soft eyebrows and eyes, and a loyal and honest look. After finishing a series of trivial affairs, he said: "The dart bureau received a temporary notice that the original departure date must be advanced, and it will leave at noon today. As for the people who didn't come, they can't take care of it, this dart is very different from the past, and I would like to explain to you that people who have changed their minds will not be blocked by our dart bureau, and they can leave now. Shi Jian paused, coughed solemnly, and said: "The destination of this dart is Jianye!"
The crowd standing in groups of threes and threes was in an uproar. Jianye, a famous big city in the southwest region of Xuanxing, is a transportation hub in the southwest region, a market and trade distribution center, and a big city with more developed cultural exchanges, although it has little to do with politics, but in terms of its prosperity, it can definitely be among the best in the southwest domain area. But none of that mattered, at least not for this dart. What really surprised everyone was that this city was far away from the mountains and rivers of Dew Town, and it would not be possible to reach it for a long time, not to mention that it was necessary to go over the mountains and mountains, not to mention that it had to pass through the dangerous Longpan Forest!