READX;?8, Ancient Babylon: The Hanging Gardens

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China, Northwest Frontier –

In autumn and winter, migratory birds often migrate, and their accurate sensing of geomagnetism is better than that of all navigators. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info they travel from north to south, except for night rest, they spend almost all of their time on migration, a state that lasts for months, enough to fly halfway around the world.

But recently, three dark and gloomy flying shadows faintly swept in the dim clouds of the great northwest.

The black air is so dark and ever-changing that even the most professional videographer and even the most extreme capture equipment cannot capture the figure of these blackbirds.

They travel in formations, flying from west to east, very different from those migratory birds that migrate from north to south.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of capable people in the land of Shenzhou, and there are occasional sages outside the gate who can recognize the traces of these three uninvited guests with the naked eye alone.

The bright feathers of the whole body are shaped like iron feathers, and the sharp lines are full of dark Gothic style, like the sharp beak of an iron needle, and the gray falcon eyes glow with a cold cold light.

Day and night, they are not disturbed by magnetic fields, they ignore the temperature, and they fly at such a fast speed as if they never need to stop.

No one can calculate this kind of efficiency beyond comprehension – it only took a week to fly from faraway Northern Europe to the Chinese border.

Black doesn't mean it's not gorgeous. Some people can see clearly, but they can't recognize it; Some people recognize it, but they can't see it clearly.

"The Norse raven?"

"Send three at once? What a big deal! ”

"I don't know if this kind of exotic bird is comparable to a few golden beasts......"

"This bird, although it is black, is much more beautiful than what is recorded in ancient paintings."

"If there are three letters, Maoshan will receive one!"

No one outside the gate is murderous, and people follow the ancient rules of the alien circle - the message is not guilty.

It is a matter of great importance to arrange three Nordic ravens to come to China day and night to deliver the letter, and if someone takes down these strange birds, not to mention the anger of the messenger, I am afraid that the three parties in the territory will also be angry with the public.

The three clusters of black feathers that were stacked like cake skirts escaped into the sky, and suddenly the prediction of an old man came true, and the raven who led the team suddenly swooped, its beak approaching an unpredictable mountain mist.

If it is three letters, Maoshan will receive one, it knows that it is far away in the sky, out of reach, and the obsession flowing in the blood guides it to continue to move forward,

The cold wind could not shake it, and the second raven raised its head and let out a hoarse hiss, and quickly dived with its wings, smashing straight into the dragon gate in the general direction.

The third raven, burying its head forward......

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Looking for the dragon gate, touching the golden pool——

The two monkey pots that had long been drunk lay quietly on the edge of the pool, with sticky saliva hanging from the mouth of the can, and even if they had long since lost the smell of alcohol, they were licked over and over again as if they were treasures.

The irascible Talisman Venerable was immersed in the hot bottom of the pool, and for several days, the white ape dutifully guarded the black gold talisman standing in the center of the pool, and the black claws of the pangolin that were so big that they were not as big as words had gradually taken shape.

Burst~! Boom la la la......

The white ape jumped out of the water, spit out a breath of hot air impatiently, and couldn't wait to rub away the fog in front of him, and a pair of fine lights popped out of his reddish eyes in an instant, looking northwest and soaring into the sky.

It is rumored that high-grade gold-touching beasts are particularly sensitive to similar beasts, and the higher the grade, the greater the movement. A golden holy beast appeared on the ground in a certain place in Loulan, and its momentum soared into the sky, so that all the strange beasts within a radius of thousands of miles trembled.

"The Venerable Lao Fu is an eight-grade person, who has been famous for more than 200 years, and he is so sensitive at noon today that he sat up from the water in shock...... I'm afraid there's a guest coming from afar......"

In the Hidden Dragon Palace, a one-eyed old man sat cross-legged.

"Is someone trying to find me the new head of Longmen?" The Thousand Eagles Venerable, who was lying on his side, stroked his long beard.

"Uncle Shi, you're too worried."

A white robe silently rolled into the back hall, Duan Yun's long figure floated close to the stone table, quietly staring at the shimmering candlestick on the Hidden Dragon Terrace.

It was a green candle flame, at first glance it looked like a blooming lotus, and under closer inspection, it was a peeled bluestone onion, like a flower but not a flower, with a total of eight petals, which was a tribute to the eight-star golden captain.

These eight petals of green onion skin, each peeling off is linked to the candle center, almost wanting to fall off, but the lotus root is broken, and the cyan fireworks of the candle heart are endless.

Duan Yun stared at the tenacious green flame with hope, and said persistently:

"Half of the remnants stayed in the heart of the candle and blessed me to find the dragon gate. If the candle flame is not extinguished, it means that Master is still alive! As long as Master still has the hope of coming back alive from the Tianyan Conference, I, Duan Yun, will always be the 'acting master'. ”

As soon as these words came out, the old men around the table fell silent. The Tianyan Conference has been held for so many years, and the old characters deeply understand what "nine deaths and one life" are, and sometimes they really envy the persistence of young people, this belief in not abandoning and not giving up, even if it is an illusory bubble, at least, it is also a kind of positive energy that makes people forge ahead.

If he can choose, Duan Yun hopes to only be a temporary "acting head", and if the old onion allows, he will not inherit the head in his life. Unfortunately, there are no ifs.

Sooner or later, the green candlestick will be extinguished, but the strange hairstyle and lifelong teachings of the old onion will always live in the hearts of the disciples of the old and new schools......

"I've almost had enough, Yan'er will return to China in the afternoon."

"Order, after returning home, return to the door quickly."

The door of the front hall rose without wind, and a man in a white robe with a girl in green clothes arrived late. The man usually resides in the Burial Dragon Palace, and it is the Butian Venerable Pang Zhan who cultivates the art of hexagrams.

The girl is Su Yuan, the little junior sister of the stars holding the moon in the door, approached the hidden dragon platform in broken steps, bowed down and saluted gently, although she was restrained, she did not change her previous beauty:

"Yuan'er has seen the senior brother in charge."

"Master, I have a hunch that the visitors from the west are coming for Fang Yan."

Pang Xuan stepped forward to report, since the fight a few days ago to assist Fang Yan, before going deep into the Qianling Tomb, he made a "start to work hexagram", and then for seven days everything did not work, even the Shenyu Pavilion jar was surprisingly quiet, it can be seen that the vitality of the five Five Elements Fish was greatly injured.

"The five elements fish in the urn that day were bleeding and light, and the bottom of the tank was shaped like flying sand and stones, and the wind was galloping, and all kinds of sundries were finally gathered in the heart." Pang Zhan looked back on the scene of the work hexagram that day, and was amazed, "Looking at what happened to Yan'er afterwards, he accidentally devoured Yuchen's thousand-year-old demon's cultivation for himself, didn't he happen to fulfill the 'ninety-nine to one' at the end of the hexagram?" ”

It is worthy of the start of the hexagram that is only allowed to be launched once a year, and the gossip blade that Fang Yan used to cut shoulders and remove meat that day was also dull for a whole week.

Until today, Venerable Bu Tian, who has not been open for many days, suddenly made a hexagram - an uninvited guest came from the west, pointing at Fang Yan!

"Fang Yan, this kid, is there still a dragon gate in his heart?"

"Yes, I got a silver dragon coin, and I said that I would give it away. The rest of the Six Absolute Inheritances, is he going to ignore them? ”

"That's why we shouldn't have cultivated the seedlings of the new school in the first place."

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"Don't blame Senior Brother Fang, I've been hiding Master's participation in the conference from him for seven days."

Duan Yun waved his hand slightly, and took a deep breath, "No need to hide it anymore, I will hand over the remaining six keys tonight, I can carry the rest for him, and he must come by himself to find the dragon silver coin!" ”

"Of course."

Su Yuan raised the corners of her mouth evilly, and when she heard the blood sprayed by the uncles and masters who scolded Fang Yan, she didn't want to mention how happy she was.

Remembering that Fang Yan was in a hurry when he came back last time, and when he left, he disappeared in an instant, seeing that he was deducing in the tomb pool all night, he kindly boiled a bowl of red bean soup to replenish his blood and qi, and put it outside the study early in the morning.

As a result, the dead Fang Yan actually missed it "skillfully", and the hot red bean soup was cold for an early morning, and he didn't eat a bite.

Such a senior brother deserves to be scolded. (To be continued.) )