Nan Nan was running down the stairs, and this was the first time she had run down the stargazing platform without the behest of the Holy Maiden.

She kept running, and kept running, running down one step after another, her little face turned red, and the heat kept coming out of her mouth, so that her whole body was shrouded in heat.

I don't know how long it took, but I ran to the 80th floor of the Tower of Babel, and kept looking for it on the railing of the long platform that circled around me.

- She was looking for the poor little swallow that had been put here, and just now she had heard from the saint that the little swallow had fainted, and that if it had been placed in this position, it might have died very quickly.

Nan Nan is here to save the little swallow.

However, after looking around the balcony, I searched all the corners, but I didn't find any trace of the little swallow.

"Could it be that she was blown down and fell to death?" Nan Nan couldn't help but pass through such a thought in her heart, because of this thought, her eyes moistened, and then crystal tears flowed out of her eyes, and soon flowed to the corners of her mouth, flowing into her mouth, very bitter.

However, at this moment, a "chirp-" sound reached her ears, and then she saw a black figure rushing past her eyes.

Nan Nan couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly peeked out through the gap in the railing of the platform.

A little swallow was flying outside the 80-story Tower of Babel, it sometimes rushed up, rushed to about the 90th floor, sometimes descended, and then fell to the height at which it had been flying, and flew with the other little swallows, but, soon, it flew up again.

Gradually, other little swallows were driven by this little swallow, and they flew upwards one by one, and soon, some little swallows flew over the 30th floor, and after a while, they flew over the 40th floor.

Even later, there were many little swallows that flew over the height of the fifty floors.

"Holy Maiden, Holy Maiden, little swallows have flown over the forty floors. Seeing this, Nan Nan screamed in surprise, and then she ran towards the top floor of the Tower of Babel.

"It's not necessarily a good thing to fly so high. The faint voice of the saint was passed down again, and it was clearly passed in the ears of the girl, and the girl suddenly stopped, and the smile condensed on her face.

"Why?" she asked.

However, this time, the saint did not answer.

............

According to the instructions of the Holy Maiden, Yi Jun lived in the Vientiane Forest.

As for the Heavenly Fire Kirin Beast, it was really bored after accompanying Yi Jun for two days, so it went to the opposite valley under the leadership of the little fox Erya, and played with Dajiao and Rhubarb.

Yi Jun is already a peak spirit of the Second Realm, although it is said that there is no true element in the body of this realm, but the aura has transformed the body very strongly, and there is no problem at all with wind and food.

What's more, Yi Jun is not alone, after winning the friendship of Green Sleeves, Han Wu, Wu Jilang and others, they will not let Yi Jun go hungry, and someone will bring Yi Jun food and drink every day, especially the little fat man He Jin is the most diligent.

Moreover, with Yi Jun's arrival here, the number of Templar students who came to the Vientiane Forest to meditate and meditate increased significantly, and those Templar students who rarely came to the Vientiane Forest also came, not only to see Yi Jun, but also because of the Holy Maiden's words.

They all wanted to know what kind of miracle Yi Jun would create again in this Vientiane Forest, and if they could also create miracles with a person who often created miracles, so that their realm could be improved a little.

It's just that reality is often not as rosy as hoped.

Yi Jun had been in this Vientiane Forest for more than ten days, and he had tried various methods to observe the strange stones that had lost their spirituality, but like most Templar students, he had gained nothing.

Whether it was staring at a strange rock for a day, or looking at all the strange rocks and then sitting down to meditate, Yi Jun never felt any progress, and he didn't feel that they would benefit his realm.

After a long time, Yi Jun even thought that it would be better to return to the courtyard of the first generation of saints and accept the destruction of the "auspicious three treasures" again, although it was painful, but the progress was obvious, and he could see that the aura was constantly increasing, the body was constantly getting stronger, and the spirit was constantly condensed.

However, what can be seen here? In addition to stones, or stones, the perception is even more ethereal, Yi Jun does not know what he can see and feel from these things, and what can the feeling bring to his realm?

Yi Jun is very confused!

"Don't you know how to draw, why don't you bring your drawing board and draw the scenery here or your feelings?" On the eleventh day, Old Lingshi Ye Guochang and Old Lingshi Xie Sanyang came to Vientiane Forest, and they found Yi Jun, who was a little depressed, and Old Lingshi Ye Guochang said.

"What can you draw?" Yi Jun was still puzzled.

"Maybe you can draw something!" Xie Sanyang smiled and encouraged Yi Jun.

"Okay!" Yi Jun nodded, a dead horse should be treated as a live horse doctor, although he still didn't have much confidence, but it wasn't a bad thing to have a tool to help.

So, Yi Jun went back to his place and took out the drawing board that he hadn't used for a long time, and picked up the pen and ink that he hadn't used for a long time.

When Yi Jun came to the Vientiane Forest again, suddenly, a wind blew through the Vientiane Forest.

Yi Jun, who was originally a wandering horse and did not have any confidence, suddenly felt that as the wind blew, the light spots on the ground trembled and twisted, slightly turbulent, and gradually exuded psychedelic colors, and at the same time, various sounds resounded in the stone forest.

Yi Jun couldn't help but close his eyes, carefully distinguishing the difference between these voices.

At first, it was the sound of the mountain wind whimpering, and gradually, Yi Jun seemed to distinguish the babbling of the baby, the whimpering of the naughty child, the shy moaning of the young man, the blank questioning of the youth, the sighing of the middle-aged, the nightmare judgment of the elderly, and finally the noisy whimper of the mountain wind, rushing past Yi Jun's ears.

Yi Jun opened his eyes again, the stone forest in front of him was still a stone forest, the strange stones were still strange stones, the light spots were not turbulent, and there was no sound of the mountain wind whimpering.

"What do these things represent?" However, Yi Jun still didn't understand, and he didn't have any understanding in his heart.

But now that he has a paintbrush and a drawing board, he closes his eyes for a moment and then begins to sketch one stroke at a time.

He painted the scenery in front of him, but it was a little different from the scenery in front of him, there were very few strange rocks in the Vientiane Forest, and more paintings were the light spots on the ground and all kinds of strange rocks and the shadows cast on the ground by the people standing around.

However, Yi Jun seems to have forgotten a basic common sense, that is, sunlight generally cannot pass through solid objects, and when the shadows of two objects in the sunlight coincide, it is often the larger shadow that covers the smaller shadow, so that the existence of the shadow of the small object cannot be seen in the shadow at all.

As a result, Yi Jun's brushwork is a bit wasteful, he often paints the shadows of small objects first, then the shadows of larger objects, and then the shadows of larger objects, so that when the shadows of the largest objects are drawn, all the things drawn in front are covered and disappear.

Rao is like this, Yi Jun is still very happy to paint, and the painting is very engrossed, and gradually forgets everything around him.