Draw a bow, shoot an arrow.

Simple movements, which seem to be a little casual, but serious and focused.

She looked at him, she looked at him, and she noticed that he was looking at him all the time, but she wanted to keep looking at him...... Even if it's just a simple look, I'm willing to look at it so simply.

The sudden darkness blurred his countenance, and she was not looking at him head-on.

She saw him, she looked at him.

She saw him, she didn't see him.

The figure that was not tall became tall in the darkness, like a mountain, a mountain to rely on, and the bow that seemed to be plain also burned in the darkness, if it was fireworks, with splendor.

She saw an arrow emerge from the stringless bow.

She saw arrows shoot from the drawn bow.

Then, the darkness was no longer so dark, and there was a faint light.

A spark can start a prairie fire.

A little glimmer of light pierces the darkness.

"Darkness, the reason why it is darkness, is only because there is fear in the heart, always worrying about something that should not be worried, and willing to throw the light into the corner for a while. He said softly, "Darkness is just the opposite of light, let us cherish the light more." ”

She didn't know what he wanted to say, what he wanted to say, but she admitted that he was right.

It's as if what he said was right.

Even if it's wrong, it's right.

She nodded and continued to look at him.

He looked up at the sky.

When an arrow is fired, there is light in the dark sky, and a very bright light, although it does not completely illuminate the darkness, is the best comfort when you are in the dark.

There is light, and darkness can be ignored.

There is light, and darkness is no longer darkness.

An arrow of light shuttled through the darkness, accompanied by the sound of warp sounds.

The old monk and Jin Tian recited the scriptures, which were still the scriptures of the story that seemed to be unfinished. A low, melodious voice swayed in the darkness, drawing the speeding arrow.

The arrows of light went back and forth, leaving a continuous stream of light in the darkness.

The light is weak, the lines are thin, and they are visible because of the darkness.

It is like one fine light after another intertwined and entangled, and the not-so-dark sky shows a painting with the flow of life.

Ambiguous. There was a mountain, a bare mountain, like the old monk and Jin Tian on the bare top of their heads.

Painting is fluid, as if it is alive, alive, changing, full of change.

A tree appears on a bare mountain, the tree is large, but relative to the mountain. Still small.

There are low buildings under the trees, or it should be said that someone has built an incomplete temple around the tree.

In the temple under the tree, there are people, more than one person.

Standing on the ground, he couldn't tell what those two people looked like, but Li Yuchen knew that they were an old monk and a little monk.

He also knew that the old monk would tell stories to the little monk. Telling the story of the past that you can't tell enough is also a recitation.

The old monk's scriptures. It's a story.

The little monk learns the scriptures, and what he learns is a story.

The two monks in the story never existed, and even if they did, they didn't know where they had gone...... The two bald heads on the ground, temporarily acting as those two monks.

The old monk and the little monk. Fire Boat and Golden Sky.

Two bald monks...... Two people who are just bareheaded, although they are not monks, they are monks.

Reciting sutras, reciting stories, reciting the unfinished story. Doing the unfinished thing.

There is no end to the story, and things don't stop for a while.

The story is not over, but the people have changed.

Although there is a change, there is a continuation.

The people of Fire Curtain City are guarding a city, and they are not just guarding a city.

The fire in the Fire Curtain City has been burning, like a burning sea of fire...... Fiery, surging, endless.

"O wide sea of fire, thou art the place where the spirits of fire gather, and thou art the birthplace of the spirits of fire. ”

The flames burned, right in the air, on the opposite side of the mountain outlined by light...... One after another, the flame light points became strong and burning.

"O blazing sea of fire, you are the hottest pillow, you are the warmest, burning in everyone's heart. ”

The cold night is gone, and the burning of the flame releases warmth...... Clusters of flames jumped happily and descended from the heights to the city beneath the flames.

"Thou art the most brilliant light in the world, O raging sea of fire, illuminating our path. ”

The light of the flame burns on the streets and corners of the Fire Curtain City, and the endless light with heat illuminates the darkness into a brilliant dazzling light, illuminating a road of flames, a road leading to the sea of fire.

"A praise of nature, an ode to hope, we are your children, we are fire, our hearts are on fire, our hearts are ...... with you"

"We run in the sea of fire, we are the spirits of the sea of fire, we are part of the sea of fire. ”

Countless flames leaped up, and the sporadic light filled the air, slightly brighter than the light of the fireflies, and not as bright as one lamp after another, to the road, paving the road with a warm and mournful soft light.

The road was bigger, wider, wider, and all the flames floated, as if sleeping peacefully on the road...... It seems to sink into the most familiar and warm embrace.

"We are running fast, we are cheering where we were born, we are singing in the heart of our hearts......"

The flames seemed to have ceased and become quiet, but the singing was still there, and it was more majestic and thicker, as if it were singing with life.

"Sing a song of the sea of fire!"

"Sing a song of the sea of fire!"

The old monk sang it again, the little monk sang it again, the fire boat grew again, and Jin Tian sang it again.

Li Yuchen listened carefully to the sound in the air, there was Ji Lianyue's voice in her ears, she also sang, and it shouldn't be singing, humming a song of the sea of fire, like humming a ballad, and it was also a tune with only missing lyrics.

The sky of Fire Curtain City belongs to fire, a sea of fire, burning in everyone's heart, and in the deepest depths.

"There will be a big event?" Shu Xinfeng appeared, beside Li Yuchen, "Should we do something?"

"I've been doing things, you just have to wait. Li Yuchen said.

"How long will it take?"

"Soon. ”

Shu Xinfeng didn't ask again, as if he said the word "good" casually, and his figure disappeared again, in the night when the flames were burning in the sky...... Constantly busy while "waiting".

Phantom Moon Palace, which claims to be the number one force in the Phantom World, is recognized by many forces and individuals, and has some responsibilities that must be shouldered.

Fire Curtain City is not in the sphere of influence of the Phantom Moon Palace, but this is the Phantom Realm, that is the matter of the Phantom Moon Palace, and everyone in the Phantom Moon Palace has the responsibility and obligation to ensure the stability of the Phantom Realm.

It may or may not be done.

Whether it can be done or not, there is a premise, only one word - do.

"Really...... Is something going to happen?" asked Ji Lianyue, unwilling to admit it.

Li Yuchen turned around and smiled simply, his smile was calm, and his smile was full of warmth.

"Rest assured. He only said two words.

Feel relieved.

It's just two words, but it says it all. (To be continued.) )