Pavilions and pavilions, winding water.

The sky was as blue as a wash, and the occasional white-feathered bird flew by, leaving the mark of its wings in the wind.

The shadows of the sky are reflected in the water, and schools of fish with shiny scales swim in and out of the clouds, like stars rising and falling among the flowing clouds of the sea.

With a "poof", a koi fish crashed through the lake, jumped out of the water and sank into the water.

A person stands in the small pavilion of the stone island in the lake, looking at the railing. His white ink hair dances in the wind, like a fine ink painting.

It's just that the man's eyes are blank.

After a while, the slow, heavy sound of mahogany crutches came from the verandah, and the slight coughing and panting of the old man. The shattered but coherent voices intermittently approached the man leaning on the railing, and finally came to a halt about five feet behind him.

"It's still calm here. The old voice rang out beside the young man, with a distinctly retrograde gasp.

"I'm afraid that the mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings. He turned around and bowed perfectly in return, "Thank you, sir, for saving your life." At first glance, I saw the demeanor of the jade people.

The old man looked up at his deep blood-colored pupils, and at this moment there was a little panic and helplessness hidden in the depths of those eyes, which was in no way similar to his natural demeanor.

He's really just holding on.

The old patriarch of Ora sighed deeply, making people feel that he had left thousands of years of helplessness behind this voice: "You are too similar to him. ”

Xuan Ming was slightly moved, but did not answer. He knew who that "he" was.

It's just that I didn't expect that the adult would also meet the patriarch of the Light God Clan at that time.

The old man seemed to feel that he was a little tired of looking up at the handsome young man in front of him with his back bent now, so he lowered his head again and walked back to the house on crutches: "It's not necessarily a good thing to be too similar." ”

It's not necessarily a good thing to be too similar.

The figure of the old man departing is somewhat gloomy, reminiscent of dead leaves curled up in winter or water vapor dried by the heat in the middle of summer. Xuan Ming looked at his back and felt gloomy for a while, and subconsciously raised his heel.

He didn't know what the old patriarch of Ora was holding on to when he was dying of age, and his sigh was not so much because he was tired, but because he was tired.

What is there for him not to let go? The Bright God Clan has already occupied half of the country in this "system" world, and there is no shortage of heroes and talents among the younger generations of the clan, and the Light God Clan is at this time when the power is covering the sky and thriving, and the future is bright, what else does he have to worry about?

What's there not to put down?

The old patriarch of Ora walked around the corridors inside the building, and finally he pushed open a door next to him to let Xuan Ming enter, and then moved back in an old way to lock the door himself, slowly inspected the corners and corners of the room, locked the window and lowered the curtain. When the room was completely dark, he dragged his crutches to the shadow wall in the middle and groped for a while.

Then Xuan Ming's eyes lit up, and they were as bright and colorful as a prosperous cloud gathering and dispersing.

It was as if the flowers of the whole world were blooming in front of his eyes, the beauty of the whole world was presented in his eyes, and the scene in his blood-colored eyes was magnificent.

The shadow wall lit up, and then the whole room lit up in circles around it, and it completely changed when it came in.

Everything is crystal clear, like a whole world carved out of mother-of-pearl with crystal and diamonds, Xuan Ming looks at it only to see spring to autumn, flowers blooming, bees and butterflies dancing among birds, and the grass and trees under his feet are prosperous and dry streams and springs flow side by side, and they have created a splendid world.

The shadow wall was still in the center, but it had changed from pure black like marble to translucent, and all of it exuded a warm light, and the light was not dazzling. Xuan Ming approached and tried to touch it, it was slightly cool and firm, as if it was made of jade or something.

The fairyland of Yushu Qionghua is nothing more than that.

Xuan Ming turned around as if to ask a question to the old patriarch of the Light God Clan, but the old man shook his head at him before he could speak, stretched out a finger and put it in front of his mouth to make a silent gesture.

"I'll talk about the rest later, let's go to the meeting first. The old man said hoarsely, and then he coughed violently, one after the other.