When Sheng'er went to look for Gu Chengtie, his father stopped the army. At that time, it was only less than 3 kilometers away from the Muxin Tower, a stronghold in the country of Mufeng.

In the distance, Sheng'er could see the red mountains in the distance, like a red hat brim buttoned on the vast land.

The wind and sand are gone, and the slightly poisonous miasma is gone.

The clear vision brings a sense of security and a good mood like a spring breeze.

The flying ice phantom bird, sprinkled with snowflakes in the air, everything seemed to be happily still.

Sheng'er brought up the idea of exchanging spells again with a little restraint. This time, the city railway did not refuse. Instead, he first proposed a set of attack spells to exchange the "Pure Flower and Fine Water" for Sheng'er. Sheng'er happily agreed.

When the soldiers and horses were replenishing supplies and resting in the Muxin Camp, Sheng'er passed on the set of "fireworks on the other side" to the city railway, and he also got the healing spell that he never forgot.

Before the night fell, Xin'er hurriedly began to cultivate the heart recipe and exercises. He first cultivated the first layer of the "Pure Flower and Fine Water", and then cultivated the fire character recipes such as "Fireworks on the Other Side" and "Qingqing Fireworks" to the fifth layer, as well as the set of ancestral swordsmanship to the eighth layer, and felt that he was about to break through to the ninth layer when he was in the dark.

It wasn't until the mind was almost cultivated that Sheng'er left the room and sat on a rock in the middle of nowhere, admiring the moonlight on the frontier.

The silver-white like water, like the pupils like jade, are bright and pure, evoking the mother's feelings of giving birth.

"The stars hang down the plains, and the moon swells in the river." The city iron chanted as he slowly walked towards the birth of a child.

"My brother is so elegant. This poem is brilliantly written. The city railway smiled slightly and waved his hands.

The younger brother praised it. It's just a falsification of the poetry of the predecessors, nothing elegant or indecent. Your 'fireworks on the other side' attack spell is good, and the effect is like watching fireworks in the New Year, which is so beautiful that it is intoxicating. ”

"Brother doesn't talk about the power of spells, he cares about their aesthetic effects."

"Of course, the spells performed by my city railway must be elegant and beautiful. It's unbearable, and I don't learn any of the raw and vulgar spells. ”

"My brother is really picky, like those literati and ink writers, he has to think twice about everything, and he pays attention to the perfection of every detail."

"Brother, you have to learn too. Don't want to learn all spells, at least don't learn the rough and embarrassing spells of the gold and earth systems, your eyes will be polluted when you see them. ”

"Sheng'er is not as picky as his brother, if there is a need, the golden word trick and the earth word trick, Sheng'er will also learn. I want to learn from my father, and I have to know all kinds of spells. ”

"General Tian Yuan is indeed a first-class genius of Mu Feng Country, and any spell can be learned as long as he looks at it twice, except for those ancestral secret methods. I heard that the general secretly learned the spells of the other three major families back then, and it made trouble in front of Emperor Mu Feng. Emperor Mufeng cherished his talents, and did not punish the general, but proposed to learn from the general, saying that in this way the Mufeng Kingdom could surpass the Canglong Kingdom and rank first among the nine countries. The other three families were disgusted, but they couldn't vent it, so they could only endure it. Emperor Mu Feng also knew that they were not convinced, so he proposed to let the general exchange three sets of spells for the three major families, and suppressed this matter for life. ”

"My father has indeed lost his grace. But also thanks to the homeless, it is also one of the four major families. If it were an ordinary civilian, I don't think it would be so simple. ”

"Indeed. Every time the master mentioned this incident, it was always difficult to calm the anger at that time. However, for the sake of the general's compatriot and friend, he erased the incident from the bottom of his heart. ”

"It seems that if I want to be as wide as my father, I can't do it. I think I'll have to find a different path. Maybe I can be 'deep' and practice each set of basic spells to the level of immortals, breaking people's stereotypes about the hierarchy of spells. ”

"Brother, you are ambitious enough. But you can really do it. I heard that you are less than a year old, and your amazing talent has long been spread among the nobles of the Mufeng Country. ”

"Brother Chengtie is exaggerating. I may just be a little lucky, a little more talented than ordinary people, much better than ordinary people born. After all, with someone like us from this background, except for the royal family, there is no one in Mufeng Country who can compare. ”

"Indeed."

The night is getting thicker. The bright crescent moon gripped the sky tightly, as if it was about to pour those dark blue inks into the frontier, and smeared the deep homesickness of the soldiers on this side into the darkness and indifference.

In the tranquility of everyone's sleep, the wind and sand on the border gradually rose again, as if the calm mood was rekindled again. The threat of indignation permeated every nook and cranny like air.

At midnight, the blue wolf clan in the desert was swallowed up by the threat hidden in the shadows.

And the threatening blades are gradually gathering towards the Wooden Heart Tower.

……

There was a sharp knock at the door.

There was a sound of rats clattering.

The dew of the moon dripped into the spire.

The light that will be bright is still slowly moving forward in the east.

A shrill cry cut through the air.

A frozen mountain instantly freezes the distant vision.

That's the General's "Arc of Ice".

Immediately afterwards, the horses in the stable rushed out of the fence like crazy.

The scattered cattle were far away in blood.

"It's the Sand Kirin." The shouts of soldiers were heard in the open space. Outside the brightly lit tower, the soldiers were already lined up.

Behind the general's commanding command, there are like solid city walls, which are built by a sense of trust, thicker than the actual copper walls and iron walls, and stronger than the real Nine Kingdoms City Tower.

A gust of wind and sand raged by, and it was stopped by the general in the distance.

The fairyland-like ice and snow flew all over the sky, freezing the sand, freezing the fear of the soldiers, and freezing warm hope on every insensitive, seemingly cold face.

What it was, the child standing quietly at the top of the tower did not know.

Is that blood? Temperature? Good intentions or hatred? Sheng'er can't figure it out. It's just that in the back of such a powerful and gentle father like a tiger, Sheng'er found his will to survive. And the budding will, although still in its infancy, is growing unyieldingly.

"What's that?" Sheng'er asked lightly. Ask the heavens, ask yourself, just ask.

Until he seemed to see his own figure. The brave one, when the flying sand hit, used the back of the beautiful "arc of ice", frozen the sand, frozen the night that was about to disappear, and frozen countless questions.

In an instant, he saw the back of his brother in the city railway, and saw the "fireworks on the other side" that he had used himself, and the lanterns flashed everyone's eyes.

"It's beautiful. It's beautiful. "The children who flew high in the sky saw the blue fireworks swaying on the vast land, flashing and flashing, as if to tell the world that life and death are just a moment, not terrifying, not shocked, wonderful and beautiful.

"Ice Word Formula—The Arc of Ice." The two figures of the heroic lion and tiger instantly beat the sand unicorn to the point of losing both feet.

With a single light, the wounded soldiers healed their wounds.

The beast that had lost its fighting spirit fled into the dawn that was about to rise.