Sprinkle the Moon Spring Forest.

Fletcher followed closely behind Perrin and Allegri, and the scenery on both sides of the road made him feel a little dizzying.

It was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and the light mist rising from the spring was swirling between the tall beech trees, and the buildings on both sides were gradually becoming denser, and the spires of the houses were hidden in the mist, showing a hazy and unique beauty.

But that's not the focus of Fletcher's focus. This is already a gathering area for elves, and beautiful elves walk through it,

The body is as slender as a willow, the complexion is as fair as jade porcelain, and it is even more rare that most of them maintain a level above average, which is refreshing, and it makes Fletcher amazed, and a pair of thief eyes are turning rapidly.

Allegri next to him glanced at him curiously, and said,

"Fletcher, you have a lot of research on elven architecture, how can you be so intoxicated?"

"Hehe," Fletcher was stunned for a moment, and smiled shyly, "just a little research, a little research." ”

"It seems that you are really talented," Allegri beckoned, patting him on the shoulder, "Come, tell me about the beauty of these architectures, and the key to them, I really don't quite understand." ”

"This ......," Fletcher hesitated, scratching his head, "this ...... Beauty......"

"What's wrong?" Allegri looked at him in confusion.

"The ...... of this building Beauty, in fact, is the same as people......" Fletcher's mind turned sharply, and his face was still serious, "what we have to do is to put aside the phenomenon and look at the essence." ”

"Essence?" Allegri was a little stunned, this guy really couldn't study it.

"For example, this building," Fletcher slowly found the feeling of an "architect", and said eloquently, "these exquisite reliefs on the exterior of the building. It can be seen as clothing, and the so-called essence is the internal space and main structure of these buildings...... You see, take these clothes apart, how beautiful the curves of these elven buildings are, how convex they should be. The warped warp, soft...... It's so feminine......"

He sighed and praised there, and Allegri looked at him in surprise, "Where are the buildings you are referring to......?"

"Don't worry about the details," Fletcher shook his head grimly, his fingers silently raised a few inches, "I mean the buildings behind them. The elves and their buildings are the ultimate representatives of artistic beauty, how can you look at one of them in isolation?"

"That's good!" Fletcher spoke more and more fluently here, and suddenly there was a compliment from the side, and the old elf in a robe on the side of the road walked slowly over, and said with a hearty smile, "I didn't expect Sir to have such an understanding of elf architecture." ”

"Well said, well said. It's just a small gain. Fletcher raised an eyebrow, a faint style of grandmaster.

Perrin, who was leading the way in front, also noticed the situation behind him. Turning around and glancing back, he couldn't help but sigh, "Master Anda, it's you." ”

"It's Perrin, you kid......" The old elf named "Anda" glanced at him and snorted, "You're not out there fighting and killing." What are you doing when you go back to Quanlin, the murderous aura of your body is really a bad scenery. ”

"Of course, Master Anda. Perrin shook his head helplessly, among the elves who admired art. Masters who study the arts have a very high status, and Anda on the opposite side is one of them. However, for a young Zhuang like him, who advocated the supremacy of force, he was not interested in the so-called art, but when he met them, he had to listen to them respectfully, which was really painful and boring.

"Where did this gentleman with a great deal of insight into architecture come from?" anda smiled kindly at Fletcher, turning to ask Palin.

"This gentleman...... It was the retinue of this master. Perrin hesitated for a moment, he really didn't know Fletcher's name, he could only point to Allegri.

"How can art be someone else's entourage!" When Master Anda heard this, he immediately became irritable, pointed at Allegri and scolded angrily, "What kind of master are you, dare to let this gentleman be your entourage!"

"Master Anda, you wait...... This Mr. Ali Baba is a great magician......" Perrin hurriedly stepped forward to explain, this Anda master is notoriously unreasonable.

"Oh, so young?" Master Anda shook his head in disbelief with a little surprise in his eyes, "That's not okay, art shouldn't be subservient to anyone. ”

Allegri looked at the unhappy old elf in amazement, and finally scratched his head and said helplessly, "Master Anda...... Then what do you say, I still have something to do......"

"What's the matter? what's more important than art?" Master Anda glared and pulled Fletcher over, "Let's go, let's talk." ”

"Go, go, go," Allegri let out a sigh of relief as he pushed Fletcher over, "just go, even though he has little artistic experience with Master Anda." ”

"But ......" Fletcher was a little sluggish, he just made up nonsense, if he went, he would definitely show his feet.

"Go, go, go......" Master Anda pulled Fletcher and walked forward, urging in a loud voice.

Allegri spread his hands and said to Perrin, "Let's go, which direction is the clear spring?"

"Just keep along," Perrin finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Master Anda lives near the clear spring. ”

Allegri and Perrin followed far behind, occasionally hearing a few words coming from behind,

"Mr. Fletcher, right? Do you have any study of the neoclassicism pioneered by Franco?"

"A little, just a little. ”

"What do you think?"

"I think...... It's good. ”

"Tell me what you think...... Art is all about communication. ”

“......”

"Is this Mr. Fletcher really a master artist?" asked Perrin as he walked.

Allegri walked side by side with him, and shrugged when he heard the words, "Ghost knows. ”

"I think what he just said was the truth...... Perrin recalled.

"Yes...... Allegri shook his head in thought, and asked rhetorically, "It is said that the elves have an extraordinary understanding of art, so hasn't Mr. Perrin learned a thing or two?"

"This ......," Perrin scratched his head, "I was more obsessed with martial arts when I was a child, and I was interested in art...... It can only be said. We don't know each other very well. ”

Allegri couldn't help but smile, and looked up at Master Anda and Fletcher, who were communicating enthusiastically in front of them, or rather, Master Anda was in charge of communication, and Fletcher was in charge of disguising enthusiasm. He looked up just in time to see Fletcher turn around. He looked at himself with a pitiful face, his eyes full of pleading.

"You shall not live. Allegri snorted under his breath, concentrating on his journey, ignoring him.

As time passed, the trees on both sides of the road became thicker and thicker, and the area of the scattered pools became larger, and the corresponding number of elven sentinels responsible for defense also increased, and the defense became more and more tight.

Finally. After nearly two hours of travel, they rushed to the periphery of the "clear spring".

"We ...... It's here. Perrin stopped, looked a little solemn, and pointed to the grass in front of him.

"Clear Spring" is the true source of the Sprinkler Moon Spring Forest, and it was originally no different from other nameless spring partners, but when it was chosen as the spring to cultivate the "Tree of Life", it received the sacred name "Clear Spring".

This is the true sanctuary of the elves. Regarded as the source of life for the elves, even the most powerful elven mage council in the elven kingdom. It is also named after "clear spring".

The location of this sacred place is not as high-end and atmospheric as Allegri imagined, just a velvety meadow. This grassy area is hundreds of paces round, flat, and looks ordinary, but carefully examined. It can be found that each grass stem is carved from jasper, containing a strange vitality and exuding vitality, which is obviously not a vulgar thing.

Around this meadow are squares made of white stone slabs and huge buildings scattered around it. Each one is magnificent, supported by stone pillars, beautifully carved, and exudes a vicissitudes of life.

Only in the center of the meadow, you can see a small pond with a radius of ten feet, and the water surface is extremely calm, like a mirror embedded in the meadow, clear as jade.

Allegri frowned and thought about it, the setting here was like a scene that had been miniature countless times the center of the city of Idahir. It is also a pond, a meadow and a plaza arranged from the inside out. The only difference is that at the center of Idashir are the abandoned Green Tower and a lake much larger than the pond.

"Isn't the Green Tower here?" Allegri asked as he looked around for a while, finding no towering Green Tower.

"No," Perrin shook his head, looking like he knew everything, "In view of the fall of the Empire, the two holy lands of Clear Springs and Green Tower are no longer controlled by the 'Clear Springs Council' at the same time, and it also prevents the magicians from being too strong and jeopardizing the stability of the kingdom. ”

Allegri nodded, in the Elven Empire 10,000 years ago, the "Clear Spring Council" was the highest ruling body, and even the queen who was nominally the head of the empire existed in name only. At the same time, the "Green Tower" and the "Clear Spring" were in their hands, which allowed them to arbitrarily exercise power, and eventually led to the collapse of the entire empire overnight.

As one of the nine supreme towers, the "Green Tower" can only exert its greatest power under the control of a magician. It is precisely because of this that the elven kingdom took away the "clear spring" that cultivated the ancient tree from the hands of the "clear spring council", and divided the powers and checks and balances.

Perrin nodded at him and walked over to the sentinels. Allegri took advantage of the voice to glance around, Master Anda was walking around with Fletcher, introducing the ancient architectural aesthetics of the surroundings, Fletcher's face was submissive, and his eyebrows drooped to the extreme.

Well-equipped elven sentinels, guarding every intersection, with cold and serious faces, do their best to protect this holy land. Even Perrin could only negotiate slowly there, and it seems that these sentinels did not fall into the category of the "Jungle Patrol" troops.

As far as he could see, Allegri tried his best to see the scene in the "clear spring" hundreds of paces away, but all he felt was a blur. As for Illo, he couldn't find any trace, which made him faintly anxious.

If Evelola can't do it, then she will have to turn to someone else. Allegri took a deep breath, looked at the people around him as if no one was paying attention to him, and suddenly whispered,

"Old Gu, is this what you are talking about?" (To be continued......)

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