It's night, and the full moon is not like words. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but in the depths of this grassland, the shadow that should have practiced the sword did not appear in the open grass, only the unrecognizable dirt seemed to tell what had happened here. The night sky is still gorgeous and colorful, covering the whole world, extending to the vast and unknown where, perhaps only the legendary immortals know the geometry of this mortal dust, this sky and geometry・・・・・・ deep in the grassland, is still the secret forest that is like a world away, just like gold in the desert, beautiful and unknown. The moon is as cool as water, and the wild night is getting slightly cooler.

When the moonlight pours on the earth, everything looks very mysterious. But now, there is a little more inexplicable blood.

Tall trees shade the sky and give everything a dull color. Cold, mysterious, uncatharsical sorrow, this is a world of shadows, a place abandoned by the world, and only the dark night will know the secrets of this place.

In the depths, a figure pulled out a long intoxicating figure in the moonlight, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and his still slightly immature face had a perseverance beyond this age. The cold wind blew, blowing the topaz's clothes, and the fluttering with the wind, I don't know if there is still that young heart. He closed his eyes, and the dark light around him lit up again, and in this moonlight it seemed like eternal darkness, which not even the moonlight could illuminate, in the darkness, forever dark. At this moment, a pair of bright eyes suddenly lit up in this darkness, and when you look closely, they look like twinkling stars in the boundless darkness. It's cold and damp, and the dense ancient trees are like a wall of shadows that cut off the breath of life...... The night passed like this, and there was calm and unrest...... Suddenly, Topaz sensed a strange aura, with a hint of coldness, and was approaching him little by little, Topaz stood vigilantly, in the early morning with a hint of light, his eyes began to shine, staring at the surrounding scene: the fog flowed, the ancient trees stood like gray shadows, the rotten blades of grass lay quietly on the soil, the corpse of a horse lay quietly, the rotting liquid continued to ooze out from the flesh fat, and occasionally the sound of fat floating bubbles bursting, nothing abnormal appeared.

The surrounding fog was obscured by the hazy, a white shadow seemed to be approaching him, maybe it was just a phantom formed by the condensation of the fog, Topaz waved his knife to disperse it, the fog fluttered, there was no image of a human figure, but there was a cold wind blowing from the hole in the tree in the distance...... Everything that was quiet around him moved, the ancient trees began to shake, the branches above his head crackled, the rotten blades of grass mixed with the mist flew up, making the white mist change more and more rapidly, and the sound of the bubbles bursting in the horse's carcass sounded in his ears like thunder, one after another, continuously, and someone was whispering, very soft, as if in a dream......

Could this be an illusion? Topaz quickly closed his eyes, and the short knife in his right hand made a deep mark on his left palm, and blood instantly gushed out from his palm, causing a faint pain. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, the ancient tree stopped shaking in an instant, the blades of grass lay silently, the sound of bubbles from the corpse's decay became very slight, and everything returned to its original state, except for the left palm, which was still bleeding and constantly aching. The only way to get out of here was to get out of here, and he ran forward without stopping, the wisps of mist floating around him, changing appearances, grinning and sneering......

In the early morning, the glow of the early sun covered the land, but there was no distinction between the wilderness of Kyushu, the righteous path demon sect, and the fairy land. Although this heaven and earth are ruthless, there is no partiality to give, perhaps, this is the reason why this creature still lives in this world. At this time, the sky has just dawned, and in the blue sky in the east, there is a straight silver light near the horizon, separating the clouds from the sky. The sea of clouds in the steppe is composed of low clouds, which are dominated by stratocumulus clouds in the first half of the year and form cumulus clouds and stratocumulus clouds in the second half of the year, which is very different from the sea of clouds in other places. The peak is high and the clouds are low, the white waves are surging, and many islands are exposed in the sea of clouds, like a floating boat, which reminds people of the poet Zhao Puchu "The sky is dressed in xia clothes to welcome the sunrise, and the peaks are soaring."

The sea of clouds makes the boat float".