It not only reveals the tip of the iceberg of the prosperous fairy city, but also records the shattering after the disaster.
Probably because he felt that he had recognized the wrong person, the white flowers floated over the pavilion without any intention of approaching the pavilion. It seemed that he was just taking everyone to visit a small miniature landscape.
Next to the pavilion, there are several peony plants, standing gracefully in the wind and carrying dew. In front of the pavilion is a line of stone pavement extending out.
He also leaned over to smell it, but there was no fragrance of peony, which made him feel slightly melancholy. For a moment, the bright peony flower faded a lot in his heart, and there was no longer the "lively and fragrant" feeling of flowers.
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Among all the people, her cultivation level was worse. She drifted in the air for a long time. Although she was not exhausted, she gradually felt uncomfortable, especially since she was not used to flying at high altitudes. She felt dizzy when she looked down, and several times she could not help but think about it in her mind.
If you imagine the scene of falling, why not come to a place where you can have your feet on the ground?
Yue Lai hesitated for a moment and then slipped out. He was also tired. After all, having a place to sit was very tempting.
This pavilion is completely unknown territory. Who knows what dangers there will be. As a swordsman, he can only try his best to protect himself. Black Widow should not come down and take risks.
When he pulled it like this, the strength increased, and the white flower immediately stagnated in the air and floated motionless.
At that moment, Bai Hu's eyes were a little moist and he said: "Hongyao is coming with us. It turns out... everyone wants to go home."
Tang Zhao glanced at the Shangguan swordsman. The swordsman glanced down coldly, then raised his head and ignored him. Tang Zhao stopped calling him. Anyway, he claimed to be a senior, so it was impossible for him to say: "He's hanging, he can't get down."
"This is so true.
He had long known from the book that every plant and tree in the fairy city was woven with silk thread. He even held a silk thread in his hand. He knew the material and feel of the material, but he could not tell that the pavilion and the stone road were made of silk thread.
made.
Then, the clouds under the pavilion started to move.
Tang Zhao thought of the Shattered Realm. The Shattered Realm was broken into pieces like this, and became more and more broken. I don’t know if it will ever be put back together again. The Immortal City also came from the Sword Realm, and it has been robbed like this now.
Is it the fate of these small worlds to be crushed?
This seems to indicate something in the dark.
Tang Zhao didn't know whether Bai Hu meant that the pavilion had a spirit or was just a rhetorical device. Looking at the proportion of the white flowers and the pavilion, his heart suddenly moved and he said: "According to the proportion, the pavilion should be taking the initiative."
This is not a fairy city, this is a fragment of the fairy city that has broken off, like a broken piece of ice falling from an iceberg, becoming an isolated island drifting in Qingming.
Black Widow let out a sigh. I don't know whether she was sighing at the legendary disaster or sighing that she hadn't found her goal yet. This uncertain journey was far from the end.
The sword of the white fox is a bit idealistic. Tang Zhao guessed that it is probably responsible for making the people in it trust the scene more, right?
After checking every inch of the pavilion, Tang Zhao was convinced that there was nothing to see here and there were no useful clues. He was a little melancholy and prepared to go back and continue drifting.
However, both the pavilion and the flower are unconscious and will not take the initiative to merge. I wonder if Meng Huazhou can be the owner of the flower. Anyway, the pavilion has nothing to do with Tang Zhao and does not listen to him at all.
Tang Zhao felt vaguely dissatisfied. He didn't like this sense of fate that was slipping towards destruction, and he always wanted to do something.
Tang Zhao was a little surprised and thought: How can we take away such a big pavilion? It's okay to put it in a jar, but this is a fragment of the sword's power. If you take it away rashly, I'm afraid...
"well……"
Tang Zhao was just about to take a look at the peony flowers when he saw the white fox approaching and burying his face completely in the big flower plate.
Tang Zhao looked up and saw no plaque on the pavilion. He thought: Red medicine, is it peony? It got its name because there were two peony trees planted in front of the pavilion.
He wanted to ask, but at this time everyone above was staring at him, and it was inconvenient to talk to Baihu Xukong. He could only walk around inside and outside the pavilion, stopping every step to observe the details.
You can't even see the pavilion, let alone the flowers.
His move shocked everyone, and Shangguan Swordsman scolded: "Nonsense! No one can leave now..."
So the only one who came down with Tang Zhao was the white fox.
The clouds were pulled by the silk thread hanging from the flower, and floated with it in the wind.
The white fox landed almost at the same time as Tang Zhao. Unlike Tang Zhao, who was cautiously watching from left to right, it ran into the pavilion on its own, jumped on the fence, and said sadly: "The Red Medicine Pavilion."
Tang Zhao couldn't help but asked: "Is it a piranha?" This flower is alive, like a Venus flytrap, it sucks it and sticks to it?
The white fox raised its head and asked doubtfully: "How did you come up with it?" Naturally, it was unscathed and said, "I just smelled it."
Although it is similar to the common pavilion paintings in the past, the details are more exquisite, and the lines are extremely smooth and harmonious. If a drop of dew slid down from the top of the pavilion, along the roof ridge and pillars, and fell to the ground, the drop would probably
It's not broken yet. It stands there, like a beauty, fresh, quiet and alive.
But even so, the pavilion is neutral and no more fragile than the threads under the white flowers. It is always better to move it from someone else's home to a third-party venue.
It actually started to move.
However, the stone road extended no more than two feet and suddenly broke at the end of the cloud. The crack ended abruptly like a knife and an axe, leaving only countless room for imagination, allowing everyone to imagine what the original stone road was like.
At the end is the magnificent "Twelve Cities on the Fifth Floor".
Seeing him suddenly jumping down from the pavilion, presumably to search for clues, Black Widow and others paid attention at the same time. Yue Lai stood still, but Black Widow wanted to follow him down. Tang Zhao hurriedly waved his hand to signal her not to move either.
After walking around, he could only say: This is a real pavilion.
Wait, it’s not impossible!
An idea came to mind, and Tang Zhao untied the silk thread tied around his wrist and tied it directly to the pavilion pillar, completely connecting the white flower kite and the red medicine pavilion.
Tang Zhao felt secretly moved in his heart when he heard it: Listening to what it said, are the other two attached swordsmen of Bai Yujing related to sound and taste? This is a supplement. It seems that the Ruyi Sword builds the world, and the other two swords add elements.
Let’s work together to bring Bai Yujing closer to reality.
But thinking about it on the bright side, since I have seen the fragments, it means that the fairy city really exists, and is not just a pale text in a pile of old papers, nor is it a fantasy that everyone imagined.
At this time, we are getting closer and closer to Yunzhong Fairy City, and it is time to replenish energy. I don’t know where to eat the next meal. Tang Zhao himself also ate a lot.
The three of them sat around eating and drinking, the aroma and heat rising upwards. Shangguan Swordsman looked at him from above, his face as heavy as water, his eyes filled with anger.
Below him, a white fox squatted on the top of the pavilion, turning its head to look at the sky.
In the sky, the morning glow gradually dissipated, leaving only a green sky.