"When the beacon smoke rises, searching for love is like waves washing over the sand. When I meet her, I feel like pear blossoms reflecting on the spring water. I wave my sword to cut off the horizon, and let go of my lovesickness. In my dream, I care about her endlessly."
In this pure and innocent glacier world, a black and red building boat flew through the ice water, like a dragonfly touching the water, floating towards it.
The crisp singing voice coming from the ship is different from the various ditties in the Forgotten Continent. It is atmospheric and the tunes are simple and lively, and more lively.
The ships of various colors plying on the icy water all turned their heads to look at the black ship.
The building and boat are simple and simple. They look neither gold nor ink, nor iron nor copper, and they are not made of any wooden material. The material is quite unique.
Under the sun, it exudes the light of black gold, which is deep and restrained.
At this time, there were five people sitting on the bow, on both sides of the boat, and on the stern of the boat.
No oars, no rowing crew.
Only these twenty people waved their sleeves and robes, creating the slightest waves.
And in this wind and wave, the small and medium-sized building boat flew away in the direction of the Ice Saint Palace as if it had caught enough wind.
Traveling thousands of miles in an instant, floating like fairy dust.
That speed and leisurely pace made people from all over the Ice Saint Palace, who were used to big scenes, slightly moved.
Looking at the style and momentum, I wonder which master is coming to pay homage.
"I don't care about generals, ministers, princes, or the eternity of the ages. I only seek love to resolve the endless chaos of this mortal world."
Love should last forever, love should be as gentle as water, who cares who controls the spring and autumn."
On the second floor of this flying black-red building ship, two people were sitting across the window.
At this time, the mysterious singing voice is coming with the wind, crisp and smart in all directions.
Everyone looked up and saw a woman with a picturesque face at the window on the second floor of the boat, with a leisurely look on her face, and her ten fingers moving gracefully on the strings.
Singing by the window, with a leisurely demeanor.
Opposite her, sat an old man with gray hair, who looked very energetic and was wearing a light yellow robe.
At this time, he was closing his eyes slightly and tapping his fingers lightly on the table in front of him, as if he was listening very happily.
"If you have love in your life, why should you fear the wind and flying sand? The white hair of sorrow cannot keep the prosperity. Throw away the picturesque mountains and rivers in exchange for her smiling face like flowers.