"Dad, this map is too weird. I don't know what material it is made of. There's nothing I can do about it." After a while, Xiaotian took a deep breath, reached out and wiped the sweat off his forehead, and immediately wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Returned the map to Ling Yunfeng and said.
No matter what methods he tried, he couldn't remove even a trace of the remaining picture.
"Forget it, if you have a chance to find other residual maps in the future, you will know what secrets are hidden behind them." Ling Yunfeng took the residual map and studied it up and down for a while, but still found nothing, and then sighed slightly and turned over the map.
Put it away.
It seems that I have to find other residual pictures to know the secret hidden behind it, which makes me excited today in vain...
"Bah!"
The next day, in a quiet and deep mountain range a few miles away from Guiyu City, a sharp chirping sound suddenly resounded, and soon a huge blue bird with four wings on its back emerged from the mountain range.
The forest rose into the sky, and the vibrating wings brought a fierce whirlwind whistling away into the distance.
Anyone who knows this huge blue bird will definitely be surprised.
This giant blue bird is a magical beast with extremely high bloodline - the Four-Winged Green Luan. However, this Four-Winged Blue Luan already has an owner at this time, because two figures are sitting behind it.
"Dad, do you think you can really find Hunxuanchen mud in the meteorite mess? That is the material for refining artifacts." Xiaotian sat on the back of the four-winged Qingluan and asked Ling Yunfeng who was standing aside.
"I don't know, just have a chance. It is estimated that we are still nearly a month away from the meteorite mess. Let's go to the cauldron refining space to practice." Ling Yunfeng said slightly, knowing that the chance was not great, but still
I wanted to try my luck. Anyway, I was going to the Cangming Sea to find the ancient water attribute, so I happened to be on my way.
After the words fell, Ling Yunfeng held the Nine Dragons Heaven Refining Cauldron in his hand with a thought, and then it changed into the size of a grain of sand.
At the same time, Ling Yunfeng and Xiaotian simultaneously turned into a red stream of light and entered the cauldron refining space.
The sand-like Nine Dragons Heavenly Refining Cauldron landed on the four-winged Qingluan's back and got into the thick feathers on its back.
In the cauldron refining space, on an empty ground, the golden boy sat cross-legged, with a mudra on his hands, his eyes closed, his face as calm as an ancient pool, and his every breath and breath were natural, affecting the energy around him.
, the body was shrouded in a dazzling golden light, and was not awakened by the entry of Ling Yunfeng and Xiaotian.
"What kind of magical beast is Golden Boy? His talent is so powerful!" Ling Yunfeng looked at Golden Boy who was in a state of cultivation and couldn't help but clicked his tongue.
I was shocked by the talent of this little guy. His strength has improved a lot during this period of time.
If the late second level of Warcraft is also divided into three stages: high level, middle level and low level, then Golden Boy's current cultivation level has reached the middle level of the late second level.
This is at least equivalent to a human's cultivation reaching one level at the martial arts level. You must know that Jin Tong just broke through to the late second level not long ago. At his rate, it is estimated that he will be able to break through to the third level in half a year.
You must know that if ordinary Warcraft wants to break through the first level of cultivation, it will not be possible within a few years to decades.
"Hehe! The talent is pretty good, but it's still a little bit worse than me." Xiaotian said with a smile.
Hearing this, Ling Yunfeng glanced at this little guy and became even more speechless. This little guy was even more perverted than the golden boy, and his cultivation speed was like riding a rocket.
It has reached the level behind the middle stage of the Demon Soul Stage in a month, and it is estimated that it will not take too long to break through to the late stage of the Demon Soul Stage.
"Alas, I am the most miserable." Ling Yunfeng smiled helplessly. He could only blame his own misfortune for not having the talents and opportunities of the two little guys.
Then he ignored Xiaotian, who was still grinning proudly, and sat cross-legged directly on the spot, quickly forming his mudra and entering the cultivation state.
Seeing Ling Yunfeng practicing, no one was playing with him, so Xiaotian had no choice but to sit down cross-legged and enter the cultivation state.
A towering mountain peak is shrouded in clouds and mist. There is an exquisite small courtyard in the dense forest on the mountainside. At this time, a long and leisurely flute sound slowly comes from the courtyard, echoing in the surrounding sky, like the sound of nature, refreshing.
Heart-opening.
The sound of the flute is clear, graceful, and long-lasting, as clear and clear as the gurgling sound of a creek in the forest. The tune is melodious, making people feel like bathing in the spring breeze.
The long and leisurely sound of the flute is sometimes deep and gentle, continuous, and sometimes sonorous and rapid, like the splashing of a spring.
In this wonderful flute sound, many passers-by outside the courtyard could not help but stop and listen. Their eyes were closed tightly, their faces were intoxicated, and their muscles were extremely relaxed, bathing in the natural sound of the flute.
There were also many birds gathered on several nearby trees. This group of birds was also unusually quiet. They all sat quietly on the treetops without making a sound, as if they were afraid of breaking the beautiful artistic conception.
.
The sound of the flute is like a story, telling the endless melancholy, confusion and sorrow in the heart of the person who plays the flute. However, it does not lose the sense of freedom and heroism. These completely opposite emotions are actually
They fit together so perfectly that it's almost unimaginable.
The sound of the flute mixed with thousands of emotions in the world quietly merges into the heart of the person who hears the sound of the flute, making them seem to have entered the inner world of the person playing the flute and fall into deep thought.
However, the sound of the flute is more mixed with sadness and melancholy, which seems to be the longing for lost things or loved ones.
Then the sound of the flute slowly faded away, but just when the sound of the flute was about to disappear, a graceful and elegant singing voice slowly came, saying: "
Today, I see all the things in the world, just like the east water passing away in the passing years. Looking back on the past life, I laughed and cried, and now I think about the hardships and fate... The smoke and dust billowing cover the red clouds, the vast expanse can be divided, the poor autumn colors are boundless, not to mention the beauty of all things in the world...
…”
"The chaos in the world will continue forever, the emperor's hegemony will be in vain, no one can see the vastness, how much prosperity can't help but be seen, the sky and the earth are dim with a line of red clouds, calamities will come endlessly, the gods and Buddhas of the past are now in dust, who knows the vast sky and the earth are dim, I myself
Come for a stroll."
After a while, the graceful singing slowly dissipated among the mountains, but the sound of the flute and singing seemed to still echo in everyone's hearts. I saw that everyone outside the courtyard still had their eyes slightly closed at this time, still immersed in this.
In an artistic conception mixed with thousands of emotions.
"What a beautiful flute song and song, mixed with such a strong sense of melancholy and confusion. Anyone who has not experienced it personally can never compose such a masterpiece." Outside the courtyard, a beautiful girl in a plain white palace dress looked a little distracted.
murmured.
"Yes, and the most rare thing is that this melancholy is also mixed with free and easy feelings and the inner ambition of the composer." Next to the beautiful girl in plain white palace clothes, a man wearing a light red gown
The girl in the skirt also said with an intoxicated look on her face.
This woman's appearance is not any worse than the former one. Of course, if Ling Yunfeng were here, she would definitely be shocked. Isn't this woman the same beautiful woman who had some grudges with him in the Demon Abyss Mountains?
"When did such a master of music appear in our college? How come I never knew about it." The beautiful girl in the light red dress came back to her senses slightly and said.
"I don't know either, but the voice just now seems to belong to Xue Yan." The beautiful woman in white palace clothes frowned slightly and said with some uncertainty.
"Sister Xueyan? No way, we have been together for so long. How come I didn't know that she has such a good knowledge of music?" The beautiful girl in the light red dress said in surprise.
"I'm not sure, but the sound of the flute just now did come from Xueyan's yard. We'll find out when we go in and take a look." said the woman in white palace clothes.
"Yeah, yeah, I just came here to chat with Sister Xueyan. I've been bored to death these days." The beautiful girl in the light red dress said, and then the two of them walked into the courtyard together.
In the courtyard, a girl in a pink dress stood in the wind, her delicate body under the soft dress outlined a graceful arc in the air.
Her black hair is scattered behind her back, and a few strands of hair are scattered around her ears. She is dressed simply and not luxuriously, but it invisibly exudes an elegance and noble temperament, which makes people feel very comfortable.
At this time, the girl's beautiful face was filled with sadness. She looked sadly at the mountains and dense forests in the distance, her eyes blank.
Behind the woman, there stood a beautiful girl in a lavender dress. The girl looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, and her face was slightly red, like the pink peach petals that had just opened.
The eyebrows covered by a few strands of bangs are as slender as willow leaves, with a pair of big innocent eyes flashing under them. The beautiful little nose is slightly straightened, and the long black hair is combed behind the head in a simple bun.
"Sister Xueyan, are you thinking about brother Yun Feng again?" the beautiful girl in purple dress asked softly.
"Mengyou? Do you think it's possible for him to still be alive?" The girl in pink dress asked with her beautiful eyes moving slightly. These two people are Ling Xueyuan and Ling Mengyu.
"I'm not sure either, but I always feel that Brother Yunfeng will be fine." Ling Mengyu said, but even though she said that, she didn't have much hope in her heart.
During this period, she also sent many people to search the Moyuan Mountains several times, but every time they returned without success, and there was no news about Ling Yunfeng at all.
"Really? Why do you think his life is so miserable?..." Ling Xueyuan's eyes were dazed and she sighed slightly.
"Mengyou, Sister Xueyan, you are all here!" At this moment, a pleasant voice came, and immediately two beautiful figures walked in from outside the courtyard. It was the beautiful girl in the light red dress and the white one from before.
Beautiful woman in palace costume.
"Miss Yuexi and Miss Luoxi, why are you here?" After hearing this, Ling Xueyan turned her head and forced a smile on her face. From her title, she knew that the woman in white palace clothes was Qin Yuexi from Qingfu City.
As for the remaining beautiful girl in a light red dress, her name is Nangong Luoxi. This girl's identity is not simple. She is the daughter of the dean of Hunwu Academy and the eldest lady of Hunwu Academy.
Perhaps birds of a feather flock together, as these beautiful women are all acquaintances at this time.