In the quiet little stone pool, there are already many scenes at this moment.
The weak woman named Huang Lingsha was surprisingly angry at the moment. She stared at the middle-aged man on the edge of the stone pool with murderous intent. Then she emerged from the fire like a phoenix and headed towards Huang Xuanzhi.
Looking at the angry-faced woman in front of him, Huang Xuanzhi suddenly looked lonely, but the corner of his mouth raised a hint of happiness.
"My little sister is finally willing to talk to me...but does it have to be this way before she is willing to pay attention to her elder brother?"
The smile on Huang Xuanzhi's lips became lonely again.
A buzzing sound.
As soon as Huang Lingsha's body rushed out, a silver barrier appeared in the sky above the edge of the small stone pool. It seemed as thin as water, but it was extremely terrifying. The silver light flashed slightly and bounced the woman directly into the stone pool.
.
Subsequently, countless silver rune chains appeared in the entire space of Shitan, crisscrossing each other, cutting and imprisoning the entire space into countless pieces.
On the small stone pool, the woman who bounced back was tightly bound by the silver rune chains and could not move. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her face became extremely pale, making her already weak body look particularly helpless.
Looking at the woman being tightly restrained, Huang Xuanzhi's expression turned completely cold. It was not directed at the woman, but at the silver rune power in this space that even he was helpless to do anything about.
Naturally, Huang Xuanzhi did not dare to provoke the woman in the slightest. With a sudden movement, he appeared next to Huang Lingsha. He took out a clean silk scarf and gently wiped the blood from the corner of the woman's mouth, and said softly:
"Although eldest brother still doesn't think it's right for you and Lin Changtian to be together, eldest brother understands that those two children are innocent!"
On the stone pool, the bound woman did not appreciate it. She just raised her eyes and stared at Huang Xuanzhi with indifference.
"You and I both come from a wealthy family. Although we are extremely noble in front of others and are extremely envied by the world, we also understand what it means to be 'not free'. My eldest brother is now in charge of the iron laws of the clan, and there are many things that we cannot control ourselves!"
Huang Xuanzhi squatted next to the woman, meticulously straightening out the latter's messy black hair.
Huang Lingsha's expression remained unchanged.
Huang Xuanzhi sighed slightly, "Don't worry. Although the Great Heavenly Master has found the two phoenixes, he has been unable to find their Qi. It seems that they were deliberately covered up!"
"As long as the two of them don't use the Phoenix Spirit, it won't be easy to find them for a while..."
"And even if we find them and take them back to the clan, they should not be harmed. After all, they have the blood of our Phoenix clan!"
Huang Xuanzhi comforted him.
"Do you believe it?"
The woman suddenly said, with strong resentment in her voice.
Huang Xuanzhi's face suddenly stiffened, and then he just said: "Big brother is there for everything! When I was a child, when did my little sister make a mistake, it was not the big brother who shouldered the responsibility. The last time, the big brother failed to hold you back, and you were punished here.
I have been locked up for eighteen years. But my eldest brother is still the same eldest brother..."
Huang Lingsha lowered her head slightly and couldn't see her expression clearly. After being silent for a while, she asked quietly, "Are they... okay?"
"Not sure!"
Huang Xuanzhi frowned and shook his head, "It's just that Cang Xue should have experienced nirvana twice, and is only one away from the third nirvana that can make the realm soar!"
Hearing this, the woman did not show any joy at all. Instead, tears fell down like curtains. Phoenix Nirvana, what a painful thing it is...
How come you have experienced nirvana twice at such a young age?
Huang Lingsha’s heart is like a knife!
Huang Xuanzhi sighed slightly, comforted the woman for a moment, and then walked out of the grotto. The majestic figure like a dragon and tiger suddenly became lonely the moment he walked out of the grotto.
The look on his face was so uninterested. In the younger sister's eyes, after all, he was no longer the big brother who could protect her from wind and rain.
Even more alienated than strangers.
Little sister...big brother is a little tired!
Outside the grotto, Huang Xuanzhi rubbed his cheeks with both hands, then took a long breath and left the grotto looking extremely majestic.
In the grotto, after Huang Xuanzhi left, the woman came back to her senses and raised her head, looking at the place where the figure had disappeared long ago, her expression more complex than ever before.
Big brother is still the same big brother.
But coming from a rich family, there are too many things that one cannot control. Otherwise, how could the family be scattered in different directions?
…
The green mountains are lush and the breeze is gentle!
It was as if a dead man was lying in the mountains, and at some point a Confucian scholar in green clothes appeared.
It looks quite elegant and elegant, just like the rolling green hills.
The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi was only twenty years old. He was walking in the mountains and forests with his luggage on his back. He was not walking very fast, and he seemed to have a strong interest in enjoying the scenery along the way.
The grass swaying in the breeze, the chirping birds in the forest, the "gauze" sound of the leaves rubbing against each other, and the sunlight shining through the tiny cracks of the mottled leaves and scattering the gentle golden debris in the forest. All of these make Qing Yi fascinated.
Confucian scholars are pleasing to the eye and happy in spirit.
Afterwards, the Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi unloaded the luggage behind him, carefully took out the pen and ink paper, squatted down and watched the ants moving under his feet, tracing each stroke with great interest.
About half an hour later, the scholar in Tsing Yi got back on the road and headed towards the top of the mountain.
At this time, there was a book in the latter's hand, which was a little yellowed and old. It was held by the young man, and he pointed at the country with the movement of his arm.
"There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it has. When it turns into a bird, its name is Peng. With the back of a Peng, I don't know how many thousands of miles it has. When it flies in anger, its wings are as big as
Clouds hanging from the sky!"
"If you are not a fish, how can you know that fish is happy? If you are not me, how can you know that I don't know how to enjoy it?"
"Haha... I saw how charming Qingshan was, and I didn't expect Qingshan to be so charming when he saw me!"
…
Along the way, the Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi stopped and walked, as if his ultimate goal was to climb high and write poems. He kept reciting articles that had been passed down through the ages, which seemed a bit casual and did not have the rigor and rigidity of Confucianism.
However, this seems to make the latter more scholarly, happy and unrestrained!
The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi walked and walked, and finally climbed to the top of the mountain at dusk.
The latter looked at the surging sea of clouds in front of him. Under the unique afterglow of the setting sun, it turned into a sea of gold and red, which was particularly spectacular.
Seeing such a magnificent and spectacular scene, the young man probably felt that the bag he was carrying would affect his chic demeanor, so he quickly unloaded it. Then, the young man's footsteps suddenly became much faster, and he headed towards the vast sea of clouds. There seemed to be excitement on his face, thinking
Write a poem to express your extremely emotional mood.
"For example, I am not afraid of the floating clouds blocking my eyes... For example, I am standing on the top of a high mountain, holding a long dagger... Or for example, I am climbing to the top of the mountain and pointing at the stars. These are all good poems!"
The young man thought this way.
There was a pop.
When the young man was speaking to express his feelings, he tripped over something and fell into a trap...