"No one is controlling it, why hasn't it fallen yet?"
This question was swirling in Qinggui's mind.
Fang Mu, on the other hand, waved enthusiastically towards the kite.
The kite seemed to be alive, leaning slightly to one side, and then the ribbon-like tail of the kite swayed rapidly, as if in response to Fang Mu's greeting.
"It's really you." Fang Mu smiled happily.
It's really strange to see such a big kite suddenly appear.
But Fang Mu quickly guessed something.
The other party's response at this time also confirmed his prediction.
"Is there life?" Qing Gui was surprised, but he soon understood: "Is it the painting life created by that girl Yao Yao?"
Fang Mu nodded: "Yes."
Painting life has the ability to act on its own.
And can also share perceptions.
So Fang Mu has already had this conjecture.
Even if the painting is a dead thing, it can still be alive, right?
Now it seems that it is indeed the case.
The power of [Wanwubi] is indeed mysterious and unpredictable.
Qing Gui looked confused: "What did this girl draw a big kite for? The fragile paper life was damaged in an instant."
"Not necessarily." Fang Mu smiled mysteriously. He ran and jumped up the mountain path and ran towards the big kite.
The big kite also slowly fell, with several broken lines hanging down, and then tied to Fang Mu's body.
Fang Mu pushed the frame of the big kite without hesitation, followed the wind, and jumped down the high cliff.
The huge kite floated out, carrying extremely strong buoyancy, holding the square wood, and glided toward the inner courtyard together. The sound of breaking through the air was loud, and the speed was actually quite impressive.
The kite gliding stirred up amazing winds. These winds greatly reduced the weight of the square log, but it did not seem to cause any trouble to the kite flying.
At this time, Fang Mu stretched his limbs and tried his best to relax himself.
It seems to have turned into a piece of light paper.
Just like that, the kite dragged the square wood and flew into the inner courtyard.
Qinggui looked at this scene and was dumbfounded: "Is this okay?"
Painting life is indeed very fragile.
Even if you draw a phoenix that looks proudly to the sky, it may not be able to fly with people, because for the life of the painting, the weight of people is enough to damage it.
On the contrary, kites are originally made of paper and are very fragile.
But with some clever use, you can fly with the help of wind.
In the inner courtyard.
Outside the bookstore.
The petite Yao Yao was standing there nervously, looking at the sky with cloudy eyes. She would rub her eyes from time to time to relieve the discomfort in her eyes.
Until a huge kite came through the sky and carried Fang Mu to him with the help of the breeze from the mountains.
"Successful!" Yao Yao smiled very happily, and the cute little freckles on his face seemed to be more obvious.
The square wood "flyed" under the kite, quietly feeling the frequency and pattern of air flow.
Traveling in the wind.
It's like swimming in water.
All have buoyancy.
As long as such power is well controlled, resistance can be reduced to a minimum.
Fang Mu's heart moved slightly: "The kite relies on the wind. If I take the initiative to release my elemental force to simulate the wind, wouldn't it be able to fly, etc... Isn't this the elemental force skill [Flowing Wings] used by Qinggui's teacher?
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He figured this out and his eyes gradually brightened.
Looking at the top of the mountain ahead is the Book Mansion.
He actually untied the rope around his body and jumped directly from the air.
The loss of the kite brought huge winds, and Fang Mu felt his body suddenly sink, falling uncontrollably, and the pressure from all directions dropped crazily.
Be steady!
Fang Mu took a deep breath, carefully recalling the feeling just now, and slowly released weak elemental forces in his body. These forces caused friction with the air, forming thrust and buoyancy.
This made Fang Mu feel that his body seemed lighter.
But this feeling did not last long.
He suddenly lost his balance, his whole body staggered, and his falling speed became very fast again.
boom!
The square wood fell directly to the ground.
Smoke and dust are flying.
Failed.
As expected, [Flowing Wing] is not that easy to master.
"Hiss~" Fang Mu gasped, feeling severe pain all over his body. His internal organs seemed to have been displaced. Although he did not fall to death, he was seriously injured.
Yao Yao was shocked when he saw this. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Fang Mu was not dead, and said with a sullen look on his face: "What are you doing! This is too dangerous."
Fang Mu raised his head and grinned in embarrassment, trying to lighten the mood, but scarlet liquid slowly flowed out of his throat, immediately dyeing his entire cheek red.
This seems even more terrifying.
Yao Yao couldn't help complaining: "It's so messy."
She took out a small jade bottle and opened the cap, and soon a strong medicinal fragrance wafted out.
She quickly took out an emerald green pill the size of a thumb and stuffed it into Fang Mu's mouth.
"This is a body-melting elixir that is very suitable for healing wounds. Take it quickly." Yao Yao said nervously.
Elixir entrance.
A faint floral fragrance burst out from the mouth and nose inexplicably.
Such a familiar smell.
Floral?
The rich medicinal power quickly integrates into the body.
It seems to be several points stronger than what I remembered.
"Where did this elixir come from?" Fang Mu felt that the pain all over his body had eased a lot. He breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but ask.
"After suffering such a serious injury, you still care about where the elixir comes from." Yao Yao said speechlessly: "The elixirs in the entire academy come from the alchemy room."
"That's it. It's such a powerful medicine. It's completely different from the pills outside."
"Of course, Nie Nanyan from the alchemy room is a master of alchemy. The dean spent a lot of money to let her stay in the academy."
Fang Mu remembered.
When I first entered school.
Qiao Wangyou seemed to have said something about Sister Nanyan.
It seems to be this alchemy master.
It seems that you are wrong, Teacher Yao.
This elixir was probably refined by a flower-eating girl named Qiao Wangyou.
It seems that her alchemy level has improved very quickly.
Thinking of this, Fang Mu couldn't help but smile.
"You're still laughing, you almost fell to death." Yao Yao complained.
Fang Mu shook his head: "Be glad that you saved a life. Of course, the most important thing is congratulations to you. You found another way to use the Wanwu Pen. Also, congratulations to you for truly facing reality."
What he was talking about, of course, was referring to the fact that Yao Yao ruined the painting life of the person who took classes on his behalf.
"Face the reality." Yao Yao sighed softly: "It is really not an easy thing. To be honest, I am very nervous now. I haven't been this nervous for a long time."
"Do you want to continue with the class?"
"Of course, but this time, I want to understand. You are right. If you are not really willing to understand and comprehend these theories, what is the point of just memorizing them? Such students will have nothing to teach them.
Meaning." Yao Yao said.
It was obvious that she was still a little frightened.
Chen Qingfeng's madness made her feel very uncomfortable.
Fang Mu was very happy for the other party.
Yao Yao seems to have really figured it out.
Thinking about it this way, Chen Qingfeng's incident is not a bad thing for her.