Shi Yingxue didn't know how to get to Hongyan Island, so she was half a step behind Yuan Qian and followed her direction to fly with her sword.
The scenery I saw along the way was ever-changing, and the scenery after the fog was not quite what Shi Yingxue had imagined.
Some islands have high mountains and deep valleys, and are so lush and green that they seem to be deserted;
Some islands are flat, and the buildings on them can be clearly seen at a glance;
There are also islands with different scenery from other places. Looking down from the air, it looks like a huge crescent. The white part of the crescent is soft sand, and the dark green part is vegetation. Between the dark green and snow-white
Occasionally, you can see some colorful colors, which look like different buildings.
However, flying between the sky and the blue sea during the day does not give rise to the desolation of the insignificance of all living beings. Instead, it feels like the world is vast and the heart is filled with infinite joy.
"Xiao Xue'er, it's coming."
Yuan Qian's ponytail was fluttering in the wind, and the girl's yet-to-be-grown body hid a power that Shi Yingxue could not underestimate.
The fog in front of them was thicker than anywhere they had seen before. A dozen people plunged into the fog and couldn't see clearly what was in front of them.
Shi Yingxue had listened to Yuan Qian's instructions and tied the jade plaque indicating his disciple's identity around his waist. Now he plunged into the fog and felt that there was a faint flow of spiritual energy in the jade plaque around his waist, and his ears felt like
I heard a clear, gentle but slightly ethereal smile: "Iceland Ruyi waiter, welcome."
Before she had time to think about who made the sound, the fog in front of her eyes quickly dissipated, and she suddenly became enlightened.
But before the sense of openness in her heart had even lasted for a moment, a torrent suddenly appeared in front of her, hitting Shi Yingxue directly. She looked left and right at Yuan Qian and others, but she didn't see anyone. It was as if she was the only one in front of this torrent.
Own.
Shi Yingxue had a vague realization in her heart, and was not afraid of the big wave that contained the roar of dragons and tigers. She urged her feet to move like frost, and collided head-on with the torrent.
thump.
It's like a stone dropped into a calm ancient pool, causing ripples to spread out in circles, and finally return to silence.
When she collided with the torrent, Shi Yingxue felt as if all the bones in her body had been shattered.
Before the pain could reach her consciousness, it was as if a gentle hand gently twisted her broken joints.
As a result, the broken meridians and bones were rearranged and combined into a complete body.
Shi Yingxue felt as if she was floating in a dark but warm body of water. She couldn't open her eyes, but she could detect light.
So she walked toward the light step by step, and gently touched the spot of light with her hand. There was a flash of white light in front of her eyes. The next moment, she was already in front of Hongyan Island.
The torrent and mist all disappeared without a trace, and Yuan Qian pursed his lips and looked at her with a smile: "This is the foundation of my 38,900-year-old Yunlang Dao, the City of Hongyan."
Shi Yingxue couldn't help but raise her head and look around. As soon as her eyes fell, she felt her soul shaken.
What comes into view is a giant island that is much larger than Iceland. Everywhere he looks is simple, simple yet elegant, which is exactly the style of Yunlangdao in Shi Yingxue's heart.
This island is about a dozen times the size of Iceland. If you couldn't vaguely see the blue of the ocean on the border, you would almost think it was a continent. Behind it is the open sky, and the blue of the sky is rich and pure. There is no
A little pretentious.
When Yingxue was at her most relaxed, the feeling of this island was not that it was heavily guarded, but that it felt majestic and open to all rivers.
You can see a steep cliff in front of you. There is a waterfall on the top of the mountain. The water flow is the softest, but the power of thunder is condensed everywhere in this waterfall. Even if it flows silently under the sun, people still dare not
contempt.
The waterfall divides the entire mountain into two sides, flowing all the way down. There are exactly the same buildings on the left and right sides, with white walls and ink tiles, and not much gold and silver embellishment. It is a freehand scene, just like the elegant and fairy atmosphere of Yunlang Road.
, its delicacy and gentleness are not reflected much when you first see it, but it seems addictive everywhere.
Seabirds flying from nowhere landed on the ink tiles and jumped around, which added a lot of vitality.
And this rushing waterfall did not flow into the sea in the end, but roared and impacted at the beginning of the mountain gate. It was a pool that Shi Yingxue could not measure with her eyes how big and deep it was.
The washed-out smooth bluestones seem to recall how rough and uneven these bluestones were when our ancestors first founded the sect. But now, as time goes by, they are already so smooth that they can be seen.
With extreme farsightedness, he could clearly see a disciple dancing a sword in the mist splashed around the pool. It was a heroic figure unique to a good young man.
This is the trace of time and the flow of time.
And the passing of time is intertwined with the heroic spirit of young people. It is impossible to distinguish between you and me, nor between the past and the present. It is intoxicating.
So I felt in my heart that no matter the vicissitudes of life, Yunlangdao is here, never far away, and never disappeared. He was the mainstay of the fifteen cities ten thousand years ago, and now he is still the Langli Immortal Family that young disciples yearn for.
It gives people palpitating power that people dare not underestimate, but it is not lifeless and full of vitality.
This is the charm of Yunlang Road.
He is not so repulsive to others, and unlike other sects, he does not give people the feeling of being too towering and stern to look up to him.
Shi Yingxue suddenly thought of the Yunlang Road that Chan had described to her. If you could walk through the water smoke, pass through the place where clouds and water alternate, cross the land where the waves surge, and brush off the white dew on your clothes, you would be the master of the Yunlang Road.
I will personally come to pick you up, regardless of where you came from or why. If you enter my Yunlang Dao door, you will be a Yunlang Dao person in life and death.
Shi Yingxue couldn't help but look down at her gown, which was indeed mottled with white dew.
She gently stretched out her hand to brush off the white dew on her sleeves. Following Yuan Qian's movements, she slowly lowered the flying sword and landed in front of the mountain gate of Yunlang Road.
It still had white walls and ink tiles, and there seemed to be water waves flowing in the door. When Shi Yingxue stepped on the stone slabs that her predecessors had stepped on countless times, a figure emerged from the water waves in the door.
This is a young woman with snow-skinned face and beautiful face, but she has snow-white hair on her temples.
Her white hair is not as dazzlingly white as Ripples or Ye Qingqiu, but a faint light white, like the whiteness of mortals who naturally change and age.
Slightly different from the other female disciples, her black hair was pulled up into a high bun, with a silver hairpin inserted sideways. The tassels swayed slightly with her movements, which immediately evoked boundless aura. The coexistence of white hair and beauty made her