Chapter 67: .Respectively

In the small meeting room exclusively owned by Yunxuan on the top of the holy tower, the two princes were sitting side by side, describing to the priest what had just happened.
Yun Xuan leaned against the protagonist with his pipe in his mouth, closed his eyes, as if listening to the narration of the two without paying attention, but he had a plan in his heart. He was enjoying morning tea leisurely and contentedly in the bamboo forest. He suddenly noticed an unusually familiar time and space fluctuation. He arrived at the scene almost at the same time in amazement, but he did not expect that it would be triggered by the sea...
"...That's the case. The golden light at the time was too strong. I vaguely seemed to see... a book inside..." Shun hesitantly finished his speculation. Unexpectedly, when the priest heard this sentence, He stood up abruptly, and his face couldn't help showing surprise.
Jinguang...book? Yun Xuan pursed his mouth tightly, flicking to suppress the anxiety in his heart, he thought of the old book he had stored in the bookstore that seemed to be sealed, could it be that the thing reappeared in the world? Uneasy, he didn't want to ask any more questions, and casually asked "I'll take care of this." He hurriedly wanted to go back to the bookstore to see what happened, but was stopped by Yu Ming in a few steps.
"Mianxia..." The young man in the golden robe looked at the high priest who looked displeased in front of him, swallowed his saliva nervously, and asked, "Well, have you really taken Jiehai as a disciple?"
With a drum in his heart, he wanted to know the truth of the rumors, but Yun Xuan had the patience to explain to him in detail, and he immediately returned the sentence "I don't know", wrapped in white light, and disappeared into the hall.
When Yuming heard this answer, he had no doubts at all, and he was naturally relieved, but he was unwilling again. After all, power and wealth are not attractive to a pampered son like him. Even if his father blindly forced him to force him, he seemed to be conscientious on the surface, but he didn't care about anything in his heart. But in practice, he originally thought that he would be sure to deal with that kid, but he didn't expect such an inexplicable change halfway through, and he was once again lost in the hands of an apprentice. How could he not let the arrogant and arrogant him be disappointed.
Maybe... I was really too lazy. Every time my father taught me, I just did it in a perfunctory manner. I never had the patience to practice, so that even a small apprentice couldn't win it... He gritted his teeth. , The frivolity in his eyes converged, and he became more determined. From now on... you must practice seriously, and you can never lose to that guy! Wait till next time, wait till next time...
He secretly vowed, and then looked aside, Shun was still leaning on the wooden chair, knocking on the armrest and frowning in thought, as if he didn't care about the priest's departure. He was ashamed in his heart and didn't want to face the brother who was not a good relationship. He just whispered "I'm leaving", then lowered his head and feet to generate wind, and disappeared outside the door with a few strides. in.
Shun still didn't say a word when he heard his farewell. He didn't care about Yuming's departure, but because of the priest's unusual reaction, a cloud of cloud floated in his heart: Where did the Jiehai disappear? That book...what is it? What does the high priest have to do with this matter?
Just now he mentioned the matter about Jiehai, the priests all had a clear look. They didn't ask even a word, it didn't look like they heard it for the first time... He thought that there was a sense of powerlessness in his heart. This eccentric guardian never likes to confide the truth to others, always vaguely speaking, making people unpredictable.
As he was thinking hard, a white light flashed outside the hall. He thought that the priest was back again. He quickly got up and looked at it, but at the door stood the gentle and gentle Elder Ning in a white robe.
"Uncle Ning? Why are you here?" Shun didn't expect to meet him here, so he whispered in surprise. This uncle emperor usually only retreats to practice, it is almost rare to see him.
"Let's see if the teacher is here..." Ning replied casually. Seeing that the priest was not there, he didn't ask much, and smiled and nodded at him before leaving.
The prince remembered the relationship between the other party and the high priest. How dare he miss the opportunity, he hurriedly called to him, stepped forward to give a salute, and tentatively asked: "Have you ever heard of Jiehai practicing under the crown? "
"How did you know?" Elder Ning lived deep in the holy tower all year round, and knew nothing about the relationship between Jiehai and Shun. At this time, he was surprised to hear him ask, "I am here for him. These days I was in charge of teaching him his schoolwork. I found him in the bamboo forest and disappeared, so I wanted to come to the teacher to ask about the situation..."
Jie Hai was actually accepted as a disciple by the high priest? The prince pressed his heart in astonishment, and thought of the priest's abnormal behavior just now, and continued to ask quietly: "I just returned to Beijing and only heard about this. I don't know what kind of power he is?"
"Speaking of speaking, it also has something to do with you and me. It is the power of the Saint Profound..."
Sheng Xuan? When Shun heard these two words, he couldn't help standing in a daze. He never thought it would be such an answer. In the rumors, why would the unique divine power of the Saint King’s blood appear on Jiehai? He was so shocked that he didn't even bother to inquire for a while, and then came back to his senses, but Elder Ning had already left the hall and disappeared.
He was the only one left in this empty room with white light lingering. After hearing a few replies from the emperor's uncle, he felt more or less in his heart. Now that Jiehai and the high priest have a relationship of master and apprentice, the other party will definitely try their best to find him, hoping to get the exact information as soon as possible... But for him, the most important thing is to return to the southern country to find him. Far, complete the investigation of the assassin incident as soon as possible, so as not to have many dreams at night and another change.
He had made up his mind, sighed, and walked out the shining door of the living room with a heavy step. Outside the door is a circular void space, and in the center stands a crystal column with a width of more than ten meters and a crystal clear and transparent crystal column, which stands tall and unshakable like a pillar of the world.
He stepped on the invisible staircase and walked to the crystal column, familiarly transporting his supernatural power and reaching out to press on the column. After the brilliant purple light shone, the prince's body also merged into the crystal, condensed into a phantom and shot down rapidly. Away.
Jiehai was inexplicably taken away by the golden light. After a moment of turning around, he opened his eyes again and found himself standing in a barren sandstone ruin, covered with thick black mist everywhere, almost reaching out his hand Seeing nothing.
The hot air was filled with hot air, giving him the unreality of being in a dream, and his mind was clouded, and he couldn't help falling to the ground and gasping for breath. Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard thunderous roars in the distance, and the earth began to vibrate violently, as if countless sledgehammers hit the ground at the same time, shaking his heart. tremble. He hurriedly got up, squinted his eyes to look at the sound, but because of the black fog, he could only vaguely see rows of turbulent black shadows.
He looked at the shadows whose shapes could not be distinguished, and his heart suddenly jumped for some reason. An uncontrollable terror stirred his nerves. He didn't know what it was, but in this gloomy ghost place, he must It's definitely not kind.
He trembled back a few steps, turned and ran back, trying to escape from the area covered by black mist, but how could his already extremely tired body withstand the consumption. Before he ran far, he fell to the ground with his feet swaying, no matter how hard he tried, his already bottomed physical strength could not support him to stand up again.
He looked helplessly at the swiftly approaching shadow frenzy, and gradually he could hear a muffled or sharp roar, which made him terrified. Could this be the legendary alien monster? Where did he experience the desperate depression that came from the beasts, and when his heart trembled, he even forgot to breathe cleanly, and he couldn't even hold up any thoughts of resistance. His complexion was gray and blue, like a stone.
At the critical moment, a girl whispered suspiciously not far from him: "Huh? There are people here?"
This Tianlai-like question immediately refreshed him. Just about to turn his head and look around, he felt that there was a gust of wind coming, and his body lightened instantly, and he was caught in his hand and rushed forward.
The hard steel arms made his stomach sore. He barely suppressed the desire to vomit, and heard the savior ask him again and again: "Hey, who are you? Why did you appear here? See? You don’t look like a mercenary like this? Are you also separated from others?"
He didn't understand his current situation at all, and was lifted up in the air again, unable to answer at all, and he felt bitter. The girl asked a few words and saw him silently. She didn't care about it. She said as if she was talking to herself: "This beast tide is too weird. It doesn't usually happen at this time... , Big man, do you know any hidden caves around here? When I set up a spectral information reflector, we can hide in the cave and avoid these blind stupid things smoothly."
Beast tide? Reflectometer? Jie Hai was confused when he heard it, but he barely determined the identity of the dark shadows. He was taking a few breaths and planning to reply. The girl sighed and complained: "Really, I don't know that Yuno and Rhea have dropped. Where did it go... Such a large area is full of potholes dug out by the ground-going dragon, but how can people find it... Hey, I would have given them all signals if I knew it..."
She murmured and complained secretly, but Jiehai's heart jumped when she heard it, Yuno? Are they friends of the little shopkeeper? He was immediately moved by the meeting of his relatives, struggling to turn around, squinting his eyes and looking up, and he saw a man's face with a sharp outline like cast iron, and the short red hair above the sword eyebrow was exposed. A faintly slashing horse sword. Sitting on the man’s left shoulder is a young girl with long hair, wearing a yellow-green camouflage skinny leather armor, wearing a weird-shaped silver helmet, and a sniper rifle almost the same length as her on her back. .
He looked at the two murderous strangers, the words he wanted to ask suddenly stagnated, and he didn't know how to explain his origins. In this entanglement, he gradually became dizzy due to lack of oxygen, and took a few heavy breaths. Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of hoofs in the distance, the eyes closed and fainted.
At night, the inner layer of the eternally stable and peaceful study room, huddled up on the small wooden bed, was immersed in a dream. There was no sound that disturbed her, but her small eyebrows got closer and closer, squeezing out a word Chuan, as if sleeping very restlessly.
In the dream, she vaguely saw a turbid blood color, gusts of fishy wind wrapped around her body, with a salty smell, that was the breath of the sea... She followed the path where the blood gathered, naked. Her feet were covered with greasy blood stains, so she had to slow down as much as possible and walk through the world created by blood step by step.
She didn't have the slightest fear, because she didn't know how to fear at all, just frowned and walked across strange, ruin-like buildings in a daze. At the end of the path, she seemed to see a figure floating in the air, she couldn't help speeding up her pace and ran forward, and after accidentally falling several times, she finally reached the bottom of the figure. She calmly wiped the blood stains on her face, tilted her little head and looked up suspiciously. The person covered in wounds in the air with his back to her slowly turned upside down, that's not...!
She suddenly awakened from her dream with a soft cry, the tip of her nose seemed to still linger with the disgusting odor. She shook her head and sat on the bedside thinking for a long time, dizzy and dizzy. Understand what is going on. But that figure... she pursed her mouth lightly, and decided to go to her only partner-Fat Bird Ahuang, and listen to its thoughts.
She got up and put on soft cloth slippers, opened the door, walked slowly to the next room and pushed the door lightly. In this green grassy bedroom like a small garden, the fat bird was lying flat on her favorite little hammock. Sleeping with feet upside down, snoring.
The girl tiptoed up to it, whispered a few times, and shook the crib vigorously. Seeing that it was still unresponsive, she tilted her head and thought for a while, stretched out her hand to pinch the root of its snoring sharp mouth. All the nostrils are blocked.
Huang Zheng wandered in the dream world of gourmet food. He took a bite of meatballs on the left and skewers on the right. Suddenly, he looked up and saw that a white fat meat bun with a small hill suddenly became a thunder. The momentum pressed against it and stuffed it in the bun.
It only felt that there was soft dough with no gaps around it. It couldn't breathe at all, but it couldn't get away. It could only cry out like a begging for mercy: "This bird can't eat it! Get it away, take it away, and take it away." !!!"
"Remove...Remove..." This unconscious urging finally caused Mi You to withdraw the strange hand. Huang finally woke up, stood up with his wings flapped, and took a few breaths before his eyes were sleepy. He squinted at the girl and complained angrily: "What are you doing, Xiao Miyou...this bird just finished the dinner, and before dessert, you woke up...ah..."
It yawned and was about to go back to sleep, but Miyou stretched out his hand and grabbed its wings. After hesitating for a while, he thoughtlessly warned: "Dreamland, there is danger..."
"Huh?" Fat Bird didn't understand her meaning at all, "What is dangerous?"
The girl was taken aback for a moment, and she recalled the figure she had seen in her dream, her familiar and handsome face, and her long green hair...
"It's Brother Jinyuan..." She nodded firmly, and looked at Ah Huang with a serious face, hoping to get a response from it.
"Far as far as possible? What's the matter with as far as possible? Didn't you have a nightmare again?" Fat Bird didn't take her words to heart, and yawned casually, "Go to sleep, go to sleep, wait until tomorrow morning. Just forget everything..."
It patted its wings and wanted to lie down again, but Miyou couldn't help but didn't help it, grabbed its wings, turned and walked towards the door.
"Oh, oh! It's so painful, it's so painful!" Ah Huang yelled a few times pretending to be painful, and seeing that the other party didn't respond, he could only shut his mouth and climbed onto her shoulders, full of melancholy He spit out bitter water, "It's so late, where are you going again? Can't you wait until dawn?" It yawned a few more times, and its body swayed up and down for a while as the girl walked, and gradually fell asleep. Finished.
Mi You frowned slightly, with an ominous premonition faintly, she seemed to believe that there was an accident in Jin Yuan, and she was completely sleepy under worry. As she walked, she was engrossed in recalling what she had seen in her dream. There was a trace of realization in her dream, as if some unknown force was guiding her to find the other party.
She stood in front of the carved portal, thought for a moment, and put her little hand on it, purple light flashed, and the girl with the fat bird disappeared instantly.
In an unknown small fishing village on the South Island, it was a sunny afternoon when the full-fed fugitive Saiker leaned against an ancient tree, holding a wide leaf to cover it. Most of his face, planning to spend this quiet nap time alone.
He was wearing an off-white linen blouse and cyan lantern shorts. He looked more childish, like an ordinary seaside boy, without the prestige of an assassin.
He just lay down for a while with the roots of the grass stalks in his mouth, when he heard the sparse footsteps in the distance, mixed with the crisp laughter of the children, he could not help but suffocated in his heart, and cursed secretly: these annoying little ghosts... Again.
He pretended to be motionless as if he hadn't heard it, and waited for the footsteps to stop gradually from far to near, before pulling the leaves on his face, and squinting his eyes nonchalantly.
In front of him were seven or eight children, male and female, and the oldest one was no more than ten years old. They grew up in a fishing village, and their faces were tanned by the sun, and their bodies were covered with dirt and sand. Only their white teeth smiled dazzlingly.
"Saisai, Saisai..." The eldest child in the grade saw him wake up and waved to him excitedly, but was beaten with a chestnut.
"Don't call it that way!" The prestigious shadow assassin quickly withdrew his right hand, and taught the group of unruly little ghosts with a straight face, "Did you not see me taking a nap? If you disturb others in a nap, you will be sent to by the sea god. Hell! You know?"
He bit his teeth viciously, trying to pretend to look like a devil, but he didn't even receive any effect. The child squinted his forehead with a smile, and opened his palm to show him favorably: "Sai... Look, we found these."
The children behind him also gathered around and opened their palms one after another. The red palms were full of pearls, corals and beautiful shells, which looked very delicate, shining with a pleasing luster in the sun.
Saikor scanned the tributes back and forth like a review, and curled his lips pretentiously, then picked them up slowly, put them in the small skin on his waist, cleared his throat and asked impatiently. Said: "What do you want to see today?"
"I want to see the story of the Grizzly Bear King!" The child yelled first, then looked back at the round eyes of the little friend, and scratched his head with an embarrassed smile.
"Okay, okay, you little ghosts are really troublesome..." The Shadow Assassin chewed the grass roots and walked slowly to the tree. He took out a thick, wide strip of white cloth from a small wooden box and nailed it to the tree. He stepped back. Take a few steps to look at the pair of expectant eyes on the left and right, hook the corners of the mouth proudly, and then wave his hand to release his supernatural power.
The projection of a huge grizzly bear immediately appeared on the white cloth. Although there was no color but a pure shadow, it was as vivid as a real existence, and even the hairs were clearly visible. Seeing the opening of the show, the children hurriedly clapped their hands and sat around the big tree, staring at the magical white cloth, full of yearning.
Secor began to manipulate the projections of the divine power into various shapes of characters. While controlling the changes of the shadows, he used his lazy and unruly voice to follow the stories he had heard. Although his storytelling level is very poor, those magical, as if real projections are enough to make up for this weakness, so that the children are immersed in this legendary story, completely unable to extricate themselves.
The joyous laughter by the old tree gradually reverberated and spread to the light blue three-story hotel cabin with high spires not far from the coast.
The old wooden door on the bottom of the cabin facing the sea was gently pushed, and a handsome silver-haired figure came out. Verut held the old wooden fence beside the door with both hands, and looked at the children frolicking around the old tree, a gentle smile was awakened at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were gloomy.
He was wearing a loose white linen robe, and his half-exposed chest was covered with fine bandages, faintly with deep blood. His complexion was much better than when he first fled. In addition to the weak gray and whiteness of his cheeks, there was also a slight rosy tinge on his cheeks. It was obvious that everything was progressing in a good direction.
He looked at the young assassin who danced under the tree and performed shadow play for the children, and his heart was full of the warmth of passing the day, but his slightly thin body showed a kind of solitude independent of the world, these two completely different. This emotion made him fall in love for a while, unable to distinguish his true expectations. He stood by the door and looked at the distance, his heart turned a thousand times, but there was no sound. Only the cold eyes melted into the sea breeze and drifted around.
Suddenly, he seemed to hear a faint roar, and he turned his head vigilantly in his heart. In the distance between the sea and the sky, there was a black airship flying towards here, seemingly speeding up.
It's finally here... His blood-red pupils became sharp in an instant, and his heart was silent, like an ancient well without waves. He stared at the airship and unconsciously squeezed the old wooden fence with his hands. Behind him, the laughter that was still cheerful, accompanied by the chanting of the wind, hurried across and disappeared into the clear sky of the blue sky and blue sea.