At this time, the little fish was so anxious that it jumped three feet high.
"The door is about to close! Mr. Zhao, I have to leave first. You, you, you... take my blood and leave later... It's over, I have to leave quickly."
The little girl threw a small porcelain vase towards Zhao Rong and panicked when she saw the bright moon in the sky whose light was gradually dimming.
Zhao Rong took it and looked down.
"Woooooooooo, door! Door! Just wait for me, door, but don't pull me down..."
Xiaoyu stamped her feet anxiously and ignored Zhao Rong. She quickly waved her sleeves and a handkerchief flew out from her sleeves and circled around the soles of her feet.
There was a mighty wind rising from the feet, and the handkerchief, which seemed like a flying magic weapon, carried the little fish to the bright moon in the sky that was full of emotions and just wanted to close the door.
In the Monk Haoran Realm, flying requires the use of foreign objects.
Only when the small world inside the body and the big world outside the body are connected and harmonious can one fly in the wind freely and escape from external objects.
This is what Taoism calls the debate between the husband taking advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth and controlling the six qi.
And the so-called six qi, 'yin and yang, wind, rain, and darkness', also involve the practice method of Tianzhi realm...
At this time, the little fish probably wished that he could immediately reach the realm of heaven and fly up in a whoosh, instead of buzzing and flying slowly like a little bee.
It seemed that the speed of flying on the wind handkerchief was a bit slow. A group of little girls panicked in the air like puppies pawing through water. They spun their two thin arms and stretched out two circle-like arms on the left and right.
Afterimage...
It seems like you can fly faster by cutting the air like this.
It’s another one of the three major delusions in life that a little girl has besides ‘I can do it’.
Zhao Rong: "......"
Finally, just when the light of the bright moon shrouding the Crystal Pavilion was about to completely fade away, a little girl threw herself into the Crystal Pavilion in the air with an indescribable gesture.
Her body dimmed with the moonlight, like a distant star in the night sky before dawn. As the morning sun lit up the sky and the earth, her figure shattered into light spots like fireflies.
Scattered around the pavilion.
But just when it was about to completely dissipate, the little girl in the embarrassed pavilion seemed to still raise her head and look around in confusion, like a little marmot, her confused look seemed to be saying, Hey, I came in...
But before she could turn around with a blushing face and wave to Mr. Zhao below, the figure disappeared through the door.
In the crystal pavilion above the suspended ruins, the last ray of moonlight disappeared.
There was only an empty pavilion, and the blue-gold dress with empty sleeves in the pavilion...
Zhao Rong finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the panicked little girl finally rushed in before closing the door.
"Really...it made me sweat for you."
He shook his head and smiled, "Well, it's like this young master going to the school to attend classes."
Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze, turned his back to the calm crystal pavilion, and walked towards the direction of the teleportation hall that Xiaoyu just pointed to.
If nothing else happens.
This unreliable girl must have ascended to the sacred moon palace that people have been dreaming about for thousands of years.
I don’t know...if we’ll see each other again.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and gently shook the small porcelain bottle in his hand. There was a round drop of blood rolling inside.
"She also went to the Moon Palace...Well, I seem to have forgotten to ask Xiaoyu to bring something to say, but...it seems like there is nothing to say."
Until this moment, Zhao Rong still clearly remembers the scene he looked down upon when his soul left:
The woman lying on his chest, biting his throat and drinking blood while laughing.
Her face, lips, eyes and hair were all red.
Only the eyes that were turned up and staring at the young master were bright...
Zhao Rong rubbed his face, put the small porcelain bottle into his sleeve, raised his head, and prepared to walk towards the teleportation hall ahead.
His steps suddenly stopped.
Directly ahead, in his field of vision when he raised his head.
There is a crystal pavilion sitting quietly on the shore of the hot spring. It is surrounded by Jiutianhangong flowers. Inside...
Empty.
However, a second ago, before Zhao Rong raised his head, it was still suspended in the air behind him.
Zhao Rong suddenly turned around.
There was a 'blue-gold fairy dress' standing ten meters behind him.
Wait is wrong.
It should be said that it was a transparent woman wearing a blue-gold fairy skirt, standing there quietly.
The fairy skirt is long and floor-length.
Zhao Rong's pupils that reflected this strange scene shrank.
Awe-inspiring.
He immediately took a step back.
The transparent woman in the blue-gold fairy skirt took a step forward.
Zhao Rong turned left again and silently moved three steps.
The transparent woman in the blue-gold fairy skirt was quiet, then took a step forward, and at the same time turned sideways to adjust.
Still facing him head-on.
Zhao Rong suddenly felt a surge of fear in his heart.
It or she is alive.
It's not a floating dead dress.
In short, it seems to be a transparent creature that Zhao Rong cannot see!
It has spirit.
His mood was turbulent, and he tried to keep his face calm, his eyes drooping slightly.
Stare at the flowing skirt of the transparent woman with a spirit.
Zhao Rong subconsciously avoided looking at its upper body, because the position of its head was empty from his perspective at this moment.
And Zhao Rong's intuition vaguely told him that it was watching him intently!
The dark sealed space of the cave, the lost and dilapidated ancient ruins, the crystal pavilion surrounded by the flowers of the moon, and the transparent woman with no visible head...
Facing this scene, no matter who Rao is, no matter how strong his psychological quality is, he may be a little unable to withstand it.
So he still lowered his eyes.
At this moment, in front of the Crystal Pavilion.
The air became silent.
A handsome black-haired scholar in white clothes, and a transparent woman of unknown origin wearing a blue-gold fairy skirt.
Two creatures, facing each other.
The atmosphere is quiet and eerie.
Zhao Rong didn't speak, and neither did the transparent woman.
The former's eyes were staring at the latter's skirt without blinking, as if he was afraid that if he blinked, the transparent woman would disappear again, or suddenly approach.
Zhao Rong didn't know when he got up, but he was already covered in cold sweat, and the white clothes on his back were soaked.
The cold wind from the distant sin abyss blew all the way to the center of this ruined ancient city. The autumn wind in the abyss was still bone-chilling. At this time, big thorns penetrated from the back of his neck into his sweat-soaked back.
Inside the clothes, it was as if a large bucket of ice cubes had been poured into the back, and it was stirred wildly, and it was bitingly cold.
Zhao Rong looked calm.
If the enemy does not move, I will not move.
Time passes minute by minute.
The transparent woman seemed to be watching him carefully, but except for the hem of her skirt that was blown up by the autumn wind, she remained motionless.
Zhao Rong: "......"
During this wasted time, he was already thinking quickly about the reason.
Obviously, this is its home field, because the green-gold fairy dress was hanging in the crystal pavilion just now, and Xiaoyu was not surprised by this before.
So they should all belong to this ruins, or at least have a deep origin.
This is even more difficult. This is someone else's territory.
And he is a foreign intruder.
However, Zhao Rong felt that he had not done anything bad all the way to this ruins, such as stealing other people's things or breaking into the ruins' restrictions.
He is a well-behaved, law-abiding, handsome and polite guest.
But they are very honest, well, except for a certain uninhibited and high-headed demon dragon not long ago, but wasn't this one subdued by the Luo Xiu heroine?
It has learned its lesson, let it go.
Well, Zhao Rong admitted that maybe when he first entered this uninhabited ruins, he was a little thief in mind. He followed Xiaoyu and looked around, and his hands were a little itchy.
I was thinking about going on an adventure, unlocking new maps, looking for chance treasures, etc., but! Wasn’t this all stopped in time by the just and brave Little Fish Girl? He also deeply realized his own mistakes.
, preparing to wait for the Little Fish Girl to leave before he comes back... No, anyway, he committed a crime in his heart, not a crime! Why should he be presumed guilty, Zhao Ziyu?
But no matter how dissatisfied Zhao Rong was, he was still a ghost at this moment.
Well, it must be a ghost.
He now has three assumptions about the current situation.
It may be the spirit of this extraordinary blue-gold fairy dress.
It may also be a lonely ghost, a remnant soul of an ancient wandering in the ruins, but since he can wear this noble and mysterious dress,
Or maybe... it's the projection or clone of a powerful being?
At this time, Zhao Rong glanced at the transparent woman's empty head from the corner of his eye.
Then slowly move down.
His eyes fell on the ground beside it...
Phew, luckily there is a shadow.
But, holy shit, why does this shadow have a head!?
Zhao Rong's breathing paused.
This is the shadow of a woman's head...
Grass, what kind of ‘unclean’ thing is this?
Zhao Rong was scolding his mother in his heart, but his face remained calm.
"She seems...not malicious."
Gui, who had been silent all this time, said suddenly.
Zhao Rong nodded inwardly and said sincerely: "Why don't you return to the Great Sword Spirit to help me ask her? She looks like a remnant soul. You are probably all a family. One family does not fight the other family. Please help persuade her."
, don’t follow me.”
Return: "…………"
After teasing the sword spirit, Zhao Rong's tense heart relaxed slightly.
He immediately cleared his messy thoughts.
Zhao Rong felt that doing so was not an option.
Anyway, it's a knife to extend your head, and it's a knife to shrink your head.
In addition, he also thought of something.
At this moment, Zhao Rong took a deep breath, then raised his head, looked squarely at the motionless transparent woman in front of him, and chuckled:
"Well, the door suddenly closed just now. Was it you? Do you want to... meet me alone?"
Obviously, Xiao Yu just entered the door in a hurry, which was man-made.
And Zhao Rong really couldn't think of any other purpose for this transparent woman to do this besides creating an opportunity to see him alone.
The transparent woman wearing frosty dawn horns did not speak, and seemed...unable to speak.
She tilted her head slightly.
Well, Zhao Rong saw this from her shadow on the ground in his peripheral vision.
The transparent woman suddenly moved.
Zhao Rong took a step back to be on guard, but immediately relaxed slightly.
Because she didn't come towards him, but walked diagonally forward...
A blue-gold dress floated into the crystal pavilion, stood in front of the crystal table, bent down, opened a mechanism at the corner of the table, and seemed to be taking out something...
Zhao Rong looked at the movements of the woman in the pavilion with great curiosity. She had her back to him, her waist was as slender as that of a divorced woman, and her figure was not too tall. She was similar to Qingjun, but she was considered taller among human women.
If you don't look at the disappearing head, then just looking at the beautifully curved silhouette, the transparent woman can give men the expectation of a peerless goddess, looking forward to her beautiful face that will suddenly smile after turning around.
It's a pity...I can't see the end.
In the pavilion, a transparent woman wearing the same frosty dawn horns as the tall woman not long ago but with a different posture turned around, left the crystal pavilion, and floated towards Zhao Rong.
The latter suddenly became alert, tensed up, and moved one foot back to support the ground.
Start to silently accumulate strength.
Like a cheetah, ready to fight at any time.
The transparent woman seemed not to care and floated in front of Zhao Rong without any pause.
Then.
The two empty sleeves...that is, her hands, were raised directly.
The transparent woman held something in her hands and presented it to Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment.
The transparent hands in front of me...are a Nine Heavens Winter Palace Flower.
It's just that the color is different from all the Jiutianhangong flowers he has seen before.
It is blood red.
A blood-red Jiutianhangong flower.
It's like it's stained with someone's blood.
But as far as Zhao Rong knew, the Nine Heavens Han Palace Flower was said to come from the Moon Palace and was pure and sacred without any impurities.
The blood of virgins cannot dye it, it will only make it more pure white, but the blood of virgins or other liquids will only make it dull and gray, and will not dye it into any other color...
Zhao Rong lowered his head and stared for a while, seemingly stunned.
He looked at the transparent woman holding flowers in both hands, pointed at himself with his index finger, "Is this...given to me?"
After asking, Zhao Rong stared at her face and immediately realized that it was useless to look at her transparent face. She was really lonely and could only see the floor behind her...
He turned to look at the female shadow on the ground.
I saw the transparent woman nodding her head, holding flowers in both hands, and shrinking her shoulders cautiously.
She seemed a little nervous, afraid of being rejected by him.
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment and then let down most of his guard.
Is she... giving me a little red flower?
He blinked in curiosity.
By the way, if you are just sending flowers, it should be a gesture of goodwill, and the flowers will not be poisonous, right? Just give me a gift?
If it was really such a weird thing, then Zhao Rong would be convinced.
He suppressed his laughter, nodded, and raised his hand to take the small red flower from the transparent woman's hand.
"Thanks."
Zhao Rong nodded and smiled, lowering his head and twirling the fiery red petals curiously, "It's very beautiful."
He has always felt that any kindness from strangers must be treated well.
The transparent woman is very happy.
Because she danced.
At this moment, in front of Zhao Rong, a transparent woman touched the ground with her toes and jumped back lightly.
As light as a feather, she floated up, opened her thin arms, stretched her body in the air, and started spinning and dancing happily.
On women, the frosty dawn-horned fairy skirt that often appears in myths about leaving the earth flies with the warm autumn wind.
The mysterious blue-gold skirt swirls and dances, just like the big sleeves of a goddess's dress.
The ancient dance is beautiful and strange.
But there is a unique beauty that belongs to the mural of the goddess flying from the earth.
The scene before my eyes was like a dream.
Zhao Rong twisted the small red flowers in his hands, raised his head and smiled.
And the next second.
The transparent woman in the fairy skirt paused and looked back, extending a hand towards Zhao Rong.
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PS: Thanks to brother "20170429160217484" for another leader's reward! Xiaorong... I don't know what to say, so I can only redouble my efforts to update!