Chapter 328 First Movement Poems of Awakening (5): Southland
At this moment, Fan Ning's eyelids opened completely.
The scorching sunlight, lying flat and looking up, shows the blue sky and white clouds in the sky.
The huge shadowy silhouettes of three or four strange birds were looming above to watch him.
After he could move his neck, he tried hard to tilt his head, trying to see clearly what kind of thing this was.
The white head and neck, the light yellow and bluish forehead and back pillows, the brown body feathers and wings, the exaggerated long beak and the large skin bag connected to the lower jaw give them a somewhat funny expression.
So Fan Ning breathed a sigh of relief.
It looks like a group of pelicans.
The sense of spiritual presence recovered faster than the physical sensation in his limbs. He tried to gently wave his movable right index finger.
A few grains of pure white sand were suspended gently, and then bursts of severe gouge pain came from the brain.
First, there was the "initial recovery from a serious illness" after a near-death injury, and then there was an extremely long-distance travel, coupled with an infected nightmare, Fan Ning only felt that his physical sensation now was even worse than when he and Qiong were parting.
He was weak and his spiritual condition was even worse.
Although the characteristics of inspiration are still at the extreme level below the understanding, but in terms of pure strength and weakness after being seriously injured, I am afraid it is not as good as the first-level knower.
"boom."
He raised his head slightly, but the back of his head hit the beach again.
"Sir, are you okay?" The girl's pure and delicate voice sounded, slightly away from her.
When Fan Ning heard someone speaking, he became wary again. He closed his eyes and uttered a sentence in Janus with a strange accent:
"No need to come over."
After he responded, the girl's voice disappeared.
But she may still be paying attention to herself, near or far.
The previous conjectures have been basically confirmed: the drastic change in the sense of positioning in the reentry passage, Veen's medical experience, Roy's intelligence tracing, the hot body feeling, the language spoken by the people next to him. Now he should be in Feton, the Southern Continent.
Somewhere in the United Principalities.
Since the correspondence between migration and the waking world does not completely follow empirical logic, the secret mechanism of the "path reappearance method" has a small amount of error. The farther the distance, the more the error cannot be ignored. With such a long reentry distance, it cannot be ignored.
We know how different it will be from Vienne's "marked trajectory" back then.
From a probability perspective, Fan Ning thought it was unlikely that there would be any malicious intent when meeting an ordinary resident on this beach.
However, there is a "Law of Secret History Entanglement" in this world, and there may also be "apostles", which also have an invisible impact on ordinary people. Before making some necessary disguises, try to reduce the number of people who see your true face to one.
, otherwise it will be very troublesome to handle it properly.
Fortunately, a large group of pelicans resting and watching blocked me lying on the beach.
Especially the six or seven closest ones were still making unremitting gestures with their big mouths to see if they counted as food.
Fan Ning closed his eyes again, tried his best to summon up that glimmer of inspiration, and entered a state of meditation before falling asleep.
The red "gel membrane" on my left wrist began to disappear inch by inch.
In his sleep, he recited the prayer about "Endless Fugue", traveled through the hazy astral plane, and landed on the wooden altar of "Qiming Church".
There is a dense golden mist in the distance, and the command podium is at hand, but a little further away it is all black and void.
The world in my vision was spinning, as if I was drunk and would faint in the next moment.
Fan Ning did not dare to delay, so he stumbled and found two large bottles of "Zhu" Xiangyao Essence Spiritual Liquid under the podium.
Crush it directly.
As the incandescent flames rose up, his mind became slightly more stable, and the seats under the stage, the colored windows in the distance, the arches above his head, and the pipe organ high behind him began to appear.
But they are still like a filter with extremely low brightness, so dark that it is difficult to see any details, and they are completely unable to control themselves to walk or float freely.
"It seems that if the injury does not recover, neither the musical instrument representation nor the candlestick dream can be realized, and I will not be able to contact my companions in the northern continent to find out what the current situation is there."
"But this kind of serious spiritual injury is more difficult to find a quick 'special medicine' than depletion. Ordinary spiritual fluids or secret rituals can only play a supporting role. After all, we have to rely on increasing the duration of dreaming again and again, and slowly nourishing it in the migration."
Repair your own spirit body”
"Fortunately, there is enough 100% pure radiant spirit liquid. I have used it all. I should be able to regain my strength in a few days."
Fan Ning endured the strong dizziness and threw the "gel membrane" he had brought in directly on the table.
This podium can be extended into more parts of the structure under its own control. The hole on the right side contains the "old days", the small drawer below contains the keys to the art museum, and further down there are some materials and materials for making curse seals.
The vial of radiant spiritual liquid... has become its own extraordinary material warehouse and ritual vessel storage room. However, if no outsiders come to visit it, it may be kept the same anywhere in a huge church.
When Fan Ning was about to fall out, he suddenly remembered another thing.
After an inexplicable attempt, a black mobile phone materialized in his hand.
This time he was quite surprised.
This mobile phone did not move matter before, nor did it have the mysterious properties of sublimation, but now.
Could it be that he pulled seven mysterious paintings into his body at that time, and then the remains of the "Fountain of Paintings" were contained by this mobile phone? That weird album photo is an external manifestation of its successful containment?
So the mobile phone has undergone fundamental changes, and its characteristics are close to that of an extraordinary gift?
With his spirituality weakened, Fan Ning was hit by a greater sense of trance. He temporarily stopped thinking, put his phone in another mezzanine, and fell out of the "Qiming Church" at high speed.
It was still the scorching sun, the beach, the sea breeze and a group of pelicans watching.
After a brief period of dreaming and nourishment, my spirituality has initially recovered by 10% or 20%.
After putting away the two extraordinary items that could easily expose his identity, Fan Ning suddenly felt something in his mind and tried again to outline the six paintings except "The Room of Pain" in his mind.
Those colors and lines were first generated from my own inspiration, and then superimposed into a photo of the remains of the "Fountain in Painting".
It is not complete and clear, and is partially blurry or even empty. This may be because one picture is missing and the other picture does not fit well.
but
He found that he could already understand the simple mystery of the remains of the "Fountain in the Painting".
Under spiritual practice, the light, shadow, and color of the body and appearance begin to change and reorganize.
His height became taller and taller, his hair changed from reddish brown to pure black, from neat to messy, and grew to the length of a shawl. After a few breaths, his skin color changed from fair to wheat-colored, his eyebrows became thicker, and the bridge of his nose became thicker.
He stood up a little, and a thin layer of beard appeared on his cheeks and lips.
Including external appearance, but not limited to external appearance.
The whole person's temperament has changed from the inside out.
Especially his eyes, which had changed from deep black to a completely different and melancholic ice blue.
If there is a knowledgeable person with good spiritual awareness standing by, he will find that the phase and color of his astral body are also undergoing incomprehensible changes.
The colors of "candle" and "key" turned into "ember", and then turned into "waste" and "cocoon".
This flickering change lasted for several rounds, and finally it seemed that under Fan Ning's deliberate control and selection, it stayed at the peach red breath of the "pool" phase.
He stood up with exhaustion, and then saw a little girl sitting under a few palm trees ten meters away, holding an open coconut in her arms, looking at him curiously.
She is about eleven or twelve years old, but her appearance is a bit special. She seems to suffer from a disease such as albinism. Her long snow-like hair hangs loosely on her shoulders. Sunlight drips from her pale face and arms, like a glass.
Sparkling amber wine.
Their eyes met.
Fan Ning walked over slowly, stared at her and said gloomily: