"Do me one more favor, sister?" Fan Ning suddenly smiled sweetly, "I have two 'perspectives' of acting. This time after I become the 'Crescent Moon', I want to try to use the 'Fountain in the Painting'
's camouflage and the authority of birth from the remains of the 'Red Pond' to give them independent bodies."
"Who is your sister? I'm not. If the facts are not established, don't make random connections." Qiong's voice suddenly became a little angry, "You want to use me again, right? Just tell me what you are going to do, for the sake of helping me get promoted before.
, repay your favor."
"Okay." Fan Ning returned to his normal way of speaking and explained quickly, "The two remains of the Origin God are contained in the paradoxical antique 'mobile phone'. Now they are both in my hands and in the abnormality zone.
Here. I may not be able to find its location, nor can I grasp a stable spiritual connection in this ambiguity. It will take me several months to give it a form. During this period, I need you to inspire the star track again.
"Help me build a bridge and lead a way with your power."
"I understand, okay, I'll try."
After receiving Joan's understanding and affirmative reply, Fan Ning quickly put himself into a meditative state.
"Twilight and Walls on the Mountain Top", "Perspective of Snakes and Scorpions", "Abyss Seen under Certain Emotions", "River of Silver Mirrors", "Creative Sketching of Extremely Asymmetrical Containers".
"Green Night" and "The Room of Pain".
Fan Ning first quickly sketched the contents of the seven mysterious paintings in his mind. Five of them were painted by Vincent, and two were from the impressionist painter Cumier and "Miss Scarlet" respectively.
After realizing the attunement between his own state and the characteristics of the remains of the "Fountain in the Painting", he focused his attention on the hidden pattern of the bouquet of flowers on his wrist.
"Love is a question."
This bouquet was the remnant of Fan Ning's fall from the nightmare of the collapse of the Southern Kingdom, the last trace of the "Fragrant Flower Poet" after his power was exhausted. Soon, with the overlooking perspective of the "crescent moon", he also felt the broken window in the distance.
A rough outline of the wreckage of the "Red Pool" in the chaotic turbulence of the secret history.
Both of these effects on Fan Ning are extremely weak, like using a rope to pull a sailboat in the violent sea far away and deep.
On Qiong's side, among the collapsing pixels in the sky, she saw two wisps of blood-red faint "smoke" rising up, and then flying irregularly in the air as if affected by some random traction.
He started to swim around, trembling in all directions.
With a jumping electric arc in her hand, she slowly stroked the "star track" of the flute.
Once again, the true knowledge of the "Gate of Disproportionation" is injected into it, bringing a dreamy lavender and crimson trail, and then thrown into the sky, turning into the sad and beautiful starlight falling lightly.
Under the guidance of the starlight, the two bloody clouds of smoke inspired by Fan Ning finally stopped oscillating chaotically, following Fan Ning's vague spiritual pull, and gradually drifted away in two different but fixed directions.
.
"Huh? What is this? A poem, or a secret message?"
Looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, Qiong suddenly let out a light sigh.
I saw this "paradoxical antique" in my hand, which is called both "The Magic Horn of the Boy" and "The Flute of the East". The light spots falling all the way under the sky seemed to vaguely form rows of long and short lines.
Different, interlaced combination of symbols or words!
"What's wrong?"
Fan Ning, who was meditating at the lighthouse, was slightly distracted and frowned and asked.
“I seem to see ‘Star Trail’ scattering poems?”
Qiong's tone was very confusing: "This type of layout should be a poem. The strange square characters seem to be in the Guchaniz language??. I don't know why "The Flute of the East" has poems sprinkled with it. That's why it brings a
The reason for the title of the book? If you were here with me, you might be able to understand something, but I can’t understand it now, and I don’t know how to convey it to you.”
"Psalms." Fan Ning also knew another name for "The Flute of the East". "It can't be those 'joyful songs' in 'The Devil's Horn', right? The Divine Advent Society used to use its compiled teachings to confuse the people.
It is possible that the abnormal area is distorted into the Guchaniz language. Don’t be distracted for now and study it later.”
"Um."
Qiong's body has already flown to the branch of a tree, which is a tall coconut tree in the southern projection. The wind blows alternately, sometimes it's the hot summer wind, sometimes it's the cold wind in the abnormal zone.
Wind, Qiong prefers summer breeze, because they are mixed with the moisture of the ocean and the fragrance of coconut.
"Crescent moon"
She leaned against the branch, stretched her body slightly, and watched the falling starlight split into two directions and gradually go away, her eyes thoughtful.
The southern continent, the former Tiya city-state, the fox lily wilderness area in the northwest.
There is only scorching hot wind and waves mixed with sand and gravel.
As well as rolling, cracked and barren hills, only sparse thorn-like plants can survive.
In an inconspicuous mountain valley, suddenly, a faint blood-colored smoke rose from the cracks in the soil.
This cloud of smoke slowly swirled in the low altitude without any obvious changes. It was not until several hours passed that the color seemed to differentiate from pure blood red into other colors.
Moreover, a highly transparent shadow appeared in the smoke.
It is very thin, almost an illusion, and looks like it may be blown away by the wind at any time.
This figure has a slender figure, ice blue eyes, long hair and beard.
He was sitting with his guitar in his arms, wearing loose cotton shorts and a white shirt directly open on his upper body.
The smoldering strong wind ruffled his clothes. His eyes seemed to be looking towards the mountain top and the sky, and his fingers picked up a string on the guitar.
The western continent, the Apel War Zone, and the disputed border between the Kingdom of Holy Janus and the Kingdom of Lydia are further west.
Mountain peaks, lakes, primeval forests that cover the sky; swamps, wetlands, and bad roads in the mud.
After the border of the abnormal area spread to a sufficiently oppressive and terrifying enough adjacent distance, there were few people here, and even secular wars lost interest in it.
A dilapidated road stretched forward and was cut off behind a decaying barbed wire fence.
There is an abandoned sentry tower here, and further inside is a reed bush as high as a person, and further inside is a swamp, and an arc.
Different scenes are mixed and superimposed and flow together on the curved surface, like a twisted and colorful film on the surface of soapy water.
On the barbed wire fence next to the abandoned sentry tower, there was originally a lighting lamp that had been rusted and weathered.
Suddenly, the light seemed to flicker vaguely.
Inside the abandoned sentry tower, a faint mist of blood began to swirl.
It is also an extremely slow process of becoming color, fractal, and turning into a virtual shadow.
This is a middle-aged gentleman who vaguely looks to be in his forties or fifties. His hair is neatly combed and his temples are gray. He is wearing a prim and formal old-century formal suit. His boots are stained with mud and rotten leaves.
He looked peaceful and sat on the ground with his eyes closed, holding a scripture in his hand that emitted a faint light in the darkness.
In Qiming Church, Sheeran was already standing on the podium, and the sound of Bach's "Chaconne" resounded from every corner.
Standing in front of the broken window, Fan Ning felt something in her heart and turned her head to look sideways.
So the two growing shadows far away in the Western Continent and the Southern Continent also looked at each other from a distance.
Their eyes spanned thousands of rivers and mountains, and at this moment, they began to intersect.
Sorry, Chapters 40 and 41 were posted in reverse order. I swapped the pastings, and the delay may be wrong.