A deep lake is not that unusual. What really surprised Li Luo was the lake surface. The lake surface in front of him was divided into two. The lake surface on the east side was as blue as a mirror with ripples, while the lake surface on the west side was actually covered with ice, but there were only small pieces of ice.
The ice is one after another, and it doesn't look very thick, but the point where the ice surface meets the water surface is straight as if someone has deliberately drawn it, which is extremely rare.
In the distance, there is a river connected to the north side of the lake. The water in the river is as level as a mirror and calm. From a distance, it is not clear whether the water in the river flows into the lake or whether the water in the lake converges to form a river.
With the river as the boundary, the west side is covered with mist and silence, as if someone has covered this land with a layer of light veil. You can see the silent snow floating quietly between the sky and the earth, with a few snowflakes here and there.
Only then would I turn over and shake a little. The rest of the time, I could only see the quiet snow, the quiet fog, and the quiet silence.
The scenery east of the river is vast and clear, with the blue sky as its back. The clouds on the horizon seem to hang down to this vast and boundless land, looking handsome and affectionate. If there is a cloud belt entwining and caressing this wilderness, it will feel fairy-like.
lingering.
Under the clouds, the grass all over the mountains and plains is lush and green. At the best time, it turns into a colorful sea of flowers, so beautiful. No matter whether it is the ancients or the newcomers, I am afraid that no painting master can depict this scene.
One ten thousandth of the color of the sea of grass.
There is no ice or snow, and pure streams appear and disappear in this sea of flowers, soaking in the vast grassland, passing through the airless grass, and occasionally looking around, forming sapphire-like pools, and then overflowing.
He walked out, crossed several low bushes, rocks and dead trees, and merged into small rivers, running happily towards an unknown place.
There are not many trees there, but there are some shrubs and dwarf trees that can bloom next to the streams. At this time of the year, hundreds of flowers bloom on both sides of the river, with bright red, golden, and light green branches and leaves fluttering in profusion, forming a beautiful picture.
In a trance, Li Luo seemed to be in the boundless beauty of the wilderness, drifting with the current, with the sound of clear water splashing in his ears. The grass and fallen flowers under his feet were entangled together.
The poetry of Jinguancheng comes.
There are many small lakes like pearls in the sea of flowers. The pure bright blue is brighter and brighter than the blue of the sky. It is full of smart rhythm, quiet and peaceful, making people reluctant to offend or disturb them in the slightest.
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This is a beautiful scene with water among flowers and flowers in the water.
The puddles reflect the blue sky and white clouds, calm and deep, free and freehand; the meadows on the shore are dense and dense, and the flowers that cannot be named are some shy, some aloof, some graceful, some heavily made-up, some elegant, and some inconspicuous.
But it can present a sea of colorful flowers at this time, giving people a dreamlike feeling.
Yellow, red, blue, white, purple, and green colors are interlaced and superimposed to form the most moving natural picture, and the miraculous workmanship is nothing more than that.
Li Luo's mind wandered, and after a long time he turned to look at Rang Si Que, his face full of surprise and astonishment. Such a place had never been recorded in the books of sages, mountains and rivers, and other books left by previous generations.
Snow and flowers fly together, cold and heat depend on each other.
"What on earth is this place?" Li Luo asked in a low voice.
Rang Sique smiled, did not respond, and said calmly: "After seeing it, let's go."
Li Luo was stunned and speechless, his thoughts were disturbed, and he followed Ruang Sique back to the cave where he had previously hidden.
"It's time for you to go."
"Um?"
"If Xiang Liu'er is not dead, she will definitely not let you go. In a few days, someone will come here to search. You can't hide it. If you want to survive, leave early."
Li Luo gradually came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and performed the Bing Xin Jue for several weeks. He temporarily suppressed the shock in his heart and considered the situation at this moment.
Seeing that Li Luo was silent, Rang Sique frowned and asked, "The injury is not healed yet?"
"Better."
"Oh, if you go west along the foothills, it will take at least a hundred miles before you can cross Luye Naga Mountain. If I guessed correctly, there must be Caohai Cavalry scouts all over the southern foothills of Luye Naga now. Once their whereabouts are leaked, it will be difficult for you to re-enter.
Go back to Dagan."
Li Luo looked at Ran Sique. She had a plain face. She did not hide it or show it deliberately. Li Luo could see that there was a secret hidden in her heart, a secret that she could not express.
"I have a few things to ask Miss Rang Si. Is it okay?"
"Say." Rang Sique replied patiently.
"If Meng Jue Po Khan is safe and sound, why did he only guard the southern foothills of Luye Naga Mountain? The northern foothills and the vast territory north of the northern foothills are not enough to trap a person. If I go south to Dagan, I will only have to spend more time.
We can go back in a few days."
Rang Sique glanced at Li Luo, with a hint of coldness in the corners of his eyes, and said: "Your Majesty is indeed very talented and brave, but if you rush into the Far North Wasteland rashly, you won't be able to get out, but it will win Xiang Liu'er's heart.
As she wished." After finishing speaking, Rang Sique paused slightly and asked, "Do you think what you just saw is normal?"
"I haven't asked you yet, what's so weird about this?" Li Luo asked in a deep voice.
"Almost no one who has ever entered here has come back alive." Rang Sique lowered his head and replied in a low voice, "This river is called the Ling River. To the west of the Ling River is the misty snowfield with snow falling in June in the extreme northern wasteland.
To the east is a flower garden with thousands of flowers blooming all day long. No matter what you see or what you think, these two places are the best places in the extreme northern wilderness."
"Separated by a river, it snows in June and thousands of flowers bloom..."
"This is also a forbidden area in Caohai. The purpose of the existence of Luye Naga is to separate this place from Caohai. If one day the flowers bloom over Luye Naga and the snow drifts over the holy mountain, the entire Caohai will cease to exist."
When Li Luo closed his eyes, the snow and flowers in front of him seemed to be quite ordinary. There was no poison that could confuse people, and there was no danger of baring teeth and claws. It was just separated by a mountain. If what Ruang Sique said was true, maybe it was not just the sea of grass, but also the vast sea of grass.
Gan will not be spared.
Suddenly, Li Luo had a strange and uneasy thought in his heart. He took a long breath and asked slowly: "Is the coalition of Caohai tribes going south because of something unexpected happening here?"
Rang Sique glanced at Li Luo in surprise and said, "Why are you asking this? If I say yes, will you show mercy to General Caohai?"
Li Luo was silent for a while, then shook his head gently but firmly.
"That's it. Maybe no one is at fault in this war, or maybe everyone is at fault and the outcome cannot be changed. Why bother asking why."