When the rays of bright clouds in the western sky reached the Jiazi Zhengying ruins, they had already lost their splendor and magnificence, and became gloomy and gloomy. The cold night wind began to flow, with a whimpering sound, and Ling Ling's face was pale. Shi Le stood between the broken walls and broken tiles, and slowly opened her peach-like eyes, which became dull in the haze, and a murmur-like voice gently floated out of her lips: "Did I do something crazy?" ?”
There was no response to the voice. The owner of the lamb had already left the ruins and walked eastward with a long slanting shadow.
After leaving the city, passing through Tonglin, and climbing over the Oko Mountain Ridge, after more than ten days of trekking, Manghuang City appeared in front of us as expected, dilapidated like ruins under the gloomy sky.
This city, which is less than 300 miles away from Manrengoulian, is the closest stop to Manrengoulian on Wuma Xi’s itinerary. After leaving this city, follow the Wanyi Avenue all the way east, which will lead to Manrengoulian. Completely left behind.
But the path Wuma Xi longed for most was to go northwest along Zhuangzhou Road in the north of the city. At the end of that road, five hundred miles away from Manghuang City, there was a place Wuma Xi wanted to go to very much - Red gravel plain.
Gao Qianhu had made several simple sketches before his death. In the past few days, when Wu Maxi was reading the "Picture of Tianshu", he found the same lines. What those lines outlined was Chi Liyuan. Gao Qianhu finally left a profound point in the center of the map. Wu Maxi believed that there must be some secret hidden in that point, and Gao Qianhu was unwilling to bring the secret underground.
In addition, there is another reason why Wu Maxi wants to go there. Taiyin once left footprints there, very deep footprints. Thirty years ago, Taiyin once slapped the Daxing Palace there hard. a slap.
Wu Maxi stood on the last ups and downs of Oko Mountain Ridge. The screams of flying dragons came from the sky covered with lead clouds. His eyes followed the sound and landed on the two flying knights, as the flying knights moved slowly. .
"Daxing Palace." There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
Carrying the two lives of Daxingdian on his back, this made it impossible for him to travel casually in the northwest. In addition to changing his appearance and concealing his presence, he had to leave the northwest and enter the Central Plains as soon as possible before the big manhunt of Daxingdian came. , and the trip to Chishihara can only be left for next time.
Wu Maxi withdrew her gaze and walked down the last high point with heavy steps.
Although the tall city walls of Manghuang City are still surviving in the years, their functions have long been in name only. Countless ropes hang from the city walls. These are simple passages built by the people in the city. Hold on to the rope and walk up and down the city wall like a gecko.
The place Wuma Xi chose to enter the city was at the southwest corner of the city wall. Perhaps because of the narrow road between enemies, she unexpectedly met Yue Qian with a shovel beard thousands of miles away.
The two were less than ten meters apart, each pulling a rope.
Yue Qian stared at his enemy angrily, obviously intending to compete.
"One, two, hey... you, you..."
Wu Ma Xi had already left in response to the order. Yue Qian didn't care and quickly accelerated his hand. Unfortunately, before he climbed halfway, the unruly boy was already standing on the city wall, heading towards his rope. Approaching, Yue Gan shouted anxiously: "Don't chop, brother, don't chop."
Fortunately, the boy turned around and went down the city wall halfway. By the time Yue Gan climbed up the city wall with trembling hands and feet, he could no longer see his back. Yue Gan stood on the city wall and felt a chill running down his spine.
He said to himself: "If I had known that boy was not particular, he would still give a shit."
After all, it is the central town in the northwest region. Manghuang, which looks shabby on the outside, has a prosperous interior. Due to the gloomy weather, it gets dark earlier than usual. Before six o'clock, the streets are already very dark, with various people on both sides of the streets.
The ambient lights gradually light up, decorating the entire street like a dream.
Signboards in the Northwest are usually not very detailed, but they are extremely grand and cover a large area. Often a storefront, except for the doors and windows, is entirely covered in signs, as was the case with the inn where Wuma Xi stayed.
The full name of the inn is Yunlou, and the two-character signboard was spread out to more than ten meters by the store, spanning the entire store, just in line with the left and right signboards, thus forming a more grand sign: The best fragrance in the world, Yunlou
Salted duck Zhang.
Wu Maxi, cleansed from his travel dust, sat on the floor, with a six-page painting with a complicated composition spread out in front of him, which was taken from Yue Bracelet's "Fox Shadow in Qingqiu".
In addition to traveling these days, Wu Maxi spent most of her time studying this wonderful artistic conception.
As far as the structure of the artistic conception is concerned, "Fox Shadow in Qingqiu" belongs to the elegant and gorgeous type. It is not as dreamy and romantic as "Whisper of Fireflies on a Summer Night", is not as rigorous and harsh as "The Curse of the Corpse", and is not as rough and unreasonable as "The Waking of Insect".
There is no self-control and forbearance in the artistic conception of Ziji. Its structure has a goddess-like charm, but it also reveals a bit of agility and playfulness at the top of the arc. All in all, this is an artistic conception with a very obvious feminine style.
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What's interesting is that from a principle analysis, this is obviously a shape-controlling artistic conception that is blessed on the body. However, the structure of this artistic conception is not suitable for the use of red, orange, and yellow spiritual power. Instead, it is more suitable for blue spiritual power, especially
Sky blue color is most suitable.
Such an awkward artistic conception rarely appears after the three points of the mainland.
Wu Maxi only wanted to learn the beauty of this artistic conception and had no plans to get involved for the time being.
At the third watch of the night, Wu Maxi put away the drawings, checked the formations arranged in the room, and began his daily practice.
Early the next morning, Wu Maxi sat on the third floor of Yunlou to have breakfast.
There were about a dozen guests upstairs, but they all seemed to be lazily awake, and few of them spoke.
It was still very gloomy outside. After a night of accumulation, the clouds became much heavier, weighing heavily on the sky and making people feel tight and tight.
A clear cry came from the top floor of the nearby Shenxian Residence, and two flying dragons spread their wings and flew towards the dull sky.
"Get off!"
There was a loud roar like a thunderbolt, and even the dark clouds in the sky began to roll violently.
The two flying dragons instantly lost the ability to move, fell straight from the sky, and fell behind the intersecting eaves.
Wu Ma Xi pressed her heart, which was beating uneasily, and stared blankly at the top floor of Shenxian Residence, with a bit of fear in her eyes.
The few guests upstairs all raised their heads and looked at each other, their faces pale and frightened.
"Oh my God! Whose baby is this with such a loud voice?" The fat man with a round figure held a pink handkerchief embroidered with golden peonies and wiped the assorted porridge on his face with a shiver.
"Whose baby? The one who repairs the family!" A shriveled old man with a goatee said to the ground.
The tiger roars and the sky collapses in Naxiu!
Although not many of the people upstairs have heard the roar of the tiger and the sky collapsing with their own ears, who has not heard of the reputation of the cultivator who is said to be able to roar down the capital of heaven? Everyone's face changed, or they were excited, or
It's all about being frightened or pretending to be calm.
A big man with a lion's nose stretched his bare right arm out of the window, and a drop of cold rainwater hit his palm. Then a hole seemed to have been pierced in the heavy and dull sky, and heavy rain poured down, instantly blurring everyone's vision.
The diners upstairs finally became energetic. Two anxious ones jumped out of the window and jumped from the third floor. They braved the rain and jumped towards the direction of Shenxianju. They braved the wind and rain, and the bustle looked quite heroic. The rest of them looked very heroic.
The diners quickly gathered near the window, looking at the heavy rain outside, and eloquently set up the Tianmen Formation.
"It's so fucking roaring that the sky is collapsing. All the rain that couldn't fall came down at once." The big man with the lion's nose took back his wet arm and raised his thumb in praise.
A tall and thin man next to him continued with lingering fear: "That's right, this voice is so fierce that my heart almost screamed out."
Everyone nearby agreed, and a short man with a tumor at the corner of his eye said: "I dare not let go of my hand on my chest."
"I have never seen the world." The wizened old man slowly took a sip of Xuan Xuan juice and said disdainfully: "Is this going to be a disaster? Not even close."
"What if this isn't a collapse of the sky?" The dwarf looked at the old man with curiosity on his face, and the tumors at the corners of his eyes twitched with his eyelids.
"If you really hear the tiger roaring and the sky collapsing, it would be strange if you could stand." The wizened old man looked like a master.
"Senior, have you ever heard of a real tiger roaring and the sky collapsing?" the dwarf asked.
"I have really heard of it." The wizened old man spoke very leisurely and slowly, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter, but his pride could not be concealed from the corners of his brows and eyes.
The lion-nosed man was curious at heart and pretended to be disdainful, saying: "Tsk, I've also seen Ge Sihong fighting toads."
According to legend, what Ge Sihong, the dean of the White Elephant Academy, likes to do most is to watch toads fight. Cartoonists on the Tianshu Continent have created nearly a hundred cartoons based on this theme. The dean’s expression in the picture is
All kinds of vulgarity can be said to be a model of disrespect for the elderly.
However, the scene of the dean's toad fight only exists in legends, and the mainstream views in both the realm of spiritual cultivation and the secular world believe that this is nonsense, just as nonsense as the legend of Jian Shuangcheng falling in love with Shi Qinglan.
"Young man, I have eaten more salt than you have eaten. How dare you show off in front of me just by provoking generals?" The method of provoking generals is between conspiracy and conspiracy. It tests people's mentality, not their knowledge.
If you wear it, you won't be fooled. The wizened old man was obviously angered, but he just refused to admit it.
"cut!"
This brief word caused the old man's only restraint to fall instantly. His pupils widened several times and he said: "Hmph! What do you know, junior? Have you heard of the wedding of Lord Tiger twenty-five years ago? Humph!"
"Bingcheng wedding?" The lion-nosed man's eyes were immediately attracted.
"Hey, you actually know about the wedding in Bingcheng?" The old man also sounded a little surprised.
The other people were a little confused and asked one after another: "What is a Bingcheng wedding?"
The lion-nosed man shrugged and said, "It's a wedding held in Bing City."
Everyone was very dissatisfied, turned their heads one after another, and asked the old man questions, and all kinds of flattering words came out.
The old man had a smile on his face. He raised his head and looked at the Immortal Palace outside the window. He picked up the bowl and took a sip of xuanjiang juice. He said: "You don't need to know the specifics. The real roar of a tiger and the collapse of the sky, with one gulp, can be as big as a mountain."
It's like it's pressing down on my body, I can't even breathe out, every muscle in my body is beating, and what's flowing out of my hair is not sweat, but blood. As for this throat, it's that tiger's roar, yes, when it comes to the collapse of the sky,
That’s not necessarily the case.”
"Isn't the tiger roaring and the sky collapsing?" The short man's face was full of disappointment.
"Of course not!" The old man drank the xuan pulp in the bowl in one gulp, with a look of pride and heroism on his face, "Only the Tiger God can roar the real tiger roar and the sky collapses. Since the Tiger God twenty years ago
When I entered the chaotic realm, the roar of the tiger and the collapse of the sky would have long been my last song."dd