Tang Zhao suddenly turned around, but did not see the huge phantom of the Immortal Palace in his imagination on the skyline. Just as he was confused, he saw a corner of the cornice exposed among the gorgeous clouds.
Just a corner.
Under the reflection of the rays of the sun, the cornices are a pale golden color, as if they are made of crystal clear glass. They are more luxurious than gold, more brilliant than jade, rich and elegant.
Although it was half-hidden, everyone had somehow imagined a gorgeous palace.
"Fly over, fly over quickly!"
Black Widow screamed urgently.
Everyone thinks so, but the direction is only controlled by the flower, and no one can be in a hurry.
Fortunately, the flowers will eventually fly to the garden. As everyone is eagerly looking forward to it, the flowers flicker up again and see the full view of the eaves.
There is a pavilion on the clouds.
There is really only one pavilion.
It was not an enlarged sea of clouds, only a small broken cloud two to three feet in diameter. There is a small pavilion on the cloud that seems to be made entirely of wood. There is no extra wood paint and it retains the color that the original wood should have. Only the tiles on the top of the pavilion become shining under the reflection of the clouds.
I don’t know if it’s because of people’s psychology, but I just feel that this small pavilion is very beautifully built. No, it should be said to be art.
Although it is similar to the common pavilion painting style in the past, the details are more exquisite, the lines are extremely smooth and harmonious. If a drop of dew slipped from the top of the pavilion, slid down the roof and pillars and landed on the ground, the drop would probably not break. It stands there like a beauty, fresh, quiet and alive.
Next to the pavilion, there are several peony plants, standing gracefully in the wind and carrying dew. In front of the pavilion is a line of stone paths extending out.
However, the stone road extended no more than two feet and suddenly broke off at the end of the cloud. The crack ended abruptly like a knife and an axe, leaving only countless room for imagination, allowing everyone to imagine that the end of this stone road was the beautiful "Twelve Cities on Five Floors".
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This is not the fairy city, this is a fragment of the fairy city that has broken off, like a piece of broken ice falling from the iceberg, becoming an isolated island drifting in Qingming.
It not only reveals the tip of the iceberg of the prosperous fairy city, but also records the brokenness after the disaster.
"well……"
Black Widow let out a sigh. I don’t know whether he is sighing about the legendary disaster or sighing that he has not yet found his goal. This uncertain journey is far from the end.
But thinking about it on the bright side, since I have seen the fragments, it means that the fairy city really exists, and is not just a pale text in a pile of old papers, nor is it a fantasy that everyone imagined.
Tang Zhao thought of the Shattered Realm. The Shattered Realm was broken into pieces like this, and became more and more broken. It is unknown whether it will be put back together one day. That fairy city also came from the Sword Realm, and now it has been robbed like this. Is it the fate of these small worlds to be crushed?
This seems to indicate something in the dark.
Tang Zhao was vaguely dissatisfied. He didn't like this sense of fate that was powerlessly sliding towards destruction, and he always wanted to do something.
Probably because he felt that he had recognized the wrong person, the white flowers floated over the pavilion without any intention of approaching the pavilion. It seems to be just taking everyone to visit a small miniature landscape.
At this time, Tang Zhao had a thought in his mind, held the silk thread in his hand, jumped down, and landed next to the pavilion.
When he pulled it like this, the strength increased, and the white flower immediately stagnated in the air and floated motionless.
Seeing him suddenly jumping off the pavilion, presumably to search for clues, Black Widow and others paid attention at the same time. Yue Lai stood still, but Black Widow wanted to follow him down. Tang Zhao hurriedly waved his hand to signal her not to move either.
This pavilion is completely unknown territory. Who knows what dangers will remain. As a swordsman, he can only try his best to protect himself. Black Widow should not come down and take risks.
The Shangguan swordsman at the top also wanted to come down, but his thumb was still locked, and he was powerless even if he wanted to come down. He just looked at Tang Zhao intently, to see if he had found something valuable or wanted to rob it.
So the only one who came down with Tang Zhao was the white fox.
The white fox landed almost at the same time as Tang Zhao. Unlike Tang Zhao, who was watching carefully from left to right, it ran into the pavilion on its own, jumped on the fence, and said sadly: "The Red Medicine Pavilion."
Tang Zhao looked up and saw no plaque on the pavilion. He thought to himself: The red medicine is peony? It got its name because there were two peonies planted in front of the pavilion?
He wanted to ask, but at this time everyone above was staring at him, and it was inconvenient to talk to Baihu Xukong. He could only walk around inside and outside the pavilion, stopping every step to observe the details.
After walking around, he could only say: This is a real pavilion.
This pavilion looks like those in the garden, and the stone pavement is also like the stone pavement in the courtyard. It doesn't look or feel anything special, it's just smoother and more refined.
He had long known from the book that every plant and tree in the fairy city was woven with silk thread. He even held a silk thread in his hand. He knew the material and feel of the material, but he could not tell that the pavilion and the stone road were made of silk thread. made.
You can't even see the pavilion, let alone the flowers.
Tang Zhao was about to take a look at the peony flowers when he saw the white fox approaching and burying his face completely in the big flower plate.
Tang Zhao couldn't help but asked: "Is it a piranha?" This flower is alive, and it sucks it like a Venus flytrap and sticks to it?
The white fox raised its head and asked doubtfully: "How did you come up with it?" It was naturally unscathed and said, "I just smelled the fragrance."
What it said aroused Tang Zhao's interest. After all, these things are fake, and so are the flowers. Does such a vivid peony have a fragrance?
He also leaned over to smell it, but there was no fragrance of peony, which made him feel slightly melancholy. For a moment, the bright peony flower faded a lot in his heart, and there was no longer the "lively and fragrant" feeling of flowers. .
But think about it, if it were a real flower, how could it bloom forever? Just like this pavilion, it has remained clean and elegant for many years. Although it is broken, there is no trace of dilapidation. This all abandons the laws of nature and gives off the "ghost light" of fakes.
Bai Hu said regretfully: "In our Baiyujing, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, but the eldest and second sisters are gone, so the flowers and grass are no longer what they used to be."
Tang Zhao felt secretly moved in his heart when he heard it: Hearing it say this, are Bai Yujing's two subordinate swordsmen's swordsmanship about sound and taste? This is quite a supplement. It seems that the Ruyi Sword builds the world, and the other two swords add elements, which together bring Bai Yujing closer to reality.
As for the white fox...
The sword of the white fox is a bit idealistic. Tang Zhao guessed that it is probably responsible for making the people in it trust the scene more, right?
After checking every inch of the pavilion, Tang Zhao was convinced that there was nothing to see here and there were no useful clues. He was a little melancholy and prepared to go back and continue drifting.
At this time, Bai Hu said sadly: "Take Hong Yaoting away, and let's go back to Bai Yujing together."
Tang Zhao was a little surprised and thought: How can we take away such a big pavilion? It's okay to put it in a jar, but this is a fragment of the sword's power. I'm afraid if you take it away rashly...
Wait, it’s not impossible!
An idea came to mind, and Tang Zhao untied the silk thread tied around his wrist and tied it directly to the pavilion pillar, completely connecting the white flower kite and the red medicine pavilion.
His move shocked everyone, and Shangguan Swordsman scolded: "Nonsense! No one can leave now..."
Suddenly, a soft light came from both ends of the silk thread at the same time. It was very weak, but very smart. It flickered in the middle of the silk thread and then went out.
It was like two long-lost friends holding hands and saying hello at the same time.
Then, the clouds under the pavilion started to move.
The clouds were pulled by the silk thread hanging from the flower, and floated with it in the wind.
It actually started to move.
A flower pulls a pavilion, just like an ant pulls a cart. It seems so incongruous, but it actually happened.
At that moment, Bai Hu's eyes were a little moist and he said, "Hongyao is coming with us. It turns out... everyone wants to go home."
Tang Zhao didn't know if Bai Hu meant that the pavilion was spiritual, or if it was just a rhetorical technique. Looking at the proportion of the white flowers and the pavilion, his heart suddenly moved and he said: "According to the proportion, the pavilion should be taking the initiative."
The white fox nodded and said: "The sword power of the same source is indeed the initiative here in the pavilion. It can even break the flowers into threads and turn them into a part of themselves."
However, the pavilion and the flowers are unconscious and will not take the initiative to merge. I wonder if Meng Huazhou can be the owner of that flower. Anyway, Tingzi has nothing to do with Tang Zhao now and won't listen to him at all.
But even so, the pavilion is neutral and no more fragile than the threads under the white flowers. It is always better to move it from someone else's home to a third-party venue.
Tang Zhao raised his voice and said: "Everyone, come down. What's the point of holding on to the rope? Why not take a rest in the pavilion."
Black Widow's eyes lit up and she immediately slipped off the silk thread.
Among all the people, her cultivation level was worse. She drifted in the air for a long time. Although she was not exhausted, she gradually felt uncomfortable, especially because she was not used to flying at high altitudes. She felt dizzy when she looked down, and several times she could not help but think in her mind. If you imagine the scene of falling, why not come to a place where you can have your feet on the ground?
Yue Lai hesitated for a moment, and then stopped. He was also tired. After all, having a place to sit was very tempting.
Tang Zhao glanced at the Shangguan swordsman. The swordsman glanced down coldly and then ignored him. Tang Zhao stopped calling him. Anyway, he claimed to be a senior, so it was impossible for him to tell the truth: "I'm hanging and can't get down."
The three of them entered the pavilion and sat under the railing. Tang Zhao took out the big cakes and mutton soup from the jars and distributed them to several people. The flatbread is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the mutton soup is steaming hot.
Black Widow naturally took it and ate it unceremoniously. Yue Lai hesitated for a moment, then took the cake and ate it.
At this time, we are getting closer and closer to Yunzhong Fairy City, and it is time to replenish energy. I don’t know where to eat my next meal. Tang Zhao himself also ate a lot.
The three of them sat around eating and drinking, the aroma and heat rising upwards. Shangguan Swordsman looked at them from above, his face as heavy as water, his eyes filled with anger.
Below him, a white fox squatted on the top of the pavilion, turning its head to look at the sky.
In the sky, the morning glow gradually dissipated, leaving only a blue sky.
Night has fallen.
