Fang Xiaoling was flying rapidly in the air, her mouth was almost blown out of proportion.
She was not riding a broom, but was holding onto the head of the broom with both hands and being carried around by it.
"Go south! Go south!" Fang Xiaoling shouted, but the broom seemed not to understand her instructions, and it turned left and right in circles, up and down.
"Stop!" She shouted again, and this time the broomstick could understand the command, and it suddenly hovered in the air and stopped moving.
"fly?"
The broom started scurrying around again...
About ten minutes later, Fang Xiaoling gradually mastered the method of controlling the broom, which is somewhat similar to a balance car. It determines the direction of travel based on the direction of the handle.
Fang Xiaoling sprayed [Red Lotus] flames from her feet, causing herself to fly a certain distance in the air, and then she sat on the broom. After swaying left and right a few times, she gradually stabilized.
"Hehe, as expected of me!" Fang Xiaoling's colorful twin tails were floating backwards, and she felt a coolness as she passed through the clouds.
She looked down at the green plain, where small streams meandered and intertwined, as beautiful as a picture scroll.
I remember when I first came to the Starlight Realm, it was still an endless desert as far as the eye could see.
There was no daylight in the astral realm at that time. Apart from the coldness in the air, there was an illusory campfire that could not actually bring warmth.
Everything will change with time. Fang Xiaoling thought in her heart, I have also had such a fantasy, that the spirits in the astral world can live in harmony and love each other, and each spirit can have a satisfactory residence.
But the result was an increasingly violent quarrel.
"Roland's fragments...Roland's world..." Fang Xiaoling pursed her lips and smiled. Thinking of the meeting in the real world, she felt mixed emotions in her heart. She murmured to herself, "It seems that my sister is indeed better suited than me. Where is the commander?"
The speed of the broom was very fast. In about half an hour, Fang Xiaoling saw Li Bai's poem from a distance - the flowing water fell three thousand feet, and it seemed that the Milky Way was falling from the sky.
The straight river below me divided the neatly arranged manors on both sides into parallel lines, with an almost endless end in sight.
"Huh...it seems like this is it." Fang Xiaoling pressed down with both hands, and the handle of the broom pointed near the river, sliding down like a shooting star.
When she was close to the ground, she raised the handle a little more and shouted: Stop!
The broom hovered about one meter above the ground.
Fang Xiaoling jumped down and the moment she let go of her hand, the broom immediately fell to the ground as if it had lost its magic power.
"This is really a good thing. It would be great if I could bring it back to the real world." Fang Xiaoling bent down to pick up the broom and wanted to put it into the storage space. Then she remembered that there was no place in the space and there were a lot of things she had brought back from the examination room. The bodies were not disposed of.
"Coming?" A woman's voice came from behind, "You're very diligent, why don't you come in first?"
Fang Xiaoling turned around and saw a bronze-skinned woman with yellow hair standing in front of the house, still busy with needlework, as if she was embroidering.
"Hahaha! The military advisor is really good at predicting events. After Li Kui finished reading "Water Margin", he was so angry that he immediately fell out with Song Jiang! It seems that our Shu Kingdom needs another tiger general!"
Hearing his voice before seeing him, a strong man of five big and three stout sizes pushed open the door and entered.
Seeing the embroidering woman standing at the door, he immediately stopped laughing and bowed politely.
Then he said to Fang Xiaoling: "Military advisor, when did you marry your second wife? Why didn't you tell us?"
"General Zhang misunderstood. I think it's the maid my wife found on the city's software yesterday." The man behind him was gentle and elegant, with a feather fan and silk scarf.
Fang Xiaoling recognized them as Zhuge Liang and Zhang Fei at a glance.
Looking back at the woman in front of the house, I could guess that it was Huang Yueying.
"You misunderstood, I'm not here to apply for a job." Fang Xiaoling was already riding on the broom ready to leave, "May I ask where Jung lives?"
"Wait a minute." Zhuge Liang raised his feather fan and frowned at her, "I watched the sky at night and knew that a noble person came to the house today. Dare I ask this girl's name?"
This reminded Fang Xiaoling that Zhuge Liang was a wise celebrity in history. Maybe asking him some things would be more useful than asking Jung?
"Answer me a question first, how can I return to the real world?"
"You are such a rude woman!" Zhang Fei glared and yelled, "My military advisor asked you, but you asked me the same question instead! What kind of behavior do you have?!"
"Hey~" Zhuge Liang blocked Zhang Fei with a fan, "It doesn't matter."
"Girl, please sit down and talk." Huang Yueying saw that Fang Xiaoling was in a hurry and would not go into the room to talk for a long time, so she brought a chair and placed it next to Fang Xiaoling. Since you are an honored guest, it doesn't matter whether the other person is sitting down or not. This is not considered a loss of etiquette.
"I didn't know that the Lord of Light was coming, but I missed him from afar, so please forgive me." Zhuge Liang bowed and said.
Zhang Fei opened his copper-bell-like eyes and wondered: "As for the military counselor, she looks much younger than the Lord of Light. How can you make such a conclusion?"
"Who else can come here from the real world, besides the Lord of Light?" Zhuge Liang slowly fanned his fan, moved to Fang Xiaoling, and said, "In today's world, there is peace on the outside and crisis on the inside. I can't predict what will happen. In the next year, all heroes will surely rise together, and wars and disputes will continue endlessly.
It may not be easy for the Light Master to return to the real world now. "
"Ah? Why?" Fang Xiaoling was stunned for a moment, "Since you know it's not easy, that means you must know how to go back?"
Zhuge Liang nodded slightly and asked: "When the Lord of Light came here, did he fall from the sky similar to the last time?"
"No, I just sat on the bench." Fang Xiaoling recalled, "It was night in the Starlight Realm, and I found that the stars had stopped flowing, but I was really sleepy, so I didn't think much and fell asleep."
"The Milky Way's cessation is a sign of reality; if it descends and sits firmly, it is suspected of inviting you to enter the urn." Zhuge Liang said calmly, "I'm sorry to be frank, but the Lord of Light's arrival this time may bring disaster."
"Oh, although it sounds reasonable, I don't understand what you are saying at all?" Fang Xiaoling looked at Zhang Fei anxiously, "Can you translate it for me?"
Zhang Fei stood blankly and said confidently: "I can't do it either!"
Huang Yueying took a step forward and explained: "It means that this world has gradually become physical, and the light master should no longer be able to come in with consciousness as before.
The reason why you came in so easily is because someone has specially reserved an exclusive passage for you. "
"Oh..." Fang Xiaoling nodded, "But that's normal, right? Maybe Jung and the others did this deliberately because they were worried that I wouldn't be able to get in?"
It’s just that they probably don’t know that I have an emergency in the real world, right? After all, the 18 hours here are only 1 minute in the real world. "
Zhuge Liang was silent for a moment and then asked: "May I ask the Lord of Light, how long have you been in this world?"
"I don't know the specifics." Fang Xiaoling scratched her ears, "About two hours?"
Zhuge Liang continued to ask: "How long is the time limit for the urgent matter that the Lord of Light has to do in the real world?"
"Uh... it's about two hours too? Ahem -" Fang Xiaoling's throat was still very uncomfortable. She coughed a few times and continued, "But those are two hours in the real world. I still have some time left in the astral world. That’s a lot of time.”
"Lord of Light, this is not the case." Zhuge Liang said seriously, "As far as I know, the time in today's world and the real world you are in are passing at a completely synchronized speed."
(End of chapter)
