The three of them hurried out of the sea again, as if God really gave Mu Ziyun a chance through Tanxi Temple to meet Hao Han again.
The waves were pushing them away from "Huzhou". Mu Ziyun leaned against the jar and asked, "What direction is this?"
"To the east, we set out from the east coast of Huzhou." A white seagull fell next to Lingdang's hand. Lingdang reached out to touch it. It was not afraid, but was enjoying it.
"East" Mu Ziyun found familiar words from the boat docked in his memory, "The Qingshan Peak is in the south of Huzhou, why should I go to the sea from the east?"
"Where is the south? It's just a little south." Ling Dang turned around and replied, "Are you talking about your hometown?"
"Well, I remember that Huzi and I went to the sea from the east of our hometown. It was originally from the south, but for some reason, we went to the east, which is a land of thorns."
Kite came closer and said, "That is to say, the person you forgot is to the east of your hometown."
"Impossible. To the east is the Bailian Weapon Road. It was destroyed during the war and it is deserted." Mu Ziyun's headache became weaker and weaker. He grinned and said with a smile: "That's all, it's only for a while. I won’t be able to go back soon, so it doesn’t matter whether I remember it or not.”
The kite sighed, looked up at the sea and said, "Look, the wind is picking up."
The little seagull next to the bell flew into the sky and followed its companion, leaning on the wind and gliding above the waves.
Suddenly, the harps and harps sang harmoniously on the sea, and the three of them suddenly stood up. The music only played for more than twenty breaths before it stopped, and then a flute sounded, and the beautiful melody spread in the ears. When it opens, it is melodious and low-pitched, making people's hearts flutter.
The sound of this flute has to be admired as the sound of nature. The hearts that are nestled together, no matter how many thousands of miles apart, will gradually take shape, leading the trajectory of people's thoughts, slowly becoming clear.
A layer of mist mysteriously fell in front of them, and a large ship emerged from the mist. The bow of the ship was ten times higher than the ship made by the three of them. In other words, it couldn't be considered a ship at all. It should be a ship. Mountain.
The big ship sided their boat and sailed slowly. The three of them saw a girl at the same time. She seemed to be a flower fairy. Her skin was like porcelain, her lips were like cherry blossoms, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her face was like a bamboo, and her face was dotted with petals. She is sitting on the outer edge of the boat in a long white dress, with her right hand lightly pressing on the edge of the boat, her body leaning slightly to the right, and her legs naturally folded, giving a wonderful charm, while her left hand is "flying" Dance." Wisps of thin smoke drifted out from her fingertips. It turned out that the mist came with her.
As we got closer, the ship also looked strange. It turns out that this ship has a bow. Behind the bow are countless flying flowers and leaves, which are gently contained by the smoke-like mist. The ship, fairies, petals, and smoke are so picturesque that they make people mesmerized. .
Ling Dang looked at the fairy, then suddenly turned back and looked at the kite again. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak, because the fairy's face was exactly the same as that of the kite, but she could immediately tell the difference. The kite was beautiful, but it had no fairy spirit. She is not a beautiful woman, and the person sitting high on the fairy boat in front of her looks like a fairy who has been banished to the mortal world. Compared with it, the bell is nothing.
Kite still had some sense. She felt her own aura from the psychedelic "painting". Although it was false, it could make illusions come true.
The one who couldn't calm down his heart the most was Mu Ziyun. He seemed lost, his body floating, as if he had turned into a wisp of smoke in the fairy's hand, quietly brushing through her silk, turning to the jade hand on the boat wood, and sinking into it. That dress with petals stuck to it.
The fairy seems to only wish for Mu Ziyun, she is too similar to the kite, or in other words, it is the kite, the fairy kite.
A cherry blossom petal fell on the tip of Mu Ziyun's nose. Mu Ziyun stretched out his hand to take it off. The fairy smiled, and there seemed to be the starry sky, sun and moon in her eyes. Mu Ziyun picked up the petal and said absentmindedly: "Wish? My wish? "
"Xiaomu!" Lingdang saw that something was wrong with Muziyun's expression, and hurriedly grabbed his arm, shook it and said, "Are you under a spell?"
Mu Ziyun ignored the bell and was in a daze, not knowing what to say to himself.
The fairy pointed forward with her left hand, and saw a gap in the smoke on the sea. The boat swam towards it inexplicably. The fairy accompanied her in the big boat, but did not enter the mist. gap.
When entering the gap, white feathers sparsely fell from the smoke and sprinkled on the people. Mu Ziyun picked up a white feather stuck to his chest, trembled suddenly, raised his head and looked to the side, only to see that On the big boat that was about to disappear, in addition to the smiling fairy holding a flower, there was also a girl standing with a sword at her waist. She also held a white feather in both hands, but the white feather in Mu Ziyun's hand disappeared at some point. .
Bell and Kite did not see the girl, but Mu Ziyun raised the corners of his eyes slightly, half-smiling, and muttered to himself: "Wanmin, I remember you."
The girl just held Bai Yu in her arms, looked at Mu Ziyun shyly, and hurriedly lowered her head. There were thousands of amorous feelings in her eyebrows, which made Mu Ziyun a little crazy. How could this be Wan Min, but he couldn't help himself. To like and love, it is more like the temperament of a little matchmaker, but it is Wanmin.
Behind the tavern, there is a yard full of flowers and plants. A child of four or five years old is watering the flowers with a kettle. He happily sprinkles the water all over the ground, in the gaps in the yellow soil. , a small stream flowed out, and the child heard the sound of a flute, like the lullaby his mother sang to him at night, and he suddenly dozed off. A petal fell on his shoulder, and he raised his head cutely. Turning around, a big boat appeared in the yard and on the creek.
(End of Volume 2)
Nan Jue's words: The second volume of "We Sing and He Appears" has officially ended. Some people may think that the pace is very fast and the ending is sudden, but the second volume actually ends at the end of Guanglang Liuli Island, that is, "Inverted" "Seawater" (151), it should be over. Delaying it for a long time has caused many shortcomings in the story. The end of one volume is essentially the liberation of Nanjue's narrative language, allowing the story to be presented in a richer way.
The story of the third volume must be narrated with great detail and color. Nan Jue used more than fifty chapters to write about the Guatan clan, the seventeen heavenly palace battles, and the dark forces. This is far from enough. Even Nan Jue wrote about it. I feel a little regretful, I should have finished the second volume earlier. In this way, the story of the seventeen Tiangong fighting stages becomes a little less interesting.
It is precisely because they are sandwiched between the second and third volumes that some people and some plots cannot be perfectly reflected. The hasty disappearance of the two brothers Zhuan Wangxu is indeed a helpless and hasty failure. Nan Jue tried to move the plot quickly to the Seventeen Tiangong Fights, so he did not do a good job. After all, the Tiangong Fights here are a big story carefully constructed by Nan Jue, and it is also a milestone in the Yin Yang Stone story. Before and after, It's all a different world.
Nan Jue has been writing for so long. He thinks and does everything by himself. It’s very tiring, but he can’t give up. Nan Jue will revise the content of the first volume to make it richer or more concise, but the special series of the Legend of Beast Gods is not over yet, at least there are Eighteen chapters, now I have written about Mu Ziyun’s cowardice, Wang Xiang’s loneliness and the desire to fly a kite. Each protagonist will have a different inner world. They are not perfect, and even a little ugly, but this is the most true. of them.
On the first day of writing a book, I have to be responsible for the story to the end. It is difficult for a thousand people to have a thousand appearances and characteristics; out of eighteen stories, eighteen must be either touching or shocking. Earth-shaking or sad allusions, they are all wonderful, I forgive Nan Jue for not being able to narrate them perfectly.
Volume Two, Goodbye, Next Volume: "Destined"
We are destined to meet again.
