"Do I have a gift? Can I exchange my song for something else? For example, cash, even some kind of snack is fine?" A certain Wo who was discovered by Lin Yun to have a sweet tooth and a full-female snitch style Ergiv said with a playful smile.
"People who have not received art education cannot realize that some songs are more valuable than gold..." Dailan shook his head slightly, as if he was despising Voljiv.
"And those who have spent their entire lives eating three meals a day and sleeping on silk sheets don't realize that sometimes a piece of bread is worth more than gold." Voldjiv retorted.
But Aranka ignored Voldjiv's nagging and continued singing.
Lin Yun shrugged slightly, and then stopped these guys' childish behavior, "Okay, respect it."
"Wouldn't it be better to just listen quietly?" Nero also frowned slightly.
Hunyuan on one side was also sitting on a chair on the other side, listening to the singing quietly. If he took out the suona here, it would be a little bit like ruining the place, so Hunyuan thought it would be good to close his eyes and listen. .
Aranka continued to chant, sounding very elegant, but it felt more like she was calling for something.
But at this moment, Sedum, no, I should say the black blade behind Sedum, Nightshade sang along with her.
Immediately afterwards, a ball of light flashed out from Jingtian's body, wrapping Jingtian in it.
When the music died down, Sedum found himself in a place that looked nothing like the ruins of Cannabry.
All this happened in the blink of an eye. He closed his eyes in one world, and when he opened them again, he was in another completely different world.
This new world was shrouded in a faint twilight, with beams of moonlight penetrating the darkness. Sedum stood in a shallow stream deep in the forest, with no one around.
No, no, at some point, standing next to him, a young and beautiful girl wearing a blue dress, with long black hair falling around her shoulders, looked so beautiful.
"You are..." Jingtian blinked.
"It's me, brother, I'm Nightshade." In surprise, with disbelief, and tears in her eyes, the girl suddenly threw herself on Jingtian.
Sedum, a weakling with only 10 points of strength, was caught off guard and almost fell to the ground.
"Dragon... Nightshade?" Sedum was a little confused.
Although according to his "setting", his black-edged magic sword does have a soul named Nightshade, but there is no setting that it will appear in such a situation.
"Yes, brother, it's me." Nightshade cried and smiled, leaning against Sedum.
"Uh, wait, wait, at this time, shouldn't you be aware of the surrounding situation?" Facing such a beautiful girl, leaning so close to him, it was like the real Sedum was facing him for the first time. Nightshade, so shy.
Then he quickly pushed Solanum kui away and said.
"Ah, I'm really sorry, brother, I'm too indifferent to the environment." Seeing Jingtian's straight behavior, Nightshade had a look of despair in her eyes, but she still said with a smile.
At this time, Sedum and Nightshade looked around. Garlands of strange climbing plants were wrapped around the trunk of the giant tree, and the vines hanging from the branches were woven into something that looked very much like a swing.
A carpet of fragrant grass sits at the base of the trees, dotted here and there with clumps of fluorescent moss and lichen.
On the riverbed where sedum and nightshade stand, there are scattered some strange pebbles with surfaces as smooth as mirrors.
These stones receive the light from the sky and become silvery, making this ordinary stream look like a dark stream carrying the starlight in the night.
Sedum was sure he had never been to this place, but it all felt so familiar.
This is not a manifestation of a dream or fantasy, but a special way of looking at the world that only children have.
When a glimmer of light reflected on glass becomes a falling star, when an oddly shaped stone can become a striking piece of art, when every shadow and twist in the path holds a secret or incredible adventure. . . . Just a glance at this forest stream brought this feeling back to me.
Sedum realizes this. . . .
The interesting winding stream runs through the silent forest, and Sedum takes a leisurely stroll along the stream.
This place brings a strange feeling. . . . No, it cannot be said to be peaceful, in fact it is quite the opposite. . . . It is a feeling of excitement, like looking forward to incredible discoveries or unexpected encounters.
However, seeing Sedum's behavior, Nightshade Nightshade screamed, "Brother."
However, Jingtian ignored it, and when Jingtian rounded the next bend, the unexpected encounter really happened.
The stream dotted with star stones gurgled away, and the swing began to move slowly, rising into the sky in an arc, and then descending steadily. What's behind the pleasure this simple pastime brings to mere mortals?
Is it the feeling of weightlessness, or the desire for freedom and flight? Whatever it was, Sedum soon realized that he was no longer alone.
Doubt buries whim, but it is also a shield against trickery.
Could this all be part of a cunning plan? If so, where is the mastermind?
. . . . They don't try to hide, but move closer, stepping lightly on the carpet of moss, jumping between branches, or dancing in the air.
These creatures are so bizarre that they seem to have been conceived to test the sanity of every taxonomist on the planet. One of them has flapping butterfly wings on its back, another has the tails of more than a dozen different animals, and the third has hair made of water, its feet are replaced by hooves, and its skin is covered with green clovers.
"We have guests," one of these strange creatures exclaimed.
Then, it immediately started running along the stream, splashing water that was silvered by the moonlight with every step.
"Where is this?" Jingtian came back to his senses a little and asked subconsciously.
"Don't you know where you are?" the creature asked in surprise, "There are breathtakingly beautiful planes in the universe, and there are also planes full of miracles and incredible things, but only the paradise is driven by the desire for beauty and the desire for beauty. Woven by the belief in miracles. You are now in it, in the most peaceful and wonderful corner of a free plane."
"...Then who are you?" Jingtian was silent for a moment, and then asked.
"Wait a minute, I won't let you hurt my brother." At this moment, Solanum Solanum rushed in and blocked Jingtian.
"Haha, don't worry, we won't hurt him. We are spirit envoys and sons of freedom." One of the creatures looked at Nightshade and just smiled, then said while hanging on the branch casually, "This The forest is our home...Today it is. Tomorrow our home may become a lake a hundred miles to the south, or an underground cave in the blue ocean, or a city of clouds that will dissipate in the dawn breeze."
"Then how did I get here?" Jingtian frowned slightly and looked around.
"We don't know how you got here," a creature with a dozen tails said with a smile, "Many mortals will never set foot in Elysium in their lifetime. But you have set foot here, what does that mean? You brought this here. Something deep within your soul. Without a spark of freedom, desire, and compassion in your soul, there is no way you would have found your way here."
"Freedom, desire, compassion?" Jingtian's eyes showed a trace of confusion.
The reason why he imitates Sedum is because he likes the mood of the Sword Immortal, who travels between heaven and earth for freedom and justice.
However, if it were just a swordsman, there would undoubtedly be many imitators.
For example, there is a guy who is dressed in all white but gets beaten all the time.
It can be said that he pretended to be the most handsome, but he received the most severe beatings.
but. . . . . That was too far away for him. He was just like the original Sedum, coveting petty gains and daydreaming every day, but now. . . . . It seems like the daydream has become a reality.
So, what brought him here.
Seeing Jingtian's thoughtful look, the creature with more than a dozen tails smiled and said, "Now that you have the answer, tell us... What do you want?"
"I want to go back, maybe they need me." Jingtian raised his head and said.
The creature with butterfly wings has remained silent so far. He took a serious look at the visitor and nodded to himself: "I smell the fire, blood and tears where you came from. They are all on your body. .”
"You don't want to turn a blind eye to the suffering of those you leave behind, and there is nothing wrong with that. None of us children of Elysium would do such a thing. Go back and become a champion against evil and strife. Your path is true. ." said the creature whose skin was covered with clover.
"But, do you want to take something from this place as a souvenir?" The creature with more than a dozen tails said with a smile.
The question hangs in the air waiting for an answer. Although what Sedum said next was just some words, not a spell or a military order, it seemed to have equally great significance to fate and life.
Sedum feels this way.
You can't go wrong.
That's one. . . . . Roads he had never seen before.
The spirit envoys came closer: "You have to bring this memory, bring this light. Bring with you the knowledge that every pebble reflecting moonlight can be compared with the stars. Bring this understanding: deep in your soul You will not be able to fight evil with cunning until you conquer it; and your soul will not be able to cleanse it of evil if it is not free. Take our song with you as well. Remember it, and it will help you too, but only if You haven’t turned your back on what brought you to this sky.”
