On the edge of the deep lake, you can see the lake reflecting the white moonlight.
Ge Sheng sat by the lake and watched people fishing.
The lake was originally frozen, but that didn't stop someone from digging a small gap and hanging a green bamboo fishing rod and a thin fishing line into the lake.
Qingzhu's fishing rod is held in a pair of old hands. The hands have fine wrinkles, but under the pale old skin, the muscles and bones are as full as the strongest teenager.
Ge Sheng watched this lake for a long time, to be precise.
Been looking here since he came in the afternoon.
Even now, when the bright moon in the middle of the night was about to pass over his head, he still didn't stop watching the old man fishing.
That is not a very beautiful picture. There are many beautiful pictures in this world, such as the holy lake with its reflections, the girl with a beautiful smile, the mother who lovingly ruffles your hair, and the heroic princess.
But the only exception is the old fishing man in front of me.
Ge Sheng looked at his motionless pole quietly. He was motionless, and he was also an old man.
He was originally so anxious, but now, he seemed to have forgotten everything.
Because it seemed like he forgot everything by being by this lake.
Despite watching for so long, this old man, who seemed to be very good at fishing, did not catch a single fish.
At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his hand, and felt that the slender fishing line was swung into the old man's hand. The old man carefully removed the bait and hook.
Ge Sheng said: "There is no hook."
The old man smiled and said, "If you think there is, then there is."
Saying this, he carefully picked off the non-existent bait that looked like it had been bitten off at the tip of his empty fishing line, and carefully removed the curved and shiny fishhook.
He is so focused that you can't doubt that there is really nothing in his hands that he wants to get rid of.
Ge Sheng watched him take off the hook, thoughtful and enlightened. At this moment, the old man raised his head after picking off the hook, smiled, and asked, "Who are you?"
Ge Sheng thought for a while and said, "My surname is Ge Mingsheng."
The old man laughed: "Then where are you from?"
Ge Sheng looked back at the night sky: "I came from Fengmian Villa over there."
The old man high-fived: "Then where are you going?"
Ge Sheng thought for a while and said, "I want to go to Lanyin City to save people."
The old man smiled, but didn't seem to smile, and said, "Then you are neither where you came from nor where you are going, so why are you lingering here?"
Ge Sheng said seriously: "I'm on my way."
The old man laughed again. He was such an old man, but he smiled like a lion: "Where is the way to go?"
Ge Sheng nodded: "The way forward."
The old man held the pole, hit Ge Sheng on the forehead, and said with a smile: "You can't teach a boy."
Ge Sheng stood up and turned around to leave.
The old man smiled behind Ge Sheng and said, "Where are you going?"
Ge Sheng replied: "Go where you want to go."
The old man said: "You are only going to die in vain, why should you go?"
Ge Sheng turned around and said seriously: "How would you know if you don't go?"
The old man laughed: "It is not wise to do something when you know what cannot be done."
Ge Sheng said seriously: "Doing something when you know it cannot be done is not wisdom. Doing it nevertheless is courageous."
The old man held his hands and laughed, almost sparkling tears escaping from his gray eyes. He laughed and stroked towards the icy lake with a smile.
Simple and casual, it's like picking a lotus flower from last night.
"You should imitate me and make a mark."
Ge Sheng looked in front of him.
He saw the entire lake beginning to separate on either side.
As the old man traced his fingers, the entire holy lake split straight apart along his fingers. In the middle was a crack that was four feet wide and countless feet deep. There was no end in sight, nor could the lake water return.
The moonlight shines through the cracks and slides down to the deepest point beyond the reach of the eye.
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It's midnight in Lanyin City.
This ancient city with a long history of thousands of years is now shrouded in the boundless night. The stars are shining brightly. Under the white fluorescence, this ancient city is deeply strange. It is obviously a beautiful city, if there is such a quiet city in reality. The silver-white city will inevitably become a grand scene in the mainland.
But at this moment, none of the three people still in the city really have the time to appreciate the beauty of this city of eternal night.
Because this is a city of death and silence.
Wandering here, apart from those white ghosts, only the cold starlight remains.
Living people are not welcome here.
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In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, the flames around him were reduced to a radius of one foot, otherwise the city would soon be burned to a white ground by him. Previously, it only took him a short moment to leave a radius of a hundred feet in this thousand-year-old city. huge vacuum.
"The realm of destruction that comes with disillusionment is really rogue." Qian Mo said as he walked aside, holding the Emperor Tian Ancient Sword: "It's just that it has the characteristic of burning other people's realms, but it can be superimposed with its own realm. The original emperor How."
The two were advancing towards the center of the city. They had just fought. In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, they had almost massacred more than a hundred besieging elites, leaving Dark Star no longer able to organize a strong resistance. However, despite this, Their speed was still very slow, and they seemed not to be worried about Princess Lanye's safety at all.
Because the truly powerful enemy has not yet appeared.
"How about we use it interchangeably?" Chun, the fourth year of Qingli Dynasty, suggested enthusiastically: "I also like Huangtian's ability to transform any magical attack and domain power."
"Very constructive suggestions, but what about the soul imprint?" Qian Mo answered seriously, obviously very interested in this proposal. "The emperor will definitely have a backlash in your hands, and are you sure I won't go crazy if I take the disillusionment?"
"Compared to a person owning two artifacts of this world, what does this danger mean?" He said cheerfully in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli:
"What did that girl Aoxuehua say to you that would make a person like you go through life and death to save that princess?"
"There is a beautiful princess who was kidnapped by an evil witch and is being locked up in an ancient and dangerous castle waiting for the prince who saves her." Qian Mo replied seriously: "The person who saves her will receive the princess's sincere love and kindness. Her whole kingdom.”
"What a beautiful fairy tale." She praised in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli: "Did she tell you that Her Royal Highness is actually only ten years old and doesn't even have breasts?"
"Actually, even if he told me, he would explain to me that it was due to the evil magic of the witch. As long as he hugs the princess and gives her a true kiss, she will turn into a stunning eighteen-year-old girl."
"Are you a fan of fairy tales?" Spring in the fourth year of Qingli smiled bitterly: "Has she ever imagined that a handsome blond prince would ride on a beautiful white pegasus to pick her up and take her to a grand ball?"
"A girl's mind is very strange." Qian Mo shrugged: "I really don't know if this is true or not."
Then he looked up at the sky and smiled: "I'll tell you, the witch has come to greet the prince?"
