sword sentient beings

Tang Zhao suddenly turned his head, but he didn't see the phantom of the huge fairy palace he had imagined on the skyline. Just when he was wondering, he saw a corner of the eaves protruding from among the gorgeous clouds.

Just a corner.

Under the reflection of the rays of the sun, the cornices are faintly golden, seeming to be made of crystal-clear glass, more luxurious than gold, more brilliant than jade, rich and elegant.

Although half-hidden, but somehow, everyone has imagined a gorgeous palace.

"Fly over, fly over!"

Black Widow muttered hurriedly.

Everyone thinks so, but the direction is only in the hands of that flower, and no one can be in a hurry.

Fortunately, the flowers are going to fly to the garden after all. In the anticipation of everyone, the flowers flicker and then go up, and see the whole picture of the eaves.

There is a pavilion on the cloud.

There is really only one pavilion.

It wasn't an enlarged cloud sea, only a small broken cloud with a radius of two to three feet.A small pavilion on the cloud looks like the whole body is made of wood. There is no extra wood paint, and it retains the color that the log should have. Only the tiles on the roof of the pavilion become shining under the reflection of the clouds.

I don't know if it is due to the psychological effects of everyone, but I just feel that this small pavilion is very beautifully built, no, it should be called art.

Although it is similar to the common pavilion painting style in the past, the details are more delicate, and the lines are extremely smooth and harmonious.If a drop of dew slides down from the roof of the pavilion, slides down the ridge and pillars and falls to the ground, the drop may not be broken yet.It stood there like a beauty, fresh, quiet and alive.

Beside the pavilion, there are several peonies, standing gracefully in the wind and dew.In front of the pavilion is a row of stone roads, extending out.

However, the stone road stretched out no more than two feet, and it suddenly broke at the end of the cloud.The gap was cut like a knife and an axe, and it stopped abruptly, leaving only countless room for imagination, allowing everyone to imagine that the original end of this stone road is the beautiful "five floors and twelve cities".

This is not Immortal City, this is a fragment of Immortal City broken, like a piece of broken ice falling from an iceberg, becoming an isolated island drifting in Qingming.

It not only reveals the tip of the iceberg of Xiancheng's prosperity, but also records the brokenness after that catastrophe.

"Ugh……"

Black Widow let out a sigh.I don't know whether I am lamenting the legendary disaster, or I am lamenting that I haven't found my goal yet, this erratic journey is far from the end.

But think about it better, since I saw the fragments, it means that the fairy city really exists, not just a piece of pale text in the pile of old papers, and it is not a dream bubble in everyone's imagination.

Tang Zhao thought of the Broken Domain. The Broken Domain was broken into pieces like this, and it became more and more fragmented. So far, I don’t know if there will be a day when it will be put together again.That Immortal City also came from the Sword Domain, and now it has been robbed like this. Is it the fate of these small worlds to be smashed?
This seems to indicate something in the dark.

Tang Zhao was secretly dissatisfied, he didn't like this powerless sense of fate sliding towards destruction, and always wanted to do something.

Probably because he felt that he had misunderstood the person, the white flower floated over the pavilion, and did not intend to come down to approach the pavilion.It seems that it is just taking everyone to visit a small miniature landscape.

At this time, Tang Zhao had a thought, held the silk thread in his hand, jumped down and landed beside the pavilion.

With such a pull, the strength increased, and the white flower immediately froze in the air, floating motionless.

Seeing him jumping off the pavilion suddenly, he must have looked for some clues. The Black Widow and the others paid attention at the same time. Yue Lai stood still, but the Black Widow wanted to follow him down.

This pavilion is completely unknown territory, who knows what dangers are left, as a swordsman, he can only say that he will do his best to protect himself, and the black widow should not come down to take risks.

The Shangguan swordsman at the top also wanted to come down, but his thumb was still locked, and he was powerless to think about it. He just looked at Tang Zhao intently, to see if he found something valuable or wanted to snatch it.

So only Baihu came down with Tang Zhao.

The white fox landed almost at the same time as Tang Zhao, and unlike Tang Zhao who watched cautiously from side to side, it ran into the pavilion on its own, jumped onto the fence, and said sadly, "Red Medicine Pavilion."

Tang Zhao looked up, but didn't see the plaque on the pavilion, thinking: red medicine, is it peony?It got its name because two peonies were planted in front of the pavilion?
He wanted to ask, but at this moment everyone above was staring at him, and it was inconvenient to talk to the white fox, so he just walked around inside and outside the pavilion, stopping every step to observe the details.

After walking around, he can only say: It's a real pavilion.

This pavilion looks just like the pavilions in the garden, and the stone path is also like the stone path in the courtyard. No matter it looks or feels nothing special, it is just smoother and more refined.

He has long known from books that every plant and tree in Immortal City is woven with silk thread. He even holds a silk thread in his hand. He knows the texture of its material, but he can't tell that the pavilion and the stone road are silk thread anyway. made.

You can't even see the pavilion, let alone the flowers.

Tang Zhao was about to look at the peony flowers when he saw the white fox leaning over and completely buried his face in the big flower plate.

Tang Zhao couldn't help but asked, "Is it a piranha flower?" This flower is alive, sucking it like a flytrap and sticking it?
The white fox raised his head, wondering: "How did you come up with it?" It was naturally unscathed, and said, "I just smell the fragrance."

When it said this, it 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 it didn't have the fragrance of peony, so he couldn't help feeling a little melancholy. In an instant, the bright and beautiful peony flower faded a lot in his heart, and he no longer had the feeling of "live color and fragrance" like flowers. .

But think about it, if it is a real flower, how can it bloom undefeated?Just like this pavilion, it has remained clean and elegant for many years. Although it is broken, there is no sign of dilapidation.These are all abandoning the laws of nature, revealing a "thief light" of fakes.

The white fox said regretfully: "In our Baiyujing, the birds have their singing and the flowers have their fragrance. It's just that the eldest sister and second sister are gone, so whether it's flowers or grass, it's not what it used to be."

Tang Zhao's heart moved when he heard it: Hearing what it said, are the two swordsmen and sword intentions attached to Bai Yujing about the sound and taste?This is a supplement.It seems that the Ruyi sword builds the world, and the other two swords add elements to make Bai Yujing closer to reality.

As for the white fox...

The white fox's sword is a bit idealistic. Tang Zhao guessed that it is probably responsible for making the people in it more trust in the scene, right?
Checking every inch in the pavilion, Tang Zhao was convinced that there was nothing to see here, and there were no useful clues, so he prepared to go back and continue drifting with some melancholy.

At this time, Baihu said sadly: "Take the Red Medicine Pavilion away, and we all go back to Baiyujing together."

Tang Zhao was a little surprised, thinking: Take it away, how can you take away such a big pavilion?It's fine to put it in a jar, but this is a fragment of the sword power of the fairy sword, I'm afraid I'll take it away rashly...

Wait, it's not impossible!
A thought arose, and Tang Zhao untied the silk thread tied around his wrist, and tied it directly to the pillar of the pavilion, so that the white flower kite and the red medicine pavilion were completely connected together.

He shocked everyone with such a move, Shangguan swordsman scolded: "Nonsense! No one can get away now..."

Suddenly, a soft light came from both ends of the silk thread at the same time. It was very weak but very agile. It flickered in the middle of the thread and then went out.

It's like the moment when two long-lost friends hold hands and say hello at the same time.

Then, the clouds below the pavilion moved.

The cloud was pulled by the silk thread hanging down from the flower, and floated up with the wind along with it.

It actually moved.

A flower moves a pavilion, just like an ant can pull a cart.It seemed so incongruous, but it actually happened.

At that moment, the white fox's eyes were a little moist, and he said, "The red medicine is coming with us. It turns out... everyone wants to go home."

Tang Zhao didn't know whether Baihu meant that the pavilion had a spirit, or it was just a rhetorical technique. Seeing the ratio of the white flowers and the pavilion, Tang Zhao suddenly felt moved, and said, "According to the proportion, the pavilion should be the one taking the initiative."

The white fox nodded and said: "The sword power of the same source is indeed the initiative of the pavilion. It can even disassemble the flowers into silk threads and turn them into a part of itself."

However, both the pavilion and the flower are unconscious, and they will not take the initiative to merge.I don't know if Meng Huazhou can be the owner of that flower. Anyway, Tingzi has nothing to do with Tang Zhao now, and he doesn't listen to him at all.

But even so, the pavilion is neutral, no more fragile than the silk thread under the white flower, and it is always better to move from someone else's home field to a third-party venue.

Tang Zhaoyang said: "Everyone, come down, what's the point of pulling the rope? It's better to rest in the pavilion."

Black Widow's eyes lit up, and she slipped off the silk thread first.

Among all the people, her cultivation base is weaker. She drifted in the air for a long time. Although she was not exhausted, she gradually felt uncomfortable, especially since she was not used to flying at high altitudes. In the scene where you imagine falling, why not come to a down-to-earth place?
Here, Yue Lai hesitated for a moment, and then slipped out. He was also tired. After all, it was very tempting to have a place to sit.

Tang Zhao glanced at the Shangguan swordsman, who glanced down coldly, then turned his head away.Tang Zhao didn't call him any more. Anyway, he was a self-proclaimed senior, so it was impossible for him to tell the big truth: "I'm hanging, I can't get down".

The three entered the pavilion and sat under the railing. Tang Zhao took out the pancakes and mutton soup in 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.

The 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, it was getting closer and closer to the Immortal City in the Clouds, and it was time to replenish energy.I still 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 rose straight up, and the Shangguan swordsman watched from above, his face sinking like water, his eyes filled with anger.

Below him, the white fox crouched 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 piece of green.

Night has come.