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"There is a request."

When the smoke from Yu Qi's mouth sprayed to the top of the arch bridge, it seemed to encounter an invisible plane, and spread out in a circular shape.

"Frankly speaking, I am not willing to believe that the result of so many years of hard work will be that Poglerich said lightly that there is no hope."

"The cooperation between the Special Patrol Office and the church has its own ambitions, but every time there is a large-scale pollution indicator, we have successfully divided it..."

"The Pleasure Listening Club dedicated to the 'Red Pond' has indeed become more active in recent years, but it has always been a secret organization hiding in the dark..."

"Among the aesthetic trends in recent years, the pursuit of greed, pleasure and sex is indeed on the rise, but the public will still be moved to tears by the depth and longing in Miss Nightingale's singing..."

"Even though the nine gardens have fallen into confusion one after another, and the nectar of never-withered flowers and the gift of products have been declining all the way, but this is still the southern country full of enthusiasm, and it is still the land of rich dreams with bright sunshine, blue sea and blue sky, and abundant flowers..."

"Some people feel that the change of the previous night is ominous, but I don't think so. The resurgence of the bouquet and the gathering of the never-withered nectar are obviously the will of the 'Fragrant Poet' at work...Midsummer is the season that is close to the answer. Mister is indeed 'unrestricted', the temple is looking forward to your visit to that garden..."

"There are also some risks. For ordinary people, there may be 'red pool' pollution ahead, but your mysterious attainments are not inferior to art, and you have created this year's poet laureate and famous singer. In spirituality, I will definitely attract the personal attention and protection of the "Fragrant Poet". The church really wants to listen to his personal teaching again, and you will also gain a lot of revelation, which is more beneficial than me revealing the secret of the apostles for you ..."

"You know, the church is definitely the group that least expects Scheler to have an accident...Of course, the decision is up to you."

The pale golden curly hair fluttered in the summer wind, and the old man's words were sincere.

He saw Scheler staring at the scenery on the other side of the arch bridge without saying a word, and repeated a lot, emphasizing sincerity, risk judgment, and pros and cons analysis. He knew that Scheler was not only a smart person, but also an artist who paid attention to temperament and fate. Therefore, there is no concealment of key information, nor blind resort to bitterness.

"The sage said that he hopes to listen to the personal teaching of the 'Fanghui Poet' again. So, if you can achieve your wish, what exactly are you hoping for?"

Fanning asked a series of questions.

"Hope he can teach a way to restore the garden?"

"Hope that 'Red Pond' will fall into silence?"

"I hope that the products in the southern country will be as rich and prosperous as before?"

With the palm of his hand, Yi Jia gently stroked the smooth fruits that were knotted among the branches of the garden:

"Instructions, personal instructions, just a few words are enough."

"I have to say a specific hope. In a more fortunate situation, I really hope that He can point out a way for the temple to gradually restore to the past..."

"In the second-class situation, I hope He can teach the temple how to minimize the damage to the southern kingdom after the 'Red Pond' descends, so that the people will suffer less unnecessary disasters..."

"What's worse, if the southern kingdom is really going to be devastated, I also hope that He can teach us how to retain the last ray of fragrance and fire, so as not to completely lose hope of saving everything, including your two lovely s student……"

Fan Ning, who was thinking, suddenly raised his head and asked:

"Do you want to come in with me?"

This time he asked two little girls.

"Of course with the teacher." Miss Nightingale blurted out.

"The premise is that we can get in like the teacher," Luna added weakly.

"Then, let's go." Fan Ning beckoned and started walking.

He thought that he was "moving with emotion and understanding with reason", and that he was providing information that allowed Scheler to "balance benefits and risks". In fact, these are not important to Fanning at all.

"The southern country is still there. If the front is the easiest place to communicate with the 'Fanghui poet', I must go."

"My "Summer Noon Dream" first throws out the proposition of 'love is a question', realizes the awakening from 'nothing' to 'yes', and then the opposition of 'violence' and 'idyllic' is successively replaced by plants, animals, The discussion between human beings and angels, the continuous breakthrough of more advanced forms of discussion like 'Superman' is almost doomed, no matter what the price is, I must understand next—”

"What the Lord of Testimony told me."

The tip of Fanning's nose and toes touched the vertical plane of the arch bridge ahead.

Those frosted glass-like turbid substances were still "squeezed" and spread, but they did not cause any hindrance to Fan Ning. His body touched the position and tore holes in it, and finally the entire human-shaped gap remained on the plane superior.

The inexplicable pink spots fluttered in the sun.

The gap quickly returned to normal.

As for the two little girls who followed closely behind, their outstretched fingers melted away the turbidity again.

Even the little black umbrella that Luna carried with her was not hindered.

Seeing this, there was a complex yet relieved expression in Ye Qian's eyes.Sure enough, as the co-creators of "It's a Good Night", this garden has shown the effect of "no access and no restrictions" to them.

"Wait." The old man suddenly stopped Fanning, and passed out a good cigar again.

Luna and Ann stood still at the border in surprise. Fan Ning, who was no longer in sight, tore the plane and folded back two seconds later.

"If this garden goes deep now, there may still be a lot of risk of 'lost'."

After Fanning took it, the other party explained: "To be on the safe side, after Mr. Scheler enters, I will light this 'half-smoked cigar' slowly, and you don't need to consider leaving room for turning back during the investigation. , after the life of the "Antique of Paradox" is exhausted, it will take the three of you to drift out of this layer of time and space, and connect with an adjacent detail in the normal process not too long later."

The old man laughed frankly: "Unless I encounter a situation where even the invisible power of my 'Secret History' cannot escape, then not only the young Mr. Scheele are lost, but the divine connection with this cigar After being cut off, I'm afraid I'll have to fall a lot from the height of the Hui Tower."

"Thank you." Fanning didn't say anything more after understanding the meaning.

Apart from being powerless to enter in person, this orderer has basically shared the risk with himself to the maximum extent.

After the figures of the three of them submerged again, the muddy and confusing matter receded and shrunk, and the garden in front of them looked deserted, the figure of Master Luckert slowly sat under a huge mango tree. On the unsmiling and rigid face, there was an extremely rare sincerity and expectation.

He held his breath and waited for Scheler to convey the instructions of "Fanghua Poet".

The bright sun turned the arch bridge into an incandescence, and the three of Fan Ning walked side by side, with the gurgling water flowing beside their ears, and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers all around.

Just now when they saw their teacher talking with Lord Saint from a distance, Luna and An felt that the atmosphere was a little serious. At this time, they walked hundreds of steps to the highest point of the arch bridge, and when the scenery was the most open, the gloomy mood of the two little girls also It was basically swept away.

Luna kept turning the umbrella handle in her hand, while Miss Nightingale was already bouncing up and down beside Fanning, and the dark blue cornflower on the hairpin was rippling with a dreamlike luster in the sunlight.

"Teacher, if my guess is correct, you just thought that this garden quest might be dangerous."

"I think so too."

"Are you still so happy after guessing right?" Fanning kept walking.

"Of course I'm happy, this is a very romantic trip to explore the secrets!" Miss Nightingale's eyes turned crescents into a smile, "I have never been to the holy place of the church, and I have never seen such a beautiful garden. My heart was pounding, thinking that I was still having such a melancholy and entangled parting dream before waking up in the morning, and now this can be regarded as a big, big reversal! ”

Melancholy and tangled, the sunlight reflected by the clear stream under the bridge was white and dazzling. Fan Ning closed his eyes and shook his head.

The girl's chirping voice was still there: "Ah, those white jade statues are so beautiful!"

"Across the lake in the distance? Like a big choir!"

"The sloping stream is so much fun."

"No, it's actually a long, flat waterfall."

An arch bridge connecting two different terrains, one end is a high place, the other end is a low place, this end is shorter, and the other end is longer.

Amid cheerful laughter and light footsteps, on the long and gentle downhill road, Fan Ning slid his fingers over the clean and cold stone surface of the railing and walked all the way. The midsummer scene in the garden in front of him reminded him inexplicably of some books he had read letter, something said.

"Lolfen Lake is the most beautiful and expressive figure in the Royal Academy of Music. It is the eyes of the earth. Those who gaze at it can measure the depth of their own nature. When I take a walk, I like to look at the rows of white stone statues opposite and imagine They are a choir singing resurrection carols, where the terrain is naturally good, the combination of plant landscapes is hidden or visible, and the arrangement is also very well... Now they have sprouted new buds, but the same spring is not necessarily means the same joy."

The stream forms an oval-shaped clear lake in the distance, and the sunlight jumps and changes on the water surface like a bright liquid. Behind the pool is a rockery group as high as a small office building. The water flows through the holes and stones, gurgling non-stop rattle.

"Luna, have you memorized your fifth movement?"

"I have memorized the voices of other members of the children's choir, but I feel that it is really not suitable to be the lead singer. I don't know if it is too late to change it now."

"The teacher is conducting on stage, are you sure you want someone else to be the lead singer?"

".I'll do it."

Fan Tranquility listened quietly to the side, quietly looking into the distance, the cigar in his left hand was burning lightly.

There is a small wooden boat parked on the shore of the lake, most of the boat is hidden in the sea of ​​colorful flowers, the summer wind makes them sway splashily, take a deep breath, the rich smell of grass and trees goes deep into the lungs, and the sun shines on the face even more radiant hot.

Clothes fluttering, thoughts wandering.

"... You have to take a steamboat there. There is an arc-shaped town in the southeast of the lake, and that's where it is."

"What does it look like?"

"In the distance is the Dolomets Mountains, which are very high and steep. Vegetation only covers half of the top, and the other half of the rocks are bare. Below is a vast and sparkling lake."

"The kind that can't climb up?"

"It's not impossible to go up, but what are you going to do?"

"Where's the house?"

"room?"

Another step, Fan Ning stepped off the arch bridge and stepped into the sea of ​​flowers.

The sound of running water, the sound of hot wind, and the chirping of birds all disappeared from my ears.

The world suddenly became dead silent, and the light suddenly dimmed several levels.

The temperature felt as hot as before, and Fan Ning subconsciously looked up at the sky.

I don't know when there was a thick layer of rust-red mist in the sky, so low that it seemed to be able to touch it by jumping in and reaching out.

Not to mention whether it was midsummer or sunny, it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night. Through layers of thick fog, I could see a few brighter orange spots, but I couldn't be sure whether it was the sun or some other star.

"Ann, Luna, stop laughing and joking, follow closely." Fanning spoke first, then turned around.

This time his heart stopped for a full beat.

The two little girls are gone!

Fan Ning immediately stepped back a few steps and returned to the deck of the arch bridge, but the surrounding environment did not restore anything.

He exerted force on his feet one after another, and the whole person quickly ran back to the opposite side without any change, and returned to the place with the highest arch bridge and the widest view to look around.

Still nowhere to be seen.

"Joan, are you there now?"

Still no response.

Fanning's fists were clenched suddenly. Although Scheler's calm and melancholy expression was still on his face, anxiety had already surged into his heart uncontrollably.

"What's going on? There is absolutely no possibility of being attacked by unknown creatures, and they are not farther than three meters away from me. There are no traps or dark pits on this bridge deck."

Although his mind was a little inexplicably wandering when he was blowing the wind and looking at the scenery just now, he was listening to all the chirping conversations between the two, and his spiritual sense never let down his vigilance.

It was so fast, it was a sudden change after stepping off the bridge.

"Place of confusion?"

"Since they can come in, it means that after the night of the famous singer's game, their spirituality has something in common with mine, but why?"

Fan Ning glanced down, the cigarette was still burning slowly, judging from the progress of burning when crossing the bridge just now, it would take nearly an hour to burn as much as possible.

He felt a little more at ease, maybe they are indeed "lost" now, but the holy man or Master Ruckert said that after this "paradox antique" is burned out, it should bring the three of them together from now on. Drifting out in time and space.

Taking advantage of returning to the top of the arch bridge now, Fanning gradually calmed down.

He began to look around the environment.

Some unknown upheaval had indeed taken place.

Disappearing sounds, dimming lights, and an eerie thick fog overhead are just one thing.

The structure of this arch bridge has been highly festered, dusty and unclean, and crumbling. The stream and lake below have dried up, revealing bullet holes or rust-colored potholes like craters. All withered, twisted around in pain and deformity.

These are still some "topography" that can match the original garden.

More places showed completely weird appearances, and Fan Ning could no longer recognize what they were, as if the original patchwork display had been swept into a pile, and it was randomly divided into several pieces after being crushed with a slap. The same as stacking.

After looking around this weird "garden" for a few laps, Fan Ning's eyes suddenly froze.

His eyes fell on a relatively nearby place.

It was the small wooden boat that was parked on the shore of the sparkling lake before.

The lake was gone, but the boat was still there. Fanning found something strange on the hull of the boat that was so rotten that only the wooden frame remained.

It seemed to be a corpse.

I wrote 11W this month, and then, the last part of the plot of the third volume has already begun, and there are many clues that need to be sorted out. There should be no update on the 30th tomorrow, and there may be an update on the 0st after 5.1 o’clock. Let’s see the status.