alone mountain and river

During the conversation between the two, under the colorful paintings of huge stone tablets in front of the mausoleum, Anu stared blankly at them, which recorded Tang Rui's life story. The most subtle thing is that there are many things that Anu went to instead of Tang Rui. Completed.

It was as if each painting came alive, and in the fleeting shadow of time, as long as Anu flicked it with his hand, it would be all the past and the past.

At this moment, she was in a strange mood. After playing the role of a person for three years, she finally regained her original identity and attended the funeral of this person.

As if in a blink of an eye, the memory scrolls of these three years disappeared in a flash. Tang Rui was still in front of her, staring at herself, and calmly said her last words: "We will all be great, because we fell in love with a great person ..."

a week later.

The blue sea is sunny and the dark red vortex is getting closer and closer. Feng Qinglang and Anu parted ways after lightly embracing each other. Anu has been missing for three years and must go back to Dragon Island and stay honestly for a while before going out.

Feng Qinglang waved her hand, watching Anu's boat enter the dark red vortex, still savoring the sorrow of parting, but suddenly there was a movement in the depths of the spiritual sea, and Di Allen, who was under the huge sculpture, changed his standing posture slightly , Feng Qinglang immediately realized that the other party was about to wake up again.

"Sunny, we meet again! Are we going to cross the dark red vortex? I can feel its power."

"Yes, Mr. Alan, we are going back to Xingqing to deal with some matters, and then we will go to Stigmata..."

Di Allen smiled and said: "Qing Qing, your bitterness and hatred make me think that it is too sinful to drag you into a whirlpool?"

Feng Qinglang said helplessly: "Sage Alan, I can't say against my will that I was selected by your great bloodline, and I should be ecstatic."

Di Allen held the corner of his mouth bitterly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Since time is tight, I won't comfort you. However, I can help you improve your survivability in the face of future disasters."

"Hmm...can you tell me what your understanding of power is?"

Such a general question made Feng Qinglang slightly astonished, and he tried to sum it up: "Is it to make the world's operating laws work for me?"

Di Allen smiled and said, "Then, what are the so-called laws of the world?"

Feng Qing said: "Time, space, light, darkness, wind, fire..."

"Magic and illusion are also power, why are they completely different from these so-called laws?" Di Allen continued to ask.

Feng Qinglang pursed her lips, frowned and said, "That's because they belong to another system?"

Di Allen's smile curved even wider: "Then why is the power divided into systems?"

Feng Qinglang raised her hands in surrender and said, "Master A Lun, you should tell me the answer directly."

Di Allen put away his smile and said with a straight face: "In fact, power is the understanding of this world! In order to help you understand this world more deeply, I will share with you today, the ultimate mystery of the dark red vortex! You can see it clearly .”

It was hard for Feng Qinglang to see clearly, because the scene in front of her was too shocking. The Di Allen under the sculpture, and the huge sculpture, changed their movements and handprints in unison, and opened their mouths at the same time: "First of all, you have to keep in mind that This is a very special way of breathing..." The voice boomed, resounding from the heights of the sky, like the voice of gods.

Feng Qinglang couldn't help being intoxicated by it, listening carefully to Di Allen's words, he saw a world with a higher level.

Xingqing.

In Nan Xinghun's office, there was still a mountain of official documents. She yawned continuously and continued to flip through the documents in her hand. Nan Yong stretched his eyelids and couldn't help but said, "Master Xinghun, why don't you take a break?"

"You know, you can't rest now. The number of refugees has crossed the warning line. Even heretics have to screen immigrants." Nan Xinghun took a sip of coffee, but kept his eyes on the documents.

Nan Yong muttered: "It's no wonder people dislike you. We always send the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled. His Majesty Bluefield is not a fool. He found that these people seem to be unable to go to the battlefield. He must tighten the immigration policy..."

Nan Xinghun interrupted: "Shut up! Say something else!"

"Okay, why don't you close your eyes and rest for a while, you haven't read a fantasy novel for a long time, let me read it to you?"

Nan Xinghun hesitated for a while, and finally nodded and said: "Okay, let's rest for a while!"

She put down the pen in her hand, leaned against the chair, closed her eyes, and her face was full of expectation.

Nan Yong's spirit was lifted, and he quickly took out a novel published by Stigmata, opened it and said: "It is raining lightly in the sky, and the ground is full of rotten smell. She looked at it contentedly, With a confused smile..."

Nan Xinghun couldn't help opening his eyes again, and said in a voiceless voice, "Stop! What is this...that idiot wrote it?"

"Uh, an author named Long Er, the stigmata are in chaos now, how can people be in the mood to read novels? The publishing industry is in a downturn, which has caused the author to write madly..." Nan Yong tried his best to explain.

Nan Xinghun smiled wryly and said: "Forget it, don't read it, just make me another cup of coffee."

"It's ready, be careful it's hot!" It wasn't Nan Yong's voice, but the coffee was placed in front of Nan Xinghun.

Nan Xinghun immediately jumped up, threw himself into the man's arms, took a few quick breaths, and said, "You bastard Qingming, you're finally back."

Feng Qinglang smiled and said, "Yeah, I was terrified when I entered the port. The sea of ​​people was more turbulent than the waves. If the security officer of the seventh port hadn't fired a cannon to open the way, I still wouldn't be able to enter..."

Nan Xinghun looked at this obviously thinner face at a close distance, and said distressedly: "You are thinner, just came back, don't worry about it, I will accompany you to eat something... Uh, wait, Anu... yes Come back together?"

Faced with the blue-like aura rushing towards her face, Feng Qinglang felt her head hurt a little, and quickly said: "She has returned to the Dragon Clan, um, dear Xinghun, don't look at this matter with the mentality of a competitor, it should be like this Think about it, how happy it is to have another good sister in the journey of life, isn't it?"

"For your size," Nan Xinghun's delicate tone immediately changed into a violent one, and he pinched Feng Qinglang forcefully.

Looking at the slightly pursed mouth, Feng Qinglang was about to approach quietly, His Excellency Nan Yong couldn't stand it any longer, so he could only cough, expressing that I am not the translucent glass sculpture behind me, but also have my own thoughts and feelings.

Feng Qinglang raised her hands in surrender and said, "Okay, let's get down to business! I decided to open up that forest world. According to the first feedback from the advance exploration team, there is a large land area around the forest world. In theory, a large number of people can be placed there. refugees."

Nan Xinghun worried: "What if the natives over there are full of hostility and directly start a war against us?"

"No one likes a war for no reason. As long as there is trade and there are interests, the barbaric natives can also shake hands with sincerity! Well, let Andrews know that the first troops are ready. We will take the initiative to contact the natives over there. By the way I also told them that the **** over the stigmata, if you don't want the whole world to fall into deep trouble, you might as well send some capable people to help."