Old-time musicians

"There is indeed such a request."

When the smoke from her mouth was sprayed above the arch bridge, it seemed to encounter an invisible plane and spread out in a ring.

"To be honest, I am unwilling to believe that the result of so many years of hard work will be a light-hearted word from Poglierichi."

"The Special Patrol Office and the Church have their own ambitions in cooperation, but every large-scale pollution indicator has been successfully divided and neutralized by us..."

"The Joyful Listening Society that worships the 'Red Pond' has indeed been active in recent years, but it has always been a secret organization hiding in the dark..."

"In recent years, the pursuit of greed, enjoyment and food, sex and fragrance has indeed risen in the aesthetic trend, but the public will still be moved by the depth and longing in Miss Nightingale's singing and shed tears..."

"Even if the nine gardens are confused one after another, and the everlasting nectar and product gifts are declining, this is still the passionate southern country, still the rich dreamland with bright sunshine, blue sea and blue sky, and clusters of flowers..."

"Some people feel that the changes the night before are ominous, but I don't think so. I think the rekindling of the bouquet and the gathering of the everlasting nectar are obviously the will of the ‘poet of fragrance’ at work… Midsummer is the season close to the answer. If Mr. Scheller is indeed ‘free to come and go’, the temple hopes that you can go to the garden to have a look…”

“There are some risks. For ordinary people, there may be ‘red pool’ pollution ahead, but your mystical attainments are not lower than those in art. You have created this year’s poet laureate and famous singer, and gathered all the everlasting nectar in spirituality. I believe it will attract the personal attention and protection of the ‘poet of fragrance’. The church really wants to listen to her personal teachings again. You will also gain a lot of revelations, which are more beneficial than my revealing the secrets of the apostles to you…”

“You know, the church is definitely the group that least wants Scheller to have an accident… Of course, the decision is yours.”

The pale golden curly hair fluttered in the summer breeze, and the old man’s words were earnest.

He saw Scheler staring at the scenery on the other side of the arch bridge without saying a word. He said a lot repeatedly, emphasizing sincerity, risk assessment, and pros and cons analysis. He knew that Scheler was not only a smart man, but also an artist who paid attention to temperament and fate, so he did not hide key information, nor did he complain blindly.

"The saint said that he hopes to listen to the personal teachings of the 'Fragrant Poet' again. So, if you can do so, what exactly do you hope for?"

Fanning asked a series of questions.

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

"Hope the 'Red Pond' will fall silent?"

"Hope the goods of the South can be as abundant and prosperous as before?"

Nianqi gently touched the bright fruits on the branches of the garden with her palm:

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

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

"In the next best case, I hope she can teach the temple how to minimize the damage to the South after the arrival of the 'Red Pond' and how to minimize the disasters suffered by the people..."

"In the worse case, if the South is really hit by a devastating blow, I also hope she can teach us how to retain the last wisp of fragrance and fire, so as not to completely lose hope of recovery, including your two lovely students..."

Fanning, who was thinking, suddenly raised his head and asked:

"Do you want to come in with me?"

This time he asked the two little girls.

"Of course, I'll go with the teacher." Miss Nightingale blurted out.

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

"Then, let's go." Fanning waved and took a step.

Ni Ni thought she was "moving emotions and explaining things with reason", and thought she was providing information for Scheler to "weigh the benefits and risks". In fact, these were not important to Fanning at all.

"The Southland is still there. If the place ahead is the easiest place to communicate with the 'Fragrant Poet', I must go there."

"My "Summer Noon Dream" first throws out the proposition that 'love is a question', realizing the awakening from 'nothing' to 'something', and then the opposition between 'violence' and 'idyllic poetry' is explored by plants, animals, humans and angels in turn. It is almost destined that the exploration of higher forms of continuous breakthroughs like 'superman' is almost inevitable. No matter what the cost, I must understand next-"

"What did the Lord of Witness tell me."

Fanning's nose and toes touched the vertical plane of the arch bridge in front.

The frosted glass-like turbid substances were still "squeezed" and spread, but they did not cause any obstruction to Fanning. His body tore holes in the place where it touched, and finally a whole human-shaped gap was left on the plane.

The inexplicable pink light spots fluttered in the sun.

The gap quickly recovered.

The two little girls who followed closely behind, stretched out their fingers and melted the turbidity again.

Even the small black umbrella that Luna carried with her was not blocked.

Seeing this, Niqi's eyes took on a complex and relieved look. Sure enough, as the co-creator of "This Good Night", this garden presented the effect of "no restrictions on entry and exit" for them.

"Wait." The old man suddenly stopped Fanning and handed him a good cigar again.

Luna and Ann stood at the border in surprise. Fanning, who could no longer be seen, tore the plane and turned back after two seconds.

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

After Fan Ning took it, the other party explained: "To be on the safe side, after Mr. Scheele enters, I will slowly ignite this 'half-smoked cigar'. You don't need to consider leaving room for turning back during the investigation." , after the life of the 'Antique of Paradox' is burned out, it will take the three of you to drift out of this dimension of time and space, and connect you to a connected detail in the normal process not long after."

The old man laughed frankly: "Unless you encounter a situation where even the invisible power of my 'Secret History' cannot escape, then not only will Mr. Scheler and the others be lost, but also the divine connection with this cigar." After being cut off, I'm afraid I will have to fall a lot from the height of Huita."

"Thank you." Fan Ning understood what he meant and said nothing more.

Apart from being powerless to enter personally, the order enforcer has basically shared the risk with himself to the maximum extent.

After the three figures disappeared again, the turbid confused substance subsided and shrunk, and the garden in front became as if there was no one there, Master Lucter slowly sat under a huge mango tree. On weekdays, There was an extremely rare sincerity and expectation on his stern face.

He waited with bated breath for Scheler to convey the instructions from "Fanghui Poet".

The bright sun illuminated the arch bridge incandescently. Fan Ning and the three of them walked side by side, with the gurgling water beside their ears and the sound of birds and flowers all around.

Having just seen their teacher talking to the Lord Sage from a distance, Luna and An felt that the atmosphere was somewhat serious. At this time, they walked hundreds of steps to the highest point of the arch bridge. When the scenery was at its most open, the two girls' gloomy moods also disappeared. It was basically wiped out.

Luna kept spinning the umbrella handle in her hands, while Miss Nightingale was already jumping up and down next to Fan Ning. The dark blue chrysanthemum on her hairpin was rippling with a dreamlike luster in the sun.

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

"I think so too."

"Are you still so happy if you guessed it right?" Fan Ning didn't stop walking.

"Of course I'm happy. This is a very romantic journey together!" Miss Nightingale's eyes turned into crescent moons with a smile. "I have never been to the church's holy land, and I have never seen such a beautiful garden. The potential dangers have created even more dangers. It makes my heart beat so much, thinking that before I woke up in the morning, I was still having such melancholy and entangled dreams of separation, now this can be regarded as a big turnaround! "

Melancholy and entangled in the dream bridge, 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 is still there: "Ah, those white jade statues are so beautiful!"

"Across the lake in the distance? It's like a big choir!"

“The sloping stream is so interesting.”

"No, actually this is a long, flat waterfall."

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

Amidst the pleasant laughter and light footsteps, Fan Ning slid his fingers over the clean and cold stone surface of the withered railing on the long and gentle downhill road. The midsummer scene in the garden in front of him reminded him of some of the stories he had read. Letter, something said.

"Lorfen Lake is the most beautiful and expressive appearance in the Royal Academy of Music. It is the eye of the earth. People who gaze at it can detect the depth of their own nature. When walking, I like to look at the rows of white stone statues opposite and imagine They are a choir chanting resurrection carols. The terrain here is naturally good, and the plant landscape combinations are hidden or visible, and the arrangements are very local... Now they have sprouted new buds, but the same spring is not the same. Must mean the same joy”

The stream forms an oval-shaped clear lake in the distance, and the sunlight dances and changes on the water like a dazzling liquid. Behind the pool is a group of rockeries as high as a small office building. The water flows through holes and stones, gurgling non-stop. Sound.

"Luna, have you memorized the fifth movement?"

"I've memorized the parts of the other children's choir, but I feel like I'm not really suitable to be the lead singer. I don't know if it's too late to change now."

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

"I'll do it."

Fan Jing listened quietly and looked into the distance, the cigar in his left hand burning with wisps of smoke.

There is a small wooden boat parked on the shore of the lake. Most of the hull is hidden in the sea of ​​colorful flowers. The summer wind makes them sway. Take a deep breath. The fragrant smell of vegetation penetrates deep into your heart. Your face is even more illuminated by the sun. hot.

Clothes are floating and thoughts are wandering.

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

"What does it look like?"

"In the distance are the Dolomites Mountains, which are very high and steep. The vegetation only covers the upper half, and the other half of the rocks are exposed. Below you can see the vast sparkling lake scenery."

"The kind that can't be climbed up?"

"It's not impossible to go up if you have to, but what do you want to do?"

"Where's the house?"

"room?"

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

The sound of running water, the 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 continued to feel hot, and Fan Ning subconsciously looked up at the sky.

I don't know when a layer of thick rust-red mist accumulated in the sky, so deep that it seemed like you could reach out and touch it if you jumped in.

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

"Ann, Luna, stop joking and follow me." Fan Ning spoke first and then looked back.

This time his heartbeat paused for a whole beat.

The two little girls are missing!

Fan Ning immediately stepped back a few steps and returned to the arch bridge deck, but the surrounding environment was not restored at all.

He exerted force under his feet, and he quickly ran back to the opposite side without any change, and returned to the highest point of the arch bridge with the widest view to look around.

Still no one was seen.

"Joan, are you here now?"

Still no response.

Fan Ning's fists suddenly clenched. Although Scheler's face still had Scheler's light and slightly melancholy expression, anxiety was already uncontrollably welling up in his heart.

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

Although he was in an inexplicable state of mind just now while enjoying the wind and looking at the scenery, he was listening to all the chatter between the two, and his entire spiritual sense did not relax his vigilance.

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

"Place of confusion?"

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

Fan Ning looked down and saw that the cigarette was still burning slowly. Judging from the progress of the cigarette when crossing the bridge just now, it would probably take nearly an hour to burn.

He felt a little more at ease in his heart. Maybe they were indeed "lost" now, but Saint Liji or Master Lucter said that after this "paradox antique" is burned out, it should take the three of them with them from now on. Drifting out in heavy space and time.

Now that he was back at the top of the arch bridge, Fan Ning gradually calmed down.

He began to look at his surroundings.

Some kind of unknown upheaval has indeed occurred.

The disappearing sounds, the dimming of the light, and the strange thick fog above are just one aspect.

The structure of this arch bridge is highly decayed, dusty, and crumbling. The streams and lakes below have dried up, exposing bullet holes or crater-like rust-colored potholes. The rocks on the rockery in the distance are strangely rolled up, and the flowers and trees have dried up. All withered and twisted in all directions in painful and deformed ways.

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

More places showed completely weird shapes, and Fan Ning could no longer identify what they were. It was like the original messy display had been swept into a pile, then flattened with a slap and divided into random pieces. The pieces are stacked the same.

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

His eyes fell on a relatively nearby place.

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

The lake was gone, but the boat was still there. Fan Ning discovered something strange on the hull of the boat, which was so rotten that only the wooden frame was left.

It looked like a corpse.