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"This request is indeed true."

When the smoke from Renji's mouth blew out to the top of the arch bridge, it seemed like it encountered an invisible plane and spread out in a ring.

"Frankly speaking, I am not willing to believe that the result of so many years of hard work will be a frivolous word from Pogorelic's mouth that he is hopeless."

"The cooperation between the Special Patrol Office and the church has its own ambitions, but every large-scale pollution indicator has indeed been successfully isolated by us..."

"The Joyful Listening Club dedicated to the 'Red Pond' has indeed had frequent activities in recent years, but it has always been a secretive organization that hides in the dark..."

"In recent aesthetic trends, the pursuit of greed, pleasure, food, sex, and sex has indeed been on the rise, but people will still be moved to tears by the depth and longing in Miss Nightingale's song..."

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"Even if the nine gardens have fallen into confusion one after another, and the gifts of unfading nectar and products have been declining, this is still the passionate southern country, and it is still the rich and dreamy land with bright sun, blue sea and sky, and colorful flowers..."

"Some people feel that the changes on the night before are ominous, but I don't think so. The resurgence of the bouquet and the gathering of unfading nectar are obviously the will of the 'Flower Poet' at work... Midsummer is the time when we are close to the answer. If Scheler Xiao Sir, you are indeed 'unrestricted', and the temple hopes that you can go to that garden to see..."

"There are also some risks. For ordinary people, there may be 'red pool' pollution ahead, but your mystical attainments are no less than art. You have created this year's poet laureate and famous singer, and you have gathered all the unfading nectar in In spirituality, I am sure it will arouse the personal attention and protection of the 'Fanghui Poet'. The church really wants to listen to His personal teachings again, and you will also receive a lot of revelations, revelations that are more beneficial than me revealing the secrets of the apostles to you. …”

"You know, the church is definitely the group that least wants something to happen to Scheler... Of course, the decision lies with you."

The pale golden curly hair was fluttering in the summer wind, and the old man's words took on a sincere tone.

He saw Scheler standing silently facing the scenery on the other side of the arch bridge. He talked a lot repeatedly, including emphasizing sincerity, judging risks, and analyzing pros and cons. He knew that Scheler was not only a smart man, but also an artist who paid attention to temperament and fate. Therefore, no key information was withheld, nor was there any blind appeal to bitterness.

"The saint said that he hopes to listen to the personal teachings of the 'Poet Fanghui' again. So, if that comes true, what exactly are you hoping for?"

Fanning asked a series of questions.

“Hopefully He can teach a way to restore the garden?”

“I hope ‘Red Pond’ will fall into silence?”

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

He gently touched the smooth fruits among the branches of the garden with the palm of his hand:

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

"If I have to talk about specific hopes, under more fortunate circumstances, I do hope that He can point out a path for the temple to gradually return to its past..."

"In the second-best situation, I hope He can teach the temple how to minimize the damage to the Southern Kingdom after the arrival of the 'Red Pond', so that the people will suffer less unnecessary disasters..."

"In the worse case scenario, if the South Country is really hit by a devastating blow, I also hope that He can teach us how to retain the last ray of fragrance and fire, so as not to completely lose all hope of recovery, including these two lovely people of yours. students..."

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 we will follow the teacher," Miss Nightingale blurted out.

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

"Then, let's go." Fan Ning waved and took steps.

He thought he was "moving with emotion and understanding with reason" and thought that he was providing information that allowed Scheler to "weigh the benefits and risks." In fact, these were not important to Fan Ning at all.

"The Southern Kingdom is still there. If the front is the easiest place to communicate with the 'Fanghui Poet', I must go there."

"My "Summer Noon Dream" first throws out the proposition of 'love is a question', realizing the awakening from 'nothing' to 'something', and then the opposition of 'violence' and 'idyllic' is successively replaced by plants, animals, The discussions between humans and angels, like 'Superman', continue to break through to higher forms of discussion. This is almost destined. No matter what the cost, I must understand next - "

"What did the Lord of Witnesses tell me?"

The tip of Fan Ning's nose and toes touched the vertical plane of the arch bridge in front of her.

The ground glass-like turbid substance was still "squeezed" and spread, but it did not cause any hindrance to Fan Ning. The contact position of his body tore holes one by one, and finally the entire human-shaped gap was left on the plane. superior.

Inexplicably, pink spots of light danced in the sunlight.

The gap quickly returned to its original state.

The two little girls following closely behind them stretched out their fingers to dissolve the turbidity again.

Even the small black umbrella Luna carried was not hindered.

Seeing this, Li Ji's eyes took on a complicated and relieved look. Sure enough, as the co-creators of "It's a Good Night", this garden has the effect of "unrestricted access" to them.

"Wait." The old man suddenly stopped Fan Ning and handed out a good cigar again.

Luna and An stood in surprise at the border. Fan Ning, who could no longer see the figure, tore the plane apart and folded 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 cornflower 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 across the clean and cold stone surface of the 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.

"Lölfing 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 singing resurrection carols. The terrain there 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 may not be the same. means 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.

At some point, thick layers of rusty red fog accumulated in the sky, so low that it seemed that you could touch it if you jumped in and stretched out your hand.

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

"Ann, Luna, stop laughing and follow me." Fan Ning spoke first, then turned back.

His heartbeat stopped for a whole beat.

The two girls were gone!

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

He exerted force on his feet and ran back to the opposite side quickly. There was no change. He returned to the highest and most open place of the arch bridge and looked around.

Still no one was seen.

"Qiong, are you there now?"

Still no response.

Fanning's fists suddenly clenched. Although his face still had Sheler's calm and slightly melancholy expression, 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 more than three meters away from me. There are no traps or pits on this bridge."

Although his mind was a little wandering when he was enjoying the scenery just now, he listened to the chattering conversation between the two people, and his entire spiritual sense did not relax his vigilance.

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

"Place of confusion?"

"Since they can come in, it means that after the famous singers competed that night, their spirituality has something in common with me, but why..."

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

He felt a little relieved. Maybe they were indeed "lost" now, but Saint Niji or Master Luckert said that after this "paradoxical antique" burned out, it should take the three people out of this heavy time and space.

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

He began to look around.

Some unknown upheaval had indeed occurred.

The disappearing sound, dimming light, and strange fog in the sky were only one aspect.

The structure of this arch bridge was highly rotten, dusty and dirty, and it was crumbling. The stream and lake below had dried up, revealing bullet holes or rusty pits like craters. The stones of the rockery in the distance were strangely rolled up, and the flowers, plants and trees had all died, twisting around painfully and deformedly.

These were still some "terrains" that could match the original garden.

More places showed completely strange appearances, and Fan Ning could no longer recognize what they were. It was as if the original well-arranged display was swept into a pile, flattened with a slap, and randomly divided into several pieces and piled up.

After looking around this strange "garden" for a few circles, Fan Ning's eyes suddenly focused.

His eyes fell on a relatively close place.

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

The lake water was gone, but the boat was still there. On the hull that was rotten to the point that only the wooden frame was left, Fan Ning found something strange.

It seemed to be a corpse.