Lost Narrative Poetry

Xia Ran took Liu Mengli through the bustling Jimo, set foot on Hidden Fragrance Mountain, and went straight back to his residence in the valley where he had lived for more than ten years.

But once again stepping into the valley, Liu Mengli had another novel experience. She found that although it was still dusk outside at this time, and the setting sun had not yet completely sunk behind the mountains and below the horizon, the valley was already groggy at this moment. One piece.

It wasn't so dark that I couldn't see my fingers or anything, but it did have a strange feeling.

This is because the valley is surrounded by tall and steep stone walls on all sides, just like an isolated Taoyuan Township built in a sinkhole.

But because of this, it is difficult to see the sun in the valley for most of the day - after all, the sun cannot really shine into the valley until close to noon, and soon after the afternoon, There is almost no sunlight in the valley.

Although the light is mysterious but not dim, the atmosphere is very ambiguous most of the time throughout the day, and it is really easy for people to lose track of the time of day and night.

It's not the influence of the formation, nor any magical power that changes the world, but the subtle differences caused by the simple environment and terrain, making the valley and the outside world seem to be in two different worlds.

Perhaps because of tonight's program, even Dao Run and his wife, who also live in the valley, are not in the valley at this moment.

Therefore, the valley is completely silent, with only the chirping of birds and insects, but it adds to the feeling of remoteness and tranquility.

The girl followed Xia Ran ahead step by step, feeling that the current situation was a bit strange for some reason.

The other party has been silent from just now, and after she pondered for a while, when she came to her senses, she found that the two parties had not spoken for a long time, and then she didn't know what to say.

Although this atmosphere is not actually embarrassing, it still makes people feel uncomfortable.

But at least at this time, there was no one else in the valley, so she felt a little uneasy, but not to the point of thinking about random things...

The night wind blows slowly, and insects chirp quietly.

The two walked on the flat grass one after another, and walked wordlessly to the edge of the lake in the valley. Then they walked along the long corridor on the lake, passing pavilions and waterside pavilions, and finally arrived at the end of the valley. In a building in the center.

--Snapped!

Xia Ran pushed open the door, then raised her hand and snapped her fingers. The moment the crisp syllables fell, the surrounding candlelight lit up.

The girl behind her just took a look and found that the interior space was no different from the hall of ordinary people. She immediately felt a little relieved, but then she felt that her worries were unnecessary.

"Miss Liu, please wait a moment, I'm going to get the Guang Ji Han Tu..."

Xia Ran said that although he has a thorough understanding of most external objects, such plot items are still relatively important, so naturally they cannot be thrown away casually without any measures for safekeeping.

Moreover, according to his original plan, he also planned to put the Guang Ji Hantu here, and let the protagonist group and others come and pick it up after some twists and turns, so he would not come forward...

It's just that he didn't expect that there would be a group of people who didn't follow the basic laws at all, and directly interfered and disrupted a series of plans he and his teammates had made, and delayed them for two days... At this time, it was estimated that there was less than a month left before the demon world came. It's time.

However, the protagonist group and others still have two cold weapons to find. If one of them fails, it may slow down the progress of the main plot...

So Xia Ran could only make some adjustments. After thinking about it, he decided to simply give them some plot props and let them leave directly after tonight to avoid further delays in the future.

"Um."

Liu Mengli responded first, and then watched the other party go upstairs briskly. Then she turned her head with extra thoughts and continued to look at the surrounding environment and facilities with a little curiosity.

She was indeed very curious about what this person's daily life was like... After all, judging from the information revealed in the dream, the other person did not seem to belong to this world.

——From the future?

Maybe, at least from her perspective, Lan Zhihui can still find many strange doubts, and she is also quite confused about such a possibility from the future, so she also has her own guesses and curiosity...

It's just that these speculations and curiosities were buried silently in the deepest part of her heart. Even when she usually "chatted on QQ", she never asked any relevant questions in this regard.

Only at this time can the girl take an honest look at what this strange person is like where he usually lives. At least according to the information she has, this person has been around since more than ten years ago. He lives in seclusion in the mountains near Jimo.

However, Liu Mengli could not find anything, and there was nothing particularly surprising about the environmental facilities in this hall.

But think about it, this should be a place used to receive guests. Even if guests don't come often, it doesn't mean that you can let yourself go. That would be too rude.

Liu Mengli also looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the hall very carefully, but she was still quite helpless and found that there was no doubt. The calligraphy was naturally good calligraphy, and the paintings were indeed good paintings, but the themes were all about landscapes and splashing ink on the mountains and rivers. , the pen and ink are simple and clumsy, and the charm is vivid.

She held a strange expectation and hope, but found that the other party was not so careless in this regard. At least the scenery depicted in the landscape paintings were majestic mountains and rivers, not the steel bars that had appeared in dreams. A modern metropolis with a cement and steel forest.

Footsteps sounded, and Xia Ran had already come downstairs.

He was holding a scroll in his hand. Although it had been put away, it still exuded a compelling spiritual energy. It was very cold. The moment it appeared, the temperature of the originally cool air dropped sharply, and even moisture condensed when it encountered cold. White mist.

"Mr. Xia."

"Well, this is the Guangji Hantu. It is said that this object was once held by the God of Winter. It is said that it can summon rain, snow, wind and frost, and has supreme spiritual power... It can be regarded as a weather weapon, although it is just that."

Xia Ran raised the scroll in his hand and said casually.

"Weather weapon?" The girl tilted her head in confusion.

"Well, you don't need to understand specifically what weather weapons are. You probably won't be able to use them anyway..." Xia Ran stretched out her index finger to scratch her cheek. After thinking about it, she decided that it would be better to just deal with it.

Although in simple terms, it plays a role similar to a catalyst and a multiplier, which can stimulate the huge energy contained in natural meteorological changes by releasing less energy, forming a super release mechanism similar to the "butterfly effect"...

But it was difficult for him to explain this kind of thing to Liu Mengli.

The Guangji Hantu is indeed a treasure. If you insist on saying that it is a very common thing, then you must be speaking out of conscience.

As Xia Ran said, this thing is like a mysterious meteorological weapon that can artificially intervene or create tornadoes, blizzards, hail and other types of extreme weather...

However, changing the battlefield environment on a large scale and affecting the combat effectiveness of the middle and lower levels is the main purpose of Guangji Hantu, and it is of little use to the strong. So Xia Ran had some doubts that this thing was a war weapon made with Shinto technology during the ancient war.

That is to say, now that the gods dominate Yunei, the order of the six realms has been extremely stable and difficult to shake, so this kind of artifact has not been taken back. After all, it is no longer useful.

There is no need to worry about someone getting it and it will pose a threat to the Protoss. There is no such possibility.

Liu Mengli nodded in understanding and stretched out her hand to take it. However, as soon as her hand came close, it suddenly froze. A faint layer of white frost began to appear from her fingertips and spread up.

"Good ice..."

The girl subconsciously avoided it and frowned slightly. This cold air was enough to cause frostbite.

"After all, it is a very cold thing, with a cold nature. It is dangerous for ordinary people, let alone touching it, just to get close to it. Even people with superpowers often feel the freezing cold when they touch it..."

Xia Ran nodded, then smoothly took off the hair tie on his head, tied up the scroll in a few strokes——

"Using spiritual power can temporarily seal and isolate this cold air. Although it is not a long-term solution, as long as you take it back within a few days, there will be no problem... You can also take it directly to Yuntianhe. That kid has a special physique and is not afraid of the cold."

Although Xia Ran didn't know the reason why Suyu died from the power of Wangshu in Zhiyin Zhihan, but the son he gave birth to was not afraid of the cold...

However, Yun Tianhe is definitely Yun Tianqing's child, not Xuan Xiao's.

The villagers in Taiping Village all mistakenly recognized Yun Tianhe as his father. When they were in Shouyang City, Liu Shifeng also said that Yun Tianhe and Yun Tianqing looked very similar, and Pei Jian even recognized Yun Tianqing based on his portrait. He learned the identity of Yun Tianhe.

Moreover, the demon world comes once every nineteen years, and Yun Tianhe is only eighteen years old this year... From a time perspective, there is actually no problem.

As for his physique, it probably has nothing to do with Xuan Xiao. Xia Ran suspected that if everything is lacking, it must be lacking, and if it is extreme, it must be the opposite -

Just like noon of the day, it must be the time when Yang Qi is the strongest, but it then declines. Yin Qi also begins to grow from this moment, and becomes more and more powerful as time goes by. Yin Qi begins to grow and Yang Qi begins to decline, which can be said to be the yin generated from the yang pole.

Perhaps the same reason applies to Yuntianhe's birth, because Suyu was eroded by the power of Wangshu at that time, and the mother's body was extremely yin to cold, but the fetus was born from yin and yang.

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"It's strange, the lanterns are about to start, where is Mengli?"

Han Lingsha frowned and looked back and forth on the pier at the beach, but she didn't see that familiar figure, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

She looked up to the sky and found that night had fallen, and every household had begun to light up candles or lanterns. It was like thousands of lights, very lively and beautiful.

It's just that my best friend suddenly disappeared at such a time, which made people unhappy.

"Why don't we go to the valley and have a look? I heard that that person has come back. It's time to pay a visit and explain our purpose..."

Murong Ziying suggested.