At this time, the little fish jumped three feet high in a hurry.
"The door is about to close! Master Zhao, I have to go first. You, you, you... take this blood of mine and leave later... It's over. I have to leave quickly."
The little girl threw a small porcelain bottle towards Zhao Rong, and when she saw the bright moon in the sky gradually dimming, she became panicked.
Zhao Rong took it and looked down.
"Wuwuwuwu, door, door, door! Wait for me, door, don't leave me behind..."
Xiaoyu stamped her feet anxiously and ignored Zhao Rong. She quickly waved her sleeves, and a handkerchief flew out of her sleeves and circled around her feet.
A mighty wind rises from under his feet, and a handkerchief like a flying magic weapon carries the little fish to the 'bright moon in the sky that has no emotions and just wants to close its door'.
When a cultivator reaches the Haoran realm, he needs the help of external objects or magical tools to fly.
Only when one reaches the Tianzhi realm, where the small world within the body and the big world outside the body are harmoniously connected, can one fly freely in the wind and be detached from external objects.
This is what Taoists call riding on the righteousness of heaven and earth, and controlling the conflicts of the six qi.
The so-called six qi, 'yin and yang, wind and rain, darkness and brightness', also involve the way of cultivation in the Tianzhi realm...
At this moment, Xiaoyu probably wished he could immediately ascend to the Tianzhi realm so that he could fly up quickly instead of flying slowly like a buzzing bee.
It seemed that the speed of the flying wind handkerchief was a little slow. The panicked little girl paddled in the air like a puppy paddling in the water, spinning her two thin arms and swinging them left and right, leaving two afterimages of her arms in circles...
It seems that rowing through the air like this can help you fly faster.
This is another one of the three major illusions in a little girl's life besides "I can do it".
Zhao Rong: “…”
Finally, just as the moonlight covering the crystal pavilion was about to fade away, a little girl jumped into the crystal pavilion in the air in an indescribable posture.
Her body dimmed along with the moonlight, like a distant star in the night sky before dawn. As the morning sun lit up the world, her figure shattered into firefly-like points of light.
Scattered in the pavilion.
Just when it was about to completely dissipate, the little girl who had fallen into the pavilion in a panic seemed to raise her head and look around in a daze, like a little groundhog, and her confused look seemed to be saying, Hey, I came in...
But before she could turn around with a blushing face and wave happily to Master Zhao below, her figure disappeared into the door.
In the crystal pavilion suspended above the ruins, the last ray of moonlight disappeared.
There was only an empty pavilion and the green-gold dress with empty sleeves inside the pavilion...
Zhao Rong finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the flustered little girl finally managed to get in before the door closed.
"Really... I was really worried about you."
He shook his head and smiled, "Yeah, it feels like I'm going to school on time."
Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze, turned his back to the peaceful crystal pavilion, and walked towards the direction of the teleportation hall that Xiaoyu had just pointed to.
If nothing unexpected happens.
This unreliable girl must have ascended to the sacred Moon Palace in people’s flying dreams for thousands of years.
I don't know...will we ever see each other again.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and gently shook the small porcelain bottle in his hand, and a round drop of blood rolled inside.
"She also went to the Moon Palace... Well, I seem to have forgotten to ask Xiaoyu to bring some words up, but... it seems that there is nothing to say."
Until this moment, Zhao Rong still clearly remembered the scene he saw when his soul left:
The woman who was lying on his chest, biting his throat and drinking blood with a smile.
Her face, lips, eyes, and hair were all red.
Only the eyes that were looking up at the young master were bright...
Zhao Rong rubbed his face, put the small porcelain bottle into his sleeve, raised his head, and prepared to walk towards the teleportation hall in front.
He suddenly stopped.
Directly in front of him, in his field of vision when he looked up.
There is a crystal pavilion quietly sitting on the shore of the hot spring, surrounded by Jiutian Hangong flowers, inside...
Empty.
However, a second ago, before Zhao Rong raised his head, it was still floating in the air behind him.
Zhao Rong suddenly turned around.
There was a 'green-gold fairy dress' standing ten meters behind him.
Wait that's not right.
It should be said that it was a transparent woman wearing a cyan fairy dress, standing there quietly.
The fairy skirt is long and drags on the ground.
Zhao Rong's pupils, which reflected this strange scene, shrank.
Solemn and terrifying.
He immediately took a step back.
The transparent woman in the cyan fairy dress took a step forward.
Zhao Rong then moved to the left three steps silently.
The transparent woman in the cyan fairy dress was silent for a moment, then took another step forward and turned sideways to adjust herself.
Still facing him.
Zhao Rong's heart was suddenly filled with huge waves of fear.
It, or she, is alive.
Not a floating dead dress.
In short, it seemed to be a transparent creature that Zhao Rong could not see!
It has spirit.
His emotions were surging, but he tried to remain calm on his face, his eyes slightly drooping.
Staring at the flowing skirt of the spiritual transparent woman.
Zhao Rong subconsciously avoided looking directly at its upper body, because the position of its head seemed empty from his perspective.
And Zhao Rong's intuition told him that it was staring at him!
A dark and confined space in a stone cave, a lost and dilapidated ancient ruin, a crystal pavilion surrounded by bright moon flowers, and a transparent woman whose head cannot be seen...
Faced with this scene, no matter who you are, no matter how strong your mental strength is, you probably can't stand it.
So he still lowered his eyes.
At this moment, in front of the crystal pavilion.
The air became silent.
A handsome and handsome scholar in white clothes and black hair, and a transparent woman of unknown origin wearing a cyan fairy dress.
Two creatures, facing each other.
The atmosphere was quiet and eerie.
Zhao Rong didn't speak, and the transparent woman didn't speak either.
The former stared at the hem of the latter's skirt without blinking, as if he was afraid that if he blinked, the transparent woman would disappear again or suddenly approach.
Zhao Rong didn't know when he started to sweat all over his back, and his white shirt on the back was soaked.
The cold wind from the distant Sin Abyss blew all the way to the center of this desolate ancient city. The autumn wind from the abyss was still bone-chillingly cold. It penetrated into his sweat-soaked clothes from the back of his neck, and his back felt as if a large bucket of ice was poured into it and was being stirred wildly, making it freezing cold.
Zhao Rong looked calm.
If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move.
Time passes by every second.
The transparent woman seemed to be looking at him carefully. Except for the corner of her skirt being blown up by the autumn wind, she did not move at all.
Zhao Rong: “…”
During this period of wasted time, he was already thinking rapidly about the reason.
Obviously, this is its home ground, because the cyan fairy dress was just hanging in the crystal pavilion, and Xiaoyu was not surprised by this before.
Therefore, they should all belong to this relic, or at least have a deep connection with it.
This is even more difficult because this is someone else's territory.
And he was an outside intruder.
However, Zhao Rong felt that he didn't seem to have done anything bad on his way to this relic, such as stealing other people's things secretly, or trespassing through the restrictions of the relic.
He is a law-abiding, handsome and polite guest.
But they are very honest, well, except for a certain unruly and proud dragon not long ago, but wasn’t it subdued by Lady Luoxiu?
It has learned its lesson, let it go.
…
Well, Zhao Rong admitted that perhaps when he first entered this uninhabited ruins, he was a little sneaky. He followed Xiaoyu, looked around, and his hands were a little itchy.
He was thinking about whether he should have a good adventure, unlock new maps, and look for opportunities and treasures, but! Wasn't this stopped in time by the righteous and brave Little Fish Heroine? He also deeply realized his own mistakes and planned to come back after Little Fish Heroine left... No, it was just a crime in his mind, not a crime! Why was he presumed guilty?
However, no matter how unwilling Zhao Rong was, he still encountered a ghost at this moment.
Well, it must be a ghost.
He now has three speculations about the current situation.
It might be the spirit of this extraordinary cyan-gold fairy dress.
It could also be a wandering ghost, the residual soul of an ancient person wandering in the ruins. However, since he can wear such noble and mysterious clothes, his previous identity must have been extraordinary.
Or maybe... it's a projection or clone of some powerful being?
At this moment, Zhao Rong glanced at the empty head of the transparent woman.
Then move down slowly.
His eyes fell on the ground beside it...
Phew, luckily there is a shadow.
But, damn, why does this shadow have a head! ?
Zhao Rong's breathing paused.
This is the shadow of a woman's head...
Damn, what is this 'dirty' thing?
Zhao Rong cursed in his heart but remained calm on the surface.
"She seems... to have no ill intentions."
Gui, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.
Zhao Rong nodded in his heart and said sincerely: "How about Gui the Great Sword Spirit come out and ask her for me? She looks like a remnant soul. You two may all be family. Family members should not fight against family members. Please help persuade her not to follow me."
Return: “…”
Teasing the sword spirit made Zhao Rong's tense nerves relax a little.
He immediately cleared his cluttered thoughts.
Zhao Rong felt that wasting time like this was not a solution.
Anyway, you will get hurt whether you stick your head out or not.
In addition, he thought of one more thing.
At this moment, Zhao Rong took a deep breath, then raised his head, looked directly at the motionless transparent woman in front of him, and chuckled:
"Well, the door suddenly closed just now. Was it you who did it? You wanted to... meet with me alone?"
It was obvious that Xiaoyu's hurried entry just now was man-made.
Zhao Rong really couldn't think of any other purpose for this transparent woman to do this, other than creating an opportunity to meet him alone.
The transparent woman wearing the Frost Sky Dawn Horns did not speak, but it seemed that... she was unable to speak.
She tilted her head slightly.
Well, this is what Zhao Rong saw from her shadow on the ground in his peripheral vision.
The transparent woman suddenly moved.
Zhao Rong took a step back and became alert, but then he relaxed a little.
Because she wasn't coming towards him, but walking diagonally in front of him...
A person in a cyan-gold dress floated into the crystal pavilion, stood in front of the crystal table, bent down, and opened a mechanism at the corner of the table, as if taking out something...
Zhao Rong looked at the movements of the woman in the pavilion with great curiosity. She had her back to him, her waist was as slender as that of a Li Nu. She was not very tall, about the same height as Qing Jun, but considered tall among human women.
If you ignore the disappearing head, then just looking at the beautiful curved figure, the transparent woman can give the man a sense of anticipation of a peerless goddess, and he can look forward to her sudden smile when she turns around.
It’s a pity... there’s no end in sight.
Inside the pavilion, a transparent woman wearing the same Frosty Sky Dawn Horn as the tall woman not long ago but with a different posture, turned around, left the crystal pavilion, and floated towards Zhao Rong.
The latter suddenly became alert, his whole body tensed, and he moved one foot back to support the ground.
Start to accumulate strength silently.
Just like a cheetah, ready to pounce and fight at any time.
The transparent woman seemed to not care at all and floated in front of Zhao Rong without any pause.
Then.
Two empty sleeves... that is, her two hands, were raised directly.
The transparent woman held something in her hands and presented it to Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong was stunned.
In the pair of transparent hands in front of me... is a Nine Heavens Cold Palace flower.
It’s just that the color is different from all the Jiutian Hangong flowers he had seen before.
It is blood red.
A blood-red Jiutian Hangong flower.
It's like it's stained with someone's blood.
But as far as Zhao Rong knew, the Jiutian Hangong Flower was said to come from the Moon Palace and was pure and sacred without a trace of impurities.
Virgin blood cannot dye it, it will only make it more pure white, while non-virgin blood or other liquids will only make it dull and gray, and cannot be dyed into any other color...
Zhao Rong lowered his head and looked for a while, as if in a daze.
He looked at the transparent woman holding flowers in both hands and pointed at himself with his index finger, "Is this... for me?"
After asking, Zhao Rong stared at her face and immediately realized that it was useless to look at her transparent face. He was really looking at it in vain, and could only see the floor behind him...
He turned to look at the shadow of the woman on the ground.
The transparent woman just nodded, and as she posed with both hands holding the flowers, her shoulders shrank awkwardly.
She seemed a little nervous, afraid of being rejected by him.
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, and also let down most of his guard.
Is she...giving me a little red flower?
He blinked in curiosity.
If it's just flowers, it should be a kind gesture, right? The flowers can't be poisonous, right? Is it a direct gift to kill?
If it was really such a weird thing, then Zhao Rong would die with a sincere heart.
He held back his laughter, nodded, and raised his hand to take the little red flower from the transparent woman.
"Thanks."
Zhao Rong nodded and smiled, lowering his head and curiously twisting the fiery red petals, "It looks very beautiful."
He always felt that any kindness from a stranger should be treated well.
The transparent woman is very happy.
Because she danced.
At this moment, in front of Zhao Rong, the transparent woman put her toes on the ground and leaped back lightly.
She was as light as a feather, floating up, then she spread her slender arms, stretched her body in the air, and danced happily.
The woman's skirt, which often appears in mythology, is fluttering in the warm autumn wind.
The mysterious cyan-gold skirt danced like the fluttering sleeves of a goddess's dress.
The ancient dance is beautiful and strange.
However, there is a unique beauty in the murals of flying goddesses.
The scene before my eyes is like a dream.
Zhao Rong held a small red flower in his hand and smiled as he looked up.
And the next second.
The transparent woman in the fluttering fairy skirt paused, looked back, and extended a hand towards Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong: “…”