After Ling Xuanluo settled Jiang Nanjun, he left him for the time being and returned to the Floating Life Palace. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After being away from home for a long time, he felt that he should go into his room for a while to talk about the homesickness he had been feeling all along. But standing at the door of the room, he was surprised to notice that Xi Mutong had come back and helped him clean up the room.

He couldn't bear the intense pain of missing his relatives, so he didn't dare to enter the room, so he turned around and went straight to Mingzhu Peak.

Walking to the top, he unconsciously stood up, and on the eve of his departure to the East China Sea, he sat and watched the place of the Ethereal Palace. Time passed, and he looked at the True Dragon Peak here again, and there was a sigh in his heart.

The roof of the Ethereal Hall, as in the past, was shrouded in a thin, golden layer of sunlight. The scenery of the wind and the warm sun did not bring any joyful atmosphere to the lonely palace, but showed its bleakness even more.

His mind drifted into the night, imagining that since the night his aunt left with the Ice Beast, the Ethereal Hall had never been lit again. As long as it is night, it will be swallowed by darkness, will that kind of scene make people mistakenly think that there is a large mausoleum standing on the top of the real dragon peak?

The mountain wind stirred the shadows of the trees, and that little movement made him have the illusion that he was still on the eve of departure, and his aunt did not separate at midnight, but was about to turn on the lights and candles in the hall, and then came out with the guqin, sat on the rock in front of the cliff, and played the breathless "Far Return".

After all, it was daylight, and the strong sunlight dispelled his illusions, so he continued to walk forward and came to the glazed dazzling waterfall.

This waterfall is a natural waterfall with a fantastical beauty of light and shadow, but unfortunately its beauty is only revealed at night. In the daytime, although it can also highlight the momentum of thousands of galloping horses, but no matter which side you look at, you can only see the white, scattered splashing water, and the mystery hidden in the waterfall can not be seen by who he is.

He listened attentively to the roar of the water, and had a whim, wanting to try to use his immortal eye power to see the wall of flying fire in the daytime. So he raised his fingers, and when the starlight shone from his fingertips, he pointed to his brow.

The Flying Fire Streamer Wall is the biggest secret of Jiluo Mountain, and all the people who have seen it are only at night, and no one dares to hope that this wall of light can be found during the day.

Ling Xuanluo just missed Xi Mutong too much, so he intended to take advantage of this test to vent his inner anguish, and he didn't expect any miracle to happen to him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the starlight at the fingertips penetrated into the center of the eyebrows, the huge streamer picture was clearly displayed in front of him, and the illusory light fell into the eyes, which matched seamlessly with the bright daylight.

"How is this possible? I can also see the Flying Fire Streamer Wall created by my aunt with spiritual power during the day? I'm afraid that even my aunt herself has never made such an attempt, right? Does this mean that maybe one day, I can create the eighth layer of Pointing Heaven Zen by myself?"

He was stunned, unable to tell whether what was flooding his heart was sweet or bitter, happy or sad.

Now that he sees this wall of light again, he will no longer be dizzy, and naturally he no longer needs to cover his eyes with a silk handkerchief.

But he was still looking forward to it, hoping that a warm big hand would appear behind him and gently put it on the Tianchi acupoint above his head. He didn't need that big hand to calm his mind, he just needed to help him and stop the sadness in his heart.

So he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and imagined that the hand was reaching over, and it was about to touch him, but after a long time, the mountain wind still blew on his cheeks, and it was so gentle that he was intoxicated, but above his head, nothing happened. (To be continued.) )