There is the sound of rushing waves.
The Goddess Tower is built near the sea, and I don't feel it during the day, but at night, the waves coming from the sea hit the base of the tower, which is especially clear to my ears.
The sound of the waves was orderly, and after listening to it for a long time, and because of the shipwreck last night, she hardly closed her eyes, Yue Jinghua fell asleep in the sound of the waves unknowingly.
In her sleep, Xu Shi felt a bit chilly, and she curled up and curled up.
Inside the lighthouse, the more than one thousand holy patterns are still shining brightly.
Hearing the sound of rustling in the corner of the lichen, Qingpu suddenly appeared in the lighthouse.
His golden eyes stared at Yue Jinghua who was sleeping soundly on the ground, and then looked around.
The night wind blowing from the sea carried a hint of coolness.
Glancing at Yue Jinghua curled up in a ball on the ground, he hesitated for a moment, took off the robe from his body, and was about to cover Yue Jinghua's body when he suddenly heard a voice coming from the other side of the sea. There was a piercing whistling sound.
Two bushy eyebrows raised, Qingpu retracted her robe, and walked to the tower window.
Throwing the wizard robe in his hand into the sea, he saw that the wizard robe quickly expanded as if it had grown wings, and it was pitch black, like a bat king with spread wings, straight into the sea.
When the witch robe entered the sea, suddenly there was a big wave more than ten meters high on the sea level, and it rushed towards the open sea with great momentum.
In an instant, the sea was full of waves, and the ear-piercing whistling sound was suppressed.
The word "Chuan" was wrinkled between Qingpu's forehead, he looked a little tired, with his hands resting on the tower window, the tear mole at the corner of his eye gleamed.
Qingpu stood by the tower window for a full night, her tall figure blocking the sea breeze blowing from the sea.
Without the sea breeze, the lighthouse also seemed warmer.
Yue Jinghua had a good night's sleep, and only around dawn did she turn over and wake up.
As soon as she woke up, she felt that there was something different in the room, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Qingpu standing beside the tower window like a watchman stone.
The blue-patterned robe he used to wear was gone, and he was only wearing a sky-blue inner jacket, which was embroidered with exquisite gold silk patterns, and his long hair was lifted high in the morning wind.
At that moment, Qingpu's back looked particularly bleak, both real and illusory.
It seems that he has stood there for thousands of years.
illusory
Yue Jinghua suddenly realized something, she noticed a long figure dragging on the ground.
Before and after sunrise, the sky was not bright yet.
Qingpu stood by the window sill, his broad shoulders almost blocked the entire sky.
Only a few wisps of mischievous sunlight slipped in from the gap in the back of the green catfish, drawing a back on the ground.
Back view!
The spirit body has no back.
Thinking of the last time at sea, with Qingpu's warm arms and fiery breath so close at hand, Yue Jinghua shivered.
No, she almost forgot.
Last time, Qingpu threw himself into the sea in an extremely ungentlemanly manner. He is no longer an erratic spirit.
"Qingpu, what's the matter with your body?" Yue Jinghua was a little annoyed, staring at Qingpu's back.
In fact, Qingpu has already noticed the two eyes on his back that are sharper than knives and awls.
He didn't answer either, but he pushed the pole hard on his arm, and with a beautiful jump, his long legs crossed the window sill.
Yue Jinghua was startled, this kid couldn't think about jumping off the tower, right? This is a goddess tower with 13 floors and a height of more than 100 meters.
Qingpu jumped lightly, and just stepped out with a pair of long legs. He sat on the tower window, his feet dangling in the air, and his long hair fluttered like a demon snake.
He patted the tower window with his hand, motioning for Yue Jinghua to go over.
Yue Jinghua thought for a while, and imitated his appearance and sat straddling the window sill of the high tower.
This sitting was at a height of 100 meters, and wisps of clouds were already floating beside the window sill. As far as the eye can see, on the sea level ahead, a few red-billed gulls rising in the morning fly towards the rising sun.
On the sea, that round of red sun was as bright as a jewel, jumping up from the other end of the sea little by little.
"Do you think that round of red sun looks like the holy pattern on the top of the tower? At first glance, the rays of light are charming to the eyes and ears, but in fact, they are all shot from the red sun. Everything returns to its original state. It’s all about things.” Qingpu seems to be in a good mood today, without the usual venomous tongue and trickery, but what he said, Yue Jinghua has a half-knowledge and doesn’t understand it.
"You've been in the Sea of Star Consciousness. You've been here for too long. Haven't seen the light for too long? And what's the matter with your body? Can you see the sun? Don't be ashes like a ghost when you see the sun. Annihilated?" Yue Jinghua is still not used to the changes in Qingpu, and doesn't pay much attention to his so-called light and red sun.
"It's been a long time since I watched the sunrise from a high place. It reminded me of the scene when I watched the sunrise. I was emotional for a while, so I said too much. My profound strength is recovering, and it can appear for several hours a day. The holy pattern here It's a bit mysterious, and it's good for you to learn more," Qing Pu saw that Yue Jinghua didn't react much, didn't point it out, stood up, and wanted to leave.
"Hey, you haven't explained clearly yet, how did you recover your profound strength? Watching the sunrise from a high place?" Yue Jinghua became more and more mysterious as he heard it.
"A high place, a height of 100,000 meters," Qingpu smiled evilly, "If there is a chance, I will take you to see the real sunrise."
While speaking, his figure has disappeared.
"Pretending to be a ghost," Yue Jinghua said angrily.
After Qingpu left, the lighthouse became empty again.
The food that Chixi delivered last night was already cold, so Yue Jinghua had to ignite the Chaoqinglian fire, heated up a bun, and ate a few mouthfuls carelessly.
When she was chewing the buns, the corners of her eyes fell on the holy patterns on the top of the tower from time to time, and Qingpu's words appeared in her mind by accident.
Sunrise and light
The sea is already bright, and under the sun, the entire sea level turns into colorful.
Yue Jinghua dropped the bun in his hand and jumped up.
She raised her head and stared at the holy pattern above the lighthouse.
Every texture is so fine, every one is so unique.
They are the most outstanding works and have existed in the lighthouse for more than 800 years.
"One thousand and eight holy patterns seem to be one thousand and eight holy patterns, but in fact each of their strokes is independent. Just like a ray of sunshine, each color seems to be different, but in fact it is , they are all part of the sun. One part, yes, it is a part, these holy patterns seem to be independent, but they are actually a whole, and they are a new independent pattern, "Yue Jing Hua's gaze was like a pen running on paper, and finally, the pen landed in the middle of the dome of the lighthouse.
There was a smile on her lips, "I see, it is composed of one thousand and eight holy patterns, a brand new pattern, or should I say, a brand new divine pattern."