Master said that so-called cultivation is actually to open up your mind, think about various problems in life, solve problems, and develop your intelligence and your brain. Therefore, people with a high cultivation level will gain some strength from it.
Some people call this technique, which is fundamentally different from her.
Master also said that there are people who know how to protect against fire, water, and birds. His old man gave an example. There is a country where there are a group of villains who know how to protect against crows. That's right. Control the crow and let the crow use it.
However, the technique is always a technique, and it is easy to decipher it.
Everyone thinks that she knows how to protect against fire, even the emperor's father thinks so.
She knows how to control some matter and energy. Fire is one of them. She just happens to be better, which doesn't mean she can't control water.
It's just that the king of the town said that water can overcome fire, which is barely reasonable, but by extension, it is not difficult to understand that gold, wood, water, fire and earth are mutually reinforcing and restraining. He only focuses on mutual restraint, but does not know about mutual growth.
Water grows wood, and wood makes fire, but many people don't think so.
It's just that the igloo at the bottom of the lake is really magical, like a glass house, and you can see fish swimming outside.
There are strange people in Jin Guo, which makes Zelan very excited.
She likes to stay with her brothers, because she is not special only when she is with them.
However, she also desires that she can have friends.
She intends to stay in Jin Guo for the time being.
Naturally, it is impossible for him to send a letter to Daddy. Daddy's weak heart, if he knew that she was in Jin Guo's hands, wouldn't he be crazy
I communicated with the little phoenix and asked it to intercept all the letters sent from the king of the town.
For the first two days, the king of the town refused to let her come out, but only asked someone to deliver her food. Except for the hut, she could not go out, but even if she went to the hut, there were maids who knew martial arts guarding her.
Two days later, she could get out of the igloo, but she could not leave the lake. She could only sit on a small boat and look around.
Two guards stared at her.
On the fourth day, when she was on the upper reaches of the lake, she saw another small boat.
He was a young man wearing a brocade dress. He was about twelve or three years old. He was sitting on a small boat with a jade face and long eyebrows. His whole body exuded a cold breath. His eyes turned out to be light blue.
Zelan had seen many foreigners in modern times, all of whom had azure blue eyes, but this boy had a different eyes, pale blue and cold, giving people a feeling of indifference and loneliness.
A head of ink hair has not been tied on the smooth silk brocade, the sun like broken gold is swaying with the waves on the lake, and the golden light seems to be reflected in his eyes, but when he raised his head, It was still light blue, and there was no sunlight.
He is lonely.
Zelan knew it by just looking at it.
He also saw Zelan, slightly stunned, and looked at her fixedly.
Zelan showed him a charming smile. The guard wanted to paddle the boat away, but the paddle made a few strokes in the water, and the boat passed away as if not at his disposal.
About to collide, but the boat stopped.
The guard bowed his hands and saluted, "See the little master!"
"Is she?" The young man still looked at Zelan, with some doubts in his eyes. There were no children in the mansion. Where did this little girl come from
"In response to the little master, this is a guest of the prince!" the guard replied.
"Oh!" The boy lost interest at once, and the flash of light in his eyes went out.
Zelan jumped onto the boy's boat when the guard was about to row.
The landing was a little unstable and almost fell into the water.
One hand grabbed her wrist and whispered, "Be careful!"
Zelan smiled and said, "Thank you, you saved me."
The young man said indifferently: "No, you won't die if you fall into the lake, the guard will save you."
Zelan smiled mischievously and stretched out her hand in the sun, "My name is Zelan, I am glad to meet you!"
The young man stared blankly at the outstretched white jade hand, glowing in the sun.
Zelan, the name is really nice.
"Zelan..." he said the name.
"Yes, what about you? What's your name?" Zelan retracted her hand, not feeling embarrassed, smiling charmingly, with a pretty demeanor, making people feel comfortable inexplicably.
"You can call me Xiao Wu!" the boy said.
Zelan's eyes were shining, and she was a little happy, "Coincidentally, my father is also ranked fifth, but my mother calls him the fifth child!"
The teenager looked at her smile, and his heart moved in shock.
Zelan looked at him, "Are you the emperor?"
The boy's face became cold, "What did he tell you? Did he let you approach me?"
Zelan shook his head, "I guess, the Emperor of the Kingdom of Jin ranked fifth, and they called you the little master, I think you are the emperor of the Kingdom of Jin."
But, I heard that the Emperor of the Kingdom of Jin is only ten years old. Why does he look like he is 13 or 4 years old? Grow old
The boy did not make a sound, his lips pressed slightly, his face even more cold.
Zelan didn't seem to feel his coldness, and said warmly: "I live in that igloo, you have time to come and play with me!"
"You are his guest, unless he asks you to come close to me, otherwise, I can't find you to play." There is no light in the boy's eyes, and there is dead silence.
Zelan curled her lips and smiled, "Why do you have to listen to him? I don't listen to my father at all, I have to be independent."
The boy sneered, "You are a child and you don't know anything."
Zelan tilted her head, her small face glowing, "You are also a child. Children can make mistakes occasionally. Adults and children care about it. Then adults are always wrong. Everyone in the world knows this truth."
The boy looked at her, his eyes seemed to move.
Zelan spit out a flame-like tongue, and then put it back in an instant. The soft body leaned over, suppressing the voice, so that the guards did not hear, "You made a mistake at the age of thirteen, and he must forgive you, but you ten Making mistakes at the age of eight, he can take your head."
The young man's face changed suddenly, and he looked at her suddenly. For a while, I didn't know that he asked her to say this sentence. It was really a good advice from a simple meeting, or perhaps it was just a child's unintentional word.
However, this sentence is of great significance to him.
His faint blue eyes gradually filled with reddish colors.
Zelan watched, smiled, and looked back at the igloo at the bottom of the lake, but it started to dissolve gradually.
Look, fire can melt ice, Zelan smiled happily.
"Little brother, we will meet again!" Zelan said.
The boy grabbed her wrist and stared at her, "After ten years, if I am not dead, I will marry you!"
Zelan smiled more and more, "Then you will be beaten to death by my father."
"I'm not afraid, your father is no more fierce than the person I want to deal with!" the boy said with a low voice.
Zelan doesn't think so, father is not fierce, but if someone wants to marry her, he can be fierce and fierce enough to kill.
"How old are you this year?" Zelan asked him, always asking how old he is in ten years and whether he has reached the legal age for marriage.
The boy hesitated, "I'm thirteen years old, but he keeps telling people that I'm ten years old."
Zelan understood that when he was thirteen years old, he would have to return the country to him in three years. If he was only ten years old, there would be six years left. The king of the town had altered his age.
"You are the only person besides him who knows my age." The young man was suddenly wary.
"This is our secret!" Zelan smiled beautifully.
"Secret?" The boy muttered these two words.
She jumped back on her small boat and fell steadily. The surface of the water didn't have any ripples, and the sun shone straight down, shining on her white skin, red eyes, and the dreamlike person. Turning around, it seemed to be a belt. All the good things in the world are gone.
There was still a burning sensation on the young boy's fingers. In the long-term cold, it seemed that he had never felt the warmth. This feeling of warmth or even scorching was like this.