Chapter 806 The Third Miss of the Windbreaker

There is no sky on the top, no land on the bottom, no ancients in the front, and no one in the back. It is vast in all directions.

I can't tell if it's water vapor, fog vapor, or yin vapor. Shi Ba even suspected that the noise under the cloud Xuanwu under his feet was not water but steam, not water flow but steam. Under some kind of inexplicable guidance, it flows or drifts to the west. They and the Xuanwu under their feet are like semi-finished products on the assembly line. They are motionless, carried by tracks and flow to the vast future, which is the vast future and unknown.

What they will do next is the way forward as they see with their naked eyes. I was at a loss and unpredictable.

As the saying goes, love the house, hate the house. According to Fangfeng's bad father-daughter relationship. It is really difficult for the two of them to imagine how they can reverse the universe and turn the tide after they boarded the legendary Qingdao, so that the third lady of the windbreak can help them.

Don't say help them. It's polite and polite not to hinder them.

This is also their most gratifying point.

Shi Ba tentatively threw out a piece of cloud stone and turned it into Xuanwu. After drifting into the Santu River, there was no huge wave on the river surface, and Shiba's Xuanwu rushed back to the river bank.

The river just flows quietly, just like the normal situation.

Then the two of the eight Tangs carefully boarded Xuanwu. Waiting for the judgment of the mysterious third lady.

Either he was acquitted, or sentenced to death... with a suspended execution.

In a word, so far, Shi Tang and Tang are standing on the back of Xuanwu.

Fangfeng on the river bank disappeared into the vast fog as early as three breaths after they boarded the "boat". Until now, the legendary Qingdao has disappeared at a loss after three hours of time.

The sound of water in my ears has not changed at all, and the vast fog in my sight has not changed. Only when they passed by, there was a faint and visible turbulence around them.

For three hours, they have been carried forward by a slow river in the vast fog.

If it weren't for the faint turbulence around them, they couldn't even be sure whether they were moving forward in a trance.

"If there is no reference, people can't detect whether they are moving in a straight line at a constant speed." In the boredom, Shi Tang and the two of them chatted endlessly.

"The last time I took the train, I saw the train next to the window moving, and I almost had the illusion that my car was going backwards..."

"I still remember that when I was very young, I had a dream in which I probably had such an environment. The white film, I can't see the sky when I look up, and I can't see the ground when I look down. I don't even know whether it's the ground under my feet, or I'm just floating in mid-air.

Then I ran desperately or floated forward.

I don't know what I'm chasing or avoiding.

Forget.

But I still remember the mood at that time.

Urgent, urgent, anxious, worried, confused, confused, I don't know where I come from, I don't know where I am, I don't know where I will go, I don't know if the next step will be empty, whether the front is a cliff, the bottomless abyss, and I don't know what I am Why run like this?

What was I chasing at that time? Or are you avoiding something?"

"Is it such a dream? I seem to have done it too. But the details are a little different. I dreamed that I was on the grave. The ancestral tomb of my hometown is a quiet valley. It is buried by my great-grandmother or Taizu, as well as other uncles and brothers of that generation. I floated in the sky, like a phosphorus fire, floating there, floating, unable to be independent. I can't see it. It's dark all around. Endless darkness, no light. But I can know where it is. Then it floated and I didn't know. I don't know where I have drifted. Either it is still in place, or it has drifted to an inexplicable place. Because at that time, I could neither see nor know.

The only difference may be that in the complete darkness and the unknown, I suddenly have an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

It's like, there's nothing there, and there's really nothing there, so I don't worry about anything, I don't have to pay attention to anything, I don't have to worry about anything.

That's probably how it feels."

"Is the dream you mentioned really the same or similar to the dream I said? Why didn't I hear anything similar at all?

"It's all the same. I don't know what I can't see. Aren't they all the same? It is said that most people have had similar dreams. I just remember some, and some forget. Some remember more, some remember less.

It is said that this is the embodiment of the confusion in the human heart.

"Just like Socrates or who said it? My only knowledge is to know my ignorance?

Is that what you said? Is there such a saying?"

"I don't remember clearly. That's probably what I said."

"Why hasn't it arrived yet? When will it arrive? Have we already missed it? Has it drifted over? Have you drifted through the Qingdao or the island of forgetfulness, and drifted into the boundless Qinghai or the sea of forgetfulness?

"It's okay, it's okay. At worst, send it back and do it again.

"Then I'll lie down for a while!"

"Then I'll meditated."

"Aren't you unable to get in?"

"...Then I'll lie down for a while!"

"Good! Let's have a talk! The most popular night activity in the student dormitory!"

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"Why is Qingdao called Wangqing Island, and Qinghai is also called Wangqinghai?"

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"I know! Forget about it. Forgetting is a dead heart. After the death of the heart, isn't there only one green word left? So Qing is the love of death, and the love of love is forgetfulness! Forgetting love is green!"

It's a little interesting. Who gave you this name, these two names?

"Didn't you move here according to the name of Yangjian? Mount Tai is mapped to Lake Tai, Tai Lake is mapped to Tai Mountain, the Yellow River is mapped to Huang Mountain, and Mount Heng is mapped to the Ganges River. Qingdao here is mapped to Qinghai (lake) between Yangjian, and Qinghai is mapped to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau!

It is said that in addition to the large map in the north, there is also a larger sea area, which is reflected by the Siberian Plateau in Yangjian.

"So is it called the Siberian Sea? It tastes completely bad!"

Tang: "So it's not called the Siberian Sea.

It is called the Underworld Sea, also known as the Nine Sea. That is the legendary Jiuyou Land.

It is said that in the far east, some people have been to the highest mountain in the underworld, the legendary Mariana Mountain.

"The taste of this mountain name is still bad!"

"It's okay. It feels similar to the Himalayas. Himalayas, Himalayas, Mariana. There is only one word left."

"The underworld, the underworld! Do you have a feeling?"

"How does it feel?"

"Sloose! That's what the underworld in this game gives me that feeling. It's loose, as if you can have everything, but it seems that there is nothing. I'm still not sure what's in this world.

"It's like our mission this time."

"Well, it's really suspense."

"The most empty thing is that we know that there is a dispute in Fangfeng's family, but we don't know what kind of dispute it is.

It's like we know a door. There is some danger behind the door, but we don't know what kind of danger it is.

"Then our imagination can follow the direction of danger and magnify the danger infinitely. Magnify to the limit of our imagination.

"So the most horrible horror film has always been this kind of horror between the unknown and the known. If you don't know anything, or know everything clearly, it won't be so horrible.

It seems to be far away again."

"Let's think about how to be cute next to please an old woman of many years old, so that she can help us finish this matter quickly!

I still have a lot of things to do, such as going to the north to build the Rasha Kingdom. You still have something to do, right?"

"Yes. Go to the north to find the legendary place of Xuanwu.

"Although it's all in the north. It's a pity..."

"I don't know how old the old woman is... Are you talking about me?"

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"I seem to have heard a strange sound just now? Was that what you were talking about? Don't pretend to be a woman's voice, okay?"

"I didn't. Aren't you pretending?"

"But the sound sounds like it's next to you? Nearby?"

Tang Xiao opened his eyes.

Sit up.

Xuanwu was shocked and crooked, and almost fell into the cold yin steam.

However, he directly ignored this small detail.

Just look at the person in front of you.

Women.

A gentle woman. Clear and thin, the eyebrows are picturesque, the belt is like the wind, and it is ethereal. It seems to be close in front of you, and it seems to be far away from the sky.

gives people an unreal sense of classicism. It's just like a woman coming out of an ancient picture. It's not a fine brushwork, but a white sketch, not a realistic, but a freehand brushwork. A few strokes only outline the most graceful outline, and the remaining details are like hidden in the vast blank, which can be imagined and gallop at will.

"Interesting!

It seems that the horror film theory just now can also be applied elsewhere!

For example, a beautiful woman. The most beautiful woman is probably like this. Give a general outline, which makes people's imagination think in the direction of beauty. Hide all other details, so that our imagination can be exerted to the extreme without restriction. In the imagination, supplement and complete a beautiful beauty to the extreme!

Just like the door that knows that there is horror hidden behind it but doesn't know what horror and how horrible it is, so our imagination can play at will to imagine how horrible it is!"

What Tang Xiaoba saw was such a beauty.

A hazy beauty. From what you can see, you can know that she is beautiful. But I can't see the specific details of how beautiful it is. So I can only imagine, so my imagination naturally adds how beautiful it is.

It took a long time for them to notice the island behind her.

The clouds on the island are not thick, and it can be seen far away. However, the beauty in front of her seems to be hidden in the looming mist.

Is this because the other party is so bright and touching that it makes the viewer have an illusion? Or is it the wonderful magic of the other party's talent? They don't know.

They only know that if it is not bad as expected, it is the legendary Qingdao or Forgetting Island.

Most of the hazy beauty in front of us is said to be the only resident on the island. The third lady of the windbreaker: windbreaker.