Chapter 311 Xue Xian Tianqingjing

   A different kind of "mist" diffused from the ground, or from the mountains, and was perceived by Xu Guangling from vague to clear.

   When this perception was clear and stabilized, it spread all over the mountains and fields, so that the entire sky that Xu Guangling could sense was already filled with this kind of fog.

   Then a strange event that was not expected by Xu Guangling happened.

   Mist like the wind.

   And in his "dreamland", the five-colored flower that seemed to never move, actually swayed with the mist.

  No, not rocking, but cheering.

   In other words, excited.

  Xu Guangling sensed with great certainty that under the infiltration of the wind and mist, the five flowers of red, yellow, blue, white, and black were all changing!

  Red flowers and yellow flowers have already completed blooming.

  Xu Guangling had always thought that nothing in this world could be more beautiful than them, but then he realized that he was wrong. There is a more beautiful existence. - their own upgrades.

   is more beautiful than the peerless elegance, what is it?

  Words are always so scarce.

   Once upon a time, Xu Guangling was a "little writer", and he was quite famous in several local newspapers. If there was a lot of hype at that time, it might not have been possible to win the titles of "teenage prodigy", "genius writer" and so on.

   But that was a long time ago.

   It's been a long time, and at this moment, "Xu Zhuoyan" cannot find any words that can be used to describe the beauty he sees.

   Xu Guangling never studied painting, but he does know how to paint now.

   Just like the painting in the park some time ago, although it is the first painting in my life, there are too many shortcomings and points that can be pointed out, but objectively speaking, the level is quite good.

  The disadvantage of that painting lies in the technique, but the advantage is that a good painting comes from a skillful hand.

   But there is no color in the world that can compare to the splendor that Xu Guangling sees now.

Red, yellow, these two flowers are solid single colors, but at this moment, the feeling is immersed in it, Xu Guangling clearly sees 100 million colors in this solid single color, from light to dark, from light to light. An exhibition of colors that gather together from the bright to the deep.

   Xu Guangling's painting level, in front of such a sample, can only be rated zero.

   In addition to writing and painting, Xu Guangling also understands music, and among these three, music is his best, his "old line".

   But at this moment, Xu Guangling only felt a lack of consciousness.

   Countless melodies are flowing in my consciousness, but all the melodies are too monotonous, too boring, and too pale.

The red and yellow flowers swayed gently in Xu Guangling's dream. I don't know if they moved with the fog or if the fog moved with them. In short, they swayed and swayed. I saw the two flowers, more and more brilliant.

  It was also at this time that Xu Guangling realized that the blossoming of flowers is not the end, nor the ultimate.

   The next moment, his attention shifted from the red and yellow flowers to the other three.

  Red and yellow have finished blooming.

  Cyan flowers are in the process of changing.

   The white and black flowers are the same as before.

   At this time, something that made Xu Guangling even a little horrified happened on these three flowers.

   These three flowers are swaying, and then swaying, the dullness and variegation on their bodies are eliminated at a speed that is thousands of times faster than before!

  Xu Guangling almost watched helplessly, well, he is just conscious perception at the moment.

In perception, he saw that the cyan flower swirls, swirls, swirls again... And then in this water-like rippling, the flower bud that should have changed and completed at least half a month later, It was just like that, petal by petal, slowly blooming.

   And when it blooms, it also means that all the flaws have faded away, and all the bleak and variegated colors that existed before have become a thing of the past.

  Now it is only bright, only crystal, and only elegant.

   Xu Guangling even had an emotion in his heart at this time, and that emotion was called moving.

   was moved by this transformation.

   Moved by an incomprehensible beauty.

   And the remaining two white and black flowers, although they still look like buds, their changes can be clearly seen!

  Xu Guangling was completely immersed in the five-color flower landscape.

   Until the swinging of the five-colored flower stopped at some point, then, consciousness returned, and the eyes of the sky started again. At this time, Xu Guangling realized that the sky was already dark, and the fluttering snow had already stopped.

  Xu Guangling moved from stillness, moving slowly, the snow on his body was scattered by him little by little, until after a few volleys, all the snow was removed.

   A weather like this.

   A heavy snow took away all the clouds, all the fog.

   It was twilight now, and Xu Guangling could not determine the exact time, because the sun had already set and the moon had not come out.

  The sky was full of stars, but Xu Guangling didn't know much about the stars. At this time, standing here, looking up at the sky, only the Big Dipper could be identified by Xu Guangling, well, the North Star also counts, and all the other stars are unfamiliar to him.

   According to the big spoon, it is possible to locate the time, but Xu Guangling did not understand.

   After he goes back, he will take time to make up for this lesson, um, "Elementary Astronomy".

   "The long-distance Altair, the Hannv of the Jiaojiao River."

   "The fine clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless people in the world."

   There are so many beautiful expressions in ancient poems, but now he has no understanding of these two stars at all, which should not be the case.

   But in fact, it is also excusable.

   Xu Guangling lives in the city most of the time, and most of the cities in China are not very friendly to the sky and the stars. And this is not very friendly, enough to dispel the impracticality of most people.

  How many people are there to watch the moon and stars in the four seas and eight wastelands in Kyushu?

   Looking up and looking at the sky, such a simple action has basically become an ancient legend.

  Some thoughts of Piaoping flashed through Xu Guangling's consciousness, but they only passed by in a flash.

  It was evening.

   But not dim.

   The snow all over the place makes this place so bright that it is not even darker than the daytime. But because it is indeed night, there is a different kind of demeanor.

   Clouds open, fog dissipates.

  The wind stopped and the snow stopped.

  Xu Guangling stands on the top of the mountain and looks out from the six.

  The sky is like washing, dark and deep blue, and dazzling stars are dotted in it, embellishing the whole sky into an extremely complex and beautiful diamond exhibition hall. Xu Guangling stood in this place "not more than a foot away from the sky", as if he could pick one, two or three if he casually stretched out his hand.

  The earth, wrapped in silver makeup, is like the world of Yaotai.

   Tianchi also revealed her full face at this moment, but she was an ice beauty in a snow gauze.

   If Xu Guangling wanted to see her smile and look back, he would have to wait for more than 200 hours of sunrise and moonset.

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