He Ziyou sat lazily on the high cliff, his eyes lowered, as if he was about to fall asleep. Above his head, a full moon was emitting a faint moonlight. Not far away, the soft, silver-white moonlight blended with the gray-black night sky, which was beautiful.
The sound of sea water hitting the coast is heard constantly from under the cliff, rushing, rushing, rushing. In this quiet night, this sound seems very beautiful.
The peak below He Ziyou is called Wangxing Peak. This Wangxing Peak is about 150 or 60 kilometers away from Xingyao City. Because it stands next to the sea and is steep and towering, it has become famous far and wide over time. of mountain peaks.
After leaving Xingyao City, He Ziyou came here.
Counting the time, he has been here for seven full days. During these seven days, he ate the fruits he had prepared before when he was hungry, and condensed dew when he was thirsty. At the same time, he continued to use his mental power to condense his body. In just seven days, his body lost a full circle of weight. From a distance, it looks like a skeleton.
Although his body looks a lot thinner, his eyes appear sharper.
When he was at home, he suddenly thought of what You Zihe said to him, and how You Zihe asked him to practice alchemy magic patterns. After thinking for a moment, he left a note in the room and left the room.
Since You Zihe asked him to practice the alchemical pattern, he has often been thinking about how to truly cultivate the alchemical pattern in his free time, and how to truly understand the power of the alchemical pattern.
After softening the memories of ten contemporary strong men, he understood that to practice alchemical patterns, one must first understand the meaning of each alchemical pattern and the source of the power of the alchemical patterns.
After looking for a random map in Xingyao City, he found Wangxing Peak and teleported several times to reach Wangxing Peak.
He decided to practice the alchemy pattern of wind first. Then, he first needs to understand what wind is!
In his mind, he was constantly imagining the alchemical magic pattern representing the wind. Every line, every stroke and every stroke was clearly visible, and the meaning of every stroke and every stroke was also flowing in He Ziyou's heart.
Once, twice, three times
I don¡¯t know how many times I have engraved it. Gradually, the alchemical pattern in He Ziyou¡¯s heart became clearer and clearer, and his understanding of the alchemical pattern of wind became more and more profound. I don¡¯t know how long it took, but suddenly, the wind picked up.
Then¡¡
A music score appeared in He Ziyou's mind, and a piece of music appeared in the air.
The melody of that piece of music is sometimes passionate, sometimes calm; sometimes violent, sometimes docile; sometimes it whizzes by, like a shooting star running wildly, and sometimes the breeze blows on your face, like the caress of a lover.
Listening to the song quietly and looking at the music score that appeared in front of him, He Ziyou suddenly stood up. He opened his arms and stood up as if to embrace the whole world. Then, his body It swayed slightly in the night wind.
Boom, boom, boom
Bang bang bang.
I don¡¯t know how long it took, but the music of the wind disappeared, leaving only the slow but firm heartbeat of He Ziyou. But He Ziyou's body was still swaying gently in the wind, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, like a green leaf dancing in the wind.
Phew!
The sound of wind suddenly sounded in his heart, and He Ziyou opened his eyes suddenly.
Time passed quietly. At this time, the first ray of sunshine was shining through the colorful clouds in the sky and shining on He Ziyou.
Phew
Facing the rising sun, He Ziyou breathed out gently.
Phew!
The wind is blowing!
Feeling the breeze blowing against his face, He Ziyou smiled.
He closed his eyes again, feeling the breeze surrounding him and the air swimming around him. He put all his attention on this breeze and this air.
Then, He Ziyou's hand suddenly moved.
At this moment, he did not deliberately think about the melody of the wind, nor the music of the wind, nor what the wind was. He just slowly raised his hand and drew one flash after another in the air. Lines with cyan light.
Every line clearly expresses He Ziyou¡¯s feelings about the wind, whether it is big or small, steady or passionate.
As the lines become more and more numerous and brighter, the wind surrounding He Ziyou gradually becomes stronger and reaches??In the end, it even turned into a loud roar.
But He Ziyou still painted and carved
Gradually, the sound of the wind became smaller and smaller. Eventually, the wind died down. A small, but very clear tune echoed between heaven and earth.
It seems like a gentle whisper, it seems like a heroic roar, it seems like a low whisper, it seems like a loud call, this tune is constantly changing, sometimes low, sometimes high, but no matter how the tune changes, listening to this tune, you can Make people indulge in it. Just listening to this music will make you feel extremely happy.
By the end, the sound of the song was getting louder and louder, as if the whole world was responding to the song.
The wind is invisible and traceless; the wind is gentle but violent. Wind is heroic, wind is tenderness, wind is freedom!
Feeling the air flowing around him and the cool wind, He Ziyou suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the rising sun, and smiled.
With a gentle stroke of your hand, the last stroke condenses and takes shape in the air.
Phew!
As a gust of breeze blew by, the condensed wind alchemy magic pattern was suspended in the air. While exuding a faint green light, a powerful and joyful aura spread out from the magic pattern.
¡°It¡¯s finally done!¡±
He Ziyou smiled slightly, jumped slightly, and a breeze appeared under his body. He flew towards Xingyao City lightly like catkins in the wind.
If anyone were here, they would find that He Ziyou's flying speed was not only extremely fast, but also when he used the power of wind to fly, his whole body did not make a unique whistling sound. It seemed that at this moment, he had transformed into a real The gentle breeze blends between heaven and earth.
"Aunt Xin, when will dad come back?" Angel held her chin, lying on the soft sofa, and asked He Xin who was working in the kitchen. Since becoming He Ziyou's daughter, this is the first time An Qier has been away from He Ziyou for so long. She has not been able to see He Ziyou for several days. Angel has always looked listless.
Hearing her question, Ye Xiaorou, who had been reading quietly beside her, also raised his head and looked towards the kitchen. He Ziyou has disappeared for seven days. Although she has always shown a nonchalant expression during this period, she is actually very worried about He Ziyou, fearing that something might happen to her new father.
"Don't worry, your dad will be back soon." He Xin cooked the vegetables skillfully, not forgetting to comfort Angel. At first, she didn't like the niece her brother brought back very much, but through this period of time together, the lively and sensible An Qier and the quiet and intelligent Ye Xiaorou left a deep impression on her, and she also vaguely liked the two girls in her heart. Seen as one's own relatives. "Didn't you also read the note he left? He said he would be back in six or seven days, or in half a month."
"Oh." Although she had heard the same answer dozens of times, Angel still smiled sweetly when she heard that her Aunt Xin was sure that her father would be back soon.
Although He Xin didn't look back, He Xin seemed to be able to see the smile on An Qier's face and shook her head slightly. She couldn't help but feel resentful towards He Ziyou, the eldest brother who suddenly came back and left suddenly. "Brother bastard, forget it if you bring your two daughters back. You only came back for a while, and then you left a note and left What a bastard!" She had already made up her mind that when He Ziyou came back, he would do nothing. Pay attention to him.
"dad!"
At this moment, Angel¡¯s excited voice suddenly came from the hall. "Aunt Xin is indeed right, dad is back!"
Looking at He Ziyou who had become a little thinner, An Qier pouted her mouth in dissatisfaction. "Dad, where have you been these past few days? Angel has been worried about you to death. Humph, dad is bad. He won't take Angel with him when he leaves."
"Haha." He Ziyou smiled and touched Angel's head and said. "Dad also wanted to go out on a whim. If the same thing happens in the future, dad will definitely take Angel out, okay?"
"Yeah!" Angel nodded heavily with a sweet smile on her face.
"Take me with you too." Ye Xiaorou came over at some point and grabbed the corner of He Ziyou's clothes with her white and tender hands.
He Ziyou was startled for a moment, then laughed. "Okay, daddy will definitely take you with him from now on."
Seeing that Ye Xiaorou actually stepped in, Angel glared at her angrily, but Ye Xiaorou seemed not to notice and turned her head to look away, making Angel even more angry.
Seeing this scene, He Ziyou suddenly wanted to laugh.
But before he could really laugh, a sound stopped him from laughing.