Sword and Magic and Clear Flow

The Temple of the Lord of Light in St. John Water City is the first cloud, with the same color as the cloud, and the chords of the melody are faintly transmitted from the cloud. It is ethereal and clear, and it is impossible to stop and listen. The ancient mysterious holy atmosphere is accompanied by the first sunshine. The whole holy city.

The outer walls of the central palace where the Pope lives are pure white and sacred. The corridors surrounding the palace have towering pillars. It is said that there are as many as [-] columns. They are carved with epic pictures of the God of Light and the saints walking in the world.

The temple complex stands in the west of the Guangming Holy Lake, built on the mountain, majestic and majestic, guarding the holy lake day and night with the momentum of embracing it.

The lake, known as the "Pupil of Light", reflects the sky, condensing the vast and endless blue into a faint green, with the same color of water and sky.When it is calm and there is no wind, it is like a bright mirror. When the breeze blows, sparkling waves are sparkled, and the broken gold is overflowing with color, which is too beautiful to behold.

"Although the Guangming Cult always fabricates unreliable things..." Montgostin sat in Sean's arms, put his arm around his neck and whispered in his ear: "However, when the Holy Faithful of Light fell in the This is true, the bones are in the lake, thousands of years have passed, they should have disappeared.”

Sean: "..." The story is very touching, but the picture is suddenly not so beautiful.

In addition to plugging the loopholes in the dimensional wall, this artificial river lake also has the functions of water storage and flood prevention.The upstream starts from the Sundae Mountains in the west, and the downstream Streamer River winds and twists through various urban areas of St. John's Water.

There is a river dam near the Singing Tribunal in Dongcheng District. From here, due to the drop of the mountain, it flows eastward into the sea.

To the north of the Liuguang River is the city of Pipewater, and to the south is the city of Modwater. Bridges of all sizes connect the two wings of the holy city.

It was winter in January at this time, and the water flowing through St. John's Water was lowered by a section of the embankment along the river. The gurgling water was a bit lonely, but the temple fairs on both sides of the river were bustling with the spontaneous formation of the Guangming God's Birthday Celebration, and people flowed along the river. The endless noise dilutes the bleakness of the dry season.

The sky is clear, the white clouds are leisurely, and the holy city is full of laughter and laughter.

Xiao and Gu hadn't experienced what the entertainment gathering in Pislan was like before, and Meng Gostin went to the God's Birthday Temple Fair with great interest as soon as he got excited.

There are people coming and going on the bridge across the river. At a glance, this treasure land with the largest traffic flow is occupied by fortune-telling stalls.

I saw that there were all kinds of banners, hanging signs, and tablecloth curtains written on them-"divination test characters", "half fairy fortune teller", "iron mouth", "one word becomes a prophecy", "touching the bones". "Looking at the face"..."Old genius doctor's pulse"?

And divination props are very mysterious, holy books, magic circles, crystal balls, gold and silver cards, candle sandboxes, bone dice, magic birds that talk...

There is also an orc shaman Baoxiang wearing a feather crown sitting solemnly behind the table. Fresh magic plants and crystal bottles of potions are placed on the table, and the sign hanging in front of it is "Hua Tuo is reborn".

Go to your Hua Tuo, where did Hua Tuo come from in the West Fantasy Continent.

Sean couldn't help but take off the invisible detection glasses, rubbed his temples, and the text in front of him returned to an incomprehensible combination of letters.

He understood the meaning of the system, but the style of Huafeng translation and the magic reality were very different, very different, and there was a slight sense of tearing—a headache.

"Are you tired? The child is old, let him walk on his own." Gu Qinghe was already upset when he saw Menggostin and Xiao En whispering head to head.

Montgostin is an old demon with thousands of years of experience... No, elf, he can naturally see his intentions, rolled his eyes on the spot, and continued to rest his chin on Sean's shoulder comfortably, only using The little eyes are provocative.

Lu Qinghe: "..." What a broken child, I really want to pick it up and throw it somewhere.

Sean: "No, there are many people in the temple fair, so what if you get lost?"

Gu Qinghe: "It's me, I'll carry you away."

"I want to ride a big horse." Montgostin took the opportunity to push forward.

The model second dad, Gu Qinghe reached out to take him, saying: "Come on, I really can't do anything with you." mmp in his heart.

Gu Qinghe is 1.9 meters tall, so his field of vision is much wider. Meng Gostin looked left and right happily, looking down at all living beings.

The end of the bridge connected to the bank is spacious, and some magic spar props are displayed on the street to test people's magical physique and talent.It was a small round table covered with finely crushed magic spar powder of various colors, and a transparent hollow crystal hemisphere was upside down on it, which was fixed with the round table as a whole.

There are such props in the Magic Association and all kinds of schools. Today, the Magic Association took advantage of the celebration and sent people out to test visitors for free, especially for children who have never been exposed to magic. Some clues can be seen from the talents that have not yet been finalized in the period.

The saying that three-year-olds look older than five-year-olds also exists in the Pislan continent.

At this time, with the encouragement of his family, a three-year-old little Douding, who was less than one meter tall, put his palm on the crystal hemisphere, and the flattened magic crystal dust floated up and was close to his palm. The colorful colors were really beautiful.

"Arcane department, you have good qualifications." The stall owner was wearing a dark green magic robe and a senior magician badge on his chest. She was a middle-aged female mage with long hair curled up in a flower pattern, gentle eyebrows and amiable eyes.

The two attendants next to him are junior mages, a handsome young man in a hunting suit, and a delicate girl in elegant clothes. The robes of both are not the traditional wide and straight style, but small half-length cloaks fixed on the shoulders , full of fashion sense.

The girl stuffed a macaron-pink spherical candy into Xiaodouding's hands, and said with a smile, "Grow up quickly, and study hard."

I don't know if the candy taste is too sweet or the young lady's smile is too sweet, Xiao Douding's saliva flowed down...

After a while, the hunting suit youth led another child to the test platform.As soon as the kid put his hand on it, only the fine and white magic crystal dust, as bright as the warm sun, floated up, covering the inner surface of the entire crystal hemisphere, glowing radiantly.

The middle-aged female mage smiled as warmly as a spring breeze, with faint crow's feet crawling up the corners of her eyes. This is a light magic physique. The talent is amazing at a young age. If it is well cultivated, it will be limitless after being finalized.

She held the child's hand and praised her, and the parents were overjoyed to hear it. Originally, they wanted to bring their children to the Holy City God's birthday celebration, and they also wanted to drop by the Rongguang Primary School affiliated to the seminary to see how the environment was, but... it sounds like It seems that a light mage has a better future than a priest?

The parents were in a high mood, and took the beautifully printed booklet from the senior mage with both hands, carefully flipping through it.As for the children in his family who tested their talents early, they don't know what to go to school or not to go to school. They are very happy if they have candy.

"Are you going to try it?" Sean looked at it for a while and asked Mongostin.

The Magic Association does this every year and festival to compete with the Holy See for students. What's the point, I'm a legendary magician at the top of the mainland—but that kind of candy is so beautiful and looks delicious.

Montgostin struggled for a while, then snorted, "Okay, let's try."

He put his hand close to the crystal hemisphere, and the magic crystal dust inside quickly retreated to the other end, clearing the table in an instant.

"Space system!" It's not been a year or two since the female mage came out on behalf of the Magic Association to test children's physique, and this is the first time she has seen the space system.

Ordinary people see the crystal dust retreat just to watch the excitement, but she can see the trajectory of all kinds of magic crystals. This child is only three or four years old, and his talent is already outstanding, so excited that he almost broke his voice.

The only space-type magician in the contemporary era is the Elder Menggostin, who has been unable to hide from the world for a long time. This child has the hope of becoming the second magician!

The shrunken version of Mongostin wore a small hood to cover her ears, so she couldn't tell the race, and she didn't have time to think about which of the two men was his father and how to give birth to the child, so she directly sent two pamphlets to them, and He took out a commemorative medal from the collection of the Central School of Magic in Roberia, and stuffed it into Montgostin's hands with great care.

"Auntie, when you grow up, you must come to the Central School of Magic!"

"Hmm..." Little Mongostin's eyes drifted to the young lady with sugar hair.

Miss Mage recovered from the shock, and immediately grabbed a handful of candy, orange, yellow, pink, blue, mint green, and all kinds of colors. When her hands were full, she stuffed them into his pockets until both pockets were bulging of!

Until the family of three left, several mages on the test bench stopped and watched them off like watchers, expressing reluctance and excitement with their eyes.

"Promise." Gu Qinghe sneered.

"It's up to you." Montgostin rode on his neck, ate the candy, and even reached out to feed Sean a piece. He was not ashamed of his small appearance, but a little flattered.

Xiao En took the child's little hand and licked away the sugar ball with the tip of his tongue, seeing that Gu Qinghe started to gulp again.

This candy tastes sweet and refreshing.The corner of Xiao En's mouth twitched slightly, and he asked with a smile, "Old Gong, do you want candies?"

Gu Qinghe was self-sufficient, reaching out his hand to take something out of Montgostin's pocket, and suddenly understood something when he heard this, and immediately avoided the crowd, walked to the street a little far away from the temple fair stall, and looked at his lover expectantly.

Sean raised his cloak to block other people's eyes, and exchanged a wet and sweet kiss with Gu Qinghe. The little sugar ball twirled back and forth between the two of them a few times, and finally landed in Gu Qinghe's mouth.

Anyway, I couldn't see it, and Montgostin ate the candy expressionlessly, pretending that he didn't know.Heh, man.

This place is sweet and sweet, just like "travelling in a different world, suddenly heard about the grand ceremony and forced to climb the mountain. The quality of the roadside test is sweet, and I steal half a day of leisure."

Zhan Wensong on the other end released all the officers, soldiers and players under his command to relax. He rubbed the chamber of commerce ring given to him by Professor Park to think about things, and had no intention of taking a break.

After all, it is the person who is the commander-in-chief, so it is inevitable that he is particularly concerned about the task.

The streets are full of people and traffic.Groups of three or five young people strolled around with all smiles on their faces.From time to time, a group of patrolling paladins passed by, their white armor and silver helmets reflecting dazzling light.

There is the fragrance of flowers floating in the air, and there is also the smell of steamed and fried food. The children's voice singing poetry is heard from afar, and it is drowned out by the shouting of peddlers.

"Basketball, table tennis, badminton, billiards, rugby, fitness ball - all the entertainment in the world is in the Salmen Chamber of Commerce..."

"Please use sulfur soap to sterilize and relieve itching. The dwarves have agreed to use it. Each piece only costs 1 silver coin. The miracle from Dandelion..."

"Use sand-sculpted transparent soap for laundry. It's clean and doesn't fade. Each piece is the size of a brick. The price is 1 silver and 2 coppers. For wholesale, please go to the East Chamber of Commerce in Modewater City..."

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For more than ten miles up and down the river bank, pearls and emerald greens are overflowing, cars and horses are blocked, and food and drink are always doubled.

However, in a month's work, a caravan with quick hands and feet has already brought in the Chinese brand products produced by the operation team's factory in East, and the original price of a few coppers has doubled in the holy city.

Those who spread the floor, set up tables, push carts, drive horse-drawn carriages... There are a wide variety of goods on the stalls, large or small, including daily groceries, and materials and props that do not seem to be famous.

Where are the other professors? Did they buy sulfur soap and sand carving soap in the bustling crowd? Seeing the text and address on it, they realized that everyone was thinking about it and that they were not alone?

Zhan Wensong stood alone by the bridge, the sun shone on the river, and the fine stream of light stretched to the end of the city, endlessly.

He looked at a fortune-telling booth and fell into thought.

The stall owner couldn't see his face clearly, only his porcelain-white chin was exposed, and he was wearing a starry sky-colored cloak and hood. It was a kind of alchemy magic equipment with a gradient mixture of royal blue and gay purple, with a little silver light shining.

The divination tool in front of him is a low-key and luxurious black astrolabe, the scale and trajectory are inlaid with silver wires, and delicate and small magic spar stars are suspended on it, which is mysterious and unpredictable.

The clothes all over the body are very expensive at first glance, this person is not ordinary.

This world cannot be deduced by science. Magic really exists, and the prophecy may be true. Aren't the two professors Yu and Tang the local astrologers who have figured it out.

Maybe you can ask the stall owner, the mother-in-law of the Research Center for the History of Natural Science... no, where is Director Zhao?

Zhan Wensong sat down on the small stool in front of the table, staring at the stall owner with his piercing eyes, divination is what he does, but if this person is a liar, don't try to escape his eyes.

At this time, the stall owner stood up and saluted, and Zhan Wensong also bowed his body to answer the salute. Looking at the gentleman opposite, he couldn't help but ask politely: "Where is your hometown, sir? What is your name?"

The stall owner replied: "Xiaosheng Shadak, whose surname is long and inconvenient to confuse, has the name Tongtian Shenzhan. His ancestors pass through the Moonlight Forest, and he can calculate the number of the emperor's innate heavens, and he can know whether people are high or low. Only ten hexagram capital coins can be used for fortune-telling."

Hey, it's quite expensive, and the style of other stalls is obviously heaven and earth, no wonder there is no business.

Zhan Wensong was not short of the money, and immediately took out ten gold coins: "Please do the math, sir."

Shadak took the gold coins with a wave of his sleeve: "Are you looking for someone?"

Zhan Wensong was startled, his expression remained calm, but his tone was somewhat eager: "That's true, sir, do you know where this person is?"

"Be safe and don't be impatient." Shadak moved the astrolabe, and the magic spar stars rose and fell, flickering and extinguishing, circling around and circulating endlessly.

After a while, he said: "Coincidentally, you don't have to worry about labor, this person is waiting for you at the end of the journey."

Is it that simple?

Zhan Wensong couldn't say "It's too light, can you make me nine-nine-81 disasters and sing it all over the world?" He hesitated and refused to leave. The 29 missing professors asked all in one go.

"One person, one hexagram, let's do the math." Shadak saw the plan of the visitor. He usually counted it as luck, going to school and changing jobs. Finding people is the most laborious divination technique, let alone occupying a bunch of people. So he impatiently kicked the opponent's stool from under the table. "Let's go, next one."

Zhan asked Song not knowing what was going on, was Pislan's astrologer just like Taoist fortune-telling, telling too many secrets?

He was also a little afraid of being struck by lightning, so he got up quickly and put it away as soon as he was good.

At least Director Zhao's whereabouts are known—the end of their journey is Arokaxia, the capital of the Dragon Island Kingdom. Zhan Wensong's mood immediately became much more relaxed.