Chapter 539 Daydreamer
The huge waves were separated from the center, like a curtain that had been pushed aside. As the waves crashed on the rocks, fragments of white waves splashed for more than ten meters in an instant.
This time, Chen Ling was not photographed flying.
He stood in the gap between the huge waves, and other than the broken waves soaking his whole body, he was not affected by anything else.
His closed eyes slowly opened, with anger and sadness still remaining in his pupils, as if he had not yet come out of the experience just now.
"Is this... [moving the sky with one's sleeves]?"
Chen Ling looked down at his palms, still feeling the resonance of that moment over and over again. He seemed to understand what it felt like to integrate the beliefs described by Ning Ruyu into the Tao of Xishendao.
The palm he just used was more lethal than the [Inquisition] that was being unleashed at full power now, higher than the third level, but it was unclear whether it could compete with the fourth level realm... Chen Ling could feel that the upper limit of this secret technique was far more than that.
As long as the substitution is deep enough and the resonance is strong enough, the power of [Sleeve Hands to Move the Sky] can be increased several times. Of course, this level of substitution cannot be achieved at any time. It requires the right time, place and people.
This is Chen Ling's strongest weapon at present, but it cannot be released at will, the forward swing is too long, and the lethality will fluctuate... But this also means that its upper limit is extremely high.
As the waves on the reef gradually receded, the scene around Chen Ling also faded little by little.
The sky and the sea quickly closed in, like pieces of paper folded by someone, and finally shrank into Ning Ruyu's palm, leaving only Chen Ling, who was all wet, standing in front of the Guzang Gate of the Theater Road, her hair and clothes The corners are still diluting water stains downwards.
"Junior brother, how do you feel?" Ning Ruyu put away the CD and asked with a smile.
"...It's amazing." Chen Ling paused for a long time before putting her hand down, "But I have already remembered this feeling."
"That's best."
"The four basic secrets of singing, chanting, doing and fighting, coupled with [Painting the Beauty], you have mastered all the foundations of the ancient opera... This will be something that will always be with you, and it is what the master has prepared for you. Gift.
With them, even if one day you are deprived of all Shinto and even skills and lose everything, these five secret techniques alone can give you a combat power that is not inferior to any Shinto...
They will be with you until the very end. "
Chen Ling turned around and looked at Ning Ruyu, Luan Mei, and Wen Renyou standing side by side, with a flash of gratitude in her eyes.
He raised his hand again and bowed deeply to the three brothers and the entire theater behind them:
"Thank you all senior brothers and sisters, and thank you Fourth Senior Brother and Master for me... I will always remember Chen Ling's kindness in my heart."
"Junior brother, you must be careful when you go to the world of mortals." Luan Mei reminded.
"Be careful of Mr. Wuji, I understand."
"Although Lord Wuji must be careful, he is the Nine Lords after all. He has to maintain the stability of the Wuji Realm and cannot leave easily... Moreover, if he wants to attack the world of mortals, he shouldn't be that fast. [Fushenghua] But Not a vegetarian," Luan Mei added,
“Besides him, you have to be more careful about the world of mortals itself.
The world of mortals is charming, so don’t be fooled by its appearance... make good use of your eyes to see through the illusion and see the truth. "
When Chen Ling heard this, a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes. If Luan Mei was talking about the filth behind false prosperity, he would have already experienced it, but he always felt that his senior sister had something else to say.
Ning Ruyu also said seriously:
"It shouldn't be long before Lord Hongchen wakes up... If people from the Wuji Realm really take action against Hongchen, little junior brother, please don't get involved. The war between realms has nothing to do with us, so there is no need to take risks.
Our goal is just to recover Lord Hongchen’s body and complete the funeral in the realm, it’s that simple. "
Chen Ling nodded slightly, "I understand."
Chen Ling took a look at the sky and saw that it was not long before dark. Then she said goodbye to her three senior brothers and sisters again, turned around and walked straight to the door of Xidao Guzang.
As the scarlet opera robe parted the curtains, his figure completely disappeared into the ancient theater collection.
The three brothers did not leave, but still stood quietly, looking at the direction in which Chen Ling left, silent... They seemed to be waiting for the curtain to open again, and Chen Ling came back, and then smiled helplessly. He said: After thinking about it carefully, I still won’t leave.
Xidao Guzang is still the same Xidao Guzang, and everything will be as comfortable and joyful as it was in the past six months.
But unfortunately, the return they expected did not happen.
They saw Chen Ling returning to Chou Peak, holding Harlequin in her arms as she bid farewell, and then took one last look here before returning to the gray world alone, disappearing at the end of the horizon.
A few minutes later, Ning Ruyu looked away and sighed:
"...He's still gone."
"If Junior Brother stays in Guzang safely, he will no longer be Junior Brother." Wen Renyou said slowly, "Baby birds always flutter their wings and fly high, not to mention Junior Brother, the eagle?"
"Well, it's not like he won't come back..." Luan Mei looked at Ning Ruyu, whose face was full of melancholy, and couldn't help but complain, "Elder brother, you are really old, why do you feel like you are a mother?"
"???Second brother, as soon as the junior brother left, you started to act recklessly, right?"
"Isn't she always like this?" Wen Renyou touched his chin, "When junior brother was here, she was still carrying some...she must be tired now."
Luan Mei glanced at him coldly, "When junior brother was here, you cooked seven or eight dishes a day... Today, junior brother is gone, and you must not miss any dish."
“Isn’t that a waste??”
"With Lao Wu here, will it be wasted?"
"...That's true."
After Luan Mei's interruption, the originally depressing and melancholy atmosphere finally became a little livelier, and the three of them turned around and walked back to the Xidao Guzang.
They passed through one area after another, and finally returned to the vast green grassland. Under the blue sky, the breeze was blowing, and six huts were located in the distance, as if they were in a beautiful fairyland.
When the three of them saw this scene, they suddenly fell into silence.
"Are these... going to continue?" Luan Mei turned to look at Ning Ruyu.
Ning Ruyu looked around with a complicated expression and shook her head.
"This place was originally built for my junior brother. Now that he is gone, there is no need to continue to waste Guzang's power to maintain it. Let's get rid of it... However, my junior brother's home will stay."
Wen Renyou walked forward slowly and reached out to grab the grass beneath him. After groping for a moment, he seemed to have caught something and slowly lifted it up.
The next moment, the snow-capped mountains in the distance began to fold and shrink, and the blue sky and boundless grassland all converged toward Wen Renyou's palm like a tide.
The sky turned into a black roof, and the grassland turned into a plain ground. In the dim light, wooden frames surrounded the open space. Some had written scripts and operas on them, while others were empty...
Just like a dreamlike scene in a movie, as the movie ends, it gradually dissipates and the surrounding environment returns to its original appearance.
Ancient Collection of Xi Dao, [Text Area].
Among the five empty wooden shelves, Lao Liu's house, where Chen Ling lived for half a year, stood. The colorful flags no longer fluttered in the wind, but dimmed among the dim bookshelves... as if the original boundless grassland was just a big dream. field.
Three figures stood among the dark bookshelves, as silent as sculptures.
At this moment, a CD flashed slightly in Wen Renyou's palm:
——"Daydreamer" (USA), Ben Stiller, 2013.