
The fog above the horizon was slowly moving, the colors were blending at the western boundary, a number of returning swallow migrating from south to north looked like a moving stain in Zhao Juren's view.
This strange dream of his was so real, Zhao Juren's hand was stretched out upwards, it felt like she was eager to reach it.
“God this dream is so beautiful, like the last twilight sky north of Yanzhie I had seen back then, when I followed Xiao Yi to Yalu, as he was on a mission to heal a concubine of the king named Yuan it was.” Zhao Juren sat in his heart, his mind floating around.
The sound of a stork roaring so close to Zhao Juren's ear. So close and so long ago became boisterous. Zhao Juren blinked her eyes, where could it be that in a dream there was this real sound?
As he squirmed for a moment the place lay as if it were yawning and Zhao Juren realized that he was really waking up. It was just that now he woke up inside a small boat. His body still feels a little
heavy, he has not fully recovered properly. Zhao Juren did not know there was a secret weapon with such deadly poison, even when stuck in the nape of his neck, almost all of his energy was lost to the needle. All he ever heard was three poison that is very deadly in the world and the most famous of all along the north to the south, the poison ice lily from the north, the poison of ice lilies from the north, poison frost from the Ping Yuan valley and green centipede poison from the southern coast. He was sure one of the poisons hit him.
“Kaok..!” A black stork passed beside his boat, resuscitating Zhao Juren who was still half in a daze.
Zhao Juren clung swiftly to the lip of the boat that was about the size of his body, then woke up slowly. Balancing his yacht to the left and to the right. Because the weight of his body that weighs the boat is not balanced.
“Newly this time I saw a black heron. On top of Yubei they usually just pass by, but now I can almost even touch them.” Zhao Juren muttered.
His eyes were immediately fixed on a flock of black herons swimming not far from his boat. And that charm was not the only thing that made Zhao Juren directly rub his eyes, he was now
in a lake that had crystal-clear water, when Zhao Juren looked up, she seemed to be able to see the bottom of the lake very clearly. The bottom of this lake has a light blue color like topaz but is orange due to the reflection of the twilight sky. And strangely as if every few seconds changed color, the surface was even like a mirror when sunlight fell onto the surface of the lake, the color of the water would turn light green then gradually grow old, or sometimes light yellow and ending in orange red.
“What is this place? Why is this place so foreign at once beautiful, it feels like I have seen it in a dream.as in the dreams of children..”.
Every inch of Yanzhie land was on Zhao Juren's side and he never knew there was such a beautiful place
it's in Yanzhie. Zhao Juren involuntarily clucked in awe at the sight before her eyes.
As he floated his gaze forward, in the distance he saw a black building on an island surrounded by peach forest, the palace was on its highest plateau. But the place looks tens or even hundreds of li from where it is now. So far and hard to achieve. The building was mysterious and also kept a million secrets.
The sky above clearly said, now that it was the beginning of spring, he was momentarily fixated. Didn't he last see the world in early winter? Why does time pass so fast that he doesn't
When he looked back, Zhao Juren realized his boat was not far from the mainland. And for a moment
Zhao Juren was fixated, staring at the land behind him, the edge of the lake was so colorful. The ground was like a stepped hill, and small large lined trees stood with their colorful twigs. At the end of winter such a sight is very rare in Yanzhi, if there are flowers attached to the twigs. Now, as the young shoots look there, the edges shed the last snow that turns into silvery water in the afternoon sun.
“Am I really in heaven or is this place my hallucination?” Zhao Juren turned to the side of her right there was a flat wood paddle that was dark brown and to her left was her sword.
Zhao Juren soon realized she was alive, because the cloth wrapped around her sword smelled of peach blossoms, like the smell of the veiled plaster she had last seen. Before he inhaled the fragrance of incense and slept soundly.
Zhao Juren momentarily stared doubtfully at the shadow-like palace in the middle of the island in the distance then turned to the land that was no more than a dozen fathoms from his boat paddling his boat towards the edge, he knew that it was soon dark, it was impossible for him to be fixated on the charm of the lake, which now changed from blood red to slowly dark, full of mystery.
The little birds stretched out wings, flew low over the banks of the river, their toes touched the green sideburns, and their, causing water ripples and waves from the wood of the rower Zhao Juren immediately frightened the birds and flew towards the flower forest on the river bank.
Finally, not half a cup of tea, Zhao Juren reached the riverbank. After draping his sword behind his silvery-black robe, Zhao Juren leaped onto the land. He didn't know why he was wearing dark clothes like this, the color that Zhao Juren never liked to be honest because it reminded her of Jiu Fei's bloodied robe while in her arms.
Just now his feet hit the ground, though,
"Sreeet..!”
a sword pointed at him, the figure of a green robe that he remembered very much. In his last fight, a handsome man with a clean face and long hair on the back of his ears like a small braided typical of the south, the man looked at him with a hateful gaze.
“I was expecting, we will meet again Mr. Zhao. You don't know, how long I've been waiting for you here.” asked in such a cold voice.
“You...?” Zhao Juren recalled rightly, this man who had supported her with a secret weapon, a poisonous needle, rendered her unconscious even on the verge of death.
“I was almost desperate, I waited for you for so long but my wait was really not in vain. I really couldn't sleep before taking your life with my own sword!” The speech was heard harboring an unspeakable growl.