When he wandered back to the medical tent, Li Yao''s hair stood up, as if he had been burned by a flame talisman.
He smashed himself into the medical cabin and felt as if he were in a boat in the rough sea.
After retching for a long time, he didn''t spit out anything - on the way, he had already spit out all the sour water, and almost didn''t spit out his heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney.
"It''s not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. Xiao Hei, you wait. One day when I become a master of weapon refining, I will transform you into a broom!" As he vomited, Li Yao screamed in his heart.
The black wing sword, however, could not hear his voice. It swallowed up the vast demon energy like the sea. After two turns, it arched into its backpack and went to sleep contentedly.
"Classmate Li Yao..."
At this time, an intermittent female voice appeared in Li Yao''s ear, which sounded a little difficult.
Li Yao was startled
After he became a practitioner, he had very keen five senses, and there was no reason to hide a woman in such a big place in the medical tent.
"Classmate Li Yao..."
The female voice comes again, faint and faint, just like the haunted female ghost.
The hair on Li Yao''s back suddenly stood up - he could hear the female voice coming from under him, and below him was the base of the medical cabin!
"I''m here..."
Just as Lee Yao was getting chilly, a small spirit bird flapped its metal wings and flew out from under the medical cabin. His transparent crystal eyes showed a very embarrassed expression and whispered, "I''m sorry, I''m still adapting to my new body and can''t master my flying skills. I just fell to the ground from mid air. I didn''t mean to hide to scare you, Li Yao. "
Li Yao was stunned. He spread out his hand and let the bird carefully land in his palm.
This is a small and exquisite bird with light green luster. Most of its limbs are made of crystal stone. Only some metal is used on the key skeleton and frame. The translucent crystal shell is covered with the extremely fine gears, flywheels, transmission shafts and universal joints, forming a natural beauty.
I don''t know why, this bird gives Lee a very familiar feeling. He always feels that he has seen his eyes somewhere.
Li Yao thought for a moment, his eyes widened: "Wei Qingqing?"
The bird fluttered its wings happily. Its head was a little bit soft. Its voice was still very gentle. It was not as crisp as it was before. It became a little waxy
"It''s me, Li Yao. Thanks to you finding a wisp of my soul, uncle Tang and teacher Ding, they have transformed me into a ghost cultivation, but my strength is too weak, and my soul has been exposed to the air for a long time, and my spirit is incomplete. For the time being, it''s not enough to support the large-scale spirit body. I can only use this bird shape spirit body first."
Speaking of this, Wei Qingqing''s eyes brightened up, and the facial muscles made of wisps of crystal silk also showed a smiling expression. He said in a soft voice, "it''s also very good. I''ve loved birds since I was a child, and I often fantasize that I''m a little green bird, flying freely among the clouds. Now I''ve got what I want."
Li Yao held the little Bluebird with emotion.
Among the seven practitioners, Wei Qingqing gave him the greatest shock.
She is only in her early twenties this year. She has just graduated from Tianhuan Academy. She is also a low-level literary and artistic cultivator. To be honest, even if she does not stand up, others will not blame her.
But she still stood up without hesitation, withered before the best youth had fully bloomed - what kind of force was driving her to stand up?
Li Yao is full of curiosity about everything about Wei Qingqing.
"I came here specially to thank my classmate Li Yao. If you hadn''t found my ghost, I would have disappeared now. Where can I see the blue sky and white clouds again?"
Wei Qingqing flapped her wings, leaped lightly from the palm of Li Yao''s hand and soared up. He awkwardly flew around and said intermittently, "no, but I haven''t completely mastered this spiritual body. It''s very difficult to communicate. Li Yao, why don''t I invite you to my little world? Can we directly communicate with spirit?"
"The world of fiction?"
Li Yao suddenly remembered that Wei Qingqing was a very mysterious "illusory writer". According to the legend, he could build a very powerful word world and call the wind and rain in the word world.
Li Yao was full of curiosity about the illusory writer. He nodded and said happily, "of course, how can I do it?"
"Don''t do anything. Just close your eyes."
Wei Qingqing flew to his head with a wing. "The name of my novel is Bluebird. Welcome, Li Yao. Let''s enter the world of Bluebird together."
"Hum!"
Li Yao only felt a slight shock in his eardrum, and his eyes were in a daze. It was as if the spirit was pulled out of his body, and then fell from infinite height. I don''t know how long he fell, and he suddenly fell into a new body!
The whistling wind change unpredictably in the ear. The white clouds of the big regiment and the sea of foam like the sea are blown by the breeze.
Dogs, horses, city, forest... Under the golden sun, it looks like a city in the sky.
"Beautiful, beautiful."
The novel world created by Wei Qingqing is almost the same as that of the real world. It has more ethereal beauty and makes Li Yao relaxed and happy.
Then he found that he had become a big eagle flying freely in the clouds.
Recalling the scene that he was taken away by the black winged sword just now, Li Yao''s face was not good-looking.
"Why, don''t you like high altitude? Then you can meditate on the image of a bird, and we can fly to a lower place
A common little Bluebird, as simple as a wild flower in a deep valley, only has three green plumage on its tail. It flies to Li Yao''s back and makes a waxy sound.
"It''s OK. I like high altitude very much, but I don''t like diving from 10000 meters to one meter above the ground in half a minute."
As he spoke, Li Yao changed his mind and turned into a fierce vulture.
"You like vultures? I thought you''d like falcons better, because falcons look magnificent. "
Startled by Li Yao''s slightly ferocious appearance, little Bluebird flew out four or five meters and circled back, keeping pace with Li Yao. He asked curiously.
"Although the Falcon is magnificent, it is too noble and proud to live in all places; Although vultures are not amazing in appearance and even look ferocious, they can live well in places where falcons can''t survive. "
Li Yaoshu spread his wings and soared freely. He gradually fell in love with this feeling.
He poked his head for a while and said, "since we are in a novel, what is the plot of the novel?"
"There''s no plot. This" Bluebird "is about a little Bluebird flying in the sky and seeing a lot of clouds. Under the sunshine and the strong wind, the clouds change into various forms and show endless colors. This story is not finished yet. I''m going to write all the forms and colors of clouds in the world, That''s it. "
After a pause, Wei Qingqing said with a smile, "originally there was only one character in the novel, that is, the little green bird. But now I think it''s good to add a vulture. They flew over the mountains, rivers and the sea of Tianyuan kingdom together, and saw every cloud in the sky until the end of the world."
"I see. Pure literature!" Li Yao was awed.
Wei Qingqing was a little embarrassed and lowered his head
"In fact, I have written other things, that is, the popular youth novels in the market. A very talented successor of a big sect fell in love with an ordinary girl, but the leader of the big sect did not allow them to be together, and insisted that he marry the daughter of an elder of another sect... And so on. In college, he published two novels, It''s selling very well! However, in my heart, my favorite is the unfinished "Bluebird". I started to write this story at the age of 15 and intend to write it all the way to the age of 50. I have never brought anyone in before. You are still the first one. "
"That''s too wasteful. I''m a roughneck. I don''t know anything about literature." Li Yao said with embarrassment.
Wei Qingqing smiles. The little foot steps on Li Yao. The little green bird flies and hovers around the vulture
"Maybe this is fate. I like to watch the changeable clouds in the sky since I was a child. I hope I can become a little Bluebird and roam among the blue sky and white clouds. I didn''t expect that I have become a bird now. Ha, with my personal experience, I will be able to make Bluebird the best novel!"
Li Yao was moved by the girl''s optimism.
He asked himself that if he was the one who died and was reborn in a spiritual body, and would exist in the form of "ghost cultivation" all his life, he would not be as calm and optimistic as Wei Qingqing.
Li Yao can''t help but ask: "sister Qingqing..."
"Just call me Xiaoqing. I''m not three or four years older than you." The little Bluebird chirped.
Li Yao''s face turned red. Fortunately, his face was covered with feathers, and little Bluebird couldn''t see it
"Xiaoqing, why did you stand up on the crystal rail train yesterday? Obviously, there are still many practitioners who have not come forward. Your strength should be the weakest among all people. The spirit attack of the illusory writer can only play a very limited role in the animal tide, right? Even if you don''t stand up, there won''t be any gossip. "
The little Bluebird was silent for a long time, flying all the time among the clouds, chasing the wisps of warm sunshine and murmuring:
"Maybe, maybe I don''t stand up, and no one will blame me."
"And my strength is so weak, overdrawn all vitality can only stimulate Taiyi thunder and magnetic gun once - even without me, maybe can also delay the tide of animals."
"I hesitated, but then I thought of the teacher. If the teacher was in my position, she would stand up. I just inherited the teacher''s will."