MTL - Dragon Dragon Dragon-v3 Chapter 141 Looking down at hometown

At this time, at least thousands of people were standing around the square. The colorful head looked very wonderful, and just being watched by thousands of people, Yi Longlong felt a little uncomfortable. YWw * W. KanKeWaiShu. ORG turned her head and looked around carefully, and found that among the crowd, there were students from various departments, teachers, and even senior management of the academy.

The young knight, the principal, Terrence, the Nick dean of the history department, and Saya, even the sleepy knight Jacob who squinted and squinted, were led by someone.

After seeing the crowd clearly, Yi Longlong turned to Emerald again: "What's going on?" She had a vague, unpleasant premonition.

Emerald didn't answer, she just tilted her head and asked Terrence: "Now people are here, can we start?"

Terrence made a kind gesture, please.

Yi Longlong suddenly wanted to understand something, his face changed greatly, but at this time in the eyes of the public, he couldn't stop it before he could just watch a few notaries come over one by one, check the ring produced by the emerald, and confirm that this is indeed a Jade The trustee of South Trustee, and hidden under the cape, is the person in charge of managing the heritage of Canaan.

Then, Terrence asked the followers to release a sound reinforcement magic to him, and a uniform and stable voice passed into everyone's ears in the square, announcing to the general audience that the mystery left by Canaan has lasted for nearly seven hundred years. Today finally someone can unravel and get Canaan's heritage, including 30% ownership of the academy.

Before that, a ritual must be completed. The onlookers crowded again, and several tall fighter students carried a huge platform. And a tube of thick brush, walked over slowly.

The Yantai is carved from a complete purple-gray sedimentary rock. It is oval in shape, with a length of one and a half meters and a height of about one and a half meters. The edges of the Yantai are carved like water waves. At first glance, it looks like the ripples follow the ink in the Yantai. Rippling. Starting gentleman's hall

In the ring, half full of thick ink is filled, and the full surface is like black smooth silk satin, but in the darkness, it looms a bright and transparent sense.

After the ring, there was a writing brush. The plump pen made of snow mountain hare's long hair, and a wooden pen over one meter long, are not so easy to grasp even for adults, let alone the current easy to dragon.

However, neither the platform nor the writing brush is the point. The point is that after Terence announced that Yi Longlong was the candidate to inherit the Canaan heritage, only some people looked at her. Now the eyes of all present people are gathered in On her. Straight gaze was mixed with doubt, speculation, hostility, jealousy. Envy ... complicated and difficult to count, and mixed discussions hummed at this time.

Emerald walked slowly, turning his arms into a beautiful arc, pointing to the pen: "What you want to do now is to use this pen and ink. In the blank space of the stele, write the last sentence."

Yi Longlong suddenly felt scalp. She originally thought that no matter whether she could get Canaan's legacy or prove that she knew the words on the stele, it involved a very small amount. At most a few people within a limited range knew about the land, but did not expect that the elf made the situation all at once It's so big that it's almost universally known now.

bad. How will she be at school in the future, and how will she explain this to Eric and the Duke behind him?

No matter how much headache, that is the future. The situation is like an arrow on the string, and you have to send it, so you do n’t want to. Yi Longlong still had to let Lin Qi hold her and walk to the edge of the ring. \\\\\\\\ Hold the thick pen with precious aromatic paint in both hands, and probe the white pen into the dark ink.

This is the original arrangement of Canaan. After designing both the platform and the writing brush, he designed it and asked someone to make a custom order. The handwritten book that he left behind was sealed in the storage room, and after seven hundred years of rotation, he finally saw it again on this day.

The pen kept intact by the magic absorbed the ink plumply. Yi Longlong suddenly felt a lot of sinking in her hand. She motioned to Lin Qi to release her hand and control the magic to fly up. The flowing air supported her to rise slowly. In order to save energy She also assigned a floating magic to the writing brush.

After diligent practice in the Dragon Language Mountains, now Yi Longlong uses this magic, no longer need to chant a mantra, he can directly use his own power to urge the magic to achieve it.

The body slowly floated into the air, and the head below it gradually shrank, becoming a colorful dot. Yi Longlong was careful to bring her body closer to the stone monument.

In the upper part of the towering stone monument, the three lines of poetry are divided into two vertical rows. The first vertical row is engraved: "The moonlight is bright in front of the bed, and it is suspected that there is frost on the ground." Is just enough to fill in five words.

Taking a long, deep breath, the open-air wind pours into the lungs, and Yi Longlong forces himself to forget many eye-catching eyes and concentrate on the stone in front of his eyes.

The poems left by Canaan are very simple, as long as anyone who has read the book for two years will recite, Yi Longlong is no exception to this, but the situation is extremely serious now. Before writing, she was still careful The verse that can be written silently with eyes closed was revisited several times in my heart.

Quiet and calm, the huge pen was lifted, and the pen tip fell lightly. The first word is: low.

With a little force, the pen tip flexed softly, dragging a deep ink mark, and dropped the first stroke on the stone tablet. Xi Zhao's golden afterglow shot obliquely, and the thick black ink even appeared like fish scales.

After writing the first stroke, Yi Longlong immediately entered a wonderful environment.

The color of the setting sun suddenly disappeared, and the people underneath and the surrounding buildings were all disappeared. Between heaven and earth, it seemed that she was the only one, and the long standing stones in front of her eyes.

After the first stroke was written, it seemed that the pen in his hand was dominated by another more powerful and ancient spirit. He had his own life and did not need to use any force. He continued to stroke one stroke after another smoothly.

The writing is from another world, condensing the culture for thousands of years.

Qu Yuan searched up and down: "I also have what I can do, but I still have no regrets after nine deaths."

Liu Bang sang and sang, "The wind is rising and the clouds are flying, and Weijia is returning home."

Cao Zhi's seven-step poem: "It's too anxious to fry each other."

Tao Yuanming picks chrysanthemum Dongli: "See Nanshan leisurely."

Jiang Yan drew a five-color pen: "Darker."

Li Qinglian indulged in song: "You must be happy in your life.

Bai Juyi recalls Jiangnan's goodness: "The sunrise is red and the river is red, and the spring is green as blue."

Liu San changed into Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng died in the moon: "The talented poet is the man in white."

Su Shi's Chibi nostalgia: "Going to the east of the river, the waves are gone. The eternal people."

Those splendid, magnificent, euphemistic, distant, come from the ground in all directions, or whistling, or lingering ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ lingering in my heart.

Morning bell and twilight in the mountains and clear waters of the mountains and mountains, the Sung people return home on the bright moon.

Silk bamboo orchestra, dark ink fragrance.

The spirit from another world, in the soul of Yi Longlong, stirred up the undulating and magnificent singing voice, and that voice became louder and louder, and spread throughout the world.

The last stroke fell, the pen tip gently left the stone monument, and the independent world suddenly dissipated. Yi Longlong held the long pen with both hands and floated in the air. The schoolhouse was still around, and the crowd was still below, and the sky curtain had changed. Inky dark blue.

Everything is silent.

On the dark blue stone stele, five newly written words flowed in clouds and clouds, quietly swallowing the moonlight glory.

Looking down at my hometown.

Yes, thinking about my hometown.

Mu Ye Yeyue, Qinghui like water, Yi Longlong bowed his head, tears like rain. * This book is collected and organized by (). For more beautiful books, please visit