Chapter 5 (1/2)

In the Mu Xuan courtyard, a bunch of white Sophora flowers are blooming on the huge and green Sophora trees. Scattered petals flying with the wind, floating, like a flying butterfly.

At this time, under the Sophora tree, a white figure is sitting lazily on the stone bench. The book in my hand is turning over page by page from time to time, which is suffused with light yellow color, and the light ink fragrance of old books is scattered in the wind.

Purple queen, holding a book in one hand and holding her chin in the other hand, sometimes frowns, sometimes sighs, and sometimes ponders. She seems to be attracted by the description in this book.

These days, she moved some of the books in the study of the general's mansion to read them, hoping to have a better understanding of the world. After all, if you want to live in a strange world, the least thing is to understand the world. The former purple queen knew very little about the former world. In addition to the seventh prince, she knew little about other things. Even now, if she wants to know something, she has to look through the book.

However, through the past few days, she has learned a lot.

She now lives in a world called the vast continent. Martial arts are respected here. Strength determines everything. The mainland is divided into four countries, namely the Western Chu, Nanyun, BeiCang, and East. Among them, the major factions were active, and the momentum was even higher than the imperial power. There are countless practitioners here, but the most powerful one is the Xuanshi who practices Xuanqi. It's just that talent is needed to cultivate metaphysics, and not everyone can. Most people can only practice strength, that is, the forging of the body.

Xuanshi ranks from low to high: Red Xuan, Qing Xuan, blue Xuan, purple Xuan, Mo Xuan. As for the existence of the legend above Mo Xuan.

These books have different sources and contents. For example, she once saw in an ancient book that after the endless mountains beyond the far north of the continent, there was a legendary holy land of clouds. There is a vast territory, deep valleys, plateaus, swamps, cold pools and other dangerous places. Miraculous spirit beast, rare miraculous medicine, innumerable. Not only that, there are countless strong people there, and the existence of legends is everywhere, so it is the real paradise for practitioners. However, it is not recorded in most books. As a result, she did not know whether such a magical place existed.

The breeze is gentle, falling petals. Fluttering of the falling leaves, and that end such as cloud ink hair volume leisurely. Jingyi's figure, like the moon in Tsinghua University, has become a landscape of its own, which can not be described with exquisite painting.

Not far away, ya'er, the girl who came to call the purple queen for dinner, wanted to stop talking. For a while, she couldn't help looking at it, and suddenly forgot her purpose.

”Is it lunch time?” Purple naturally felt ya'er's approach. She took back her eyes in the book and turned slowly.

All of a sudden, time seems to be amazing for a moment, forgetting the passage; the sun is also ashamed of the beautiful scenery and becomes gloomy.