Alam Mandala
a girl plays a flute
The man stared in disbelief at Bing Jiazhi who was still sitting quietly among the fragments of the house.
It was his ability called an atomic explosion. Within a few meters capable of detonating anything without human exception though.
The woman in front of him was shocked and would never have expected if the youngster in front of him was so terrifying and powerful. He then looked at the knife that was on the sidelines of his toes and shook his head. Fortunately, he did not use the knife he had prepared to kill him, otherwise.... It's hard to imagine.
“Quick say again.”
“B-good.”
Although her house was destroyed, there were several areas where the woman spoke freely.
“Name Which.”
“Yang? Unique name.”
“I told him to go look for fruits and firewood.”
Bing Jiazhi standing up. “I go first.”
The woman nodded.
Bing Jiazhi walked over to the man earlier, who looked at him with a surprised expression. “Lain times... If you want to fight me in such a dishonorable way, I will cut off one hand. Garbage.”
Then he went from there.
The man looked at Bing Jiazhi and gritted his teeth. His face was filled with expressions of resentment and hatred. Trashy? The young man thought it was rubbish. It was a mockery that upset him.
But, back again, he couldn't do anything. And only a breath he could speak.
“Can the young man be trusted?” asked the old woman to approach him.
“I don't know.”
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After walking for a while in the forest, Bing Jiazhi found a large field with beautiful blue lantern grass. Seeing him made him remember the field he had previously seen.
There, the blue lantern grass grew beautifully. The flowers are blue, wobbling.
Not only that. Right in the middle of it, there was a very dense red colored tree, it was like a banyan tree.
As Bing Jiazhi came, he heard a very interesting flute sound. The sound was like the wind blowing strong, shrill, and up and down like a meandering river.
He walks quietly. When he arrived, he lifted his face, on one of the branches of the tree, alighted a young girl. That's what he was looking for.
The girl sat on one of the branches. Blowing his flute in a sideways style and closing his eyes. Even though the girl's face is fairly ordinary. By the way she holds the flute and her posture, it makes her look beautiful and is great for painters to paint her
His face is a little black. With a forehead covered with a few hairs. Her hair is bun and tied with blue lantern grass.
The clothes he wore were plain yellow, but very beautiful when sitting up there.
Bing Jiazhi simply nodded at the beauty.
Not long after, the girl stopped blowing her flute and opened her eyes gently.
He did not look at Bing Jiazhi but said, “ Brother, you are very mysterious. No matter how much you prevent it, you won't be able to do it.”
“Why?”
The one who raised his face looked at the blue sky from the sidelines of the leaves. “Because it is difficult to close the hole that has been created.”
“I can't believe.”
“Before, others have also said like that and he failed.”
“I'll try it.”
Yang looked at Bing Jiazhi and looked at him for a while, then looked at the distance. “Think carefully. That person came here with high confidence, but left with his destruction. If you want to experience it, you can follow it.”
“I'll do it.”
The girl then jumped. “She has deceived you..”
“I believe it.”
With his experience, Bing Jiazhi was not easy to believe, even against his own teacher. He came here for an adventure before going to the Bamboo sect to avenge Xiang Guang. Even who the girl said she was, she didn't care.
Bing Jiazhi nodded. “I understand.”
Yang smiled and said, “It turns out there is another one coming.”
Bing Jiazhi turned to the side, and was right. A beautiful girl walked quietly and stopped beside him. Its presence is like a falling leaf; slow and calm.
Her color dress is very striking. It has blue, yellow, red, purple and pink colors.
The woman was wearing a white veil, but her pointed nose and red, perfect lips were still visible.
She's very pretty. With a slim body and white skin, as white as cotton and soft, even as if there were no feathers. Very smooth!
Bing jiazhi was very interested in her eyebrows, eyelashes and very beautiful eyes. His eyebrows were black with perfect form, to him. His eyelashes are black and perfectly curved.
In her hair was a white cloth to tie her hair. Although she did not wear hair ornaments, she already looked like a goddess.
The smell he had was also very fragrant.
But, it was a pity that his gaze was cold, despite the subtle tenderness in his gaze.
“Which, I want to challenge you,” said the girl softly like dew dripping in the morning; slow and very soothing when touching her.
Who laughs. “You can do anything you want to do.”
“Thank you.”
Bing Jiazhi thought that the girl would take out her Mandala's gun or ring, but she made a gentle stand. And took out a piece of paper from behind his back that was somehow there. Then pluck one of the blue lantern flower stalks.
Take out the ink bottle, then insert the end of the flower stalk.
He lifted his face gently. “Let's do..”
Who laughs. “What are you going to do with that piece of paper and ink? Do you want to write?”
“Be careful talking. You're not in the safe circle.”
“No problem for me. I speak anything will never change the future.”
“Do you know Xue Ni?”
“Are you his son?”
The woman shook her head. “No. I'm different from him. Be careful.”
The girl began to move her hands gently and as if she thought Bing jiazhi was not there. His face was more filled with an expression of tenderness. His hand moved as if holding a pen. It moved gently, and sometimes faster, but its expression remained gentle.
Bing Jiazhi Just looked at her, although he was curious what the girl's relationship with Xue Ni was.
For a while, he finished it. He then stood up and looked at Yang with a gentle expression.
“yang, this is a gift for you.”
The girl took off her piece of paper that had contained a painting playing a flute. The painting is beautiful, with amazing details.
After hovering for a moment, the paper disappeared as if it was burning something.
Then a bright color light appeared. Not long after, the other one appeared in the same clothes that the girl was wearing, but was holding a flute.
The girl looked at Bing Jiazhi. “Let's watch from a further distance.”
Bing Jiazhi just nodded.
After taking 20 steps, they stopped and turned around.
The previously formed one directly attacked the original Yang with its flute without speaking a word.
“What's your name?” bing Jiazhi asked without looking at him.
“Lian.”
...illustration....
...source: pinterest...
