It is night, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, the world is silent, even the barking of dogs in the village and the chirping of insects in the grass have disappeared.
Under the clear light of the bright moon, a strange sound of breaking wind could be heard faintly, but a group of big black birds came from the horizon, vast and orderly, under the cover of night. Below, like ghosts, except for the very light fluttering of wings, Nuo Da's queue did not make a sound, just like a well-trained night march.
In the blink of an eye, one team left and the other came again. Under the moonlight, the wings were glowing with a rare green color, and they were also neat and orderly, without making a sound. Not long after, several more teams of big birds came one after another, but they were three lines of red, yellow and white, followed closely by countless miscellaneous troops, of all sizes, most of them were common birds, but even the usual birds The chattering sparrows and the crows that disturbed people's dreams were silent at this time. It was truly "silent".
Somewhere, the sycamore flowers were blooming, the purple air filled the air, and the fragrance drifted for miles. It was a lush sycamore forest. A sycamore tree in the center is as thick as a hug, with a crown as huge as a canopy, but its branches are sparse, like a tree house. A procession of big birds of green, red, yellow, white, and black colors took the lead into the forest, surrounding the treehouse as the center, forming a faint array; hundreds of birds followed behind, and roosted outside the array one after another, all of a sudden on the trees and under the trees. , densely packed, but still not heard a sound of birdsong.
After a long time, a red light burst out from the center of the tree house, and a fireball was seen rising into the sky. A bird-like black spot first appeared in the fireball, and soon it seemed to be ignited by fire. The black spots and flames suddenly expanded. times, the light increased greatly, and the large array of birds around them, which was as calm as water, was also startled by ripples. Fortunately, the black spots slowly shrank back, and finally disappeared. The fireball returned to calmness, and the birds quickly Silence remains. The formation of the five-colored big bird in the innermost circle has always been calm and motionless, as if nothing had happened before.
Time passed little by little, and everything was eerily quiet. The fireball was still burning silently, as if it was gestating something. The sweet scent of the sycamore flower is getting stronger and stronger.
Unknowingly, the fireball seemed to be shaking slightly in the middle of the moon, but the five-color birds were already aware of it, and they all raised their heads and became alert. Sure enough, a clear cry came from Jiutian, but it seemed to be very close at hand. Before the voice fell, the fireball seemed to explode. The flames shot out for several feet in an instant, and then retracted in an instant. It was too late, but it was too soon. Just when the light was shooting out, the five-color bird suddenly flew into the sky and shot towards the light like five five-color sharp arrows. The light seemed to have quality, and all five groups of big birds were severely injured. The five-color feathers fell down one after another, but they were all taken away by the light of the flames. The birds just woke up from a dream, and there was a burst of noise and dance, covering the sky and the moon for a while, and the color of the sky and the earth changed.
At this point, the clear chirping had just stopped, but surrounded by hundreds of birds, the fireball turned transparent and looked like a huge bird egg. A colorful auspicious bird breaks out of its shell and perches on the top of the sycamore tree. Its song is like a flute, which moves the sky. Hundreds of birds flew around for a long time before returning, leaving only one big bird of five colors, holding tung flowers in its mouth and making a nest at the bottom of the tree.
The nest is completed, the auspicious bird enters, and turns into a baby carved from pink and jade, crying endlessly. At this time, dawn is approaching in the east, and five birds sing in unison, mournfully, and wander away.
Outside the sycamore forest, a figure in green robes flew towards him. He saw the purple air lingering in the forest, and there was a hint of red practice reaching into the clouds. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, paused for a moment, and crept in. ……