Pokemon's Fifth Elite

Chapter 157

Luther clearly remembered the legend of the Phoenix King and the double towers in Yuanzhu city. Three hundred years ago, the human struggle burned down the bell tower where the Phoenix King had always lived, which destroyed the fetters between the human beings and the Phoenix King.

Before leaving the burning tower, she used her own strength to revive the three elves who died in the fire, Shui Jun, Yan Di and Lei Gong, which are the three most familiar holy beasts.

Human beings, fearing the power that can manipulate life and revive the dead, once again used violence to attack the three holy beasts.

The Phoenix King, who no longer trusted human beings, never returned to the bell tower in Yuanzhu City, even if the people in Yuanzhu city had repented and built a new bell tower next to the charred tower again.

Coincidentally, Luther inquired about this history on the Internet. People in Yuanzhu city still said that the Phoenix King no longer likes humans and does not want to show up. However, in fact, Xiaozhi met the Phoenix King several times and even said his experience in front of people in Yuanzhu city. However, the common idea of those people in Yuanzhu city is that Xiaozhi is lying.

It is said that the Phoenix King will only appear in front of honest trainers. In this way, the debt to be paid by Yuanzhu city is far from enough. At least it is not as simple as building a tower to say that he has made atonement and repentance.

Luther did not expect to hear a more ancient myth about the Phoenix King here. This myth seems to have occurred in a more distant era. At that time, the Phoenix King who was still full of confidence in mankind saved this barren land.

According to the legend of King Feng's falling feather, later flying elves gathered together to warn the town of falling feather. Luther could only sigh that this land must have bred a group of good people.

If the people in this land are like the people in Yuanzhu City 300 years ago, that life-saving feather will not fall.

If they didn't live in harmony with the flying elves in the canyon, it would be hard for them to survive that winter.

Luther did not believe in myths before, but now he feels the yearning truth, goodness and beauty in myths, which is the most primitive move.

Because of that handful of feathers, the doctor gave Ma Yi and Luther a lot better. He was just sighing that chrysanthemum grass leaves were so stubborn that they really followed all the way.

"Excuse me, what is the last big program of the falling feather Festival?"

Just now Luther heard Daye talking with the villagers and asked him. He smiled a little mysteriously and said he would know by midnight.

The doctor pointed to the feather in the sackcloth's hand: "at midnight, the flying elves in the town will take off together and hover over the town. Finally, they will take turns to pass over the town, fly around the people they want to bless and drop their feathers."

"After that, those who can withstand the severe cold will return to the cave in the canyon to rest. Those who can't resist the severe cold will migrate to warm places in the South and return in the coming year. Some will choose to live in the huts built by the villagers."

This is not so much a blessing ceremony as a spiritual fetter built by the flying elves and the people of this land for thousands of years. Both sides integrate this fetter into their blood.

Although this ceremony has been gradually replaced by a more cheerful and entertaining way, it is no longer a cumbersome sacrifice, but a cheerful celebration. The form has changed, the core has not changed, and the two sides still attach importance to this process.

Chrysanthemum leaves lay in a cart similar to a stroller and were sent out by the doctor. The chrysanthemum leaves covered with blankets slept soundly. I don't know what I dreamed, and the leaves on my head shook.

The condition is not serious. After taking medicine, you can almost recover from a day's rest.

The good news also relieved Luther and Ma Yi.

Today, there are not many elves to be rescued in the spirit center. The doctor is not very busy. He sat aside and looked at the fireworks rising out of the window of the spirit center and smiled silently.

Joey came in with big bags and small bags. He was stunned to see Luther. After understanding the reason, he gave a piece of soft candy he bought to chrysanthemum grass leaves. Then he took the snow cake and fell next to Luther, watching the lively scenery outside the glass with others.

The grand fireworks party is coming to an end. A bunch of spectacular fireworks exploded in the air, splitting countless small fireworks and blooming in the process of falling.

Chrysanthemum grass leaf suddenly woke up. The "flowers" in full bloom in the sky kept her eyes. Until the fireworks were a little dim and the night sky became cold, chrysanthemum grass leaf turned to look at the linen clothes on one side, stretched out his hand and gave a soft cry.

The action of chrysanthemum grass leaves made Luther and hemp clothes move their eyes back from the street. When they saw the chrysanthemum grass leaves with some spirit, they hurried up to hold her down and prevent her from jumping around.

"Have a good rest. You haven't taken the medicine for long. Just lie down." Ma Yi said, picked up the soft candy given by Joey and asked, "can she take this now?"

"There's no conflict with medicine. It's no problem if you don't eat more."

Ma Yi fed the soft candy into the mouth of Ju Cao ye and felt the sweet taste at the moment of entering the mouth. Ju Cao ye also stretched out his tongue and licked Ma Yi's fingers.

Satisfied chrysanthemum leaves close their eyes and feel the wonderful taste of soft candy.

"Are you coming?"

Joey and the doctor stood up and looked outside.

Standing on the mailbox, the house and the fountain, the flying elves wandering in various parts of the town flapped their wings like something pulling them. The sound of flapping their wings continued, like a series of squibs.

Foreign trainers poured into the streets, holding up cameras and mobile phones to record the shocking scene.

Luther had not seen a video of migratory birds in his previous life. The number of migratory birds was much larger than now.

However, what happened in front of us seemed to have an unspeakable rhythm, the frequency of the elves' wings, the attitude of flying, and the uniformity when flying in the air.

All this was not rehearsed, as if every action was engraved in the bodies of the elves. When the last black "tail" joined the army circling in the air, a black "doughnut" appeared over the town.

The doughnuts became a long dragon. They flew around the town along the periphery of the town.

Ten minutes later, the long dragon swaying in the air returned to the Central Park of the town and became a "doughnut" again

Tonight's night sky is a little dim orange, so that people on the ground can clearly see their wonderful posture in the air.

"Is it going to fall?" asked Luther.

Joey nodded. "They've visited the whole town. Now they're going to take turns to bless the people in the town."

"Don't you go out?" asked Ma Yi.

"In previous years, I didn't go out. There were always a lot of things to do. At this time, there were often some accidentally injured flying elves and trainers who didn't understand the rules of the town. They misunderstood them and came here to treat their injuries."

"Don't you feel sorry that you can't participate in such a grand scene..."

Joey chuckled. "We're different."

"Other people's feathers fall on our hands, give them to us, and fall on our hearts." Joey pushed the sackcloth and Luther out of the door. "Well, well, take part in this wonderful moment with chrysanthemum leaves. It's a rare opportunity. It's just that a little will have little impact on her condition."

Luther and Ma Yi were blankly pushed out of the center gate. In the yard of the spirit center, several trainers looked up at the sky and waited for the flying elves to come.