At this time, the flowers and trees in the garden seemed to be restless, like angry people, their emotions were so obvious.
Slowly, the sound of the flute flows like water, and the music passes through every petal and reaches every corner.
The flowers and trees gradually became quiet, like a gentle woman, stretching her soft limbs, elegant and quiet, and looking so non-aggressive.
A few people didn't dare to be careless. After all, the identity of the visitor was unknown. Who knew whether he was helping them or the enemy?
The sound of the flute continued, getting closer and closer, and the flowers and trees even began to jump for joy, automatically in the absence of wind, like a woman dancing gracefully.
Huangfujin felt Su Mo's body trembling slightly and hurriedly held her hand. Su Mo glanced at him. At this time, the flowers and trees separated automatically. A man in white walked over as if he was walking on water and clouds. His white clothes were elegant and his steps were very fast.
, as if stepping on the clouds, making it difficult for people to see his steps clearly.
His long black hair was tied on top of his head with a green bamboo hairpin, and the rest flowed down like a waterfall of luxurious ink satin, until it reached his waist.
The whole person is like stepping out of a painting, giving people a noble, elegant, mysterious and otherworldly feeling.
It makes people doubt that he is not a human being at all, maybe he is a fairy from somewhere, so pure and elegant.
His glass-like eyes were calm and calm, like the vast sky, pure and peaceful, without any ripples. However, when he saw Su Mo, something strange flashed across his eyes.
Everyone held their breath, wondering if they had seen some hallucination.
A gust of wind came, carrying a faint fragrance that seemed to be nothing, blowing up his clothes like white clouds and hair like flowing springs, but it did not disturb the rhythm of the flute.
It is still as flowing as a spring, without interruption.
When the song ended, the lingering sound lingered, and everyone was still intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
He inserted the bamboo flute behind his waist, and then formed complex mudras with his hands. Wherever he moved, his inner energy flowed, making people feel like they were overflowing with light, and his whole body was like a piece of warm suet-fat jade.
Everyone looked at him quietly, no one disturbed him, and he just kept doing his gestures. After a long time, he clasped his hands together and said loudly: "Open!"
At the command, the flowers and trees dispersed one after another, the pink miasma receded, Qingming returned to the flower forest, and the situation among the flowers and trees became clear at a glance.
Lan Ru and Liu Huo were sleeping under the white crape myrtle tree nearby, back to back, with peaceful expressions and no pain at all.
