Between heaven and earth, a faint white light lingers and dissipates at the end. This is the last breath of dusk.
The twilight shrouds this sea of colorful flowers, and the lonely silver moon hangs in the sky and the earth. The tranquil moonlight is like a calm lake, but with little ripples.
In the intersection of light and shadow, the cool moonlight rendered the delicate petals.
A lonely figure lay quietly in the sea of flowers, and its pale face was like a rose blowing in the wind.
The breeze blows, and the petals all over the sky are swaying in the wind, falling at the end of the moonlight, and falling on this figure.
Tick tock! The flowing hot blood splashed and dyed the petals on the ground red.
This sea of flowers is quiet and peaceful. Even if there is an extra corpse, it cannot conceal its stunningness.
Wow! In the quiet sea of flowers, the sound of petals falling to the ground is so crisp, and they merge into a sweet fairy music. These petals are trying to bury this figure.
I don’t know how long it took, but a pool of blood gathered around this figure.
Due to excessive blood loss, this body has become extremely dry and wrinkled, even if it is a corpse that has been sucked by a vampire and died.
The cold moonlight reflected on the pool of blood, causing ripples. After a few breaths, a dim blood sword fell straight from the sky and landed on the pool of blood. The cracks on the sword marks could be faintly seen.
Two words engraved on it: Qilin!
Buzz! The ancient sword is still embroidered in the wind, and the sound of the sword that seems to be humming goes with the wind.
Streams of bright silver light appeared in vain on the forehead of the corpse. The silver light gathered towards the pool of blood. In the blink of an eye, a huge bodhi tree appeared, slowly condensing, as if it were substance.
The endless power of cause and effect lingers on this Bodhi, and from time to time there are crisp sounds of wooden fish, accompanied by powerful chanting.
"Bodhi has no tree, and a bright mirror is not a stand!"
"There is nothing in the first place, so where is the dust?"
Like an ancient monk whispering in the wind, petals swaying all over the sky swept toward Bodhi.
The flowers bloomed and fell, and the corpse lying in the sea of flowers actually got up strangely. When he opened his eyes, his dark eyes revealed endless confusion.
"Who am I?" the figure whispered, with a hint of confusion in his voice.
"My name is Ye Chen!" Something sounded out from this figure. He covered his head with both hands, and a silvery mark flickered between his eyebrows.
"Ah!" Heart-rending pain swept over him like a tide. His pale face became extremely distorted, and his dark eyes were even bloodshot. Waves of inhuman and shrill screams floated out from this man's mouth.
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A few moments later, the figure lay down again and fell on the Bodhi tree.
Buzz! Buzz! The dim blood sword trembled slightly, even with a hint of mourning, trying to wake up the young man, but the young man seemed to be in a deep sleep, and his twisted handsome face gradually relaxed.
Under the lonely silver moon, this sleeping young man had a comfortable smile on his lips.
"Is it really over?" A faint sigh sounded in the dead sea of flowers, like the whisper of a young woman in her boudoir.
Wow! Under the dark night, a drizzle started in vain. This drizzle washed away the dirt between the sky and the earth, washed away the delicate petals, and the whole sea of flowers bloomed with endless vitality in vain.
Under the bodhi tree, a green bud broke through the soil and appeared. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a green vine, winding up the bodhi tree. Under the background of the moonlight, a strange green lotus slowly bloomed.
Facing the young man's face, a faint sigh appeared again: "Is there no hope?" The sigh swayed in the wind. Between heaven and earth, this Bodhi, this young man, and the green lotus quietly endured the washing of the drizzle, not
divide each other.
Life is like a dream, it is like a dream, it is like an illusion, things in the world are like yesterday, they are both true and false...
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"Floating life is as endless as a dream, and floating life is full of worries."
"No one can share my immortality technique, and the spring in Luochuan will sing forever."
The ethereal sound like the cry of a lark floats in the wind, which is really nice to hear.
Outside the attic, the scorching sunlight fell down with the unique venom of summer. Looking from a distance, layers of white air were rising from the surface of the ground, and even the space was somewhat distorted.
In an exquisite attic, some young ladies with slender waists and well-dressed women were half-kneeling in the attic, gently fanning the feather fans in their hands.
A young man wearing luxurious clothes was lying on the bed in the attic, with a peaceful expression on his face.
After an unknown amount of time, the young man slowly opened his sparse eyes, stood up, and looked around in confusion. It was not until he saw a beautiful figure that the confusion in the young man's eyes receded a lot: "Sister Muwan!"
The young man's voice was a little childish, but for some reason it revealed a sense of vicissitudes of life.
In the attic, a woman standing in front of the window slowly turned around. Her tall body was like a proud snow lotus on the cliff. When her eyes touched the young man, a calm and indifferent smile appeared on her pretty face that made the world eclipse, "You
I’m finally awake!”
"Why am I lying here? I remember that I wasn't taking the test at the martial arts hall before?" The young man stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, and his whole body was filled with endless energy. He jumped and landed lightly in front of the woman.
"It's not because of you that you were so arrogant and arrogant that you fought one against a hundred. In the end, you were exhausted and carried back by Ye Tian!" The woman said lightly, but a touch of pride appeared on her delicate and indifferent face, and then she giggled and said: "It's just that
In just a few years, you have reached the peak of the martial arts realm, you are really a little monster!"
Listening to the woman's praise, a hint of shyness flashed across the boy's immature face: "Even if you are at the peak of the martial arts realm, you can't withstand the siege of those bastards, especially that little bastard Ye Tian, whose cultivation has skyrocketed!"
"So Ye Chen, you have to work hard. Even if you are known as a genius, don't think about it all day long. Work hard. With your qualifications, as long as you work hard, you will definitely become the strongest person in the Ye family!"
With a little expectation in her bright eyes, the woman lightly helped the boy adjust his clothes.
"Random thoughts?" The young man's eyes moved slightly, and he said in confusion: "I have been working hard recently, so there are no random thoughts!"
"Not yet? When I was sleeping, you kept holding my hand and talking in my sleep, saying that you were the fifth generation Moon God, the master of the Sword God Sect, and so on!"
"Your ambition is not small!" The woman, the youngster called Sister Mu Wan, chuckled, with a little tenderness on her delicate and pretty face.
Hearing this, the young man's body trembled in vain, as if he had been struck by lightning. He immediately smiled bitterly and said: "Sister Mu Wan, I really had a long and very real dream!"
The young man rubbed his brows and walked to the window. The ivy outside the window had climbed into the house and bloomed into magical green lotuses. The young man bent down, sniffed the green lotus and murmured to himself: "This dream is real.
I can't tell whether it's reality or a dream. In the dream, three years ago, I had a problem with my cultivation. I didn't awaken my bloodline for three full years, and I suffered ridicule from various members of the family. Later, I got my mother in the hands of Lan Gu.
The Qilin Ring left behind, there is a soul hidden in the Qilin Ring, and that soul is actually a Fire Qilin, a rogue Fire Qilin, that guy helped me awaken my bloodline!" At this point, the young man suddenly stopped, and let him recall how he wanted.
I can't even recall what happened after that dream.
However, the young man felt inexplicably lost for some reason, as if he had lost something.
"Er Niang has been dead for so many years. Don't miss Er Niang too much. It's rare for me to come back to the family. In a few days, I will accompany you to the grave on Er Niang's death anniversary!" Ye Muwan walked towards the young man's back and patted her with her slender jade hands.
Holding the boy's shoulders.
"Sister Mu Wan, is that really a dream?" Turning around, the young man stared blankly at the face in front of him that was so familiar in his memory.
"What's it if it's not a dream, silly boy!" Ye Muwan flicked the young man's brow, and remembered something, screamed, and regretted: "I forgot, Senior Sister Qianchuan asked me to go there earlier, you boy, just have a good rest if you have nothing to do.
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After saying that, Ye Muwan left in a hurry, leaving behind a beautiful silhouette.
Looking at the distant beautiful figure, the young man shook his head and whispered: "Sister Mu Wan, you are still like this, with a bad memory!"
The young man wore a thin windbreaker and declined the company of several maids. He walked out of the attic and faced the bright sunshine. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes: "Is that really a dream? Why is it so clear?"
Under the sun, this thin figure looks so lonely, only the bodhi tree and the green lotus in the courtyard reflect it... (To be continued...)