Chapter 1239: Yellow Springs and Blue Falls, Zimo Red Dust
Yun Qiyou has lived in the ends of the earth for eight years, and has a deep understanding of this remote and isolated island. He pulled Ye Xiaochuan into the sky and flew up, and soon came to the southwest of Qingbijinjianshi.
The top of that straight cliff.
Out of his absolute trust in Yun Qiyou, Ye Xiaochuan did not ask her why she dragged him to this place.
After walking on the top of the cliff for a while, Yun Qiyou slowly squatted down, reached out and gently wiped the dust and gravel on the rocks under his feet, and two lines of words slowly appeared.
Ye Xiaochuan also squatted down and took a closer look. The two lines of characters carved deeply on the rock were exactly the same: The Yellow Spring is blue and falls, and the purple road is red.
Ye Xiaochuan's heart trembled, and he slowly said: "Could this be what Old Man Huangquan and Fairy Yaochi left behind?"
Yun Qiyou nodded gently.
She had heard the story of Huang Quan and Yao Qin from Xuan Ying. She had not understood much about the love between these two seniors before.
Now, after having too many stories with Elf Ye Xiaochuan, I gradually understand their original state of mind.
If you can be with your beloved, even if your life can only last from sunrise to sunset, you will die without regrets. Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou sat on both sides of the eight characters, one on the left and the other on the right.
It seems like I have gone back many, many years ago. Fairy Huangquan and Fairy Yaoqin must have been sitting where they are at this moment, watching the morning glow and sunset, the ebb and flow of the tide, and carved the heart-breaking words with their hands.
Eight words.
Ye and Yun didn't speak for a long time. They liked this kind of silence. It seemed that in this silent silence, they felt the state of mind of the two seniors Huang Quan and Yao Qin.
As the sun gradually set, Yun Qiyou suddenly took out the Demon-Suppressing Guqin from the Qiankun Bag, and Ye Xiaochuan took out the Huangquan Biluo Xiao almost telepathically. The two met each other for a moment, then smiled.
The piano played and the flute sounded. The two of them didn't say a word, but at this moment they were performing the same piece at the same time. It was not the passionate young tunes they often sang together, but an ancient tune.
The melody is gentle and lingering, as if there is endless sadness and nostalgia.
"The edgeless sword, the thought of cutting through the dust, can be cut continuously in three lives and seven lifetimes.
Reincarnation is painful, beauty is far away, no one will accompany you on the road to the end of the world.
The beauty has died and the flowers have faded. I only want to sleep with you forever.
The sky is vast and the mortal world is noisy. What does immortality have to do with me?
A pot of wine and a sword, why is it so difficult?"
Yun Qiyou's singing voice is definitely not comparable to someone's crow-like broken gong voice. She rarely sings, but every time she sings, it is so touching, as if she can touch the deepest part of everyone's soul.
The sunset on the sea is beautiful and brilliant. At this moment, the harmonious music of pianos and flutes and the melodious singing make the sea even more magnificent.
This ancient song was played by Yun Qiyou and Yun Yazi more than ten years ago near Langya Mountain, but no matter how they performed it, the piano and flute could not sing in harmony.
However, the harmony between the two at this moment is like the sound of nature, and the tones of the piano and flute are completely natural, without any flaws, just like mountains and rivers, playing in harmony with close friends.
"A heart-broken song, where can I find a soulmate at the end of the world?" Wanyan read this softly without tears. Everyone's eyes had moved from love as strong as gold to the two people sitting on the top of the cliff playing the piano.
The young man playing the flute, at this moment, they are like the most perfect couple in the world. The golden sunset shines on the two of them, like a legend.
The golden boy and the beautiful girl.
This melodious, lingering and even melancholy piece of music, combined with the ancient poem about attachment to love and unwillingness to accept the world, makes people shed tears.
It makes people feel that these two people were born to be together and were born to be close friends and confidants.
It's a pity that Wan Yan's tearless expression is sad, and Feng Yi's expression is also very sad.
Why is the relationship between such a pair, destined by God and made for each other, so bumpy?
No method has been found to cure Yun Qiyou's delicate heart with seven orifices. No one knows when the evil god's seal will disappear or when Yun Qiyou's heart disease will break out.
Bailiyuan looked at the two people on the cliff and listened to the most beautiful sound echoing in the sky and the sea. Her expression was a little strange, and her fingers seemed to be stirring the corners of her clothes unconsciously, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
Everyone is quiet, including Wang Cai, who has late-stage ADHD.
They couldn't extricate themselves from the silence in this natural sound, and their moods changed rapidly with the sound of the piano and flute.
Until the sun sets and the stars hang in the sky for nine days, the sound of the piano stops and the sound of the flute stops.
It was getting dark, and Yun Qiyou led everyone to a valley in the center of the island. The valley was not big. There were several cave entrances dug out by people. There were also several stone houses in the valley that were still protected by the wind and frost.
The original appearance has been eroded, and some wooden houses are already dilapidated.
It was too far away from the Middle Earth and there was no one on the island. Yun Qiyou led everyone into the valley and came to the largest stone cave.
The cave that was once the home of the immortals in the South China Sea was intricate and complex. At its most glorious time, it was said that more than 6,000 people lived on this island. Now things have changed and people have long since disappeared. The former glitz and glamor is now gone.
Like a huge wave on the ocean, it will never return.
Everyone has no plans to return to Middle-earth now, mainly because Ye Xiaochuan does not dare to go back. Once they return to Cangyun, Yun Qiyou will know that her master Jingshui Shitai died a year ago, and she has not thought about it yet.
How to explain to Yun Qiyou?
Yun Qiyou's incident is just one of the reasons.
Another reason is about Qin Fanzhen.
I promised to remove the corpse energy from this yin-yang-faced woman. I tried it twice when I was in the black forest, but I couldn't find a good carrier, so I stopped trying it later.
Wanyan Wulei once secretly reminded herself that the Blood Soul Essence can be used as a carrier to absorb corpse energy, but Ye Xiaochuan still hasn't figured out what other uses the Blood Soul Essence has besides detoxifying and swallowing the enemy's energy and blood.
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It's different now. Fengyi once said in the Jiuxuan Fairyland Armory that the Blood Soul Essence is the property of her Evil God Senior Brother. Fengyi knows how to activate and control the Blood Soul Essence.
Therefore, Ye Xiaochuan planned to live in the ends of the earth for a period of time, and then return to the Middle Earth after the corpse energy on Qin Fanzhen's face was completely removed and purified.
It was very dark in the cave. Zuo Qiu habitually took out the Taixu Mirror from his arms, and immediately a white light shot out, illuminating the road ahead for everyone. Ye Xiaochuan opened his mouth, and finally swallowed it.
Forget it, since she doesn't plan to return it to herself, then leave it to her. Over the years, Ye Xiaochuan has been thinking about splitting the three mirrors of Taixu, Chaos and Yin-Yang into three people to guard. The Yin-Yang mirror was given to Senior Sister Du Chun.
I have always thought about giving one to Monk Liujie or Monk Jingse, the last guardian of the Tianchi seal key, but he has no chance with Buddhism.
