Zanxing

Biwing bird is not like not flying, flying but drinking and pecking, not separated from each other. It must be in one place when it comes back to life. He said eloquently: Biyihua is similar to Biyi bird. I heard that this tree blooms only once in a hundred years. , only those who are destined can see the way it blooms. And those who see it bloom. He suddenly refused to speak.

Fairy Qinghua asked, What will happen?

Gu Caiyu was embarrassed for a moment, and bowed her head embarrassedly: It will last forever and never be separated.

I will cut off your head and make your bones into a spiritual weapon, and now I can keep you and me forever forever. Fairy Qinghua stared at him.

Gu Caiyu coughed lightly: It's a legend, don't take it seriously.

Fairy Qinghua glared at him, then bent down to pick up a bipedia flower on the ground that had been blown down by the wind. The fiery luan bird perched on her fingertips, perhaps touched by the gorgeous and strong color, she looked at The flower smiled slightly.

Gu Caiyu was stunned.

After that, the day went on as usual.

However, Gu Caiyu stopped doing new woodworking work, and stopped writing those sour poems. He was obsessed with painting.

He painted Fairy Qinghua, and he didn't dare to draw it blatantly, but rather sneakily, only daring to draw two strokes when Fairy Qinghua went out to practice swords or break the enchantment. Sometimes a jade-colored jade hairpin is added, and sometimes a cloud-like skirt is added. Sometimes I paint the gorgeous red flower on her fingertips, sometimes I paint her bright and moving, but slightly indifferent eyes.

He drew meticulously, and the cracks in the enchantment were getting bigger and bigger. Maybe they would be able to go out soon.

The hairpin star saw a bright light in the dark night.

Gu Caiyu's voice sounded under the Biyi Huashu: Fairy Fairy, come out and see!

The woman in white came out of the thatched hut. The giant tree in the field is covered with paper lanterns of various colors, which illuminate Nagano brightly. At the end of the sky in the distance, fireworks bloom from the night sky, and the sky is gorgeous and beautiful. The man's voice sounded, with a mocking smile: The lantern is like the silver of a fire tree, and the blazing white branches are brilliant.

boring.

How can it be called boring, Gu Caiyu's voice was still clear: I use a knife to carve a stroke on the pillar on the wall every day. Counting the time, half a year has passed, and today is New Year's Eve. We are in this secret realm, Can't forget the customs. Look, do the fireworks look good?

Fairy Qinghua looked into the distance.

Those fireworks noisily rushed into the night sky, casting a colorful star on the field.

She said indifferently: It's just an illusion, what's so good about it?

Fairy also knows illusion? Gu Caiyu was surprised.

Illusion is a trick used by the demon race to deceive people. It is a blinding method without any offensive power. Ordinary monks don't bother to practice. How do you practice it?

It doesn't have any offensive power, but the girl likes it. Gu Caiyu said with a smile.

Fairy Qinghua turned to stare at him.

He touched his nose, followed to look at the night sky, and said sternly: Illusion is simple, but mortals prefer to use tricks, which only shows that it can really hit the most vulnerable part of people's heart. For example, fireworks are fake, but I think The mood at the moment of watching the fireworks is real. The illusion is fake, and the feeling of longing at that moment is real.

In a person's life, there will be many difficult moments when they are unwilling to face reality. A person who lives soberly like Fairy, maybe one day, he will also need this kind of false illusion to gain comfort.

Nonsense, Fairy Qinghua said coldly, How could I need that kind of thing.

That's not necessarily true, Gu Caiyu touched the head of the chicken in his arms: People grow very well, so where does this go.

Fairy Qinghua didn't speak anymore, she just raised her head to look at the lights in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, the picture became chaotic, accompanied by various noisy sounds.

She heard the sound of swords colliding, and saw that there seemed to be many people fighting on the battlefield, and Fairy Qinghua seemed to be injured. She saw the white-haired real Shaoyang sitting in front of Fairy Qinghua's couch, and sighed, Just be like a mirror, forget the past.

A mirror flower and water moon. Hairpin Xing saw Fairy Qinghua lowered her eyes, and her voice was calm: No.

I'll never forget it, she said.

Hairpin Xing saw Fairy Qinghua pick out a cyan long stick from the spirit tool storehouse. She planted a Biyi flower in Xiaoyao Hall. She used an illusion to make all the Biyi flowers bloom, like those fire-colored luans on the field. like birds. She danced the stick under the flower tree, the flower rain and the stick wind intertwined, and finally a layer of moonlight ripples swayed.

Eventually become a mirror.

Those images flashed through Zanxing's mind like a revolving lantern. She saw Fairy Qinghua in Xiaoyao Palace, pinching two clumsy puppets with mud, she placed the puppets under the Biyihua tree, The brilliance on the green stick is getting brighter day by day.

She saw Fairy Qinghua put Qing'e Nian Hua Stick into the bookshelf of the martial arts hall.

I see.

The hairpin star suddenly realized.

She once thought that Qing'e Nianhua Stick was a practice created by Fairy Qinghua, who is the proud daughter of the sky. Gu Caiyu, both surnamed Gu, is most likely Gu Baiying's father, the mysterious sweetheart of Fairy Qinghua.

Jinghuashuiyue means that the days spent with Gu Caiyu are as fragile and hard to find, and the fire trees and silver flowers are just to miss the bright fake fireworks on the wilderness. Perhaps there are more. In this exercise, every move and every style is closely related to Gu Caiyu. It is the consolation created by Fairy Qinghua in order to miss her sweetheart.

Since it is consolation, there is tenderness everywhere, sincerity everywhere, tenderness everywhere, and regret everywhere.

Indeed, she never really understood this mind law, just because this mind law was not shown to her in the first place.

Now Fairy Qinghua's sense of consciousness remains in the picture of the beauty, the goddess is gone, the past is hard to find, what about Gu Caiyu? What about the man who built a thatched hut in the wilderness, although he couldn't see his face clearly, he always seemed to be able to catch a glimpse of the bright smile on his face?

All the pictures were suddenly gathered, and the chaotic white gradually took over the field of vision.

All the noisy sounds slowly faded away, the gorgeous colors faded away, the red bipedia flower was in the palm of the hand, but it was no longer the bright and dripping appearance it had just seen, it became shriveled, the bright color turned dark, and it wanted to fly. The wings drooped feebly.

I do not know when, has withered.

You saw it. The woman's voice was cold and indifferent.

Hairpin Xing raised her head, Fairy Qinghua looked down at her, her eyes were complicated and completely different from the empty one just now.