Zanxing

Hairpin Xing handed the flower in his hand to Fairy Qinghua.

Fairy Qinghua took it and looked down at Biyihua at her fingertips. This picture coincides with the scene in the secret realm of the past, but the sweet flowers of the past have now faded away.

In the end things are human and wrong.

Hairpin Xing looked at her and said, It turns out that the appearance of Qing'e Nianhua Stick has such a leading edge.

A person who cultivates immortals, if they can create their own exercises, they will be the geniuses in the sect. Stick, in order to take one's own cultivation to a higher level. But now, when I see what happened in the past in this flower, I know that this exercise was created to miss my sweetheart from the beginning.

Fairy Qinghua's eyes moved, and the Biyi flower disappeared in her hands. She raised her head and said lightly: It seems that you have already realized a lot.

I don't dare to talk about comprehension. Hairpin Xing held the green stick in front of him: It's just a little emotional.

She said, Fairy, let's try again.

The blue-colored Panhua stick swung straight at the woman in white, and the two long sticks collided, causing countless smoke and dust, and even the surrounding chaos was split into a crack.

The stick method is still the same stick method, but the feeling of swinging the stick is completely different from that just now.

It's not that I desperately want to become stronger, or I can't wait to prove myself to everyone. Everywhere the tip of the stick is waving is a trace of the past. The traces of supporting each other in the barren wilderness, and the traces of a thatched hut slowly built under the stone mountain. Walk into the traces of warm colors on the night of heavy rain, and watch the traces of illusory fireworks lighting up from a distance under the Biyihua tree.

One kick, Erlang bears the mountain, steals a step, disturbs a stick, hits a stick, pulls the grass to find snakes, splits the mountain, and walks shoulder to shoulder.

The flower is the stick technique, the tree is the stick technique, the sweet water in the bluestone jar is the stick technique; the lamp is the stick technique, the rain is the stick technique, and the bald-tailed pheasant standing in the courtyard is also the stick technique.

What kind of mood did Fairy Qinghua in those days feel when she practiced the stick technique alone at the Hongtai of the Taiyan Sect? When she planted the non-flowering Biyi flower tree in Xiaoyao Palace, did she ever feel a moment of confusion?

Nobody knows.

The beauty of Qing'e picking flowers, only the painter in the thatched hut understands the beauty of that moment. In all these years, the painter has long since disappeared, only the old beauty picture hidden behind the wall, vaguely still retains the momentary grace of the goddess.

The long stick is like a green light, and it is like a phantom, pressing step by step. The stick wind forced the skirt of the white-clothed woman to be like flying clouds, and her blue silk was scattered in the wind, lining her face as beautiful as the moon.

Hairpin Xing avoided the stick wind above his head, stepped forward, and said in a low voice, If Qing'e Nian Hua Stick was created to remember an old friend, what was Fairy thinking about when she created the move?

A shadow of a stick came from behind, Xing Xing ducked sideways, spread out her hands, holding the flower stick in her hand, she said: If I were you, remembering all the things of the past, if you have nostalgia, you will definitely hope that everything will come back, with A feeling of being lost and found.

She held the stick in both hands and waved lightly towards the front.

With a gentle wave, it seemed like a thunderous force.

Mirror Flowers and Moon-

The stream of flowers continuously poured out from the tip of the stick and turned into a mirror in the sky. The soft mirror swayed with layers of ripples, like a clear lake, gradually revealing countless figures.

The bald-tailed chicken, the sky that is too blue in the secret realm, the stream flowing from the rocky mountain, the thatched hut is always lit with warm lights at dusk, and the rain is dripping on rainy days, someone is hiding inside In the room, he picked up his pen and wrote line after line of beautiful poems.

Gu Caiyu! The woman's voice was full of anger.

The person at the table trembled, hid the unfinished painting in a hurry, turned around, and the face was blurred and unreal, only the beautiful robes were neat and delicate, and the hairbands were flying slightly.

The flower flow from the tip of the stick is like a constant memory, quickly wrapping the green stick layer by layer, and a huge beam of light erupts in the void.

Snapped--

The green stick broke in two and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

All the illusions in the sea of ​​flowers and the mirror disappeared, and everything returned to peace.

Hairpin Xing took back the spirit tool and looked at the woman in front of him: You lost.

Fairy Qinghua looked up at the hairpin star.

From the emptiness at the beginning to the complexity later, there is now a bit of relief in Fairy's eyes. Her voice also softened, and she said, It turns out that the person with fate is you.

Hairpin star puzzled.

Fairy Qinghua bent over, picked up the green stick that was broken in two from the ground, and said, Many years ago, senior brother and I were watching the stars at night, and twenty years after we helped them out, there will be a catastrophe in the world. Only those who are destined can break it. Jie. I foresaw this place as the place where you and I met, so I left a wisp of spiritual knowledge hidden in the painting, only waiting for those who are destined to come and accept the inheritance, so as to survive the calamity.

Wait, why does this sound so familiar. Hairpin Xing was excited, and was about to politely decline, when Fairy Qinghua slapped her forehead with her palm.

That palm came so fiercely that the hairpin star was caught off guard, and was shot straight, and suddenly felt a torrent of spiritual tide pouring into his mind. She heard Fairy Qinghua's voice ringing in her ears: You have defeated me, and you have thoroughly understood Qing'e Nian Hua Stick, and you are destined to be a person.

No, Hairpin Xing shouted in his heart, although there is no such thing as the secret realm of Qinghua Fairy in the original work of Top of the Nine Heavens, but looking at all the novels of immortality, there is a fateful person who saves the world, then this fateful person must be the protagonist.

She is not the protagonist, but she stole the opportunity and inheritance belonging to the protagonist for no reason. I am afraid that if she goes out of the secret realm, she will immediately cause a lot of inexplicable trouble.

She wanted to tell Fairy Qinghua well after she defeated Fairy Qinghua. Who knew that this Fairy was an activist and didn't even give her a chance to speak, so she forcibly started the inheritance.

In a trance, countless things poured into Xing Xing's mind, and those golden words were densely packed, imprinted into her mind from far to near. She felt as if she had become a small stream, receiving the waves from the sea, and she seemed to have become a huge furnace, and countless spiritual grasses, flowers and fruits were filled into her boundless sea of ​​consciousness.

Those golden words were occasionally mixed with some trivial pictures like memories, and they quickly turned into smoke, and the sea of ​​consciousness slowly filled up. Hairpin Xing didn't know how deep Fairy Qinghua's exercises and cultivation were, but at this moment, she was horrified by what she accepted in her sea of ​​consciousness.