There is a branch of ink in the empty white,
It's like the four seasons of mountains and moons being blown away by the wind.
The jade is broken in the fleeting time, half a lamp.
She dug out the stings from her body and wrapped them in black gauze.
Hidden deep in the lotus flowers, hidden in the golden well of the windlass.
But in the end, that delicate rose,
Smiling withered, but not lying in the hands of the flower-folder,
There is no more ink in the empty white,
The tears in his eyes came from the mountain moon,
Flow into the heart.
"Eldest...eldest sister..."
Qingyun didn't know why there was only a vast expanse of white around him, and he didn't know why all the enemies had disappeared. He even preferred to be in the legendary underworld now.
Because as he approaches with trembling steps, the tall figure becomes clearer and clearer.
Qingyun didn't dare to blink because he was afraid that he would be like last time. When his eyes closed, the next moment would be ten years.
Yes, Xiao Luoyi, the figure that makes Qingyun yearn for it day and night, hoping to embrace each other again, is as close as a stone's throw away.
His mind couldn't function, and his eyes couldn't move. He could only walk mechanically, timidly, and tremblingly towards the figure not far away.
"Sister, is that you?"
Xiao Luoyi, who had his back to Qingyun, did not look back or make a sound, as if there was only the gently fluttering black gauze, calling to Qingyun.
"Sister, why are you ignoring me?"
He was so shocked that he didn't understand or want to understand what was going on.
He just dullly noticed that every time he called out the word "eldest sister", Xiao Luoyi's figure would tremble slightly.
"Sister, what's wrong with you? Why don't you look back, sis?"
Finally, Xiao Luoyi raised his hand to wipe away his tears, letting that enchanting and peerless face appear in front of Qingyun in the most perfect posture.
The bright jade is not broken, and the lover is still the same. She is still so charming but not charming, like a black rose blooming in the scorching sun. Unfortunately, in the end, she is still unable to withstand the gentle clouds of spring, wind and rain, and Xiaoxiao Hongye ends up losing her life.
"Sister! It's really you! Sis!"
Unable to suppress the tears filling his eyes any longer, Qingyun threw himself into Xiao Luoyi's arms like crazy.
"Sister...I...miss...you so much!"
Qingyun was so choked up that he almost felt suffocated from crying when he had reached the Yuan Hua realm, and buried his head deeply in Xiao Luoyi's chest.
Qingyun's confused brain was unable to notice the violent trembling of Xiao Luoyi's body, and all the mixture of snot and tears on her face rubbed onto her black veil.
Similarly, Witch Xiao's words also had a different kind of vibrato, just like Qingyun, she seemed to be trying very hard to suppress the emotions in her heart.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't cry, don't be sad, eldest sister is here, eldest sister is here."
Her height was almost the same as Qingyun's, but her warm breath and familiar voice whispered in Qingyun's ears, which did not make him stop crying, but instead made him howl even more.
So much so that the wailing young man didn't notice at all that Xiao Luoyi, who was surrounded by him, had raised his delicate white arms at some point, and there was an extra hand on the bare hands that had protected him countless times. A shining sharp dagger!
The target is directly at the back of Qingyun's head!
"Don't be afraid, little brother. Don't be afraid, little brother. The eldest sister is here and the eldest sister will not leave."
Her voice became more and more warm, and after soothing her over and over again, Qingyun finally noticed something was wrong.
"Big sister has never been so gentle, little brother? No!"
It's a pity that the speed of Xiao Luoyi's attack seems to be as fast as Qingyun's thoughts, and the sharp tip of the knife is about to cut off his last thoughts.
at the same time.
In a vast hall that is so huge that it can accommodate almost a thousand people, more than a hundred young monks in different costumes are sitting attentively, listening to the teachings of the leader.
The layout of the hall is simple but not simple. I don't know what kind of magical material is used in the dome. While it protects everyone from the howling wind, the sunlight can also shine directly into the room without any obstruction, reflecting the brightness and magnificence inside.
Although the clothes of these young people are not uniform, they are basically full of strong exotic customs, and some are even very primitive and wild.
Even though they all looked human-like, with their colorful hair and eyes, they didn't look like they were from Kyushu.
However, in addition to being large, the layout of the palace is somewhat similar to that of ordinary schools in Kyushu. It is fully equipped with books, calligraphy, paintings, and annotations to classics.
After these scriptures were piled up around the hall, they turned the place into a huge scripture collection pavilion. The rich aroma of pen and ink was like burning sandalwood, making those who entered involuntarily calm down and concentrate on studying. Enlightenment.
As for these more than a hundred young people, their cultivation levels vary, but basically the higher they are, the higher their cultivation level is.
Even the outstanding ones in the front row, who seemed to be meditating with their eyes closed, all exuded a touch of the power of the soul. This was the divine consciousness that monks in the Concentration Realm possessed just now!
But not to mention them, even these more than a hundred monks put together, compared with the young man on the high platform who is holding his chin in his hands and looking lazy, they are just earthworms and big trees, fireflies and bright moon. , can never compare to his gleaming light thousands of miles away.
The young man sat high on a huge stone throne on the stone steps, like an emperor overlooking all living beings. He looked to be only twenty-five or six years old. His long black hair was dragged to the ground. He was older than the monks below. Somewhat human-like.
But whether judging from his unfathomable aura or his ancient attire, this person's real age is definitely not as old as he looks.
His appearance can no longer be described as handsome. He is somewhat similar to Qingyun back then. There is a little bit of bookishness in his elegance. Although his gender can be seen at a glance, he seems to have the elegance of a daughter's family.
He just squinted his eyes like he was asleep and awake, with a laziness and nobility that made it impossible to look directly at him.
What is different is that the young man is wearing a five-color robe, which is very ancient and elegant, and is slightly similar to the dress of the ancient monks of Kyushu.
Standing next to him was a beautiful female cultivator who looked about the same age as him. She had red hair and a hot figure. Her clothes were as simple and eye-catching as the monks below. It was obvious at a glance that she was not a maid.
The mountain breeze was blowing, and through the dome you could vaguely see scattered green leaves falling from the giant trees, and some large and small birds were walking leisurely on them.
But at this moment, the young man at the head who had closed his eyes to rest and looked tired suddenly let out a clear muffled groan for no reason!
And the moment he opened his pair of bright starry eyes, the birds that were so comfortable on the dome didn't even have time to react, and all of them pitifully turned into invisible powder, and were carried away by the mountain wind and sent to the reincarnation of the huge forest. among.
"Lord First Ancestor!"
The fierce and vast spiritual pressure rushed towards the face, instantly awakening everyone below. The few people in the front opened the body-protecting spirit shield at the same time as if they had a tacit understanding. While protecting themselves, they also tried their best to protect the juniors behind them.
Fortunately, as the young man moved from exhaling to inhaling, the terrifying spiritual pressure returned to him like all rivers returning to the sea. This scared everyone behind him into a thin layer of cold sweat, even the few in the front. The monks in the Ning Ning Shen Realm also felt like they were being pardoned.
"Master Xihe, you..."
The red-haired female cultivator was initially shocked by the man's sudden spiritual pressure. No, to be precise, she was not shocked, but horrified!
Because she saw with her own eyes that the other person's face turned pale for a moment after his breath had calmed down!
"Xi and the adults are injured!"
Suppressing the surge in her heart, she still asked with concern for the first time.
What she responded to was an indifferent smile on the young man's handsome face, and his pale golden pupils were full of kindness. He shook his head and said with a smile:
"It's okay, Yinghong, you don't have to look at me with this expression. I just encountered some interesting things."
Immediately, Xihe swung the broad sleeves of his five-color robe, and everyone below couldn't help but silence. There was nothing but awe and respect on their faces.
"No one was hurt, right?"
"No~"
Everyone replied in unison.
"That's good."
Xihe smiled faintly again, then looked up at the transparent dome for a while, with a trace of guilt that was imperceptible to others flashing in his eyes.
He seemed to be thinking about something, like the blazing sun in the sky. Every move he made touched everyone's heartstrings, and the hall was silent for a while.
"Well, that's all for today's practice."
After a short while, Xihe stroked his long hair from his forehead and said softly, his movements were indescribably noble.
It's hard to imagine that this young man who looks like he's in his twenties would be one of those people who are standing on top of the world, oh no, I should say reaching the top.
"Yes! Lord Ancestor!"
Everyone stood up and bowed in unison, clasped their fists and saluted, without exception.
At this time, Xi He's face had already returned to its original color. It could be seen that the woman named Ying Hong guessed that she had only received some minor injuries. However, as soon as everyone finished speaking, they saw Xi He's handsome face turn pale slightly, and the blood color could not help but fade away again. a bit.
"Xi and my lord, why not today..."
Just as Yinghong was about to say something to stop her, Xihe suddenly opened her mouth and sprayed out a brilliant ball of light that also shone with five colors of brilliance.
The ball of light was only the size of an ordinary person's thumb, but the majestic energy and ancient and powerful spiritual power emanating from it made all the young monks underneath swallow their saliva.
"Oh, it's better to hurt the bamboo than the shoots."
Xihe smiled and glanced at Yinghong, who looked worried. His voice was still so loving, but mixed with a hint of exhaustion.
"Long Yuan is indeed precious, but anything too much is never enough. You should act within your ability."
"Yes, thank you, Master Ancestor, for your immeasurable grace!"
At this time, the young monks were already hungry and thirsty, and they were desperately absorbing the dragon essence that Xi He was talking about. Especially the several monks in the Concentration Realm headed below, each of them had blue veins bulging out, just like they were at that time. Xihe is farting.
Only Yinghong beside him only glanced at the rapidly shrinking five-color dragon yuan with clear eyes and was unmoved.
PS: Although I know no one is watching, I still hope that someone can give me some support and encouragement, in any way~
