She is a shark.

The shark is born very beautiful, and is belligerent, arrogant by nature, and disdainful of being weak.

But man is probably a magical creature, and he can always make something fresh and curious, which attracts the hearts of several other worlds. In the ethnic group, you can often see some poems, scripts, wooden figures, puppets and the like.

Curious, she also secretly played with it.

also slipped into the world to play quietly because of the novelty in it.

At that time, she was not yet able to transform into a human form.

Sharks are born without distinguishing between male and female, and when they reach adulthood, they are divided into men and women because of what they think in their hearts.

When Scarlet Glass was a child, she was also one of the little overlords in the sea, often holding a red tassel gun, showing off her martial arts. That's his wish, to grow up to be a burly and invincible general like his father.

And later, I don't know when, his wish changed, he still wanted to be a man who stood up to the sky, but no longer wanted to be a general, but wanted to be a heroic and unruly man. He thought that if he was a man, he should be like him, with a handsome face, a bright spirit, and a casual and chic nature, and when he grew up, he could drink and talk with him, ride freely, and make the world his home.

He knew him for the first time.

It is from the mouth of a girl, the girl's eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and the country is fragrant. No, or rather, she's a peach blossom demon.

He called her sister.

At that time, he didn't know how to transform into shape, and often turned into a fish to play around, and Peach Blossom Creek was the place where he often swam.

My sister loves to dance very much, and often transforms into an adult, walks out of the tree, and dances in a red dress by the stream under the tree.

She also often holds a pen and sketches on paper.

Obviously, with a wave of her hand, she can conjure up countless pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, but she is careful and very frugal in using the pile of paper that is not thick. And every word and every painting in her pen has been carefully and carefully collected.

And her pen often mentions that the person she often paints is Yan Li. She would often tell their stories to the stream: every encounter, every acquaintance.

She is very gentle, when she sits down, the corners of her clothes will be soaked in water, and her long black hair will also be soaked in water, and she will deliberately bite her hair, and then she will smile very gently, and use her fingertips to make a splash, and the water droplets will bounce to her forehead. I will gently swirl with the water waves, and the water waves will linger in a circle. She smiled softly, and the sparkle in her eyes was moving.

Scarlet felt that those stories were as beautiful as paintings, and the brilliance in Sister Yao's eyes was even brighter than the brightest pearl she had ever seen. I have also seen Yan Li's own, amazingly talented, like a shocking Hong, I just think they are more compatible than the talented and beautiful women written in the book, as long as they stand together, it makes people feel beautiful.

The life span of a demon is too long, and the emotion is even weaker, and there may not even be love in a lifetime, but if there is love, it will be unswerving until death. At that time, he didn't understand their love, but she liked them, liked such a world, and they made him linger.

But for some reason, my sister's smile is getting less and less, and even dancing is getting less and less, and she will lose her mind when she dances often, and she will cry unconsciously when she faces the stream.

He doesn't understand.

Do demons also cry?

Mother's relatives often say that mermaids cry into tears, and mother's beads are glowing with gold, only one, which is very beautiful, but he doesn't like the breath. He had never cried, and he didn't know what color he was, and a manly man couldn't cry.

The mother also touched his head: "It's a good thing not to cry, my mother hopes that you won't cry." ”

That day, he sneaked into the stream as usual, and his sister wore a red dress with a slight green silk. The body is light, dancing under the blooming peach blossom tree, which is incredibly beautiful.

And Yan Li, dressed in a white shirt and green robe, staggered over.

The green silk was gone, and it turned out to be light. Yan left him to shave, he didn't understand what shaving meant, but this bald head was really not good-looking.

Sister Xu saw Yan Li, the corners of her lips raised a smile, the tenderness in her eyes seemed to overflow, the dancing posture was even more intense, the red dress was like fire, as if she was going to burn herself, the peach blossoms were extremely beautiful, it was amazing and shocking that she had never seen, as well as heart palpitations.

As soon as the dance stopped, she approached Yan Li step by step, and she kept smiling, as if she had no other expression except for laughing. Her lips opened and closed, and she couldn't hear what she was saying, but Yan Li's expression became more and more frightened, he stretched out his hand in a panic, but she turned into countless peach blossoms and dissipated the moment he was about to touch it!

He watched it all in astonishment, he didn't know what love was, but he knew that it was the sad death of the dead, the empty, the barren, the living in vain, like his own departed grandmother.

Yan Li's grief was silent, he just stood there, sluggish, like a child who had lost everything, yes, like a child, a child who didn't know love.

He didn't understand why it became like this, he didn't understand those partings that were too beautiful and cruel, so he stubbornly thought that he was responsible for her, and Yan was responsible for Taoyao, and he was stubborn and hated his thin affection.

Flick your tail and turn around, and go for twenty years.

Later, he could transform into a shape, swam to the stream, and became attached to the Seven Delusions.

He set foot in the Void Temple, came to find the seven delusions, and saw him in his courtyard, his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, without sorrow or joy, like a Buddha statue.

And the dead tree, standing in the middle of the yard, withered, did not match the surrounding vegetation, and looked stiff and ridiculous.

No sorrow, no joy, no desire, no mercy. If it is truly ruthless, why keep what is dead?

Why bother, the people of Iraq have passed away, and the sorrow is in vain.

She hated him, but she pitied him.

The word love is too cruel to him.

When you don't know love, you are negative, and when you know love, you are separated.

It's a sigh at all.

It's ridiculous to think about it, what position do you have to blame, whether you hate or pity, your own love can't be understood, let alone their love.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom and defeated, turning inch by inch into smoke and dust.

The dead tree was nowhere to be found.

Scarlet turned to leave.

She is not Taoyao, she is not a dumping face, and Qiyu will not be Yan Li.

So what neither of them saw was the place where the dead tree was originally located, and a young bud broke through the ground, verdant and dripping, which was very gratifying.

Today, the pilgrims of the Void Temple are more than ever, almost all the pilgrims under the mountain have come to the mountain, and there are also believers who have been relieved and crossed by Master Youtan, kneeling outside the temple, from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, the long stone steps are full of human figures.

But there was no noise, and everyone quietly bowed their heads or recited the scriptures.

Today is the day of the mage's cremation.

Qi Yu and his party knelt in the courtyard, looking at the figure that was gradually engulfed by the fire, the master's face was calm, and the bearing of the whole body was still compassionate and graceful, as if he was alive.

When Master rescued him, he was still a baby, and he would not have the impression he had at that time because of his outstanding talents.

Since he can remember, his master has been compassionate, graceful and gentle to the bone.

He was brought up by the master, who was very patient with his toddler and never pretended to others.

When he was young, when Master went down the mountain to practice, he would often carry himself on his shoulder.

When he could run, he thought about his youth, took his hand and walked through the five hundred stone steps step by step, smiling gently, and explaining what the master saw and heard in a gentle voice, and outlined the world for himself in the most simple and straightforward words.

At that time, I was too young, envious of the harmony of other fathers and sons, at that time, I called my master and called my father, even if I was older later, I knew that I could not talk nonsense, but I was still happy and proud when I remembered that memory.

Only I have called Master Daddy, and Master has also responded.