The night is dark and lonely, the heavy rain in the sky gradually becomes smaller, and the bits and pieces fall in the Qingtong Creek and ripple in circles, with the passage of time, the Qingtong Creek begins to rise in the tide, the tide is like the night, rolling in, making people feel throbbing and damp.

Nie Xiaoqian's expression in Yang Huaiping's arms gradually calmed down, but she hugged Yang Huaiping tightly and refused to let go of anything.

The long wait can always be very painful, especially after a period of darkness, and even more so when it is close to dawn and the light of day.

At this time, Yang Huaiping was tormenting in this pain, waiting, looking forward to the dawn he had been waiting for.

Gradually, the calm water surface of Qingtong Creek began to bubble, the fish in the water began to be restless, a branch and leaf withered and strong, tall and thick, with many pomegranate-like buds hanging on the branches, and the whole dark black tree gradually surfaced.

Yang Huaiping muttered a few words to Nie Xiaoqian's mouth, and he swept to Tie Shu's side like a swallow picking up water, Yang Huaiping looked reverently bowing to Tie Shu, he took out the white porcelain bottle in his arms and slowly opened the lid.

In an instant, three tears of sincerity and love in the white porcelain vase flew out of the bottle and merged into the iron tree, and the pomegranate-like buds hanging on the iron tree moved, but not a single flower bloomed.

Yang Huaiping frowned and looked at the scene in front of him, he suddenly surged with blood and spurted a mouthful of blood on the iron tree, Yang Huaiping's lips twitched and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't say anything.

The helplessness of reality is often like this, I thought I saw a glimmer of hope, but behind the hope, there is a deeper despair!"

Nie Xiaoqian looked at Yang Huaiping with a dejected look, she couldn't help but shout Yang Huaiping a few times, but Yang Huaiping stood under the iron tree with a sluggish expression, as if he hadn't heard Nie Xiaoqian's shout at all.

The scene in front of her made Nie Xiaoqian feel a little caught off guard, and after being stunned for a moment, she flew in the direction of Yang Huaiping in the air.

After a while, Nie Xiaoqian swept to Yang Huaiping's side, she shook Yang Huaiping's body, "Brother Yang, what's wrong with you, why did you suddenly become like this!"

But Yang Huaiping didn't answer Xiao Qian's words at all, under such a blow, his brain fell into a blank, and his eyes became dull!

Nie Xiaoqian bit her thin pink lips and raised her soft jade hand, and she slapped Yang Huaiping's face with blood at the corner of her mouth without mercy.

Immediately a crisp sound sounded, Yang Huaiping suddenly felt a buzzing in his head, and he shook his head suddenly and came to his senses.

Yang Huaiping looked at the tall and stout iron tree in front of him, and he couldn't help but shout hoarsely: "Why is this the case, Tieshu, you have absorbed the three tears of sincerity and love that I have worked so hard to gather, why don't you bloom, even if it is only one flower!"

Nie Xiaoqian paced to Tie Shu's side, she reached out and touched the very metallic bark of Tie Shu, Nie Xiaoqian turned her head and looked at Yang Huaiping with a determined face and said, "Brother Yang, I believe that this Iron Tree will definitely bloom!"

Yang Huaiping focused his gaze on Nie Xiaoqian, he smacked his lips and asked Nie Xiaoqian, "Xiaoqian, will this iron tree really bloom?"

Nie Xiaoqian looked at Yang Huaiping with a firm gaze and said, "Yes, this iron tree will definitely bloom!"

Yang Huaiping stretched out his hand and touched the iron tree in front of him, for a while, he felt very aggrieved, Yang Huaiping looked up at the sky with a sad face, "God, just open your eyes, don't play tricks on people, I have experienced so many things, and it took a lot of effort to find the six masters, is this the result of waiting?"

The sparse autumn rain is still falling, and the iron tree is still an iron tree, and it has never bloomed.

Yang Huaiping looked at the iron tree in front of him blankly, he felt an unprecedented sadness and sadness, unable to express it, only self-knowledge.

After a while, the tide receded, and the flourishing iron trees disappeared into the Qingtong Creek, and everything suddenly seemed like a dream.

Yang Huaiping took out a jar from the bag embroidered with roses from his waist and drank it all, he swept from the water to the stone bridge with Nie Xiaoqian, who was holding a big black umbrella.

Yang Huaiping glanced at Qingtong Creek with ripples in circles again, and he said to Nie Xiaoqian: "Jump on my back, I'll take you out of here!"

Nie Xiaoqian looked at Yang Huaiping with a serious expression, she jumped straight onto Yang Huaiping's back without speaking.

In an instant, Yang Huaiping transformed into a huge butterfly glowing with golden light and flew in the direction of the mountain temple.

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At this time, in the mountain temple, Qianqian, whose eyes were red and swollen, stood in front of the statue of the mountain temple with a sad face, chattering, "Mountain God, Brother Yang, he will leave me forever, he will never come back, I regret it now, how good it would have been if I had promised him, Mountain God, do you know? Love this kind of thing is often selfish, I have a feeling of shame when I see the beautiful little sister next to Brother Yang, you know, I don't think I am worthy of Brother Yang at all!"

The mountain god in the clay sculpture stroked his beard with a playful face, and he muttered: "Girl, just treat me with your delicious food and drink every day, give me incense, and I will never let that kid abandon you!"

About a tea time later, Yang Huaiping transformed into a butterfly glowing with golden light, carrying Nie Xiaoqian to the dilapidated and decaying mountain temple.

Yang Huaiping transformed into his original appearance and walked towards the statue of the mountain god, while Nie Xiaoqian hit a black umbrella on Yang Huaiping's head to shield him from the falling rain in the sky.

"Brother Yang, it's really you!"

Qianqian ran out of the mountain temple desperately, and she hugged Yang Huaiping tightly at once.

Yang Huaiping gently stroked Qianqian's head, and he spoke in a slightly puzzled tone: "Qianqian, why are you here!"

Qianqian raised her head and stared at Yang Huaiping with a pair of red and swollen eyes: "Brother Yang, at this time, where we met for the first time, I came here to see if I could find the shadow of you in my memory, I am afraid that after you leave, I will completely forget you!"

Yang Huaiping listened to Qianqian's bland words, he suddenly felt an unprecedented heartache, and after a long silence, Yang Huaiping stared into Qianqian's eyes and said: "Little girl, you can rest assured that Brother Yang will never leave you again!"

Qianqian couldn't help hugging Yang Huaiping tightly, and she said in disbelief: "Brother Yang, you're not lying to me!"

Yang Huaiping said without hesitation: "Qianqian, when did Brother Yang lie to you!"

After Nie Xiaoqian saw the lingering sympathy between the two, she didn't pout and snorted coldly at Yang Huaiping.

After Yang Huaiping smiled at Qianqian, he gently pushed Qianqian away and continued to walk towards the statue of the mountain god.