The wind is clear, and it is as clear as washing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As far as the eye can see, there is not a trace of clouds in the blue sky, and the sun in the middle of summer hangs high in the sky, and the scorching temperature bakes the white jade ladder of Xiaoxiu Peak hot. There is a white fog, which makes people a little breathless.

The mountain behind Xiaoxiu Peak is a dense forest where people are rarely seen. Every summer, it is extremely hot, the terrain is also very complicated, there are many forks and dead ends, and if you don't pay attention, you will lose your way, and even the locals dare not set foot easily.

But at this time, a thin figure suddenly appeared on the stone road in the mountain forest, climbing up with great difficulty and a little familiarity, until it reached a cliff, and then stopped.

I don't know where this girl came from, twelve or thirteen years old, she looked weak, the whole person was so thin that almost only bones remained, she was dressed in a wide and shabby robe, a gust of wind blew, the wind hunted, and the robe was blown up with the wind, almost as if it was going to blow her away.

The girl unconsciously bit her lip tightly, as if she had escaped from a disaster, dirty, with no clean place on her palm-sized face, stained with mud and blood, leaving only a pair of eyes full of tiredness and pain, and some unspeakable stubbornness, black and white, without blinking, looking at the words engraved on the natural jade at the cliff ahead.

Heaven and man are one.

The word is powerful and powerful, rich and ancient, and just by looking at it, it makes people feel awe.

Suddenly, a cry as clear and high as a young deer, with a cry full of grief, came out of the girl's throat and eyes, startling the sparrows that roosted in the woods beside her. The little girl had tears in her eyes, as if she had thought of something, her body trembled slightly, then she gritted her teeth, wiped them away stiffly with the back of her hand, and knelt down.

"Disciple ......"

She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse after not speaking for a long time. She didn't care, just looked at the clouds rising from the cliff fixedly, and said slowly.

"If you don't let your disciples go, you live up to the love of your ancestors, and you fall to ...... If so, it is really self-inflicted. The girl's tears couldn't stop sliding down her cheeks, but her voice was enduring, without a trace of crying and sourness, word by word, loudly, "Now, Liluo has let go of the past, and I just ask the ancestor to give Liluo another chance to let Liluo start over." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew, and the clouds and mist at the cliff gradually dissipated, and what appeared in front of him was a suspension bridge made of layers of wooden planks that did not exist here.

Seeing such a vision, her heart suddenly relaxed, and the fatigue and hardship of many days of sleepless work swept over her in an instant, and before she could finish speaking, she fainted on the ground.

The wind whimpered, the girl's hair rose with the wind, the corners of the robe flipped over, and a cloud of mist came from nowhere, mixed with small light blue droplets of water around the girl, and under this, there was a faint red light flashing on her forehead.

And all this, the girl with her eyes closed does not know at all.

She only heard a woman's sigh in the distance, and then she sang in a low voice. At first glance, the song is full of the vicissitudes of memories of the past, but when I listen to it, I feel that the singer's voice is calm and indifferent. The originally plain singing voice accompanied by the golden bell in his hand actually made people feel a strange feeling, from far to near, almost hooking people's three souls and six spirits.

However, the white head is like a dream.

Huangquan Road, the other side of the flower.