The flower of life, bright colors, confused eyes.

Hehe~~!

What do you see?

What makes your eyes widen?

Far away, any place that you can't desire should be called far away, but you can see it, but there is too much space on the way to see it.

A space composed of air.

How far away will it be?

"Hehe~~!"

At least Han Xian, who is standing here now, can't isolate the shackles of space, reach in front of the human-faced god, and pick off the peach blossoms between its canes, space does not allow, and time is also a stumbling block.

"Hehe~~!"

But people look.

People are obsessively thinking, there is a flower there, how I want it, how I want it to have, how I want to pluck it and give it to the person who wants it.

How?

How much does this living heart really think?

"Hehe~~!"

A beautiful flower, beautiful in the heart.

Just in Han Xian's longing, in his heart, in his star chart, a beautiful flower suddenly bloomed, looking, there were two pairs of eyes watching.

One is the Buddha.

One is a demon.

They, at this moment, they are sitting opposite each other for the first time, sitting opposite each other, they should have sworn to stand together, they are so close, it is really surprising that others are also envious of others.

Enchanting.

The holy color is soft.

They sat cross-legged and quiet.

Right in front of them, the beautiful flowers, they can't tell their color, the only thing that can express them is the word beauty, and nothing else.

The Buddha sits with the devil.

The devil talks to the Buddha.

For the sake of a flower, they can abandon all barriers and sit opposite each other, in order to be in front of them, in front of them, for the sake of this flower, after all, it is so beautiful that a pair of eyes want to get it, and any pair of hands, whether it is a compassionate Buddha or a random demon, wants to keep it for themselves.

Although they behaved with restraint.

Although their hearts want it all.

But their hands don't dare to do anything, the star map is different from the outside world, there is no air here, except for this difference, the world of this star map is a microcosm of the real world, distance produces space, and it cannot be denied that time exists anywhere.

Do you want to get out of the space?

No way.

Do you want to escape time?

No way.

Gathering together is fate, sitting together with the same mind, although they take care of each other, but the heart they want to get is the same, then there must be a topic between them.

"Hehe~~!"

The Buddha smiled, and the Buddha's compassionate gaze swept over the face of the demon, and then fell on the beautiful flower in front of him, and said, "How beautiful, do you say yes?"

Fokua.

"yes!"

Mozan.

The Buddha continued, "You say, if you enshrine it in front of the Buddha, can you always be with the mind and then live in bliss?"

You said it.

It was the Buddha who said that, and the demon would not agree with what the Buddha said.

Silence.

This time the demon didn't speak, he was willing to keep his mind quiet, he wanted to hold on to it very much, but he didn't want to live in bliss with the Buddha.

Flower.

Such beautiful flowers are right in front of them, they are not destined to be silent for long.

"Hehe~~!"

This time it was the devil's turn to laugh.

When the same demon was smiling, his cold and arrogant gaze swept over the face of the Buddha without hesitation, and the same fell on the beautiful flowers, with hot eyes and intoxicated faces, and said, "How beautiful, do you say yes?"

Moqua.

"yes!"

Buddha praise.

The demon continued: "You say, if you hold this flower in your heart and enjoy it alone, what a happy thing it will be, it is rare in the world to have such a good meeting, and the sky will definitely envy it." ”

You said.

What the devil says, the Buddha will not agree with what you say.

Silence.

Once again, the space in which the air existed was silent.

The Buddha did not speak, enshrined in front of the Buddha, after all, he is the Buddha, then he is no different from the demon's guarded heart, they are the same mind, but the Buddha does not envy the devil's good meeting, he does not care about the envy of the sky.

Because the Buddha understands that envy is too easy to hate.

Because the demon also understands that symbiotic bliss is destined to give up a lot.

The world is so beautiful, why should I give it up.

So don't listen to his nonsense, it's true to grab it, only by grasping this beautiful flower in your hand, then it is your own kingdom of heaven, then it is your own good meeting.

The gods and Buddhas of the heavens must be envious.

"Hehe~~!"

Smile with a knife.

Laugh and don't speak.

Finally, their hearts prompted action, and they all reached out with all their hands and grabbed the beautiful flowers in front of them.

Flowers exist.

In front of him, this short space, this short space should be reached in an instant, but the Buddha smiled, at the moment when his palm reached out to pick flowers, everything he saw changed, and he found that he was locked in a cage, and the Buddha said that there is no dirt and no clean, then the front of the eye is the transparent kind, which is absolutely clean.

Layer upon layer.

Layer upon layer, and there is no doubt that the great Buddha is in the outermost layer, and the innermost is the beautiful flower, in which it is fragrant and swaying.

This is in front of the Buddha's probing hand.

What about demons?

How could he be behind, the moment the Buddha moved, the demon also moved, and his palm stretched out, trying to grab, in it, the flower was in front of him, this short distance.

The front of his men is a very short distance.

But it didn't happen.

It's been a long time.

The palm of the hand poked out, young and promising, the palm of the hand poked in, the middle-aged and powerful, the palm of the hand was explored, and the old man was old.

"Heh~!"

The Buddha and the demon sit opposite each other, and the two are destined to have the same disease and sympathy.

Space is there, time is there.

"Heh~!~!"

But people work hard, the Buddha who is trapped in layers of cages, smiles on his face, and his eyes are always soft through this layer of space and falls on the most beautiful flowers.

The hand lifts up and sticks out.

Pray to catch.

These hands ignore all barriers, and the layers of transparent space are like water ripples, rippling and rippling, as if they are scattered all around, and they are far away.

"Amitabha~!"

Keep your mind steady.

Set into quiet, space can't stop people who work hard.

This side of the space is scattered into water lines, and over there, under the palm of the devil, birth, old age, sickness and death are reincarnating, thinking that he is going to die, thinking that the palm will soon become dry bone powder, but at the end, I see the white flesh reborn, and I see the round luster, and I am young and promising.

Time goes on and on.

Life and death are the same, only reincarnation.

The demon's palm is scratching through reincarnation.

The heart is conserved.

Constant writing quiet, the only thing I want, even if it is reincarnation, even if it is painful, even if it is fate, I am determined to keep eternity only for a quiet.

It's painless.

"Hehe~!"

Be still.

Shizuchi.

Buddha smiled, his hand pierced through the layers of space and finally arrived, before the flower, the demon smiled, after his hand went through reincarnation, it was born as it was, and he also came, before the flower.

"Hehe~~!"

Laughing face.

It's not theirs.

There is only one face for laughter, whether it is Buddha or demon, there is only one face for them, and they exist in the star map with my Han Xian, so their face is my Han Xian's.

"Whew~!"

There is no wind moving, listen to the sound.

Just when the Buddha's hand was about to grasp the flower, when the demon's finger touched the petals, the bodies of the Buddha and the demon sitting opposite each other were all confused, they were scattered, but they were also converging.

"Whew~!"

All in one.

Han Xian.

I, Han Xian, am the one who picks flowers quietly.

"Whew~~!"

The finger fell, and the flower broke off, but the beautiful flower did not exist in the hand, and at the moment when I touched it, it did not stay in the hand, but jumped, but flew, and it rose leisurely.

How can it be defiled by the palm of a man's hand?

"Whew~~!"

The stars are bright, the four stars in the sky are bright, and on their side, the flowers have settled, the flowers have dotted the sky, and the beautiful flowers have become the brightest stars in the sky.

She is the most beautiful.

Five-star into it.

Silence.

This star's still one. ’

People see that the star map is five stars, people are ascending, the road tree is green and branches, Ning Immortal is growing a layer, breaking five and six, after a long time, Han Xian finally broke through again.

"Hehe~~!"

Laughter, this laughter does not come from one's own mouth, melodious is from a distant place, as if it is not this world, this should come from outside the sky.

Frontier Keeper.

He came, but this time it was just his voice, he smiled and said: "Congratulations, you are really not easy, become a five-star, I really hope I can still see the back, this time I won't bother you, go, go take it off, give it to that beautiful girl." ”

"Heh~!"

Hearing this, Han Xian smiled and whispered, "Thank you." ”

Thanks for what?

Isn't it blocked by the Guardians?

Of course not, I don't care about this, don't you hear, he's praising her for being beautiful, I'd like to hear people say she's beautiful, but if you dare to offend her, I'll kill you.

"Whew~!"

The stars are in the star chart.

Everything that happens there is only for the reality to be better.

Eye.

The eyes are still the stunned eyes of the human face, it still looks at itself a little stunned, it has not come back to its senses, this is not its reason, everything in the human heart is just in the blink of an eye.

Sound.

Echoing in the air, Rong Ruo's voice still said, "Pick the peach blossoms between the canes for me," this is what she wants, and whispered in her heart: "Immediately, I will go." ’

Stay still.

Everything is in the blink of an eye.

"Whew~~. ”

The eyes of the human-faced god were still looking at Han Xian's gaze, and the space was shattered, and time was chaotic, but after a moment, or more precisely, after the intention, the person disappeared in that place where the eyes converged, and before the two demon eyes could react, the person appeared.

The person who appears is not a place where eyes meet.

All the demons didn't look at Han Xian, their eyes were still fixed on the place where they used to be.

Because the speed of the intention is so fast that they haven't even had time to notice it.

"Hiss~~!"

But the shadow of the cold knife.

Just when the gaze of the human-faced god was still in the distance where Han Xian had stayed, the person in front of him came, and it was Han Xian who appeared, and the demon knife in his hand was immediately swung out.

The dream flower is held lightly.

It's better to pick the flowers with a knife.

"Whew~~!"

You are stunned, the human face is still stunned, and now this stupid color is shattering, and the eyes of the human face are converging on the luster, but suddenly the blood light moves, and the eyes are smeared crimson.

"Whew~!"

The knife settled, and the flowers moved between the staffs.

In an instant, a touch of red carried a touch of red from the eyes of the human face god who had recovered his expression, but after an instant, the look that had finally converged in the eyes of the human face god dimmed instantly.

The flowers between the canes are broken, the cane in the hands is withered, the life is dark, the eyes are white, and the body is asleep.

What's going on?

The human-faced god didn't know how he was petrified, but the flower was lost.

"Whew~~!"

"I got it, I got it," Han Xian cheered and was so happy, dancing like a child, his eyes fell on the mountain, I lived up to my expectations, I successfully got what you wanted.

Take it out?

Do you have the ability to take it out?