The weather is beautiful, the scenery is as unreal as an oil painting, with large rice fields swaying in the wind and low houses scattered among the mountains. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Bai Xue walked on the only loess road with the strange green figures around him, and even felt the warm illusion of the sun shining on his body.

It's an idyllic village, too beautiful to be real. It's hard to tell if it's reality or a dream.

Bai Xue was led by the green figure and brought to this place.

Since then, Bai Xue has rarely felt this peaceful atmosphere. Yes, since coming into this world.

Since coming to this world, it has been rare to see such an ordinary mortal scene. Becoming a day is just a practice, or walking in dangerous places, just to improve one's cultivation, and to face dangers all the time. It is true that cultivators have a longer life than mortals, but if you want to get something, you have to give something.

As if seeing Bai Xue's relaxed body, the green figure's breath eased, and the corners of his mouth raised a smile. He is a product of nature, a dryad who has practiced for thousands of years, and his breath and mood are peaceful and desireless. The only thing that could affect his mood was Bai Xue.

"This is where you were born in your first life. The figure with green spots looked at Bai Xue and smiled softly.

Bai Xue turned her head to look at him and did not speak. The eyes of this person looking at her were very gentle and warm, as beautiful as the light spots of the sun in front of her through the small tree. Inside, it was full of Bai Xue's current figure, and she could see her indifferent appearance from inside. Such a look gave Bai Xue an illusion. It seems that she is all there is to his world.

"What are you thinking?" said the green figure again. The wind blows, a strand of hair blows, and the person lined with it is even more gentle. It seems that this is what the dryad itself looks like. It seems that the moody presence on the outside is not him.

Bai Xue shook her head, kind of answering his question. No longer look at this handsome and gentle dryad.

The two of them walked slowly all the way again, passing many houses and fields, in which various people were doing various things. Children are running in the mountains and fields, and all the people are so simple. As Bai Xue expected, everyone couldn't see her and the people beside her.

Until the two of them walked to an ordinary building. The most sacred thing in the world is being experienced inside. Inside, a beautiful woman who doesn't match her appearance in this simple village is giving birth. It was all such a coincidence, and not long after Bai Xue stood here, she heard a loud cry.

It was a baby girl, the baby girl was pink and cute, and her eyes had not yet opened.

Bai Xue watched silently, her feelings were so real, it seemed that she was really a member of this village, watching a baby be born with her own eyes. Her hands could even touch the wooden door. It even gave her a hint of thought, whether this was an illusion or a real scene.

But she knew in her heart that this couldn't be a real scene, it was just the person next to her who was using means to make her immersive, a little bit of remembering, or rather, a little bit of the past he wanted her to know.

The girl grew up little by little, and Bai Xue watched her grow up slowly. Not surprisingly, this girl looks exactly like Bai Xue, and according to the dryad next to her, that is this girl, the predecessor of Bai Xue.

In this life, this girl has a very beautiful name, called Mengqingsha.

This name was given to the girl by her mother when she was born. It can be seen that her mother must not be mortal either.

Her mother, who does not belong to this village.

Bai Xue's eyes followed the girl's growth, watching the girl go from babbling to being able to run on the road at will. Unlike in the past, when she was taken to the emotional world of various people, it was not a jumping feeling. She has not missed a drop of this girl's growth. One year, two years, three years...

Cultivators can endure loneliness, and a few years or even more than ten years is just a snap of their fingers. At their level, maybe one meditation is more than ten years. Watching a little girl doing boring things in the same place, Snow White and Green Figures were not impatient.

Bai Xue is even extremely calm and peaceful inside. She thought that it would not seem to be a bad experience to experience a girl's life, just watch it quietly, and not miss even a little thing. It doesn't matter if the girl is really her own previous lives.

The girl is very beautiful, with a look that even surpasses that of her mother, and at a young age she can see that the future will definitely fall into the city.

Although the little girl and her mother live in a simple and simple mountain village, the girl's mother has a good upbringing, even in this backward mountain village, the girl is still taught to be very educated and connotative. Unlike those children in the mountains, she is like a famous girl who has been left in the mountains temporarily.

Perhaps it was influenced by the girl's mother, who was like her mother, beautiful and gentle. At a young age, the smile is like a spring breeze, and Bai Xue's indifferent and cold appearance are two extremes.

Just when the girl is beautiful and generous, life is finally no longer as unchanged as before.

At that time, the girl had grown into a young girl, but the girl's mother was seriously ill and passed away at this time. The girl was only fourteen years old.

Bai Xue watched the girl sit on the edge of her mother's bedside, leaving tears of sadness, but her heart did not waver. She has seen too many births and deaths, not to mention the most disobedient birth, old age, sickness and death in the world.

Even if the girl's mother is about to pass away, her expression is still gentle, her expression has no trace of affection, it seems that she has already known that she is invincible, she just has some reluctance to the girl, as well as worry and debt, she gently shouted: Qingsha... Clearing...

The soft sound seemed to pass through the humble room and into the distance.

Girl crying: Mother, don't leave ...

But after the girl's mother shouted softly twice, she didn't make any more noise.

The wind blew, the branches outside the window fell, the dead leaves flew all over the sky, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the corpse of the girl's mother through the humble window. It seems that even heaven is saying goodbye to the girl's mother.

However, birth, old age, sickness and death are the most natural reincarnation. The girl can't stop it, and she can't stop it.

On the day of the girl's mother's burial, the sky was overcast and gloomy. The people of the village came to say goodbye to this beautiful woman who suddenly came to this village and left suddenly.

The girl kept watch over her mother's grave for three days. Then leave.

Three days later, the girl planted a small sapling on the highest hill in the village.

It was a small sapling that was about to die on the way away from her filial piety.

Why did the little girl plant such a small sapling, Bai Xue understood in her heart.

Because in this village, a legend is popular.

Legend has it that if you plant a small sapling closest to the setting of the sun after the death of your loved one, when the sapling grows up, the deceased relative can return to the world through the tree.

A legend that is clearly a fairy tale, a legend that is only popular among children, but the girl did it.

Bai Xue looked at the tree, turned her head, and looked at the green figure, "That's you." ”

The green dryad smiled as if it had softened time, and said the first thing in more than ten years, "Yes, that's me." ”

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