"There is a phoenix in the east mountain, singing in the purple bamboo. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info there will be a day of nirvana in the end, where will it return. ”

"Alas......"

"Huang Xi...... Feng Xi ...... Return to ......"

An old man carried a small crystal bell in his hand and sang as he walked. Behind him, a huge wine gourd hangs.

His gaze wandered away from the sky, and from time to time he glanced at the bell pinched in the palm of his hand, and his vicissitudes of life revealed a little melancholy.

"Alas......"

"Little Red Lotus, look, is it suitable here?"

On the old man's shoulder, if you look closely, you will find a small beating lotus, the fiery red color is as bright as the sunset. It's the size of a fist, and it's easy to overlook its presence without looking closely.

The old man rang the bell, but the sound he made was not a crisp sound, but a bell from a long time and space.

He stepped on the ground under his feet, looking at the scenery around him, and a smile appeared on his old face.

This is a sea of flowers, a sea of flowers on the other side, but not the one on the Purple Smoke Peak.

"Haha, little red lotus, that's it, she will like it. ”

"It's time for the girl to wake up. ”

He leaned down and stroked the flowers of the flowers beside him, and his eyes seemed to be a little moist.

The flowers on the other side are swaying with the wind, as if welcoming visitors from afar.

The old man's eyes were red, and the love and anticipation in those eyes were like stars in the night sky, twinkling and moving.

"Oh, what are you so happy about? I wonder if the old man is here to beat your mind. ”

The old man shook his head as if he was angry, and the flowers under his hand were like his children, stretching out their beautiful tentacles and scratching his palms.

"Hahahaha!" the old man laughed, and the sound of the bell became more and more cheerful. "Got it, got it!"

He stood up, his steps steady not like an old man.

"Little Red Lotus, let's go. The girl is about to wake up. ”

If anyone were there, they would think he was a madman, and he would talk to the same flower.

In the center of the sea of flowers on the other side, a huge flame was erected, and as soon as the little red lotus approached it, it immediately attached it excitedly and merged with it.

The flame burned, but there was no crackling of the candles, but it was impossibly quiet. It was as if the heavens and the earth were cracking, and it was just burning.

There seemed to be something in the fire that was constantly spinning in circles, although it was slow, but there were traces to follow.

Around the fire tripod, there are folded flowers from the other side. White, red, all of them.

The old man approached it, picked one up and threw it into the giant dome, followed by the next. This movement is skillful and calm, as if it has been done many times.

The little red lotus suddenly came out of the fire tripod, spitting out a tongue of fire, anxiously wanting to roll the remaining flowers into the fire tripod together.

The old man hurriedly guarded the front and said anxiously: "Little Red Lotus, this can't be done, can't be in a hurry, can't be in a hurry." The girl's body has to take her time, otherwise, it will collapse. ”

The little red lotus seemed to be deflated, and even the temperature of the flame was lowered by a few points.

The old man smiled and touched its illusory petals, his eyes narrowed into a pair of crescents.

"Soon, soon, the girl will wake up soon. ”

The little red lotus jumped up and down a few times, and it swished to merge with the fire tripod again.

The old man continued his movements, throwing the flowers into the fire one by one. When the last flower of the other side turned into nothingness, he quickly threw the small crystal bell in his hand into the fire tripod.

There was a thudding sound, as if it could explode at any moment.

The old man folded his hands and closed his eyes, looking tired with an old dragon clock.

"Soul Attraction, Soul Attraction, thank you for bringing her back. ”

After that, he sat on the ground, and beside him, a white jade flute lay quietly in the sea of flowers, setting off the extraordinarily holy.

The old man glanced at it and shook his head.

"Come out, old man, I've already found you. ”

Miraculously, in the position next to Bai Yuxiao, a shadow gradually emerged.

The blue clothes were as good as they were at first sight, the black hair was softly draped behind the head, and the inky eyes showed a touch of sadness.

Chill Shadow, that lilac-like man.

"Master Lou Mo......"

The old man saw his shadow gradually appearing, and his eyes were full of helplessness.

"You said you, you finally had a soul body, why don't you know how to cherish it. ”

He chose this place in order to forge a new body for his little apprentice, and the other side flower, which has both the strength of life and resemblance, is the most suitable.

The second is also for this distressing man. It was only because of the grace of a tear every day that a thousand years ago that I was able to cultivate my soul body, but now it is so broken that it seems that it may dissipate at any time.

The flower on the other side is his soul, and he thought that here, he could nourish his soul body, but who knows, he doesn't care about it at all.

Hanying's body was translucent, and through him he could vaguely see the sea of flowers swaying behind him.

His gaze was always fixed on the fire ding, not blinking, as if it was glued to it, and he couldn't move away.

There is an indissoluble sorrow in his eyes, like old wine, bitter, but sweet.

"I'm worried about her. ”

"Ahh Go and cultivate, don't let the girl come out and see you like this. ”

Sure enough, when it came to Phoenix Bing, Cold Shadow was obedient.

Without the cyan shadow, the old man smiled at the corner of his mouth, stared at the quietly burning fire not far away, and sighed deeply.

Suddenly, his face froze, as if he thought of something he couldn't believe.

"Oh, what can I do. Even if there is a soul-attracting bell, only the girl's three souls and six spirits have been collected, and the remaining one may have dissipated long ago. "In this way, even if the flesh is condensed into substance, it will not wake up.

The old man clutched his head anxiously, and his messy hair became even more messy.

"Let me do that!"

"Huh, why are you still here?" the old man asked suspiciously, looking at the cold shadow that suddenly appeared.

Hanying lowered his head slightly, in fact, he didn't leave at all. That's why I heard Master Lou Mo's words.

His gaze shifted to the fire and began to grow heavy. The master said that her spirit had dissipated, and she would not be able to wake up even if she had refined her physical body.

A touch of gloom floated in Hanying's heart, and he immediately made a decision.

"Let me do that!"

He looked at Lou Mo's eyes with a firm and abnormal, and even the sadness in his bones could be covered.

"You, you ......" Lou Mo wanted to take his words as a joke, but Han Ying's stubborn and resolute eyes made him unable to deceive himself. (To be continued.) )