The cherry blossom season is very short, blooming in March of the solar calendar, and in less than a month, the cherry blossom petals gracefully descend and usher in the withering.

A reincarnation a year, the petals wither, the fragrance is still there, just like the youth that has just passed away and still has a faint memory.

Cherry blossoms symbolize pure love and contain the breath of youth. Some cherry blossoms bloom in unison, while others bloom first and then grow leaves, depending on the variety of cherry blossoms and the right temperature at which the leaves grow.

When the cherry blossoms are sent to you, an inch of spring heart is broken one by one. In the late spring of eighteen years old, the last spring of high school, the childish boy who had prayed silently under the cherry blossom tree, the cheerful girl who had peach blossoms on her face under the cherry blossom tree, the past lingered on the side, and little by little in front of Yang Yixia.

Eighteen years ago, Liu Xiyan was born in a season when cherry blossoms bloomed. When Yang Yixia was born eighteen years ago, it was the season when the cherry blossoms were withering. Perhaps it is so, one end is in the other, the other end is in the sky, like the flowers on the other side of the Lechuan River, like the rain under the sun, flowers and leaves, light and rain, never see each other, never coexist, they are destined to miss.

"Hey, what are you doing standing there stupidly, I'm going to be late for class, keep up!"

"Who did you just say is Auntie? Be careful that I don't lend you English notes later. ”

"I don't have much homework today, don't stay in the classroom every day, come with me to the gymnasium to play badminton."

"The weekend is coming, what do you have planned? Don't tell me, you want to stay at home every day, do you? It's really dead. ”

The past is vivid, and the cherry blossom path is the only way to go to and from school every day. Every morning, every sunset, every night full of stars, they have spent it together. There have been laughter, there have been tears, but more are good memories on the way to growth.

Yang Yixia closed his eyes slightly, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a line of clear tears slowly welled up out of the tear ducts and snatched out of his eye sockets.

Zhangtai Liu, Zhangtai Liu, is the past green and the present?

The most painful thing is not a complete rupture, but an unprovoked death!

"Liu Xiyan, are you Liu Xiyan?" Standing under the cherry blossom tree for a long time, Yang Yixia slowly spit out such a sentence.

The white-clothed figure paused, and continued to walk forward, at this time, Yang Yixia had lost his mind, and took steps to chase forward, but the more he chased, the farther away the figure was from him.

This white figure is like a ghost, haunting in front of Yang Yixia, but Yang Yixia has never been able to catch the blurred figure.

From beginning to end, the cold voice never sounded in his ears again, and the last trace of clarity in Yang Yixia's heart reminded him, what are the conditions for clearing the third level?

That year, the breeze, the falling flowers and rain. Suddenly, there are filaments in the air, leaving the artistic conception of late spring, mixed with the smell of earth, hitting the buds of the cherry blossom trees, the branches and leaves, fluttering and sprinkling, ethereal and ethereal.

The white figure stopped, and stood quietly under a cherry blossom tree five meters away from Yang Yixia's sight, leaving a slender and familiar back, never turning around.

The cherry blossoms in the rain, the raindrops on the cherry blossoms, blend perfectly and are inseparable from each other. Yang Yixia stretched out his hand to catch a falling Ying and held it in the palm of his hand, like holding a dream that was not too far away. Smell the flowers, retrace the old days, and indulge in memories alone.

The cherry blossoms on the branches of the tree fell more and more, in the wind, in the rain, sometimes singing in a low voice, sometimes whispering, flowers and trees, flowers and flowers, flowers and people, passing by, the petals fell silently to the ground.

A petal fell on his body, and the dust-breaking sword in Yang Yixia's right hand suddenly trembled, flashing with a red halo, as if to remind Yang Yixia that there was danger ahead.

"Between the world and the world, you and I are all passers-by. Let go of the obsession in your heart in order to reach the Pure Land. The white figure in front of Yang Yixia suddenly spoke, and his voice was gentle and tranquil, like the pure and immaculate green lotus in the lake.

"You are, Liu Xiyan! I remember your voice, right, absolutely not wrong. Yang Yixia was almost crazy, "You're not right! In life, if you don't have an obsession in your heart, how boring your life should be! ”

"Everything is a dream, reality and illusion are always one. What you are pursuing is just a dream. The voice replied, still gentle and quiet, but with a hint of choking.

"No, even if fate is unpredictable, I want to be my truest self. Fighting the sword and the three-foot sword, my life is up to me! Yang Yixia was in tears, his hands were on the trunk of the cherry blossom tree, his fingers stuck into the cortex of the trunk, accompanied by raindrops, the cherry blossoms fell one after another, and a large sea of flowers rolled around.

"Be careful!" Just as Yang Yixia was about to get up, Liu Xiyan's voice sounded again, with worry in his tone.

With a boom, like a thunderstorm, lightning like a silver dragon hit the white figure, Liu Xiyan gradually disappeared in front of Yang Yixia's eyes, the cherry blossom path seemed to have come to an end, and an overwhelming darkness instantly attacked Yang Yixia!

"No!" Before the words fell, Yang Yixia was swallowed by darkness!

Silent, colorless and tasteless, but with an irresistible magic, the dust-breaking sword in his hand slipped down, and Yang Yixia, who was half-kneeling on the ground, fell into a coma.

Between the world and the earth, if the white horse passes through the gap, it is all of a sudden.

What is the meaning of life? Is life as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves?

Lived alone, and died alone. If the end result is already predestined, why should we keep going?

In ancient times, there were people who had a big tsubaki, and 8,000 years old was the spring, and 8,000 years old was the autumn. This period of time seems to be long, but everything is still in the past, the lizard and the dove, the fungus and the big chun, will eventually disappear in the dust of history, what is the difference between the small year and the big year?

Yang Yixia suddenly felt very tired, and suddenly lost the goal of struggle, the strong light stimulated him, he couldn't open his eyes, and he didn't bother to open them, lying calmly on the cherry blossom road, letting a petal fall and wither, covering his heavy and tired body.

I thought that all efforts would be rewarded, and all efforts would be rewarded, but now it seems that the reality is so cruel, like 10,000 years of ice, cold and biting, there is no room for a trace of warmth, and it is difficult to feel a little warmth. Not only that, there is always a gap between dreams and reality, even if this gap is only a thin line, so that many people will not be able to fulfill their wishes in their lives and end up depressed.

The precious friendship is broken, and love is difficult to open in the heart. Thousands of miles away from his relatives, but he can't see each other again. The close masters and disciples were ridiculed, and their cultivation was humiliated and laughed at. The hard-to-encounter waste wood physique, the untouchable fear of the future, so many pressure blows shook Yang Yixia's Dao heart at once. The character that usually seems to be a big grin, but in fact it is a barrier to a soft heart, once this barrier is broken, it will be barren inside!

What are you fighting for?

Pessimistic and negative emotions surrounded Yang Yixia's side like dark clouds, from far to near, from others to his own body, devouring Yang Yixia's consciousness little by little, Yang Yixia frowned deeply, his face was stiff, and he wanted to break free, but he was blocked by the black fog and lost the motivation to open his eyes.

It is said that all things in the world are equal. But why do you want to divide people into three, six, nine and so on, just because you are a novice, you have to be bullied by the so-called seniors, just because of lack of ability, the barren self-esteem will be trampled on, the weak will eat the strong, the king will be defeated, who else can I trust?

Not all sincerity can be treated gently, and not all tenderness can be relied on. King Xiang has a dream, but the goddess has no heart. I can't fly, and I'm going to perish!

Yang Yixia didn't realize that at this moment, the vitality in his body was disappearing little by little, and after all the vitality was gone, it was death!

"Wake up... Wake up..."In the cold darkness, Yang Yixia could still vaguely hear a voice, calling him constantly.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. This is a woman's voice, like the bright moon in the sea, like the warm jade of the blue field, gentle and intoxicating, shocking people's hearts. Hearing this voice, Yang Yixia seemed to be in a vast starry sky. Although Yang Yixia couldn't move his whole body, he hadn't lost his ability to think, and he was groping in his heart, this is not Liu Xiyan's voice, whose voice is it?

"You still have a lot of things to do, a lot of experiences you haven't experienced, a lot of dreams that haven't come true, are you willing to give up like this?" The starry voice sounded again, with anxiety in his tone.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. I'm not reconciled, but in the face of this cold world, I don't dare to use my sincerity anymore. Yang Yixia was disheartened and replied tiredly. Who are you, I'm really tired right now, let me get a good night's sleep. ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's important that you know who you are!" The gentle female voice was slightly gloomy, and said with hatred: "In life, nine times out of ten, things that are unsatisfactory are not satisfactory. There is only one life, so how can you give up easily. You don't just live for yourself, since you were born, you have accepted the love of your family, the love of your teachers, and the love of your friends, and you can't escape this responsibility. ”

Yang Yixia's heart was shocked, and he remembered the conversation he had with Song Yijian on the roof of Kuaizai Hall before:

Each of us is born with our own mission, you can run away from it, you can ignore it, but you still have to face it after all.

"How could I have forgotten what I had said. Thank you, thank you for reaching out to me in the dark. I understand, since I can't change the world, then one person, one sword, to create my own world! A word woke up the dreamer, and the few minutes of sleep seemed to have passed a century. After listening to the persuasion of the strange woman, Yang Yixia's Dao heart was established again, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and with a clear roar, the fiery red, glowing dust breaking sword broke through the sky, tearing the darkness in front of Yang Yixia's eyes, and tearing apart the pessimistic and negative emotions!

A fine light shot out of Yang Yixia's eyes, opened his arms, and the petals all over the ground floated into the air, and at that moment, the darkness was dispelled!

It turned out that what happened just now was all hallucinations, all from Yang Yixia's deep fear and demons. Yang Yixia was shocked into a cold sweat, if it wasn't for the strange woman who rescued him just now, Yang Yixia might really die here!

The scene in front of him changed again, and under the flow of blue light, Yang Yixia returned to the original alien space again, exuding a divine light!

"Thank you girl for saving me, in Xia Yang Yixia, the big disciple of Zizhu Peak in Xiaoyaomen, I don't know the girl's name, he will repay him in the future." Yang Yixia couldn't help but be curious, and said loudly into the void. He didn't know who had such a great ability to come to the enchantment of this "Sword God Technique" and help him break through the siege at his most critical moment.

"Your name is Yang Yixia, okay, I remember. If it's fate, we'll see you again. The starry voice was gone, and at the same time there was a crisp sound of bells.

(Chapter XVII, End)