The sound of the flute is faint and whimpering, as if telling the injustices of a lifetime, like the bleak rain in the dark night, Xiao Xiao beats the heart lake, causing lingering worries and sour ripples.

She, still can't do it?

Mu Shan felt that his body was just piercing the skin, and then it was like being forcibly dragged against the cold, and then he stared deeply at the pear blossom rain in front of him, the heartbroken woman, the softest depths of his heart, as if he was gently touched at this moment, and his feelings were stirred for a while, and he wanted to step forward to soothe, but his body was like a stiff stone statue, no matter how he drove it, he couldn't move.

What kind of emotion is it, rushing in his soul, making him blazing!

A thousand feelings of guilt and all kinds of love poured into the blood and rushed to the heart, what kind of taste was that!

Even though he had thousands of thoughts and tenderness, Mu Shan could only stand like that, watching quietly, looking at the woman in front of him, pulling out the tip of the sword that had pierced into his chest, looking at her mournful posture, like the last flower in the middle of the night, slowly, slowly retreating towards the rear, leaving all the decadence and regret to him to taste slowly.

Heaven and earth are boundless, pitch black and endless, long and depressed!

Mu Shan wanted to step forward to keep her, but he knew very well that at this moment, they would never be able to come together from the past and present lives, across the turbulent riverbank. What's more, the person who hurt her so deeply and so badly is himself!

He didn't dare! He can't!

“…… If so, then what's the point of me continuing to be alive! Yan Xia shook her head slowly, her eyes were full of tears, and finally stared at Mu Shan deeply, as if she wanted to firmly engrave his appearance in her mind, and then under Mu Shan's stunned and remorseful gaze, she quickly lifted the reverse water cold and put it on her slender and delicate neck.

"Don't ......" Mu Shan's low voice, like a dream, had just been squeezed out of his mouth, and it had already dissipated in the whistling north wind. He never imagined that Yan Xia would be so strong, and he never imagined that she would choose to end it in such a way!

For a moment, Mu Shan only felt that his heart was like an open lotus canopy, and all the blood and warmth were drained out of those holes.

"He's not the one you're waiting for, is it worth it to do this for him?" Seeing that Yan Xia was about to die, between the lightning and flint, a hand as white as jade stretched out from her side without warning, and two fingers, which were longer and slenderer than the woman, tightly clamped the blade of the sword against the cold, so that it could not move a bit.

"It's you!" Mu Shan looked at Lian Duxue who suddenly appeared, but at this moment, he was no longer as disgusted with him as usual, and even faintly felt a little joy and relaxation in his heart.

"Am I not even qualified to seek death?" Yan Xia tried a few times, but the cold in her hand was as heavy as a mountain, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake it in the slightest. On the contrary, the moment the reverse water cold touched Lian Duxue, the sword body seemed to have a cold light flowing, whistling, like a wanderer returning home, making a pleasant light sound, and then it was like a mist dissipating, disappearing between her palms: "I don't need you to comfort, let alone you to pity!" ”

"Shhhhh......h Have you forgotten that in the distant past, there were people who sang and whispered for you? ”

"The sound of the flute ......" Yan Xia's entire mind has always been drawn by Mu Shan, until now even the twilight snow is bright, and then she notices the sound of heaven echoing on the water god lake.

The sound of the flute has turned bright, as if behind the constant wind and rain, under the cover of the gloomy and heavy dark clouds, the sunshine that never leaves, finally shows its face, and uses the raindrops as a pen to paint a colorful smile that belongs to him.

The surface of the lake returned to calm again, as if someone was singing in a low voice under the water, the waves were slightly flickering, and the blue light was dotted, like a firefly flying and floating, and under the dark and long night, it gradually condensed into a strange figure, step by step, slowly walking towards the lake.

"They are...... Wraiths! Mu Shan, who had suffered a big loss under the lake, thought that it was the souls of those who died unjustly at the bottom of the lake, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, climbed ashore, and immediately supported his scarred body, concentrating on vigilance.

"They have waited for so long at the bottom of the cold and gloomy lake, and now, they can finally be liberated, and it can be regarded as the mercy of the heavens." Lian Duxue appeared in front of Mu Shan, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said, "Don't worry, they have no malicious intent. ”

As Lian Duxue said, those figures covered in blue light, after coming ashore, invariably pressed their right hands on their hearts, bent down in the direction of Zhou Yu, and then their bodies turned into a little fluorescent again, and drifted towards the vast sky.

There are constantly people walking out of the bottom of the lake, and there are constantly people with smiles and relief, flying towards the distant sky, towards the legendary reincarnation, but with the decrease in the figure on the shore, Mu Shan finally couldn't help the anxiety in his heart, and asked urgently: "What about him?" ”

"Isn't it right there?"

Looking in the direction of Lian Duxue's finger, in the night that gradually revealed the white light, the deepest part of the ice blue lake, the waves were rattling, surging layer by layer, splashing thousands of pearl-like waves, surging towards the shore. And in the center of the wave, there is a blurred figure, slowly, stepping on the waves.

A pale green light broke out of the vast darkness from the far center of the lake, whined and flew around, and then hovered straight in front of Zhou Yu under the plum tree.

Looking at the short and delicate flute body, feeling the sword qi that seemed to be nothing, Mu Shan murmured in a low voice: "Could it be that ...... Chengying? ”

On the horizon, the wind and snow are still blowing, as if they will never stop. The rising sun finally lifted the dark sky, revealing a trace of golden sunshine.

The figure in the distance, under the not very warm light, gradually revealed a gentle and handsome face. The white robe woven of silk is dotted with cold plum blossoms, holy and elegant, holding a paper umbrella depicting plum blossoms in full bloom in his right hand, and a lantern woven into a galaxy of silver silk in his left hand, walking towards the shore with elegant steps.

"You ......" Mu Shan looked at the face that was exactly the same as himself in a daze, but at this moment, he seemed to have an indescribable charm, even the snowflakes in the wind were like light butterflies, dancing around his lantern.

"Xia, are you willing to walk hand in hand with me, from now on floating in the world, the fishing boat sings at night, accompanied by the sunset, chasing the bright moon until the end of time!"

The soft words were not loud, but at this moment the world seemed to be silent, and even the cold wind that was still raging just now was gone, only his voice, in the hearts of everyone, tossed and turned, a thousand times.

Since he appeared, his expression had already moved, and Yan Xia, who couldn't help himself, heard his soft and lingering vow of a lifetime, and at this moment, he was even more excited with jade tears, and his delicate body trembled slightly. The woman's reserve and pride became worthless at this moment, and the soul that shimmered with a faint silver light quickly broke away from Sima Yuchen's body, turned into a brisk wind, laughed, jumped with joy, and flew towards the figure in front of her.

How many tears cried, finally answered!

How much emotional dedication, finally exchanged for the handle!

After many years of waiting, it has finally been fulfilled!

The wind chimes in the attic swayed gently, and the light and pleasant ringtones rippled in the air.

The plum blossoms of the trees, urged by the bright flutes and bells, are flying one after another, and they are full of tenderness on the shore of the lake.

The sun rises in the east, and thousands of rays of golden red sunlight slowly move up from the sparkling waves, staying on the two people who are embracing each other and the earth is desolate.

The lantern that had always accompanied him finally burned out at this moment, and with the two of them, they turned into a little warm red firefly together, chasing the glow of the sky together, and flying to the far other side of the sky!