The clouds fell and the sky was full of snow

Gloomy and waiting for the cherry blossoms to fall

But I don't know you when I smell the flowers

The Six Realms are shocking and I am there

Just want the snow to fall into the clouds

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Surrounded by ancient vines, sometimes surprising, sometimes weird

The stream galaxy, sometimes gentle, sometimes rushing

The trees are abundant, sometimes beautiful, sometimes towering

Waterfalls are clustered, sometimes meandering, sometimes falling

This is the primeval world, with a forest of peaks and mountains, sometimes dangerous, sometimes strange, sometimes beautiful, sometimes steep.

The peaks stand between heaven and earth, shuttling among the nine clouds, the towering mountains, the clear and clear lakes, the forests and seas that cover the sky and the sun, and the rivers that are suspected to be the Milky Way.

Spring goes to autumn, but there is no winter and summer, perhaps it is precisely because of the unique environment and climate that the aura here is unusually rich; therefore, all things in the primeval world have spirituality, and the common people can practice; countless spiritual objects are scattered in all corners of the primeval world, constantly shuttling through various places in the primeval world, making the whole primeval and full of vitality.

On the top of the ancient mountain, on the side of the cliff, a huge cherry blossom tree stretches its branches without any scruples; under the cherry tree, a young man in white is standing with his hands in his hands, looking at the end of the sea of clouds in the distance; day by day, month and year, regardless of the passage of time, the young man still does not move, like a statue, standing on the top of this primeval mountain; if it were not for the white robe dancing in the wind, perhaps, others would think that this is a statue.

Suddenly, a breeze struck, and a seat of long black hair moved with the wind, and suddenly, no one would have thought that among the black hair, there was actually a little white hair.

Looking down thousands of miles, the young man's frozen expression seemed to be thoughtful, his handsome face looked a little cold, his arrogant posture seemed a little conceited, and although his jaw and movement were frozen in a certain moment, it still showed his unique identity.

"Brother, what are you thinking" Looking for this crisp and pleasant voice, I saw a girl in a short skirt, not far behind the young man, holding her cheeks in her hands, sitting on the ground with some pouts playfully, looking very cute.

The boy did not seem to hear the girl's call, his eyes never left the endless edge in front of him, and apart from the depth and emptiness that flowed out of his eyes, there was no fluctuation in his heart, what he was thinking, what he was looking at, perhaps no one but himself could guess.

"Brother, you ignore others" Seeing that the young man ignored himself, the girl suddenly got up, crossed her hands on her waist, and stomped her feet with some displeasure;

Delicate and jade skin, delicate and smooth long hair, coupled with smart eyes, small and clear red lips, everything looks so natural, the slightly long forehead Liuhai moves with the wind, a purple hairband will tie the head of hair behind the head, and the gently swaying ponytail with some complaining eyes, can't help but exclaim that there can be such a lovely girl in the world.

"Yingxuan, how many times have I told you, you are a girl, you should be dignified and quiet, don't jump up and down in Taikoo all day long, there is no girl at all" At this time, the young man finally moved, retracted his gaze from afar, and let out a soft sigh helplessly, his words sounded like blame, but in fact he was full of endless love for the girl.

"Brother, Ying Xuan is very well-behaved, which little demon did you listen to nonsense" The girl stuck out her tongue mischievously at the back of the young man, and couldn't help but start cursing a certain little demon in her heart.

"Do you think I can't see anything because I have my back to you?" the boy shook his head slightly, a smile on his lips, and then slowly turned around.

Women have a smile, the country and the city, men have a smile, charming and dusty, this may be the best portrayal of the youth; the curvature of the corners of the mouth is so perfect, this smile, a little vicissitudes of life but not lose vitality, and the cold face just now, it seems to be incompatible; thick hair sword eyebrows, eyes are as bright as a stone, can no longer see the hollowness and depth at first sight; the whole cheeks are clearly contoured, a few strands of hair in front of the forehead block some eyebrow corners, making people feel a trace, the handsome beauty that can only be met in ignorance.

"Ah......" Seeing that the boy suddenly turned around, the girl seemed a little caught off guard; in a panic, she found that her clothes were covered with a lot of dust; in desperation, she quickly lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong, and fiddled with her fingers at a loss.

"Look at you, you're not young anymore, and you're still like when you were a child" The young man slowly stepped towards the girl, his left hand in front of him, his right hand behind him, and his words were soft, like a delicate scholar.

Just a breath, the boy came to the girl's side, carefully and meticulously patting the dust on the girl's clothes, and his eyes were full of endless doting and care.

"What, brother, it's okay to be eighteen years old" Seeing that the young man didn't blame herself, the girl breathed a long sigh of relief in her heart, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold the young man's arm and sprinkled hard.

"Eighteen years old, you set it yourself, if you put it in the human world, you will be an old witch who has lived for tens of thousands of years" The girl's words really made the young man smile.

"Then I'm an old witch, what are you, aren't you also tens of thousands of years old?" glanced at the young man resentfully, and the girl muttered, her eyes full of grievances.

"Besides, according to our demon world, people are only eighteen years old in the human world" She was a young girl, but she was said by the young man to be a 10,000-year-old demon; the girl glanced at the young man angrily, stomped her feet, let go of the hands that were originally holding the young man, turned around and sat alone under the cherry blossom tree, and didn't pay attention to it.

"Okay, okay, we Ying Xuan said eighteen years old, that is, eighteen years old" The corner of the young man's mouth pursed a wry smile, for his sister, there is really no way.

"Hmph" Seeing that the young man was soft, the girl looked proud, raised her little head, and seemed to be showing off her victory to the young man.

The breeze came slowly, and suddenly, countless cherry blossoms fell down, and the sudden change made the two of them a little confused, looking up at the huge cherry blossom tree, they were both stunned in place.

"Sakura, is it another thousand years?" The girl held the cherry blossom in her hand, no longer as naughty as before, and looked at the boy not far away stupidly, and her lively and lovely face suddenly became much more solemn.

Raising his head, looking at the rain of flowers coming from the shop, the boy slowly stretched out his right hand, and a cherry blossom slowly hovered in the palm of his hand;

"Brother......" The change in the young man's expression naturally can't escape the girl's eyes, and the girl also knows what the young man thinks in his heart; as if he is a different person, he reins in his willfulness and rudeness, the girl gets up, quietly comes to the boy's side, and looks at the boy's eyes, full of deep worry.

"I'm fine" The boy didn't let the girl continue, just quietly looked at the cherry blossom in his hand, his eyes were full of love, it seemed that this cherry blossom was his lover, his eyes were so soft, so affectionate.

"The cherry blossoms have fallen for a thousand years, in this world, where are you?" Letting the cherry blossoms fall on his body, the young man turned his head and once again cast his gaze on the endless distance.

Falling slowly, flying all over the sky, like a rain of smoke, beautiful.