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The mountain path of Qishan is buried by withered yellow fallen leaves, and the white night steps on these fallen leaves, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and slowly walks towards the top of the mountain.

Occasionally looking up, you can still see a few wisps of moon white in the gap between the branches.

The bleak autumn wind blew on his body, but he didn't feel the cold at all, only wearing a thin ink-colored silk robe, and the silver hair that was more porcelain white than frost and snow was scattered behind him, as he walked, like a touch of winter snow drifting in the mountains.

As he approached the top of Qishan, he heard a melodious sound of the piano coming from the top of the mountain.

The sound of the piano is long, as soft as a breeze, and lingering like fingertips around a lover's hair.

Bai Yeyan's red lips hooked a light smile, after so many years, his piano sound was still as obsessive as it was thousands of years ago.

When the sound of the piano stopped, Bai Ye also came to the top of Qishan, passing through the blooming oleander forest, and the flower branches that had been extended were swept away by him.

Pink oleander flowers flew behind him, falling in a thread, and he walked through the sea of flowers, his face blooming like flowers in the rain of flowers, scorching red dust.

Bai Ye came to the medicine house and paused.

Under the eaves of the medicine house stood a somewhat ethereal white shadow, the white shadow held the lyre, frowned at him, and the next moment, the figure moved slightly, as if he wanted to escape, and as if he thought of something, he stopped his body.

Bai Ye stood in front of the courtyard of the medicine house, looked at him, and said with a light smile: "I haven't seen you for a long time, it seems that you are having a good time." ”

The empty white shadow is the ghost of Sikong Tilt, since Yun Juan came down the mountain, Old Man Zhang also went to the Mida Domain, and there is no living person in the entire Qi Mountain.

Except for the beasts of the mountains, he is the only ghost who inhabits here.

"Thanks to the blessing of the national teacher, Sikong is fine."

Sikong tilted and looked at the white night in front of him, how could this demon appear here, his heart faintly filled with an ominous feeling, there has always been a place where there has always been a white night, and nothing good will happen

Bai Ye listened to his tone not good, and he was not angry, he sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, and looked at him with a smile: "Is it that the deity thinks that after that girl leaves Qishan, you will be miserable, it seems that the person is still more attentive to her." ”

Sikong tilted's face was cold, and he was silent for a long time in the white night.

After a long time, he said, "What do you mean?"

Seeing his cold face, Bai Ye knew that he still couldn't let go of the girl, smiled even deeper, and said slowly: "I don't mean anything else, it's just that I met two acquaintances a few days ago, and I remembered many past events, and I was a little emotional." ”

The chill of late autumn hit Sikong Tan's heart, making his empty shadow sway lightly for a moment.

In the next moment, I was going to turn around and enter the house.

"Don't you want to know, who did the deity meet" Hakuya's figure had already fallen behind him, holding his shoulder with one hand to stop his figure.

Sikong couldn't move, and said coldly: "I don't want to know, you can get out"

"Heh, the deity has a habit, the more others don't want to hear it, the more willing the deity is to say it."

Bai Ye chuckled, and his voice suddenly became deeper: "The deity saw that girl, and her side was followed by His Highness Eleven." ”

Sikong's hand holding the piano suddenly tightened, and a trace of gray-black green smoke rose from the white shadow of nothingness.

He closed his eyes, trying not to let himself remember the past, "I'm already dead, these things have nothing to do with me"

"If you don't care, why do you send someone to follow her and report her news to you?"

Since Yun Huang left Qishan, Sikong Tian has sent people to follow her and report the latest situation at all times.

Bai Ye approached him and seduced: "You are still very unwilling, if you are willing, the deity can help you." ”

Sikong's shadow flashed and fell into the middle of the courtyard, "Don't bother with the national teacher"

He has been dead for a thousand years, and he has no pain, but after saying this, there was a tingling pain in his chest.