"In freedom and solitude, there is an independent personality world, so that we can forget the world between heaven and earth. "After that, his face was calm and distant.

"Separate from the earthly world, immersed in the search for transcendence. Beyond life, I am thinking. Shuying remembered some philosophical proposition.

The old man laughed, and then his face showed endless joy: "Because I can't bear to be here, I don't want to go out!"

The old man has lived alone in Jinghuayuan for a long time, although it is not comfortable to live alone, but sometimes he will feel extremely lonely, and suddenly the little girl talks to him to relieve boredom, and feels very happy. Suddenly an idea came to me.

"Little girl, from today onwards, you will be a closed disciple of my Mirror Flower Sect. ”

When Shuying heard this, she was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth, and looked at him with a look like she was really joking, and after a while, she said: "The disciple is a junior, and you should be respected as a master." ”

The old man waved his hands and said, "My martial arts are all self-cultivation, you are not my descendant, I am not your descendant, what kind of elders and juniors? Spread the mastery that you and I have cultivated in the Mirror Flower Source. ”

"Master Xie. Shuying struggled to kowtow, but was stopped by the old man.

Since then, Shuying has lived freely in this mirror flower source. Watching the master come and go freely, I thought that the people in the landscape painting have an infatuated spirit, sitting or lying, walking or settling, on the banks of the mountains and rivers, and under the grass and pine.

The drizzle in spring is hidden, I am afraid that the three springs are fishing the river, and the autumn picks the acacia fruit, and the mountains can not bear to sleep.

Here ancient pine chrysanthemums, brownstone waterfalls, the color is not bright or sinking, quiet and lofty, and the cranes are smart.

There is no affection, standing in a daze, Shuying also loves to sit alone, looking at the flowers and plants in a daze, telling her heart to the birds, and being infatuated with the world.

Sometimes I have an epiphany under the tree, sighing that there is a fly in the ointment in the world, and individuals have a personal place to go. Joy and anger, sorrow, resentment, longing, the appearance of the heart, flowers and plants as friends, heaven and earth as companions.

Slowly poured out his heart to the Yunying tree.

Stupidly, walking slowly in the mountains, the willow silk elm pods are from Fangfei, regardless of Taopiao and Li Fei.

The fragrance of mountains and flowers, come and listen to the painting.

This mirror flower source is like an ancient painting that does not have the dust of the world, and the aesthetic conception in the painting is pure to pure to light to elegant, spiritual, void and light. Penetrate.

It fits the aesthetic peace and elegance of the heart, and advocates the beauty of simplicity and purity.

The rhythm and subtle changes all contain the deep, mysterious, distant and clear imagery in the painting.

Dead trees, mountain springs, empty mountains, wind, birds, winding paths, microflowers, reading, and Taoism.

Lonely and ethereal, faint marks, cold smoke and grass, a bay of autumn colors, a piece of autumn, secluded and scattered, a hermit in the mountains and forests.

Shuying thought in line with Taoist philosophy: all worlds are made into a dust, and the world is not gathered and cluttered......

I don't know how many springs and autumns have passed...... Whether it is cultivation or martial arts, or miscellaneous learning, Shuying has entered the next realm.

Shuying has forgotten all her old troubles...... Maybe there is a trace of concern in my heart.

The sea was as calm as ever, sparkling, the farther away the waves, the more faint it was, and there seemed to be a grasshopper on the waves, which Shuying found interesting.

The grasshopper grew bigger and bigger, and Shuying walked to the shore to take a closer look, and it turned out to be a small boat, a small boat, floating and floating, straight to the end of the world.

Shuying went to ask Master if there had been such a boat here in the past.

Master was overjoyed and said that no one had ever been here before, wondering if it had come from somewhere where the abandoned boat had been left behind and floated by itself.

Half a day, the boat slowly approached, and there seemed to be a person sleeping in the boat, waiting for the boat to run aground on the beach. Shuying couldn't believe her eyes, that person was the person Xiuyun was worried about in her heart-

Dust!

He still had the same cold moon-white face, and his eyes in the mask were closed peacefully. He fell asleep.

In the sunset, he has a kind of mystery. Shuying looked at him with fatigue. There were a thousand words, but not a single word could be uttered. Just waited quietly for him to wake up, and couldn't control the tears in his eyes.

Shuying was full of thoughts: "This place is so secret, no one will ever be able to find it, and when I was chasing you, someone cut the bridge and fell down when I crossed the bridge, I knew that the person in white who ran to the other side of the bridge was not you at all." Because I called you, there's no way you won't look back. ”

"But what have you been through over the years? how did you find here, how did you know I was here!"

Seeing that Huchen was still dressed in white, Shuying was guarding the edge of the boat, quietly waiting for Huchen's brother to wake up, with affection in his eyes and infinite tenderness......

The sunset changed from pale red to red, from red to brilliant purple gold, and the sound of the waves rubbed against the boat to make a romantic music.

This boat carries a lot of melancholy and a lot of thoughts...... sailed through the vast sea, and today has completely sailed into Xiuyun's heart......

In the afterglow, Shuying couldn't help but kiss Chenchen's lips, as dreamy and beautiful as Snow White kissing her prince awake.

In the blur of dust, I felt a clear stream flowing through my body, warm and lingering, immersed, as if it was a dream. This dream is beautiful and I don't want to wake up. I felt a cold ...... on my face.

Shuying's tears slipped from his eyes and landed on Huchen's cheeks, and Huchen felt as if there were drops of coldness spreading on his cheeks, and he felt a familiar aura that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Huchen opened his eyes and saw that the person in front of him was the person he thought about day and night, thinking that this dream was really wonderful, as if it were real.

Shuying saw him open his eyes and wake up, his throat choked, and he couldn't speak for a while, and he couldn't say a single word when he had a thousand words in his heart.

For a while, the four eyes looked at each other, and after a while, Shuying's voice trembled and spit out a few words:

"How's it going?"

When Huchen saw her speak, and her voice sounded so real, he knew in his heart that this was not a dream, everything just now was true, and there was an indescribable ocean in his heart......

He raised his head and stroked Shuying's face, wiping away tears for her.

There are no more words, and being able to meet again is already the pole of happiness, and there is no need for more......

The two hugged each other and cried......

"It's hard for you, Brother Huchen, how did you find here?"

"I haven't found you since you left a letter, and I've been able to find no trace of you. I knew that your disappearance must have something to do with them, so I went to question them, and it turned out that they had done something to the Ironwood Bridge beforehand, and asked one of them to pretend to be me, and then lead you to the Ironwood Bridge, and then break the bridge, so that you fell into the abyss and died.

"On the other hand, they pretended to be you on your way home to make me think you had already returned home, so I missed your opportunity and didn't protect you, it was my fault. ”