Feng saw that Yuxiang had taken a nap and got up lazily, it was already four or five o'clock.

There haven't been any major incidents in Gensokyo lately, but it's already spring, so it's time to enjoy the flowers.

Some time ago spring. Fairy Lily White came to report the news. When did it come, ten days, a month? However, these scattered days are not worth thinking about, and for me, one day makes no difference from year to year.

This little guy is very hardworking, and she should be rewarded with something, and she has come and gone this year, so let's talk about it when I can think of it next year.

Thinking of Lily White, Kazami Yuka thought of another thing.

That human, he brought the flower tea to himself, he did receive it, although it looked like it was crude, but at the level of a weak creature like a human, this human's craftsmanship is quite good, worthy of praise.

Well, I don't know what a high level looks like, but I guess it's a high level that makes me feel good.

Unprecedentedly interested in a human being, Kazami Yuka hooked the corners of her mouth, as if she was laughing at herself.

Speaking of which, why did he give himself a gift? It seems that Lilybeth said it, but I don't remember it anymore.

Things that don't matter, Kazami Yuka doesn't take it to heart.

She lifted her short green hair, moved her neck, and then rose from the bed, revealing her pure body, unstained with dust.

The wind sees that Yuxiang is already tall, but at the moment, there is no inch, and the convex posture can be seen to be an overall upward uprightness.

It's almost evening, and the spring breeze outside is blowing a little cool.

It's a big monster but she still gets chills, but in order to avoid being too boring, she closed off these supernormal abilities by herself.

Changing into a dress, she leaned on the windowsill and looked at the scenery outside, such a casual posture outlined a delicate posture, which was extremely attractive. It's just that it's so beautiful, but no one can see it.

Kazemi Yuka didn't have any consciousness of this, she looked at the scenery for a while, then finished dressing, and was ready to go out to enjoy a round of evening flowers.

Take the parasol you have with you, stretch it out, and walk along the path in the flower field. The flowers along the way drooped slightly, as if they were saluting the owner of the flower field.

"Well, it's growing pretty well." Kazami Yuka nodded, and along the way, watching her flowers bloom, she also unconsciously showed a faint smile.

Some of the flowers gently shook the stems and leaned towards Yuxiang.

"Good, good." She said softly.

She paused, somewhat playfully stretched out her fingers, and tapped the petals of the sunflower, which curled up slightly, then released again.

"My flowers have souls, too."

She smiled and opened her parasol and continued to flutter forward.

The undercurrent of Gensokyo may determine a trend or pattern, but what does it have to do with the people who work hard every day or the youkai who spend their days lazily?

This has nothing to do with Bai Mingqiu during the trip.

Bai Mingqiu has been gone for more than ten days, and Gensokyo has a good spring. The light is in full view, shuttling through the forest, climbing over the hills, boating on the lake, and sleeping in the open air. Along the way, he has seen a lot of the customs of Gensokyo, and the purpose of dissipating his mood has also been achieved, all in all, it is a very satisfying journey for him.

It's also very strange, looking at the mountain of monsters at the Boli Shrine, it always feels close at hand, and you can fly it casually, but when you really want to walk on your own, Bai Mingqiu only felt how far the distance was. Although his feet are not fast, he is also a little faster than ordinary people walking, even if he stops and goes, he has walked a lot of distance in more than ten days, but Monster Mountain still looks close, but Bai Mingqiu does not feel at the foot of the mountain. It's no wonder that it's impossible for ordinary humans to travel in Gensokyo, safety is an issue, and distance is also a big issue.

Since Bai Mingqiu went on the road, he usually only drank dew, and the first thing he did when he got up in the morning was to collect the dew around him. The environment of Gensokyo is clean, coupled with the trees and lush grass, the dew is clear and transparent, and it does not touch the smell of dust, Bai Mingqiu loves it very much, and one of the two wine gourds he carries with him is filled with new dew every day.

After that, Tai Chi, Baduan Jin, warm up first, and then play a set of Navy Six Styles, and finally take the wooden knife that was made last night, and pick a set of Zhongzheng and peaceful knife exercises. I practiced it all over again. The morning exercise program of knife practice was added temporarily in the past few days, and after fighting with the soul demon dream outside Mystia's small shop, the two agreed to practice knives together in the future. In a word, it is difficult to chase the horse, Bai Mingqiu's practice this time is precisely to facilitate the practice with the soul demon dream in the future, and to familiarize himself with the long-term knife technique.

After exercising, Bai Mingqiu could feel a burst of heat flowing into the dantian, and the totem behind him was slightly hot, although he didn't sweat, but the effect did have some effect.

After looking at the book for an hour, he broke the wooden knife and buried it, out of caution, he didn't want too many people to know that he could use it. Pick up the remnants of last night's rough sleep and continue your journey.

Before Bai Mingqiu went to bed last night, he smelled the fragrance in the night breeze, which should be flowers. Bai Mingqiu didn't have a deep study of flowers, so he couldn't carefully identify the varieties of flowers, but the fragrance of flowers meant that there might be good scenery ahead, and it was worth going to enjoy by himself.

However, he was not in a hurry, his heart was not in a hurry, and his feet were not fast, and the sun set from noon to the western mountains all the way.

The fragrance coming from Bai Mingqiu's side became more and more lush, thinking that it was about to arrive, Bai Mingqiu couldn't hold back his mood at this time, and when he flew up, the scenery in front of him jumped into his eyes.

Golden.

The golden yellow of the setting sun.

It was the golden yellow of the mountains.

Sunflowers, sunflowers, sunflowers.

The spring breeze caresses the waves, and the waves roll up slightly on the golden sea, bringing out the charming waves.

The sunflowers look at the setting sun as if they were worshipping.

Bai Mingqiu couldn't describe the magnificence in front of him in words.

There is no end in sight when flying in the sky, countless sunflowers are in full bloom, and the huge sunflower fans cover the supporting stems and leaves below, making Bai Mingqiu's entire vision full of golden yellow.

The sunflowers in all directions grow vigorously in the fields, without rules, without constraints, and love as much as they want, not to entertain people, but to bloom naturally, naturally.

Isn't it the creator who sprinkled the yellow fuel in his hand on the earth and created such a world?

The fragrance of sunflowers is very light, it is difficult to smell any special fragrance when planting a single sunflower, but when thousands of sunflowers are planted together, this smell will become thick, rich, and still maintain a wisp of tranquility and charm while making people feel intoxicated.

Bai Mingqiu already knew what kind of place this was.

This is a flower field with only one plant, a forbidden place where the four seasons cannot interfere with the cycle, and a residence where the lord of the flowers of the four seasons lives.

Sunflower fields.

A few birdsongs in the distance, and the empty flower fields resounded in an instant.

Bai Mingqiu was touched by this strong vitality, and he descended from the sky and suddenly opened up.

"The sunset is full of birds, and the fragrant wind blows flowers all over the road. Take the morning dew as a new tea, and wash the chest chic. ”

"Whoa, whoa."

"The world is unbearable, and the dream is still haunting the world. The heart of heaven and earth is my home, what is the moon and tomorrow tonight? ”

Singing two lines of poems that are not very appropriate, tearing the cork on the wine gourd with his teeth, drinking a sip of refreshing morning dew, and following the winding paths in the flower fields, Bai Mingqiu walked leisurely.

Then, the two people who were destined for their lives met on this trail.

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Ps：

It's coming, it's coming, it's coming

It's time to come, and so are the recommended tickets!

The poem was written by Lu Dongbin, slightly changed, don't ask me if it's good or bad.