The moonlight is shining, and the reincarnation of a hundred generations.

startled, a nightmare; The flowers fall, thinking of the king; The snow drifts, dancing in spring and autumn. Ask God, where is it?

"Live well, wait for me to come back, take you away, and take you to see the most beautiful scenery in the world." Like a dream, in yesterday?

That year, it was as red as blood.

I think I still don't understand you after all, I don't understand your cold and unruly back under the moon; I don't understand the loneliness that hides in your eyebrows, and I don't understand why you dance with a sword over and over again in the peach blossoms flying in the sky; I don't know why your strings play like the boundless cry of a bird.

All I know is that you look at me with a confused look. Pity. Distressed. As if in another world, as if; All I know is that you're going to get drunk on a moonlit night and call me by the wrong name; Exquisite, exquisite, exquisite. I only know that when the peach blossoms are scattered, you will pick them up piece by piece and stand silently.

I can't forget the encounter between you and me in Peach Blossom Ridge; I can't forget the surprise, excitement and frenzy that flashed in your eyes at that moment; I can't forget that in the mist of flowers, your solid shoulders will tremble slightly; I can't forget, I tell you, when my name is Mengluo, a touch of loss and sadness flashed in your eyes; I can't forget the despair in your eyes after that decisive battle.

I can't forget a lot, a lot of ......

You never asked me who I was, where I came from, or why I stayed here. I just told you that my name is Mengluo, that's all, and you just told me that your name is Ruoshui.

Every day I see you dancing in a row of your emptiness, like a proud and phoenix, gorgeous. Beautiful; Look at you at the top of the attic stroking the qin, like a noble god, captivating the country and the city, but wisps of sadness are precipitated in the autumn wind. Fermentation, known for centuries and millennia, will never dissipate.

Time flies by like water. But who knows how many turbulent undercurrents are hidden in this calm water, which is about to explode.

The sharp wind violently tore the wind chimes in the four corners of the attic, and the originally crisp bells instantly became poignant, like the howls of thousands of evil ghosts, shocking the soul, and the clear sky was suddenly overcast.

You still stroke the piano, calm and comfortable like a baby, but the plucked sound of the piano conjures up between your slender and nimble fingernails, sometimes the gentle and crisp sound of a lark, sometimes the tinkling of a clear spring. The wind softened, the clouds dispersed, and it was silent.

And the brilliant peach forest was instantly filled with black pressure, closer, closer and closer, it was them dressed in inky black power suits - three hundred blood soldiers, three hundred blood soldiers, and their whole bodies exuded a cold murderous aura like a tide.

They are the most terrifying organization today, they have no soul, they don't have all the feelings that human beings should have, the value of their existence is to kill, desperate to kill, only the thirteen people led by the slightest difference, like a phoenix tattooed on their chests.

The Thirteen Grim Reapers of the Feng Clan - an absolutely invincible existence, known in the world: blood warriors come out, killings arise, death appears, and the heavens and the earth are cold. Legend has it that they possessed the power of the gods, the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

I really hope to see a hint of surprise in your eyes. Frightened, but you're as calm as ever.

The corners of her mouth are still hanging with a smile like soft water, wantonly in the melodious and distant sound of the piano, is she really the only one in this world who can make you tremble?

I remember that year, the peach blossoms were unusually red, like a continuous fire, burning everything.

After that short period of brilliance, stubbornly pounced on death, one after another, and performed a grand funeral. It's just that I really forgot what was buried, whether it was human nature, sin, or the love that didn't finish playing, which has been going on for thousands of years.

That year, at that moment, you sat alone in a tall building, stroking the piano, and I was like a boy beside me.

Listen to the sound of those gentle winds tearing apart the petals of the flowers; Listen to the singing of the spirits of the dead who wander in heaven over and over again; Listening to the sound of the piano is entangled in staggered and sorrowful; Listen to the cries of pain when the peach blossoms are floating in the sky, and the sound is endless.

"It's better to meet again, I didn't expect you to hide here, thirteen years ago I was lucky to let you escape, and if you meet today, hand over the last key and leave you with a whole corpse."

As if you didn't hear it, you just turned around and asked me indifferently if I would like to leave? I just shook my head indifferently, maybe I was really afraid of indulging in the eyes as bright as stars, but the bleak back moved forward arrogantly.

"Thirteen years ago, I saw with my own eyes that the last wisp of her spirit summoned the Nine Heavens Divine Bird Fire Phoenix to block your fatal blow for me; Thirteen years ago, I saw her die with my own eyes, and her soul was gone; Thirteen years ago, I promised her not to seek revenge on you.

But that hatred is torn by thousands of insects and ants in the chest, and now you and other villains still want to have an immortal body, dreaming! Today, I will let you see the strength of the awakening of the guardian clan. The low, slightly hoarse voice sounded in everyone's heart like the curse of the Nine Demons, as if it originated from the most ancient darkness boundless, devouring everything.

At that moment, I seemed to see all the pain open like a black lotus, no longer forbearing, no longer sinking. Like the toughest thorns, stubbornly growing, stubbornly piercing everything. Including Tianyu, including time, and of course, people's hearts.

A blood-red, piercing red. Exhaustion and all madness grows. Pitch the sky. Like a nightmare, it appeared in the deepest part of the night, and the slaughter that was constantly rendered into a thrilling decisive battle by later generations, but it is still not believed by the world for ten years, I still don't understand what kind of killing it was.

It's clearly just a dance, a dance that dances all over the world, and it's a gorgeous and stunning dress; Or cold and bloodthirsty ballet, those are really far from enough, and you are like a peerless dancer, dancing the swan song that leads the world.

Dancing the decline of the dynasty, dancing the prosperity and desolation of the world. The dance is suffocating, distressing, and tearful. It should be a bleak elegy, singing the world, drifting, into the clouds.

You turn, the moon-white robe tumbling and tangled in the hunting west wind, the blue hair tangled with each other like the most chaotic piano sounds, and the eyes as bright as the stars have the quietest dead silence.

Speechless, you walked into the attic with your piano in your arms and looked at your thin back. I suddenly had the idea of losing my wings for no apparent reason. A winged bird that can't chase its mate. The thought that it will continue to scream until it dies with a cry of blood.

And that night, black snow fell from the sky.

That night, you were drunk again, a little hazy. It's a bit seductive like a woman. Bai Yu's wine glass was rippling with a slightly weeping face, a handsome and soft face that made women in the world jealous.

You grabbed my hand, and felt an inexplicable temperature in the palm of your hand, mixed with a distant familiar smell, like the fragrance of grass under the bright sun.

Listening to your babbling over and over again, sobbing over and over again, it seems that only at that moment you are not a high-up, unattainable prince, and only at that moment I see the weakness you have never felt before. Your dreamy words let me know that exquisite crystal-like story, made me slightly jealous of the woman who had the face of seducing all beings, and made me seem to see the bleak projection under the fluttering ink snow, and at that moment she was the greatest brilliance in the world.

You said that the ink and snow did not melt all year round, and the armor covered thousands of miles.

I seem to be drunk, drunk in your body temperature, drunk for a thousand years, in a trance, as if hearing a voice: the same peerless face, the same beautiful encounter, the same ......

And you didn't notice the faint blue of my palms.

The wind was still howling, rolling up the snowflakes and drifting far, far away.

Dressed in white, you are still standing proudly, the most upright lone pine, facing the wind and snow.

"It's you, why?" I looked at your beautiful and unusually pale face with a little helplessness, infinite sadness and tolerance, but not a little resentment.

I didn't know that at that moment, my heart seemed to have a feeling called "pain", which spread all over my body, and it was cold to the bone. "Thirteen years ago, you deceived your sister and took away the holy relic "Qitian Key" that belonged to the Feng clan, and she died with hatred, and now I want you to die, but it can't be worth your mistake. "It's just that you didn't hear the great panic that welled up in my heart when I said this.

"Kill him, and use that 'ink blood' to plunge into his heart, so that his soul will be tormented by the hellfire forever, and avenge your sister." A piercing and frenzied voice rang out from afar.

It was the righteous father who came, and the only one in the Feng clan who understood the destiny of heaven came. I slowly pulled up the 'Mo Xue' that was originally yours and looked at your gradually dissipating gaze, I thought I still wanted you to die after all, but the panic in my heart went straight into the sky like a towering tree.

With a roar, you leap to your feet, and your fingers seem to go through my chest. "You really don't have to die, it turns out that I want you to live." Close your eyes and welcome death.

"Even if you can understand the destiny of heaven, what can you do, after all, you still can't see through your heart, and you want to get the blood of the dragon and phoenix, live forever, and dominate the world, how can I let you succeed, the dance of soul burial, the seal of fire."

Is it your voice, are you still dead? I turned around, and all the sealed memories erupted out, it turned out that I was Linglong, the Linglong you missed day and night, it turned out that everything was just a conspiracy, a conspiracy planned by that person only for his own selfish desires.

"If water, if water......" I cried out endlessly, watching your figure dissipate little by little.

"Linglong, you're finally back, I'm finally waiting for you to come back, live well. I will be back. Take you to see the scenery, take you to see the vast desert under the sunset, go to the Tianshan Mountains to see the most beautiful snow lotus, and pick the sleeping water chestnut in the water town south of the Yangtze River; Take you to see the most beautiful scenery in the world, hold hands, for a lifetime. ”

When the flowers dance, where are you?

Wake up from a dream, several generations of spring and autumn, several degrees of wind and rain. The vicissitudes of the sea, the moon and the stars are sinking, the earth is barren, just to wait for you, to see the most beautiful scenery in the world.