This snow fell for three days and three nights, covering the sky and the earth, looking vast and desolate from a distance, the sound of the flutter seemed to tell the unfinished words of the floating wish, and the crystal in Yan Xi's hand melted instantly. The body of the young master of Qingyun Peak has healed, and the world knows that the fear of the night lotus that once shrouded the top of his head has dissipated, and people have rushed to tell each other, and the whole world celebrates.

Yan Xi's eyes were moist, and he muttered: "Floating wishes, do you know that everyone in the world is praising the merits of the second kite, and they do not hesitate to disperse to cultivate to take the water of the galaxy and drive away the resentment of the sea without vain." But I know that you did all this, but, where are you? The snow in the air is your breath, but why can't I see you? You once said that you want to swim all over the great rivers and mountains, watch the lonely smoke of the desert, and watch the sunset over the Yellow River. From this day onwards, I'll take you to see it, okay........"

And at this time, in the underground hall of Qingyun Peak, Mo Li's eyes that were as deep as the bottom of the lake looked at the statue of Qinghezi for a long time, and at this moment, the familiar ancient atmosphere was gone. "Could it be that what the second kite said is true?" slowly withdrew her hand, the ink was like a knife, maybe everything was self-inflicted, even if she took her life, it was difficult for her to be moved. Until the sun sets, the person sitting under the statue stands up, and the figure in the sunset line is extremely lonely.

On the snow-capped mountain like a silver snake flying, the man's frozen red hands trembled and picked up a handful of snow, stuffed it into his mouth without waiting for it to melt, and looked up at the sky with vicissitudes of life. "Fuyuan, have you been here? I can already feel your breath, why can't I see you?" A white lotus poked its head out, bloomed for a moment, withered for a moment, and shed a drop of crystal dew like tears condensed, and the man carefully put it into a bottle, holding it in his arms, and his chapped lips smiled like a child.

The tumbling Yellow River rushed down, and the man sat on the bank, nibbling on the dry food in his hand, until the sun set, and quickly got up to look for something. As night fell, I sat alone under the stars, and after a moment I walked off into the distance. It seemed to move the heavens, and when he was sleeping, a white lotus poked its head out of the soil, and the familiar breath, the man woke up and hurriedly and carefully put the condensed crystal dew into the bottle. Reluctantly glanced at the rushing river, turned and left.

On the endless grassland, herdsmen gallop on horseback, and herds of cattle and sheep sometimes bow their heads to nibble on the grass, and sometimes look up at the blue sky. The man kept drawing something, his cheeks were chapped by the wind, and he didn't know how long he was gesturing, and the herdsman nodded again and again. The brightness between the man's eyebrows and eyes was reflected in the sun, but he saw that the white peony flowers everywhere lost their brilliance. The enthusiastic herdsmen called out to their companions, chattered and exchanged ideas, and the people dispersed again. After a while, people came running with all kinds of white flowers in their hands and smiling faces. The man checked them one by one, until the last little boy brought a white lotus, and the people exclaimed that the white lotus bloomed, and then withered, and the man hurriedly put the crystal dew into the bottle. The herdsmen kept looking back, waving their hands from time to time, and gradually disappeared into the edge of the grassland.

The scorching sun baked the yellow sand everywhere, and the lonely figure of the man walked in the desert with difficulty, and the eagle flew by in time and space, as if forgotten in the heaven and earth. The storm was blowing, the yellow sand was lost but still couldn't stop the pace of moving forward, seeing the sun slanting in the west, and the camel bell ringing not far away, the man followed the sound to find it. In a small oasis, the white lotus roamed on the water, as if it had been waiting for a long time. The man's tears flowed, the crystal dew was put into the bottle, and the white lotus withered. I don't know how many places I walked, until the flowers and plants in front of me were overgrown, and I looked up and saw the three words Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley. His heart trembled, and he murmured: "Floating wishes, going around and around, but you brought me here." Is there someone you can't rest assured of, or is there one of your most nostalgic memories?"

The bumps along the way, the wind and the sun, the man's originally fair face was covered with a long beard, and his once bright eyebrows and eyes were full of vicissitudes and confusion at the moment. As he wandered through the door, a man and a woman walked quickly.

"You said you were looking for a floating wish?" the woman couldn't hide the shock in her eyes.

The man kept nodding, "Floating wish told me that she is here." ”

The man was taken into the Valley of Ten Thousand Butterflies, and only after some freshening up did he return to his original appearance. The woman's tears rained down instantly: "Yanxi, I'm Fluttershy, don't you remember me?" No matter what Lu Xiaodie said, the man in front of him just looked dazed. Fluttershy turned and threw herself into Ling Feng's arms and cried bitterly, Ling Feng's grim face and the corners of her lips twitched slightly, until the man in front of her used his last strength to cover the jade bottle in his arms and collapsed onto the bed.

"Is it arranged?" Ling Feng worriedly wiped away Lu Xiaodie's undried tears.

"I'm already asleep, Ling Feng, why can't even I recognize Yan Xi? What happened to my brother and Fu Yuan after they were taken away by the people of Youruo Palace? Why did my brother die by cutting off his heart? Why has Fu Yuan been heard from for so many years?" The tears that had just been wiped away instantly welled up again.

"Xu is too affectionate. Ling Feng sighed, "Now he only has floating wishes in his heart, and he has long forgotten everything around him." You know him, and they are all friends who wish to go, and you can recover your consciousness after a lot of exchanges. ”

"But back then, Fu Yuan said that Yan Xi wanted to kill her, but now why did he get himself to such a field for Fu Yuan?"

Ling Feng gently hugged Lu Xiaodie into his arms and said in a dumb voice, "Maybe Yan Xi will wake up, and all his questions will be answered." ”