This night, she slept soundly, like lying on a soft cloud, with the sun shining, warm, and the whole person relaxed.

When Du Ruo woke up, the snow had stopped.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the gaps in the clouds, reflecting the snow sparkling.

She didn't sleep long. It's only been a few hours, but when I wake up, I feel like I'm in a different world.

Qingyun sat on the table next to him, holding a white hairy paintbrush in his hand. In front of him was a flat sheet of drawing paper, with a variety of paints on display.

From the moment Du Ruo opened his eyes and moved his hand slightly, he knew that she was awake, but he didn't raise his eyes, and his painting was at the key point.

Du Ruo looked out the window, a little in a trance.

She pulled her hair, got out of bed, and paced to the window to look.

The snow and the sun shine against each other, faintly revealing a little red.

Qingyun finally finished copying the last stroke, he raised his head to look at her, and said softly: "Come here." ”

Du Ruo walked over, approached him, lowered his head, his hair slipped down, and the tips of his hair gently brushed the back of Qingyun's hand.

Qingyun turned over the palm of his hand, held the tips of her slippery hair, and grabbed her behind her ear, the whole process was very natural.

The strength of the peach blossom wine has completely passed. Du Ruo couldn't remember what she said at all, but she still vaguely remembered what she had done.

She even remembered the dry, sun-like smell on his body.

"What is this?" Du Ruo looked at Qingyun suspiciously, the drawing paper at first glance was the most ordinary picture of spring in the mountains.

But if you look closely, it's a bit subtle.

Zhu Pavilion Tower, carved beams and painted buildings, although it is only a few simple strokes, but the pavilions and pavilions hidden in the mountain flowers are described quite charming, if you look closely, this is clearly the Falling Cloud Palace.

The peach and plum are vibrant, the tender willows are shady, the distant mountains are misty, and the miscellaneous trees and grasses are full of vitality.

On the causeway of His Highness Luoyun, a man and a woman were leading a big black dog with a box and approaching the small arch bridge in front.

And the Hexu Mountain in the distance is layer by layer, from dark green to dark green, green, light green...... In the leisurely mountain air, Du Ruo felt that the painting seemed to be alive.

"The spring scene of Hexu Mountain. Qingyun said lightly.

Du Ruo nodded and looked at the man and woman in the painting.

The man was dressed in white, his clothes and hair fluttering among the shadows of the trees, floating out of the dust, it was Qingyun.

It's just that woman, Du Ruo is a little puzzled. The woman was dressed in a silver cloud skirt and a flying bun, and a silhouette alone gave people a pretty feeling. It is completely different from the elegant Du Ruo. She raised her eyes and glanced at Qingyun suspiciously.

"It's Biluo. Qingyun replied to her calmly, but her eyes were clearly full of confusion, "A long time ago, that year it also snowed on Hexu Mountain, and the ice and snow covered the mountain. I made this picture. It's been decades, and it's a little faded, so I took it out and colored it again. ”

Du Ruo nodded thoughtfully, she thought of the sky lantern fairy in Qiandeng Town, no wonder she didn't have much amazing feeling when she saw Chongshan wearing a flowing fairy skirt, she was dressed like that before.

"So, what happened between us later?" Du Ruo captured a bit of information from Qingyun's words. That is, he was sealed more than ten years ago, and decades ago they made this painting together in the spring. For the immortals, the difference between the decades is nothing, so what happened between them in those years?

Qingyun paused before answering her: "No." At that time, the Emperor of Heaven arranged a marriage for you, and I never saw you again after you returned to the Heavenly Realm. When Qingyun said this, his expression was calm, and he couldn't guess his emotions.

"Marriage?" Du Ruo was a little surprised.

Qingyun nodded, "The fourth prince of the Emperor of Heaven and your childhood sweetheart, and he has always admired you as an adult, so he later begged the Emperor of Heaven to give you a marriage to him." ”

"What happened later?" Du Ruo suddenly became a little nervous.

Qingyun secretly glanced at her and said, "I didn't know about it later." In those years, I became more and more demonic, and I rarely came out of this Hexu Mountain, so I didn't know much about what was happening in the Heavenly Realm. And when I saw you again, I was at the altar at the bottom of the lake. ”

There was nothing wrong with his words, and Du Ruo knew almost nothing about his past, so he had no doubts. It's just that she vaguely felt that things were by no means as simple as he said, and Qingyun should have hidden something important. Otherwise, how could she end up in Luofu Mountain, and what happened to the blank space in the middle. She was a little distressed.

Du Ruo walked to the window, the sun shone on her face, faintly hot.

She put her hand over her forehead and looked up at the sky.

I inexplicably gave birth to an idea in my heart, this wilderness in the extreme west is the demon world, and further west is the ghost world, what about the heavenly realm, is it in the sky?

She turned her head and looked at Qingyun, and the two looked at each other like this.

"Do you know where the Celestial Realm is?" she asked him.

"The heavenly realm hangs above the human realm, but it is a space of its own, and this space has its own laws, and if there is no guidance, it is impossible to find it if the Tao is not enough. Qingyun also walked to the window and stood beside her.

The sun shone on his face, and Du Ruo felt a little illusory.

"So that's why we can soar through the clouds and mist, but still can't see the legendary Heavenly Palace in the Nine Heavens?"

Qingyun nodded.

The two tacitly agreed and did not speak again. Quietly looking at the distant mountains and the sky.

The clouds still hadn't dispersed, but the sunlight had pierced through the cracks.

In the evening, the wind picked up again. The snow was falling again.

I don't know how much snow has fallen this winter. Du Ruo and Qingyun boil tea, brew wine, and grow vegetables in this Luoyun Hall every day, and in their spare time, they listen to Qingyun talk about all kinds of strange things he encounters in the human world, and Fat Tiger and Xiao Hei are still friends and enemies, and quarreling every day also adds a bit of fun to this ordinary life.

Du Ruoyi vaguely felt that everything seemed to be back to when she was in Luofu Mountain. There is a feeling that I don't know where to go, only the alternation of cold and heat.

But the difference is that there is one more Qingyun by his side.

Just when Du Ruo felt in a trance that there was no end in sight to this snow.

One day, a long birdsong woke up Hexu Mountain, which had been silent for nearly a month.

Du Ruo had just woken up at that time, rubbed her eyes, and opened the window.

The time and personnel are urging each other, and the winter is over and spring is coming again.