The two looked at each other, and Jiuyou saw the same eye of stars in her eyes, except that hers was light blue, and she was dark blue. If the galaxy in her eyes is a small river, then the galaxy in her eyes is a boundless ocean. It's very deep and vast.

Jiuyou looked at her and found that even if she was pale, she was not as beautiful as a mortal woman, and she had a demure temperament on her body, and at first glance she felt the same as the beauty of Zhi'er, like an immortal in the sky, with an ice soul, clean and unstained with dust.

She looked at her, suddenly smiled at her kindly, withdrew her hand, and inexplicably whispered something to herself that she couldn't understand: It turns out that everything is destined by itself, and it is a cycle of cause and effect.

She then stretched out her palm, as if talking to herself and as if to say to her: Since there is a fate to meet in the air, then I will give you a meeting gift.

So, Jiuyou saw a colorful and gorgeous color in her palm, and then the color flew out of her palm, transforming into a very tall and magnificent harp, the harp is constantly transformed back and forth by the seven kinds of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple under the sun, and the colors are different shades, which are colorful and dazzling, very dreamy and beautiful.

She endured her physical discomfort and calmly reached out and began to play, and when she played the first note, it was crisp and pleasant, and something seemed to be stirring around her.

With the flick of her hand, all the trees around her began to rise without wind and waves, and the leaves on the trees seemed to be summoned, all of them automatically broke away from the branches, and all the fallen leaves on the ground also floated, and they began to revolve around her like souls.

Jiuyou was shocked to see that the whole picture, except for her and the small willow seedling beside her, everything else moved.

The trees first swirled around her, as if they had met their mother, and they were happy and moved with joy.

Immediately, the woman who was as beautiful as a fairy gently spit out four words: a world of flowers blooming.

The trees that had been revolving around her were stacked into a single flower in an instant, and the buds in the middle slowly bloomed and came to life.

At the moment when the flowers bloomed, Jiuyou heard the sound of scriptures that seemed to have come from ancient times, which was very familiar and shocking.

Immediately, the woman said another sentence that Jiuyou didn't understand: One flower and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi, one tree and one floating life, one grass and one heaven, one sand and one bliss, one side and one pure land, one smile and one dust, one thought and one quiet.

As her words fell, the flowers began to wither, forming seeds that fell to the ground, and then the seeds burst through the ground as if they had been given life, and began to slowly grow and thrive.

Jiuyou suddenly felt as if he had accidentally fallen into the world of a flower clan, just transformed from a tree into a flower, and the seeds that fell turned out to be as real, a seed formed a flower seed, and they scrambled to bloom the most gorgeous fragrance of their lives. At this moment, as far as she can see, it is a wonderful moment of a flower and a world.

Then she saw the lines of the leaves, which seemed to be a picture of vitality, with complex and intertwined lines, life and death interdependent, and never abandoned.

Suddenly, she found herself a flower, the tricolored flower that often appeared in her dreams, and she found herself one of them, and she was deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate herself, and the air around her was so fresh that she felt a sense of calm with every breath she took.

As the sound of the piano continued, the sound of the scriptures began to revolve around her, and she felt like she was bathed in a sea of scriptures, and at this moment, she felt tall and majestic, but at the same time small as dust.

She began to fall into a deep sleep, and her soul, but dreamed of mortal dust, a dream of a thousand years, she became an inconspicuous stone by the lake, after the wind and sun, thunderstorms, she was lonely and lonely but her heart was as calm as water. Day after day, year after year, seemingly unconscious, but at a loss.

She didn't know when the day would come to an end, she couldn't move, she couldn't speak, she could only follow the river, and then she drifted downstream, and she was finally picked up from the river, and it was a young man, who took a knife and began to carve on her, turning her into a beautiful landscape stone, and then he was in front of the cashier of a small carving shop on the street for people to see.

She watched the flow of people every day, constantly people coming in and out, she watched the young man's daughter-in-law with a big belly, the two of them were warm and happy, and kept the small shop in order and clean every day. The two loved each other every day, and soon gave birth to their child, a very ordinary baby boy.

She watched him grow into a very mischievous little boy, while the shopkeeper and his wife grew older, and they brought the child up by the art of carving, until they married him a hard-working daughter-in-law.

After having a family, he finally began to calm down and concentrate on learning carving with his father.

And she was on the sidelines, like a bystander, watching him grow up little by little, and the shopkeeper couple was slowly aging little by little, until they bowed down, their movements began to be unnatural, and their faces were slowly covered with traces of vicissitudes of time.

Until they could no longer move, and their son, at last, gave birth to a big fat boy, the shopkeeper lay on the hospital bed, and finally saw the grandson he had been thinking about, and at first glance, he could no longer support it, and died with satisfaction.

Less than a month later, the owner's daughter-in-law followed.

Watching them leave one after another, Jiuyou was very sad in her heart, after all, she was on the sidelines, and after watching them for most of her life, she was still intact, but they couldn't withstand the ravages of time and turned into dust.

Then she watched the little fat man grow up, and as he became sensible, his father began to teach him the ancestral carving craft very seriously.

He also gradually became more and more expressive from the original carving, and finally the blue came out of the blue, and the carved objects were more lifelike than his father's masterpieces.

With such a high carving talent, the husband and wife are very happy.

Since then, more and more people have come to the store to buy, and the small shop has been expanded into a large store by the father and son.

Jiuyou looked at the old acquaintances who had been coming in and out, many of them were still brought by their parents when they first met before, and now they are also dying.

It turns out that there is an end to life, and they will not be able to escape the gears of time, like flowers and trees, and they will not be able to escape the fate of birth, old age, sickness and death.

Subsequently, Jiuyou watched them alternate from generation to generation, everyone came and went, and those people they met earlier had turned into a pile of loess and buried in the ground.

The journey of life is like a carriage that always walks on the road, in the first half of our lives, our parents pulled us to carry the weight forward, we snuggled in their arms, carefree and happy growth, and then, the mother is old, we pull our parents, a family of wives and children, and carry the weight again, until the gears of fate turn over again, one day, our descendants, also pull us to carry the weight forward, life and death alternate reincarnation.

And in this life, we will meet many people, all kinds and varied, most of them are passers-by, coming and going in a hurry, and those who can accompany us to the end are no one other than family members, a few friends or two.

And the Nine Phantom Illusion stones, with the passage of time, the years have weathered, and the landscape map carved on it has gradually blurred.

Eventually, it is inevitable that people will be abandoned next to the garbage heap. After a period of time, she was picked up again as a table foot, taken to pad sauerkraut, kicked and played by children, and finally could not escape the fate of being abandoned again.

At this time, her weathering was getting more and more serious, and her vision was becoming more and more foggy, and in a trance, she seemed to hear the familiar sound of water flowing again, and the vicious sunlight.

As the river beat mercilessly again and again, she stumbled, and finally slowly turned into a pinch of sand. Dust to dust, dust to dust.

This journey made her understand her own insignificance, but no matter how small she is, no matter how small she is, every flower, grass, night, and stone, they are all the inevitability of life and existence.

The sound of the scriptures around her became more and more clear and audible, and she seemed to have listened to the whole scripture in a daze, and she had also changed from a flower to a human.

But her sleepiness was so weak that she couldn't remember what she had heard.

And her cultivation also began to improve by leaps and bounds unconsciously:

Divine Realm...... Sanctuary ...... Puppet Emperor ...... Half-Emperor ...... Empress.

When her cultivation reached the Emperor Realm, a terrifying death aura suddenly descended from the sky and began to envelop her.

When life and death were at stake, all her own cultivation began to operate automatically, helping her resist this extreme of death.

Because this heavenly death qi was too strong, her cultivation began to be slowly worn away by this dead qi and slowly fell down:

Empress ...... Half-Emperor ...... Puppet Emperor ...... Sanctuary ...... Divine Realm...... Heaven...... Spiritual body.

Until there was no trace of spiritual power in his body, the dead qi was finally dissipated.

But at this moment, an even more terrifying death aura descended from the sky again, as if it wanted to destroy her, and she would not die.

Just when the death breath came, Jiuyou suddenly woke up under the call of the piano, she changed from a person to a flower again, and a three-color flower actually reversed time and space, as if she was in another superimposed space, she watched the terrifying death breath bypass her, but she could no longer get close to her, and then disappeared.

And this scene seemed to completely anger the heavens, and another even more terrifying death qi was menacing, just as it was about to fall, in front of Jiuyou's forehead, a black rune suddenly flashed, helping her isolate all the breath, until the death qi in the sky disappeared.

In this scene, Jiuyou is like a spectator, and it is a very strange feeling to be immersive.

When she looked at the beautiful woman again, she was suddenly startled by what she saw in front of her, she was still a great beauty just now, how did she become a middle-aged woman full of traces of the vicissitudes of time this time, her beautiful knee-length gray-blue hair seemed to have lost all luster at once, and turned into a light blue, silver and blue hair color, and the vast and boundless dark blue eyes also faded the depth of the dark blue, and became dull.

"Shackles of fate, cursed, forever falling into hell, it's a pity that I'm in my last years, and I can't help you crack it anymore, a world of flowers blooms, a thought becomes an emperor, it is a gift I gave you, for the rest of your life, you have to rely on yourself to go, that heavenly marriage, is the light of your life, cherished!" The woman sighed helplessly.

The picture then dissipated, like a dream of Nanke.