The mountains and seas are endless, how does the phoenix seek its phoenix?

There is no way to cross the galaxy, how does the phoenix dance for nine days?

The lonely sandbar is cold, how does the phoenix inhabit the sycamore?

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Under the moon, Jiang Xueyin sat alone on the high broken wall, listening to the evening breeze on her shoulder, and singing the song sung by the nine-tailed fox.

She knew that the nine-tailed fox was fond of a bird, and its hard work was to hope that one day, it could fly with that bird, but the bird didn't seem to pay much attention to it.

Now she hums the songs, but she misses them, war makes people tired, war makes people busy, because war displaces.

She wants to be alone and quiet, get to know her own displacement, and see if she can grasp her life.

The reason why she sat so high was because the war had turned the place into a wasteland, and the air was filled with the smell of extinguished soil, which was not as pungent as the dust of the city, but it was not much better.

On the ruins, Wu Hun counted Jiang Xueyin's violent behavior, begging the widow sister to comfort his wounded heart, Xiaozhou carefully cared for the feathers she collected, and the other soul yellow tree people took root in the big underground and enjoyed the care of Mother Earth.

Finally, the widow sister couldn't stand Wu Hun's chirping, and flipped over in the air and flew down beside Jiang Xueyin.

The widow sister asked, "How do you like to be alone?" ”

"Nobody likes to be alone, I just come here to breathe." Jiang Xueyin said.

The widow sister suddenly asked tentatively: "Marriage is not child's play, do you really like that muddy boy?" ”

Jiang Xueyin replied: "I'm not like you, you are everyone's lady, or the eldest princess of the Merry Empire, and I am just a person from the mountains, I only know what I want, it doesn't matter if I like it or not." ”

Sister Widow smiled slightly, "Everyone knows what they want, but does everyone really know what they want?" ”

"How so?" Jiang Xueyin asked.

The widow sister looked up at the starry sky and exhaled, "I once made a wish, one wishing Langjun to be a thousand years old, the second wishing that I am healthy, and the third wishing to see each other every year." But I can't keep it in the world, and now I have a beautiful face and a tree, and I meet a merry young man who can't be ashamed of his life......"

Speaking of Wu Hun, the widow sister suddenly sang in a low voice, "The mountains and seas are endless, how does the phoenix ask for its phoenix?" There is no way to cross the galaxy, how does the phoenix dance for nine days? The lonely sandbar is cold, how does the phoenix inhabit the sycamore? You live at the head of the Yangtze River, you live with the mountains, you live at the end of the Yangtze River, and you swear to ...... with the sea"

Jiang Xueyin listened to the song and looked at the stars holding the moon, and suddenly asked: "Hey, you can also sing this song, I will be the first part, and the back can only hum hahahe, haha......"

He laughed as he spoke, "Can you teach me everything that comes next?" ”

"Yes." The widow sister smiled, she suddenly sank to the point that the girl in front of her was not so sentimental, she really just knew what she wanted, and it didn't matter if she liked it or not.

The widow sister said: "This song is said to be a love song in ancient times, and its name is "The Universe is in My Hands". I'll start with a tune, and where I can sing, sing with me......"

The widow sister taught Jiang Xueyin to sing, Wu Hun did not have the widow sister's company, glanced at the two people on the wall, withdrew his gaze, and threw himself to the boat that was combing the feathers.

"Hey, Xiaozhou, you're grooming your feathers, I'll help you." Wu Hun said.

Xiaozhou looked up at Wu Hun like looking at a monster, "No, you're so dirty, you stained my feathers, I have to wash them myself." ”

"Hey-" Wu Hun snorted, and there was no follow-up.

"Brother, do you want to take a bath?" The pattern asked, relieving Wu Hun's collision.

Wu Hun was overjoyed, "Brother Pattern, where is there still clean water?" ”

The pattern replied, "I have it here, come on." ”

With that, the patterns raised their right hands, and a stream of water poured down.

Wu Hun sighed and praised, "Brother Pattern, I didn't expect you to have this kind of means, it's really a must-have for home travel, I'll come too." ”

Wu Hun came to the bottom of the right hand of the pattern, stood in the water, and constantly rinsed himself, his expression was simply intoxicated.

"I have one more capital to brag about in front of my grandfather in the future." Wu Hun got bigger, "I took a bath under the Soul Yellow Tree, haha......"

"Brother, if you like it." The pattern said: "It is rumored in the world, you are very obsessed with archaeology, and often haunt various caves, I don't know, brother, have you found anything?" ”

Wu Hun said modestly: "Brother Pattern, I won't tell you, I'm just out of personal hobby, and I haven't achieved anything so far." ”

Speaking of this, Wu Hun rubbed his face vigorously, "The caves I have been to are all nature, and the caves formed naturally have caused me to go away and return in disappointment." ”

"I see, so brother, have you ever been to a cave like the ruins of an ancient civilization?"

"I wanted to take a look, but my ability was limited and I couldn't find it, and if I was born in Wushi Mountain, I might become famous in one fell swoop."

"Brother, don't be discouraged, when my father comes, he will definitely take you to explore some ancient caves."

"Really?"

"Yes, those are all things left over from your last human civilization, and we can't understand them."

"So, you've been to those caves too?"

"My father took me there, but that was a long time ago, and I just remember a lot of beautiful murals."

As soon as Wu Hun heard that there were still exquisite murals in the cave, he thought of the books left by archaeologists that his people had read, and the smooth caves he had visited.

Then, he sighed, "When will your father arrive?" ”

"It should be almost there." The pattern replied.

At this moment, the boat held her feathers, and also borrowed the water of the pattern.

The pattern asked, "Don't you dislike that my water is obtained by decomposing countless corpses on the battlefield?" ”

"That's a corpse, aren't you really afraid?" The drawing repeatedly highlights the source of its water.

Xiaozhou said: "Don't be afraid, it's all been processed by you, it must be sweeter than mountain spring water." ”

"You're not going to be stingy, are you?" Xiaozhou asked.

The pattern said generously: "How come? You know, our soul yellow tree people are the most warm and hospitable, although in the past they were beaten to be good at singing and dancing, but with the help of you and your friends, we are now singing and dancing and singing freely. ”

It didn't take long for Jiang Xueyin to come, and finally the widow sister also came.

In the end, the four of them were in the water flowing down the right hand of the pattern, and you fought for me, so it was not lively.

At the beginning, except for the widow sister who was embarrassed to twist and pinch, Jiang Xueyin and Xiaozhou were both self-cooked, not to mention Wu Hun, who had already called him a brother and sister with the pattern.

Finally, the other Soul Yellow Tree People also came to add water to them, one by one, one on top of the other, and stood as a wall on the ruins after the war.

Against the backdrop of the bonfire party, there is also the burning war, it is simply that the moon shines on the soul and the purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river from afar, and the flying stream goes straight down to 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way falls for nine days.

The romantic full moon, after the war, still casts countless playful lights and shadows on the scorching wasteland, this is a beautiful moonlit night, this is also a beautiful night moon.

Finally, at the end, the three women sang the same song together: "The mountains and seas are endless, how does the phoenix ask for its phoenix?" There is no way to cross the galaxy, how does the phoenix dance for nine days? The lonely sandbar is cold, how does the phoenix inhabit the sycamore? You live at the head of the Yangtze River, you live with the mountains, you live at the end of the Yangtze River, and you swear to ...... with the sea"

The last of the last, the last of the last, Wu Hun also hummed.

The last, the last, the last, the last, the pattern and its soul Huang warriors also sang together.

It's a beautiful moonlit night, and it's a beautiful night moon.