Zhao Yun looked at the White Lotus Sect Leader Bai Lian, who was fascinated.

I secretly thought in my heart: "This heavenly sound has indeed attracted the sect master, and there is such a wonderful natural sound between the original heaven and earth."

Extremely ordinary stalactites, no one would have imagined that they could play such a beautiful piano sound under the beating of flowing water.

Zhao Yun quietly looked at the sect leader Bai Lian, and said loudly: "The sect leader hasn't arrived yet, or let's go to see the true face of Lushan."

Zhao Yun's cry woke up Bai Lian, who was immersed in the wonderful sound of the piano.

Bai Lian turned around and saw Zhao Yun not far away looking at her.

Slowly got up and asked, "What did you say just now, Protector Zhao?"

"It's still early, we haven't walked to the stone cave yet, can the sect leader lead everyone to see the true face of Lushan Mountain in this stone cave", Zhao Yun asked cautiously.

Bai Lian replied: "Yes, this sect leader will take you to see the true face of Lushan in this stone cave in front of you, and see what other wonderful places there are besides this stalactite stone qin."

The ghosts, who had long been fascinated by the beauty of the wonderful sound of the piano, heard the words of the sect leader Bai Lian and happily cheered loudly, "Long live the sect leader, long live the sect leader".

Bai Lian said "go" and walked forward slowly.

Zhao Yun and the group of ghosts followed closely behind, along the rugged and bumpy mountain road, and then walked down.

This sisterly acquaintance continues to be a thousand years of love, this life and death depend on each other for a lifetime, sisterhood, the true love that will remain unchanged through the ages.

Let's say that Xiaolian was looking for the figure of Jingyue (Green Bird) everywhere in the ice and snow, and the snowflakes in the sky were flying down on his body, his hands were frozen, and his face was frozen and swollen.

But Xiaolian was still unwilling, and there was only one sister like Jingyue left in the world, but she disappeared in a blink of an eye.

That kind of inner pain made her unable to bear it, and he shouted as he walked: "Jingyue, Jingyue ......."

But no matter how much she shouted, there was no sound except for the snowflakes flying in the sky.

Xiaolian dragged her heavy steps, step by step in the direction of the Forgetful Forest, and a firm belief in her heart always supported her!

No matter what, I have to find my sister Jingyue.

She looked up, looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky, and shouted.

"God, why are you doing this to me, the sister I just met disappeared in a blink of an eye, and I don't know if she is alive or dead, and now there is no news, how can you make the little woman embarrassed, isn't it enough for me to be disfigured? What the hell do you have to ask me to let me go."

God, what the hell are you going to ask me to call me for? Can you let me go?

Xiaolian's miserable cry, accompanied by the snowflakes flying in the sky and drifting back and forth on the canopy, slowly drowned in the snow.

She tried her best to recall the past, but she couldn't remember anything, she only had Jingyue in her mind, and she didn't even know who she was.

Tears of grievance and resentment slowly flowed down his cheeks, and he shouted loudly.

Who am I? Who am I?

Who am I, God?

Snowflakes are still flying all over the sky, and the entire Forgetful Forest is covered with a layer of silver, and the branches of the Love Tree are covered with heavy snow.

Large snowflakes scattered on his face, his eyebrows turned white, and the whole person seemed to be wearing a white coat.

In the whole world and heaven, she seemed to be the only one left except for the white snow.

Xiaolian quietly looked at the footprints behind her, and was slowly covered by heavy snow.

Turning right and walking forward, he said to himself as he walked, I must find Jingyue, I must find her.

She was the only memory I could have, the only memory.

She walked forward slowly, and at this moment he felt a heat all over his body, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Limp and without a trace of strength, she stoiced and walked on.

Step by step, I continued to move forward, and on the rugged and steep mountain road, I accidentally fell, and after lying on the ground to rest for a while.

He slowly stood up with all his strength, and then walked forward.

The only hope in her heart is Jingyue.

The downhill road on a snowy day was even more difficult to walk, and she didn't know how many times she fell, and how many times she endured the pain, her two legs were full of countless scars, and the blood penetrated her pants, falling drop by drop on the snow, and the snow was instantly red.

Just stick to it, step by step, and simply climb on the snow if you can't walk.

It was getting late, and the night was low.

Xiaolian finally crawled to the unfathomable edge of the unfathomable stream of forgetfulness.

Looking at the single-plank bridge from afar, sitting on the snow and quietly looking at the cave opposite, looking forward to Jingyue jumping over from the single-plank bridge.

After watching it for a long time, the forgetful stream is still the forgetful stream, and the single-plank bridge is still a single-plank bridge, the difference is that it is covered with a thick layer of snow.

No matter how you look at it, you can't find any trace of Jingyue, and I feel extremely disappointed and frustrated in my heart.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that her whole body was hot, and she no longer had the slightest strength, so she lay down on the snow softly, and slowly closed her eyes.

Her breathing slowly became weak, and she struggled desperately, her body was like a heavy mountain, and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't move.

Everything in front of him slowly became blurry, and at this moment he suddenly felt that his second life was about to end.

The only regret is that he didn't find Jingyue, he waved his hands vigorously, trying to call out Jingyue's name, but there was no way to hear his own voice.

The second death devoured her life little by little.

She had no way to resist, so she could only bear all this silently, her eyes full of tears.

With the last strength of her body, she slowly closed her eyes, feeling that the only soul in her body was about to leave her.

It was a prelude to the disillusionment of my soul, and it seemed that my second life was over.

She chose not to struggle anymore.

Her heart was screaming with anger.

Come on, god of death, come on.

I'm not afraid,

I, Xiaolian, am not afraid.

Heaven has no virtue,

What is the joy of life,

What a tragedy to die.

At this moment, the water in the cave suddenly became larger, and it slapped towards the stalactite qin one after another.

The stalactite piano instantly exudes a very elegant and beautiful natural sound, this sound is as pure and flawless as the snow lotus on the thousand-year-old snow-capped mountain, this sound is like a splash of water on the snow, a beautiful melody, and a beautiful timbre is like a piece of white clouds floating in the sky leisurely.

Xiaolian fell asleep groggyly.

The body was covered with a thick layer of snow.

The beautiful sound of the piano passed through her ears, into his brain, through her nostrils, and into her heart, just like the seedlings in the field that had been moistened by the rain, and Xiaolian suddenly felt that the temperature of her whole body was slowly dropping.

The sound of the piano is still playing, and the high temperature of Xiaolian is decreasing day by day with the sound of the piano.

Consciousness slowly returned.

After a few moments, I felt extremely relaxed.

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