Si Chen looked at the vast world, as if all the things that had been sleeping in his dreams had woken up, the air was faintly sweet, the valley was full of life, the white clouds were dancing lightly around the mountains, the leaves were swaying in the wind, and the birds were singing happily.

Everything is so fresh and natural, it seems that Si Chen is not in winter at this moment.

Si Chen blinked, and all the dream-like feelings drifted away.

He looked back at the bottom of the mountain, and the scenery of the mountain top, which was slightly confused and reflected in the starry eyes, was all gone.

Obviously, the mountain is so high, and Si Chen was in the fog In fact, he didn't take a few steps, and suddenly walked to the top of the mountain!

Si Chen felt that in this mountain forest, there must be some kind of formation in it that he couldn't spy on!

Si Chen looked at the verdant mountains and majestic mountains and forests, and exhaled deeply......

Beaver, Situ Shisi, Feng Yang, and Qin Xuan have not yet come out of the thick fog.

As for Situ Shisi, who suddenly danced in the snow, Si Chen had an ominous premonition in his heart Worry climbed up his eyebrows, and he was deeply trapped in the folds between his eyebrows.

Si Chen sighed again, he didn't care about the dirt on the land, he sat down cross-legged directly, looking at the flowing clouds and looking at the glow......

He had nothing more to do than wait for his fellow travelers!

And at this moment, Situ Shisi, who is deep in the fog, has always been a graceful dancer. Like a proud white crane, it is light and his arms are stretched.

As Situ Shisi danced, there seemed to be a faint melody circulating in the quiet world.

Suddenly, Situ Shisi held his neck high, and his slender neck was high, like a white crane singing to the sky In fact, Situ Shisi's slightly open mouth did not make any singing......

Situ Shisi is more like she is trapped in some kind of illusion, and her elegant and coherent movements are not like a person who is trapped in a fantasy and confused......

Her light toes, smart dance steps, and gorgeous spins are all beautiful enjoyment.

Situ Shisi, who has a light posture, completely expresses the delicate and pretty, noble and cold beauty of the white crane.

The snow fell on her, and the mist swirled around her, chasing her movements, and the air swirled, and there was silence in addition to the mist.

Situ Shisi's hand waved upwards slightly, and then she suddenly stood still.

Her eyes were hollow, not as agile as before, Situ Shisi was like a delicate sculpture.

And Situ Sishi's appearance is more like the result of being deeply attracted by something angry.

Time flowed quietly, and the wind stirred the snowflakes on the needle-like pine leaves, making a rustling sound.

It was the sound of snowflakes being blown off......

And that little sound seemed to alarm Situ Sishi, who was still standing.

Situ Sishi came back to her senses, she rubbed her sour arm, and looked at the dense fog around her in amazement, and a strange feeling came to her heart.

Situ Sishi tentatively shouted Si Chen's name, but did not get any response.

She spun around in place a few times, but she didn't find any useful information, Situ Sishi's brows furrowed deeply, her heart beat violently, this magical area seemed to have restrained her divine soul, so that she couldn't release her divine sense to investigate the surrounding situation.

Situ Sishi slowly squatted down, and the feeling of hesitation had been spreading in her heart......

She crouched in despair, the fog enveloping her......

At this moment, Situ Sishi, the disappointment that she has never had came to her heart, this lady of the sky, has been sought after by countless people, but at this moment, she has fallen into deep self-doubt!

Along the way, there have been flowers, applause, and a lot of questioning voices accompanying her, and for the various voices of the past, now, it seems to be clamoring in Situ Sishi's ears.

Words are remembered thousands of times, like the light of the dark moon, dreaming for years, and those who have passed away will never come back, even if the past is reproduced thousands of times in the mind!

Situ Sishi is not afraid of hardships and obstacles, but he is afraid that his heart is like a wasteland, and after he is silent, he is only afraid that the world will be difficult to complete......

There was no hoarseness, only silence......

Situ Sishi stayed quietly, quietly, tightly, clenching his fists.

Her heart calmed down, like a rough sea, suddenly calm and calm, as if it would not flow, her breathing was gentle, like a slow flowing river, full of life power......

When Situ Sishi opened her eyes, Si Chen's bright smile crashed into her eyes.

Situ Sishi was surprised to find that the fog that had surrounded her before had disappeared.

Looking at Si Chen's smile, Situ Sishi smiled knowingly, her wavy eyes were like a pool of lake water, which made people feel more gentle......

"You've passed the test, ...... Situ"

Si Chen looked at Situ Sishi happily, Situ Sishi stood up and looked into the distance, the feeling of relaxation came to her heart, she smiled and said: "Taihang Mountain Range, it really deserves its reputation, it is really better to see than to hear!"

Situ Sishi looked back at the bottom of the mountain, frowned thoughtfully, and then said, "I don't know what the situation of the others is?"

Si Chen was still sitting cross-legged in place, he calmly looked at the foggy mountain, and then looked at the sunny sky, and said with a smile: "They will all come out......"

Situ Sishi flicked her sleeves, and like Si Chen, she sat down cross-legged, sat opposite Si Chen, and looked at Si Chen gently, the smile on her face was so bright that Si Chen was a little afraid to look at it......

Si Chen lowered his gaze, looked at the tip of the tender grass that broke through the ground in front of him, and suddenly laughed stupidly......

Si Chen and Situ Sishi have already walked out of the fog of confusion, they have passed the test laid by the South Pavilion here, no accident, they can easily walk to the vestibule of the South Pavilion and see the legendary Xiaozhong Pavilion!

Si Chen knew that the fog under the mountain could make people see their own hearts and confusion clearly, and if they overcame these, they would be able to get out of the dense fog.

And to see your heart clearly, such a thing is easy to say, but it is not an easy task, perhaps, beaver, Qin Xuan and Feng Yang, it will take some time......

And at this moment, Feng Yang, Feng Yang and Qin Xuan, who are still deep in the thick fog, their mood and confusion are different!

The beaver, standing in the thick fog, the pot of peach blossom wine, hanging low in his hand, his eyes closed, his brows deep and trivial, between his eyebrows is inexhaustible depression.

The depression around the beaver is even richer than the fog, and in the foggy environment, the surroundings of the beaver are clear!

The blue wings, stretched vigorously, and the feathers are extremely beautiful!

And at this moment, in the mind of the beaver, all that lingers is the figure of Yuxin, the angry Yuxin, the proud Yuxin, the willful Yuxin, and the gentle Yuxin......

The various forms of the imperial sword, the streamer generally kept flashing in his mind......

There are some scars that I don't want to touch, the more I don't think about it, the more I don't touch it, those scars that I think are not there, when they reappear in time, it is a heart-rending pain!

The beaver is conceited, and his past is accompanied by his conceit......

It can be said that all his conceit comes from inferiority, and all heroism comes from his weakness. Even if there are words on his lips, his heart is still full of doubts, maybe those deep feelings also come from the ruthlessness in his bones!

The beaver's sorrow, or his misfortune, all come from this!

There is nothing in this world that is born of nothing, and those who stand in the light have shadows under their feet.

At this moment, there was silence around him, but there was a hustle and bustle in his heart.

The story is long, and he can't tell the story of sadness......

Suddenly, the beaver waved his wings, and he rose into the gray sky, and the mist gathered towards him with his hanging, as if no matter how high the beaver soared, he could not escape the thick fog that accompanied him......

The beaver, who had stopped flapping his wings, let out a long sigh, and the fog that surrounded him seemed to force him to face the past he didn't want to face.

The beaver who has always lived in a good memory seems to have been forced into some kind of desperate situation......

A crystal tear ran down his right eye, dripping into the dust of nowhere, and he didn't know which grass or flower would moisten it!

The former beaver was a man chasing the wind in the mountains, and the reason for living like this melancholy now should be attributed to himself!

The woman who had accompanied him to see the sea of stars, no one knew when she would return, and after waiting for a long time, those painful scars did not heal for a long time, and sometimes there was a faint pain in his heart......

The beaver looked up to the sky and sighed, the circulating air seemed to be unable to bear the weight of his body, and he slowly descended until his toes touched the ground, startling a cloud of dust......

Hatred for eternity, eyes closed, sighing that the world is impermanent!

Indulge, or wake up!

How painful the heart is, how lonely the soul is. This scattered mist is not worth mentioning at all in the face of the melancholy of the beaver!

The beaver snorted coldly, only he knew that there was some lingering in his mind, not that he couldn't let go, but his self-punishment!

What he doesn't want to let go of is himself, and what he hates most in his heart is not Feiqi, it's himself, it's the cowardly self!

Reluctantly living, reluctantly drinking the wine in memory, waiting bitterly, maybe you can wait for her again!

And for this "maybe", the pain experienced by the beaver is not worth mentioning at all.

Looking at the fog and the gray sky, he slowly stretched out his right hand and grasped the ethereal fog hard, but he didn't hold anything!

It's like quicksand in your hands, the harder you try, the more you can't get it in the end!

The beaver smiled bitterly and let go of his hand, he already had the answer in his heart, and it was the answer that sounded in his heart that he felt a tingling in his heart......

The clouds gather and scatter, all are fate!