After the battle between the immortals and demons, both sides were defeated, and in the end, the fairy world prevailed, and everything was hidden in peace.

After another hundred years, the Lingxiao Palace was cold, and there was a plum blossom tree growing in the center of the palace, and the plum blossoms exuded bursts of fragrance and grew wantonly.

The door of the house was pushed open, and Yao Qing, dressed in a white robe, walked step by step, removed the barrier, and gently stroked the plum tree.

"Mercy, are you okay today? I brought your favorite pastry from the past, and the taste is a little different from before, and I don't know if you like it or not. ”

No one responded.

The palace gate of Lingxiao Palace was suddenly pushed open, and Yao Qing's eyes instantly returned to a piece of ice, "Who?" ”

Bai Ling pushed the door in, and responded generously: "Immortal Venerable, it's me." ”

Yao Qing remembered that she was Xing Lian's best friend, and there was more warmth in her eyes: "What's the matter?" ”

Bai Ling looked at the plum blossom tree in amazement, tears flashing in his eyes: "Today is Xinglian's...... I'll take a look at her. ”

The two looked at the plum tree silently, and Bai Ling's voice was slightly choked: "I'm afraid Xianzun doesn't know, Xinglian has had a crush on you for many years." ”

"In the past, Fairy Ayanami knew that she was obsessed with you and was looking for trouble for her everywhere. Tell her that she doesn't deserve you and hurt her from time to time. ”

At first, she loved to laugh the most, and her laughter was like a silver bell. Gradually, she lost her smile on her face, and she always frowned, even if she smiled, it was faint to the extreme. ”

"I always persuade her to accept the thoughts she shouldn't have, but her humble day by day buries you in the bottom of her heart, day and night with sadness and hopelessness."

"But Xianzun, you still have such a good ...... for her"

Yaoqing's heart was extremely sour, and he looked at the plum tree with empty eyes.

Memories go back thousands of years ago, when he first came to the fairy world and poured out his thoughts under the plum tree every night. One day, he suddenly said childishly, "It would be nice if there were a tree full of plum blossoms tomorrow." ”

At that time, she only had bare branches, but the next day, her wish came true and she gave birth to plum blossoms full of trees. The petals fell, and he raised his hand to catch one and showed a good-looking smile.

One day later, when he was cultivating, he was injured, and when he returned to Lingxiao Palace, he slowly fell down against the plum tree because of his lack of physical strength.

When he woke up again, the wound had healed, and he was very curious, so he asked the immortals in confusion.

Shangxian touched the beard of the white flower, unfathomable: "Everything has a cause and effect, and there is an effect, there must be a cause, and cause and effect are reincarnated." ”

He didn't understand, and he didn't know that she had spent a hundred years cultivating just to save him.

As time passed, he needed to become stronger and more determined. He no longer talks to the plum tree at night, and there is no smile on his face, he grows in silence.

That day, when he returned to Lingxiao Palace, she looked around curiously in her skirt, and her eyes were radiant the moment she saw him.

Her laughter fell into his heart: "Yaoqing Immortal Venerable, I am the plum blossom essence, and I have turned into a human form." ”

He named her Xing Lian, hoping that she would be pitied.

Eventually, she took root in his heart and grew into a towering tree. The person who originally hoped that she would be pitied became the culprit who killed her.

In a trance, he seemed to see the plum blossom essence again, the corners of his mouth raised a small arc, and his eyes were subtle, walking towards him step by step.

The plum blossoms fell, and he was full of joy.

If there is an afterlife, why not give up this thousand years to cultivate into a body of immortal bones? He just wanted to protect the plum in his arms.

"The wind dries the thoughts, and the rain wets the nostalgia.

In my dreams, do you want to see you?

The sound of the piano sounded, and it disappeared into memory.

Where are you at this time?

Suddenly, after many years, I was in love.

The sound of the piano under the moon is shallow, and the sound of the sycamore flute is far away.

Parting with Qing ......"