"Senior sister, may I ask you a question, why did the master let me catch butterflies?"

Shui Yan relieved himself from the embarrassment and explained simply, "This is our introductory habit here, but we usually catch butterflies in the wind bamboo forest, and you are really the only one like you, junior brother." The master said that butterflies flutter and flutter, flying casually, and seem to be able to see through your intentions, so it's a pity to avoid you with a gentle movement, the more anxious and stupid people are, the more anxious they are, the easier it is to be seen through, and the more they can't catch it, so catching butterflies is a kind of cultivation, and we Fenggu pays attention to cultivating the mind first and then cultivating, so don't be strange, and don't be in a hurry for quick success. ”

"I see, thank you for your advice." Xiao Bing also looked like he suddenly understood at the moment.

Xiao Bing is not good at talking, and then he didn't say anything to Shui Yan, but he seemed to be very popular with children, and unconsciously played with Shanshan yelling for a while.

Later, Xiao Bing and Shanshan rested when they were tired of playing, and the child's energy was something that ghosts couldn't say well, and soon it became Xiao Bing and Shui Yan watching Shanshan play together.

That look has a faint warmth, which makes Shui Yan vaguely in a trance.

When she left, Shanshan was already asleep in Shui Yan's arms, and the child's energy was really indescribable, and the ice butterfly landed on her forehead and flapped its wings gently.

Xiao Bing said to Shui Yan, "Senior sister, don't be submissive in the future, I know that you are for the sake of the child, but this is Shanshan's home, you will make her unhappy like this, you can't trust the people of other peaks, you should always trust the people in your own valley." ”

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At night, the peach blossoms of the Panlong peach tree with the Xuanhua bell in the crown release light, you can see it from afar, it is very beautiful, its peach blossoms are snow-white, falling leisurely like snow, Xiao Bing stands under the tree, feeling the beauty.

He regretted a little that in this valley, apart from himself, perhaps only Ning He could see this glowing dragon peach tree.

Today he had already noticed, and in the eyes of others, it was just an ordinary peach tree.

He put his hand on the peach tree again to feel the difference.

I closed my eyes and felt it, but I heard the sound of the flute flying for no reason, and then opened my eyes, but found that it was during the day, and I was standing in the middle of the peach forest, but the peach forest in front of me was not very stout, and it seemed that it was only ten years old, and even some peach trees around were still very young.

The sound of the flute was still there, and following the sound, Xiao Bing walked in the peach forest for a long time, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

In the distance, Ning He, dressed in white, was playing the flute under a tree with wind chimes, and the peach tree was obviously taller than the others.

At this moment, Ning He's face is no longer the abscesses he once had, his long hair is fluttering, his cheeks are angular, and his skin is fair, it is definitely not wrong to say that he is handsome and chic, at this time he is carrying a long sword with a feather engraved on the hilt, and a package is hanging on his left shoulder, bulging. He seemed to be on a long journey, and looking at the things he was carrying, he knew that he might be going for a long time.

No matter how good the song is, there will be an end, with the end of the confrontation between loneliness and agitation in the flute, and the song ends in a lonely place.

Ning He shook the package on his shoulder, and said leisurely to Xuan Hualing, "I'm going to chase them, I know I may not be able to convince them, so I may choose to fight and die with them, after all, that hatred also has my share, I'm leaving, see me off."

Xiao Bing watched quietly, and found that the young Ning He didn't see himself, the wind chimes at that time thought desperately, but Ning He just felt that this was a coincidence, but the wind was strong, "The wind is really strong today, but I think you saw me off"

Saying that, Ning He turned to face Xiao Bing, Xiao Bing was stunned for a moment, he wanted to say hello, but found that Ning He didn't have himself in his eyes at all.

Xiao Bing hesitated for a moment, and found that Ning He's face, which was still smiling to himself, was gradually replaced by sadness, and then his eyes became resolute.

Xiao Bing asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The other party did not speak.

"Why don't you speak?"

Xiao Bing originally wanted to say a few more words, but he found that Ning He couldn't see himself at all.

Ning He walked towards his side.

Xiao Bing stretched out his hand to try to stop the other party. Ning He, who was leaving, passed through Xiao Bing's body, and all that hand touched was a bubble......

Xiao Bing seemed to understand something, he walked to the bell and said softly, "It's all your memory, right?"

Ding Ding ......

Bite......

"The young master who spoke to me that morning was you. ”

"You can talk, why not tell him you're thinking about him. ”

"He cares about you too. ”

Ding Ding ......

Bite......

The time has been quiet, and the wind chimes have been ringing with the wind.

After a long time, Xiao Bing didn't get any answer from Xuan Hualing.

The wind chime is still the same wind chime, very ordinary, very ordinary.

Xiao Bing smiled bitterly, he felt that he was a little ridiculous, a little too sensational, and he would naively think that a wind chime would also miss someone deeply.

What's more, this person is obviously not far away, and he has just been here in the morning.

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......

It's late at night, and the whole world is quiet.

Ning He has been reading in his study, he vaguely heard the sound of the wind chime, when he was young, because of loneliness, the wind chime has always been the object of his heart, every time he hears its sound, he feels less lonely.

At this moment, the sound of the wind chimes is full of nostalgia from the beginning.

Ning He looked at the direction where the bell was and said lightly, "You have obtained a trace of real dragon qi because of the blessing of misfortune, which is more precious than the warmth of the Panlong peach tree over the years, you are no longer a small bell in a corner of the Xuanhua Pavilion, why are you so afraid of me, I said back then that you belong to my peach orchard, you are the tree emperor bell here, no one can take you away."

Ding Ding ......

Bite......

Ning He remembered that when he left his hometown, in the ruined city, when disaster struck, so everyone died, he hid in a cellar for three days before he dared to come out, at that time there were all ruins in front of him, and the whole world was quiet.

He was alone looking for others who were still alive, and for a day or two, he endured hunger, persevered, but found nothing, and the silence of the ruined city was terrible.

At last he heard the only sound in the dead world under a dilapidated pavilion, and the depression in his heart was instantly released, and he wept bitterly and took off the bell.

He never thought that this bell was any different, it was just the spiritual sustenance of the year.

Who would have thought that in the silent world two hundred years ago, the silent world that was known as the immortal of Zixiao Mountain could not be conquered, a young man appeared in front of him, and that person broke the rules of the silent world, and his language expression was very indifferent, looking at him like an ant.

"I want this bell"

Rather He didn't give it.

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