A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head, holding a verdant bamboo flute in her hand, blowing freely on the still lake, as if no one was around.

Wearing a water-green gauze skirt, dancing in the wind, I saw her standing on tiptoe, standing on the surface of the small lake in the garden out of thin air, neither sinking nor floating, just standing quietly on the water like that, not inspiring a trace of waves, and her toes were not even contaminated with a trace of water vapor.

The girl's whole person seems to be completely immersed in the world she has created, the green white jade fingers flick up and down lightly, and the long eyelashes form an extremely elegant curve on the delicate and pretty face like jade, under the moonlight, I saw her ice muscles and snow skin, so beautiful that it is suffocating, but between the eyebrows and eyes from time to time there is a murderous aura that is difficult to approach.

In those shining eyes, there seems to be an indescribable terrifying aura that flashes away, which makes people unable to grasp or touch, but they are extremely eager to explore the clues, and unconsciously are deeply attracted by it, resonate, and indulge in it together.

Beside the girl, there is a little bit of luminous light, the faint light that has gathered for a long time and does not disperse, seems to be attracted by her flute, like the stars holding the moon, around the girl constantly flying and circling - and she, at this moment, is the brightest moon, stunned, it is impossible to tell whether it is the fluorescent light that reflects the girl, or the girl makes the brilliance, more dazzling and bright.

Feng Yu was afraid of disturbing the girl's Yaxing, and was also worried about disturbing the quiet atmosphere, so she couldn't help but stand in place very lightly, silently listening to the weeping and complaining Wushang Sanskrit sound, and at the same time wandering in the different caves she created, as if she never wanted to wake up.

Suddenly, the original long-standing crisp flute sound suddenly became melancholy, as if a song had sung the whispers of infatuation, bitterness, and detachment in the world. Like a lonely boat that has nothing to rely on in the sea, swaying with the wind, it carries the endless emotions contained in the sound. It makes people feel that it is too complicated, too intense, and changes too quickly, and that feeling is too thick, too deep, like a sea of sincere emotions, as if it always shocks her heart!

Feng Yu's heart struggled to withdraw from it, but she was shocked to find that the beating of her heart had already resonated with the sound of the flute, and it suddenly went straight to the clouds with the melody, and then sank to the bottom in an instant, and even she began to wonder if the melody like an inner cry came from her own heart!

Suddenly, just when Fengyu wanted to fully devote himself to it, the flute stopped abruptly!

"What? Haven't you been dazzled by the sound of my flute? The flute stopped, and the girl stared at the woman with a slight squint, as if to disturb her mood, but she showed no anger.

"Uh... What the? Feng Yu hesitated.

"My flute... Does it sound good?"

"Ang, that's good."

"Oh? Where is it good? ”

"Well, I can't say it, it's like sinking into the depths of my soul."

"I can't tell! Hehe, I can't say what a good one. ”

"It's really good, why doesn't the fairy continue to blow it out?"

"Fairy, hehe, I'm not a fairy! And if I finish the song, I'm afraid that the flowers and plants that make you stop will suffer. ”

"Why?"

Fengyu asked in surprise, and couldn't help but take a few steps forward, wanting to get closer to the girl, but the sound of "click" under her feet couldn't help but attract Fengyu's attention, and a scene that made her shocked was presented in front of her, only to see that with the small lake as the center, the flowers and plants around were all withered, and there was no life, and then looked back behind him, it was also divergent, and occasionally the flowers and plants withered and half-withered.

"What's going on? Could that little flower on the side of the road just now also be caused by the sound of your flute? Feng Yu's heart was tumbling, who was this girl in front of her? Why didn't he even feel the fluctuation of her spiritual power at all, he didn't even know whether it was fairy spiritual power or other spiritual power contained in her body.

"yes." The girl said lightly, a complicated look appeared in her eyes.

"Why? They're so cute, why destroy them? Feng Yu was a little indignant in his heart, and the good mood just now had long been replaced by displeasure.

"Why? I do not kill the Bo, but they die because of me. I had no intention of hurting them, but they were ruined by me. It's a calamity, and it's a blessing for them. The girl said.

"Blessings? Their beauty is gone, even their life is gone, how can they be blessed? Feng Yu became even more annoyed by the girl's fallacy.

"You are not them, how can you understand their desire to die? Maybe I sent them and they are thanking me so much! The girl said as if she was comforting Fengyu, but as if she was comforting herself.

"You are not them, how can you know that they are willing to die innocently like this, there is nothing, and how can they be grateful to the person who started it all?" Feng Yu almost felt that the girl opposite was cold and unreasonable.

"Everything is gone, how clean! How can you understand liberation, maybe one day you will understand, who knows! Isn't it? The girl with a beautiful face, but it is very incomprehensible, and she says words that seem to have been through vicissitudes.

"Who are you? For the sake of your flute, it will ruin the vitality of those flowers and plants, but perhaps, this is not your intention. Feng Yu pondered for a moment, but she didn't see the sinister and vicious color in the girl's eyes, on the contrary, the clear gaze was not mixed with a trace of impurities, Feng Yu believed that she had no intention of killing them, she believed in her own feelings.

"We may see each other again, when it's time to know who I am. You're not me, how do you know I'm unintentional, maybe I just want to destroy them! I envy their beauty and hate their carefreeness, can't I? And you, if you are jealous of me, maybe, I will kill you too! The girl looked at Fengyu, her big crystal eyes flickering.

"You..." When Feng Yu wanted to say something more, the girl disappeared from her sight out of thin air, as if she had never appeared.

Could it be... Another dream?

Feng Yu stood quietly in place for a long time, the withered yellow all over the ground was still there, the lake was calm and waveless, but the girl was never seen again.

The night is dark, and I am speechless.

"Most of those decent people are in this Joy Inn, what are we going to do? Kill them? A pair of bright eyes, full of doting look at the girl.

"Aunt Lan, why do you say he loves her?" This girl is the girl who met Fengyu just now.

"Who?" The woman who was called Aunt Lan frowned slightly, and her cold face instantly became even colder.

"Him! Who else in my heart but him? The girl said quietly, but her eyes looked a little lonely.

"Don't think about it, it's not yours if it's not yours, if you can't force it, your daughter's family, once you fall in love, it's like falling into the abyss, and you can't extricate yourself anymore." Aunt Lan was full of distress, but she didn't know what to do helplessly.

"She is really beautiful, I can't help but like her unconsciously, I used to be really jealous of her, but when I finally had the courage to end it all with her death today, when I saw her for the first time, I changed my mind, I can't kill her. If she dies at my hands, then he will never forgive me, and she will always remain in his heart. The girl's eyes were empty, as if talking to herself.

"Maybe if you kill her, you will regret it one day, don't you realize that she seems to have the same aura in her body? It's just that the power is so small that it's not easy to detect. Aunt Lan said.

"Well, this is also my strange place, on the surface, she seems to be a cultivator, but in her bones, she vaguely has the same ghost power as us, so ironic, so funny! Isn't it? The girl smiled, but looked reluctant.

"What about those decent people?" Aunt Lan asked.

"What kind of cultivation are those people?" The girl immediately turned solemn and asked.

"Of the people in the Immortal Spirit Valley that girl came with, only one of them is a primordial infant stage cultivator, and the others are all in the Jindan stage, so there is nothing to be afraid of; And the Holy Cultivation Gate is all in the realm of the Golden Pill Period, and it is not enough to be a big threat. And the other small righteous sects that do not enter the stream are even more insignificant. Aunt Lan said.

"Let them go! This time I just want to meet her, the woman he loves, today's purpose has been achieved, go back! The girl said.

The two ghostly figures glanced at the confused woman below them again, and disappeared into darkness in the blink of an eye. Under the cover of the night, it seems to merge with it.

If you can only take one of these situations,

Present in your life.

I don't want to be the silver miserable white moon in your mouth,

Quietly and desolately waiting for your next reincarnation.

Even if you are the countless shining stars around you,

I will also be obligated without hesitation,

Choose to do that life is fleeting,

But at a glance,

That dazzling meteor,

When I was at my most beautiful,

In the form of shadows,

It has come to your life.

Love you

It's all to pieces.

Lose you,

And try to be strong.

Later I found out,

Originally

That's hard, it's hard,

Matters of Love,

It's just an idiot's dream.

Makes people crazy,

But so fragile.

I've seen through the past,

is also sticking to every step now,

But it is difficult to guess the unknown Ming Dynasty.

thereupon

I choose forbearance,

Silently and humblely.

It's just that you once had me in your heart.

O lover!

Look at the streamer that streaks across the night sky,

Not the splendor I exude to attract you,

That's because we've missed each other,

And the last teardrop left in your heart.

Inadvertently,

Remember, gently,

There is such a person,

I have also given you beauty.

That's me,

A meteor whose name was once forgotten by his lover.