Time has passed, and it is already a cool night.

Moonshine is cold. The waning moon is like a tooth.

This is in Tang Village, which has been closed for a hundred years, seeing the moon and clouds is almost a once-in-a-century luck.

Sitting in the hundred-year-old tree house that the elves of Tang Village rebuilt for him, Hua Jitang looked silently.

It's been two days since I saw Rouge them. Hua Jitang's heart silently calculated.

There was fire in his bosom.

In the depths of the sea of gods, there seems to be something...... Roaring?!

It...... Wake up!

With a loud voice, it seemed that someone was teasing the wild things in Hua Jitang's blind memory......

The fury is surging! Hua Jitang tore and wrew, trying his best to suppress the heat that had quietly become more and more intense since he had studied the "Fence Fighting Sutra".

In the past two days, it may have been thanks to the "Fence Fighting Sutra" taught by Grandpa Sang, or it was due to the pure spiritual energy that the elves of Tang Village had spent a lot of effort to deliver to him for a long time.

Hua Jitang's cultivation has recovered at a rapid pace—in just these two days, he has already recovered to the point where he has a free control over the spirit sword 'Green Sac', like a finger. Although, in addition, he has not remembered the slightest trace of more advanced Taoist techniques, magic techniques, and his own life experience, however, if it is only to be able to steadily suppress the 'green sac', that is like the arrogance of a fierce beast in the wilderness, and control its tame flight. Hua Jitang cultivates, and it can already be called a thousand miles of entry!

Now, just like the monks in the human world outside, the sword is too empty, but Hua Jitang can also be called easy!

It's just that compared to the loneliness of these two days, these are nothing! Even, this joy that has been lost and regained, at this time, when the flower rouge has been avoided in recent days, seems insignificant!

The surging in those hearts, the scorching heat of the shadows, were frozen by the silence without the company of rouge in the past two days.

......

In the past two days, Rouge has been avoided, and Grandpa Sang, Tang Zuozong and other people who were originally close to him have also been silent and estranged. Once again, Hua Jitang deeply remembered the long-term loneliness from the depths of his deep black and white empty memory......

All this seems to return to his former memory of being powerlessly sunk in the eternal darkness, coldness, emptiness and loneliness. However, this time it was even more unfortunate that he was awake!

Hua Jitang was deeply annoyed and hated by this. And try to make something. Break out of this terrible loneliness!

Thinking back to the past few months, he came to Tang Village, and Hua Jitang made up his mind for a moment.

After a few days of meditation and deep meditation. Hua Jitang's god's mansion, which was close to collapse and dissipate for some reason, was also miraculously restored to stability.

Although the space was so vast that it was almost boundless, it was still empty, only a few traces of free aura that had gathered after practicing the "Fence Fighting Sutra". But today's Hua Jitang and its previous cultivation strength are no longer the same!

At least, when Hua Jitang is driving away the spirit sword 'Green Sac', he will no longer be unable to suppress the majestic qi in the 'Green Bag' sword due to the lack of spiritual breath, and he will no longer be shocked and injured by this Divine Mansion. Although at the moment, it is only possible to drive the 'Green Sac' as an imperial weapon, and to do some less difficult and powerful flying in the sky, it cannot cast even one or two points of the Ancient Spirit Sword 'Green Sac' itself. But if it is only compared with the hundreds of elves in Tang Village in front of him, Hua Jitang's cultivation at this time already has the 'immortal style' that the elves of Tang Village envy!

In the past few days, except for Tang Zuozong, who sent himself some spiritual fruits on the century-old flowers and trees in Tang Village every day, and Xiao Ash occasionally came and brought some to himself with a reluctant face, and he didn't know that he had secretly drunk a few sips of Yangyuan flower wine. Hua Jitang never had the slightest chance to see the immortals in Tang Village.

At this time, hundreds of Tang Village elves seemed to have disappeared into the long sea of flowers within a radius of dozens of miles, and they were scattered among the bamboo houses and wooden houses.

A huge Tang Village, under the endless clouds of Tang Village, Hua Jitang seems to have really become a lonely one.

The waning moon is like a hook, and the cold stars are far away.

I don't know why, since the last time Hua Jitang's 'green sac' sword first appeared in this Tang Village, this is hidden on the Tang Village cloud map that has been above the head of Tang Village for more than 100 years, and you can see the clouds of the outside world from time to time.

Flower begonias fly in the night sky.

The old 'green sac' was like a green jade, and turned into a green residual light, without a trace of life and wind, and floated past the sea of flowers in Tang Village. But it didn't disturb even the fluttering Luoying, and the electric arc came to a small, flower-filled cottage with flowers and rouge.

Under the moonlight, the flower begonito settled. Raise your hand, knock on the door, stop talking, and the cycle repeats.

The moonlight shone dimly. In the past, the pink peach light outside the house was also turned frost white by the moonlight.

"Squeak"

A slight and short cry, as if blocked by something, made the deep night sky of Tang Village suddenly feel a little fuller.

I don't know why. At this time, hearing the sound in the flower rouge room, Hua Jitang's empty and scorched heart in the past few days suddenly gave birth to a sense of peace and relief that he had never had in his long and blank memories in the past.

Hua Jitang rejoiced in his heart. Suddenly gave birth to a tenderness, willing to stay here for a long time because of a person!

"Rouge. ”

Hua Jitang, who was full of joy in his heart, settled his mind, and wanted to open his mouth to the pear blossoms that cried that day with rain, as if he had swept away the joy and glory of his life, and the flower rouge that had withered away, to distinguish and explain something. However, when he opened his mouth, Hua Jitang found that his words, which had always been clear and calm, were so pale and powerless that he couldn't say a word.

All the things I had thought about before in my heart, when it came to the rice, they all turned into apologies and speechlessness.

"Rouge. I ......"

Hua Jitang stretched out his hand and stroked the exquisite cottage of Hua Rouge, which also cost him a lot of effort, and his heart was inexplicably slightly sour, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, but he still opened his mouth sneeringly:

"Rouge. I'm sorry. I ......"

In the cold moonlight, in the bleak night breeze, in the fall of the Man dance. The flower begonia and the flower rouge, but they were suddenly silent in this quiet night. Only by virtue of the flowing lan is surging, and the fragrance of flowers is spreading.

The flower begonito stands under the moon.

Flower rouge waits.

"I woke up a few months ago and I didn't know anything. At that time, when I looked up, I couldn't see the old people and things, and the scene was a little bit of acquaintance. At that time, my state of mind sank to the bottom! I only felt that my body and mind suddenly felt empty, and when I woke up, it seemed that my life was hopeless and boring!"

After a long silence, Hua Jitang slowly turned his back and sat down against the wall of the flower rouge wooden house.

"That dream is really dark and long!" The night breeze was cold and silent, still silent.

"It's as if I'm asleep in a daze, dreaming for hundreds, thousands of years, or even endless years!" Hua Jitang smiled sadly, as if he was once again caught in a reminiscence of his past: "Therefore, when I woke up, I had forgotten my name and where I came from. And what kind of past experience do you have, are you like you, Brother Zuo Zong, and Wuyi, you are a member of this Tang Village, and there are so many old people who love each other!"

Hua Jitang hung his head abruptly, and his voice was slightly astringent. Inside the room, there was a faint whisper of Ash's 'squeak' and someone's suppressed breathing.

"At that time, I saw that you loved each other, and I was really envious and jealous in my heart! I also thought that when I could remember my past, and remember where my family lived, I would go quietly! I...... There must have been an amiable and lovely hometown like you. ”

Maybe the night wind was too cold, or maybe the fragrance of flowers was too much, Hua Jitang only felt that his heart suddenly tightened slightly, and in his eyes, he couldn't help but wind down the two strings of crystals, and continued to bow his head and said: "But it's been a long time." But I found more and more that I myself was already nostalgic for the people and things here, the flowers and grasses, you, Xiao Ash, Grandpa Sang, Brother Zuo Zong, and even Wuyi, who had treated me indifferently since I entered Tang Village, but spared no effort to refine the elixir for me! You and the incarnate and untransformed brothers and sisters in Tang Village have all taught me to have affection in my heart. At this time, I realized that I was already so attached to you!"

The door to the cabin was still closed. But there was a whistling sound like the night wind.

Colorful Fall!

From the crimson of flowers and rouge came the sound of whimpering, earnest, mournful, earnest. It is like the sorrow of the retrospective wind in the eight hundred miles of smoke and haze in the clear night sky.

At this time, under the frost-like moonlight, the thousands of flowers and trees outside the Flower Rouge Wooden House also seemed to be contaminated with this kind of sorrow, and they fell one after another, falling endlessly colorful.

Heaven and earth are choking, and a hundred flowers are mourning! They all fell one after another with the suppressed crying of the flowers and rouge in the house at this time.

Thinking of the warmth of the past, thinking of the benefits of the flower rouge to himself and gentleness, Hua Jitang's heart was full of emotion, and love was born.

It's just that I don't know why this poor and lovely girl wants to be alone in herself, so that now she has suffered such a big worry and grievance! Thinking of this, Hua Jitang felt a pang in his heart, and his apologies and love were even more prevalent.

"Squeak".

I don't know how long I sat alone in the cold moon and remnant light, only to wait for the dawn in the east to gradually whiten, wisps of white morning mist, like silk and white brocade, the tens of thousands of flowers and trees in Tang Village were wrapped again like the gentle embrace of the mother, and the flowers were shocked to realize that it was already night.

When he turned around, it was a crack in the door of the flower rouge hut that Xiao Ash had secretly opened, secretly pulled a trace of the corner of his clothes, and handed over a bottle of flower wine.

"Thank you, little gray!" Hanayotang smiled softly, and glanced back at the colorful scene through the golden white light that gradually brightened in the morning mist.

——In the vast and scattered forest and sea of flowers, the small lonely wooden house of Flower Rouge stands. Like a lonely peach blossom that blooms in the cold night.

Hua Jitang suddenly got up rustled and left. He didn't need to look back, he also knew that at this time, in the small room behind him, behind the dense window that had never blocked all the sunlight, there must be a figure at this time, looking at him tenderly as before.

- She, like him, stayed up all night.

- She was waiting. Waiting for a response and promise from the man she loved, who had stripped all her soul.

In today's world, in this small Tang Village, which has been closed for hundreds of years. With the company of a gentle and loving person, you already have the whole world.

This little wish, Hua Jitang understands.

So at this time, Hua Jitang stood up gently, looked back gently, and then walked away gently.

At this time, the morning light is in full bloom. The silky, misty morning light pierced the clouds that had covered the head of Tang Village for hundreds of years. In the deathly silence, infinite light is sprinkled vigorously!

Above Tang Village, in the cloud map of the Hidden Village Great Array, there was no time to know, and a corner was quietly missing.

Hua Jitang looked back again, glanced at where Hua Rouge was, and suddenly smiled, stood up, and the sword was gone.

The swept Changhong was like a spark that was enough to pierce all the gorgeous sparks in this heaven and earth, and it swept out of the cloud map array that the Tang Village clan had placed on life and death for hundreds of years!

"Grandpa Sang!" With the grief and exclamation of many young flower and tree elves in the ancestral hall of Tang Village, Hua Jitang disappeared into the clear sky outside the Tang Village Protector Array as if passing through no man's land.

Grandpa Sang turned his head, looked at the many young elves in the ancestral hall calmly, his eyes were full of disbelief and disappointment, and he said slowly: "Let him go!"

"But ......!" the young elves looked anxious, frightened, and anxious. But no one spoke.

"Let him go!"

Grandpa Sang, whose mood also sank to the bottom, said in a low voice. In the faint morning light and Liu Lan, the faint and sad voice of Hua Rouge had already come like a flowing wind.

The elves looked at each other speechlessly, and they all sighed in their hearts, not knowing how to speak.

Hua Jitang is gone, maybe ...... That is, indefinitely.