The clouds are deep and I don't know where.

Maybe it's because he's too tired, or maybe it's because those three drops of essence blood may hurt the roots, in short, when that darkness hits this night, Qinghua is groggy, and his consciousness is fluttering in this heaviness, as if he has crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, and arrived somewhere unknown.

When I opened my eyes in a trance, what I saw was no longer the familiar mille-feuille, but a completely unknown place.

The clouds and mist in front of me are shrouded, and there seems to be a white mist in the vast expanse, which obscures the vision of the distant view, and it is faintly visible that there should be a mountain in the distance, and the mountain is shining with colorful light, and it should be that there are flowers and plants all over the mountain.

The sight gradually narrowed in, and a bluestone path spread along the mountain, and begonia trees appeared on both sides of the path from time to time, extending to the place where Qinghua was.

Closer, looking at the eyes, Qinghua found himself lying in a gazebo at the moment, got up and stood still, and then carefully looked around, as if in a fairyland, the gazebo is comfortable, the begonia flowers are blooming, the bluestone path, the mountains are picturesque, and I can't help but feel that it is really a good scene.

There was a slight wind rippling, lightly curling the hair ends between the temples, and bringing a petal to gently sweep over Qinghua's side. The petals are crystal clear, as if they are thin pieces of jade carved from fine jade, glowing with a faint cyan brilliance, and a wisp of faint fragrance refreshes people's hearts, coming from the wind, and slowly seeping out from that petal.

Qinghua stretched out his right hand, ready to catch the petal, but he never thought that at the moment when the petal was about to fall into the palm of his hand, the petal suddenly turned into a ray of cyan light, dragging a short tail of cyan light, and disappeared straight into the distance.

Qinghua couldn't help but be curious, and turned around and walked towards a begonia tree on the edge of the pavilion. Approaching but more curious, although this begonia tree has petals falling from the tree from time to time, but there is not even a petal under the begonia tree, those falling petals, are in the moment of landing, turned into a touch of blue light, dragging a beautiful cyan tail, towards the looming mountain peak in the distance.

"It's actually Liutang!"

Qinghua muttered, and finally understood that what appeared in front of him was not the begonia flower that he originally thought, but only the legendary strange flower - Liutang.

There are strange flowers in the world, similar to begonias, blooming in the morning light, collecting flowers and being blue, attracting souls and breaking the mystery, is for the begonia.

Qinghua looked towards the distant mountains, the end of the bluestone path, the peaks that glowed with colorful light in the clouds and mist, appeared and disappeared at the end of the sight, like an illusory dream, but full of alluring mystery, people couldn't help but want to take a look.

At this moment, the sound of the piano came from afar, and the sound of the piano was as bright as a mountain spring, and it seemed that there were thousands of thoughts hidden in it.

The sound of the piano is bursting, like crying and complaining, and people can't help but want to close their eyes and indulge in it.

Qinghua bit the tip of his tongue before he recovered from that intoxication, and after carefully distinguishing it, he found that the sound of the piano came from the mysterious mountain in the distance.

The direction guided by the begonia flower and the direction guided by the qin sound seemed to be guiding him to the mountain peak in the distance, and the curiosity in Qinghua's heart couldn't help but become a little stronger.

Raising his steps, Qinghua didn't stop any longer, and walked slowly along the bluestone-paved path in the direction where the sound of the piano came from in the distance.

Along the way, the begonia flowers that bloomed next to the trail exuded bursts of fragrance, and none of those crystal petals fell to the ground, all of them turned into blue light and flew into the distance.

Qinghua is not surprised by this, although the begonia flower is rooted in the soil, but the petals are holy and abnormal, not stained with a wisp of dust, naturally will not fall into the dust like other flowers, turn into spring mud.

Maybe it's because the fragrance of the begonia flowers along the way alleviates the fatigue of the body, although it is far away, Qinghua walked for two or three hours in a row, but he didn't feel a trace of fatigue, and he always felt that his spirit was quite full.

Finally stepping on the mountain peak that exuded colorful light, looking at the flowers and plants in front of him that could be said and unnamed, Qinghua felt even more that he was worth the trip.

And in the past two or three hours, the sound of the piano has never stopped. Maybe the owner of the playing is also intoxicated, otherwise if the people in the world want to play like this for two or three hours in a row without stopping, I'm afraid they will have a pair of hands wasted a long time ago, Qinghua thought. However, there are strange things everywhere here, and they can't be justified by common sense. Even the begonias that are difficult to find in the world can be seen everywhere here, and it is not impossible for the owner here to be said to be an immortal.

Passing by the mountains full of purple and red, continuing to follow the green light of the begonia flowers, smelling the direction of the piano sound in the ears, Qinghua continued to walk forward.

After about half an hour, Qinghua finally came to the end, and what he saw in front of him was not the top of the mountain, but more like a valley with no end in sight. The sides of the valley were planted with all kinds of delicate flowers and plants, which were obviously more precious than those that Qinghua had seen before.

The white mist shrouded in the valley was also thicker, but a huge lake could be vaguely seen in the valley, and the curling mist should have risen from this huge lake. And the blue light turned into by the begonia flowers that I saw along the way was all thrown into the lake and disappeared.

Through the white mist, Qinghua looked towards the lake, and in the center of the lake stood a small circular three-story building, and in the third floor of the small building, there seemed to be a woman in white sitting quietly playing the lyre in hand.

Although Qinghua couldn't see the specific situation there clearly due to the white mist, Qinghua was sure that the sound of the piano that had always accompanied his ears along the way came from there.

And I don't know why, although Qinghua didn't see the person playing the piano, she could still confirm that it should be a woman, and it should be a very beautiful woman.

The most important thing is that that woman, Qinghua should know.

I don't know why, Qinghua is able to think so.

Qinghua tried to shout twice to the people in the small building, but received no response. He understood that it should be that the people inside could not hear his voice at all.

Obviously, the huge lake in front of him should have been arranged in a formation to isolate the incoming sound from the outside and the entry of the people outside.

At this moment, the sound of the piano that had not stopped suddenly stopped, Qinghua raised his head and looked at the person who was playing the piano, but the person who was blocked by the fog just now was clearly in his eyes at this moment.

A thin gauze covered her face, but it was still difficult to hide the beauty of the woman, and the eyes that seemed to be like crystals made the purple and red and all the colors on it fall silent and dimmed.

The woman was dressed in a white light gauze plain dress, her eyebrows were like distant mountains and green feathers, and her muscles were like icebergs and snow, even if she sat there quietly, she could see that her waist was slender. The veil on his face is hidden, and his eyes are looking forward to the circulation, as if there are thousands of blue lights converging, and everything in the sky and earth seems to have been eclipsed.

And just when Qinghua was also dazed and intoxicated, a light voice came into Qinghua's ears, its sound was beautiful, its voice was ethereal, and it was better than the curling piano sound all the way before.

"You're here anyway......"