Between heaven and earth, a faint white light lingered at the end, this was the last breath of dusk.

The dark twilight shrouded in this sea of purple and red flowers, the lonely silver moon hung in the sky and the earth, and the quiet moonlight was like a calm lake, but it was filled with ripples.

Between the light and shadow, the cold moonlight rendered the delicate petals.

A lonely figure lay quietly in the sea of flowers, and its pale face was like the moon season moving in the wind.

The breeze was blowing, and the petals of the flowers in the sky were swaying in the wind, falling at the end of the moonlight, on this figure.

Tick tock! Flowing blood splattered, staining the petals all over the ground.

This sea of flowers is quiet and tranquil, even if there is one more corpse, it can't hide its amazement.

In the quiet sea of flowers, the sound of petals falling to the ground is so crisp, converging into a pleasant fairy music, these petals, as if to bury this figure.

I don't know how long it took, but around this figure, a pool of blood converged.

Having lost so much blood, the body has become wrinkled, even if it is a corpse that has been sucked to death by a vampire.

The cold moonlight was reflected on the pool of blood, rippling with Daodao, and after a few breaths, a dull blood sword fell straight down into the sky, inserted on the pool of blood, and on the sword marks covered with cracks, the two words carved could be vaguely seen: unicorn!

The ancient sword was embroidered in the wind, and the seemingly low sound of the sword went away with the wind.

Brilliant silver light flashed on the eyebrows of this corpse in vain, and this silver light gathered towards a pool of blood, and in the blink of an eye, a huge Bodhi appeared, slowly condensing, as if it were substance.

The power of endless cause and effect lingers on this Bodhi, and from time to time there are bursts of crisp wooden fish sounds, accompanied by powerful chanting.

"Bodhi has no tree. Neither is Spiegel!"

"There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust!"

It was like an ancient monk whispering in the wind, and the swaying petals swept towards Bodhi.

The flowers bloomed and fell, and the corpse lying in the sea of flowers actually climbed up strangely, and when he opened his eyes, his dark eyes were full of endless blankness.

"Who am I?" the figure whispered, his voice dazed.

"My name is Ye Chen!" The figure seemed to sound something, his hands covered his head, and at the center of his eyebrows, a mark with silver light flickered.

"Ahh The pale face became extremely distorted, and the dark eyes were even bloodshot, and inhuman screams wafted out of this mouth.

A few moments later, the figure lay down again and fell on the Bodhi tree.

The dim blood sword trembled slightly, even with a hint of sorrow, as if to wake up the young man, and the young man seemed to be asleep, and his distorted handsome face gradually unfurled.

Under the lonely silver moon. The sleeping young man had a comfortable smile on his lips.

"Is it really over?" a faint sigh sounded in the dead sea of flowers, like the murmur of a young woman in the boudoir.

Under the dark night, a misty drizzle was set off in vain. This drizzle washed away the dirt between heaven and earth, washed away the delicate petals, and the whole sea of flowers bloomed with endless vitality in vain.

Under the linden tree, a green bud broke through the soil and appeared. In the blink of an eye, it turned into green vines, winding up along the linden tree, under the moonlight. A bewitching green lotus slowly bloomed, facing the young man's face, and a faint sigh rose again: "Is there no hope?" The sigh swayed in the wind, between heaven and earth, this Bodhi, this youth, and that green lotus quietly endured the washing of the drizzle, regardless of each other.

Floating life is like a dream, like a dream is like an illusion, and the world is like yesterday, both true and false......

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"Floating life is like a dream, and floating life is more troublesome. ”

"No one has the same longevity technique as me, Luochuan is spring and singing. ”

The ethereal voice of a lark fluttering in the wind like a lark's soft cry is very good.

Outside the attic, the scorching sunlight with the unique ferocity of summer falls down, and from a distance, layers of white gas seem to rise on the surface of the ground, and even the space is a little distorted.

In a delicate attic, some young ladies with slender willow waists and well-dressed women knelt in the attic, gently fanning the feather fans in their hands.

A young man in luxurious clothes was lying on the bed in the attic, his face was peaceful.

I don't know how long it has passed, the young man slowly opened his loose eyes, got up, and looked around a little blankly, until he saw a shadow, and the blankness in the young man's eyes receded a lot: "Sister Mu Wan!"

The young man's voice was a little immature, but for some reason there was a vicissitudes of life.

In the attic, a woman standing in front of the window slowly turned around, her tall body was like a proud snow lotus on the cliff, when her eyes touched the young man, a smile appeared on her calm and indifferent face, "You are awake!"

"Why am I lying here, I remember that I didn't take the test at the Wutang before?" the young man got up, stretched his muscles, his whole body was full of endless energy, and he jumped and landed lightly in front of the woman.

"It's not because of you, you are arrogant, you are one against a hundred, and in the end, your physical strength is exhausted, and you are carried back by Ye Tian!" the woman said lightly, but there was a touch of pride on her delicate and indifferent face, and she immediately chuckled: "In just a few years, you have stepped into the peak of the martial arts realm, and you are really a little demon!"

Listening to the woman's praise, a touch of shyness flashed on the young man's immature face: "Even if it is the peak of the martial arts realm, it can't withstand the siege of that group of rabbit cubs, especially Ye Tian's little rabbit cub, whose cultivation has skyrocketed!"

"So Ye Chen, you have to work hard, even if you have the name of a genius, don't think nonsense all day long, work hard, with your qualifications, as long as you are diligent, you will definitely become the strongest powerhouse since the Ye family!"

With a little expectation in her bright eyes, the woman lightly helped the young man to straighten his clothes.

"Cranky?" the young man's eyes moved slightly, and he said in confusion: "I've been diligent lately, where is the crankiness!"

"Not yet, when I was asleep before, you kid kept holding my hand and talking in his dreams, saying that he was the fifth generation of the moon god, the sword god sect master and so on!"

"Your ambition is not small!" the woman, Sister Mu Wan in the young man's mouth, chuckled, with a little tenderness on her delicate face.

Hearing this, the young man's body was shocked in vain, as if he had been struck by lightning, and immediately smiled bitterly: "Sister Mu Wan, I really had a very long and real dream!"

The young man rubbed his eyebrows and walked to the window, the green vine outside the window had climbed into the house, blooming with a strange green lotus, the young man bent down, sniffed the green lotus gently, and muttered to himself: "This dream is so real that I can't tell whether it is real or a dream." In the dream, three years ago, I had a problem with my cultivation, and I didn't awaken my bloodline for three years, and I was ridiculed by all the clansmen in my family, and then I got the unicorn ring left by my mother in Lan Gu's hands, and the unicorn ring hid a touch of soul, and that soul was actually a fire unicorn, a rogue fire unicorn, that guy helped me awaken my bloodline!" Speaking of this, the young man suddenly stopped, no matter how he recalled, he couldn't recall what happened after that dream.

It's just that the boy has an inexplicable loss for some reason, as if he has lost something.

"Erniang has been dead for so many years, don't miss Erniang too much, it's rare for me to come back to the second family, a few days later, I will accompany you to the grave on Erniang's death day!" Ye Muwan walked behind the young man, and her slender jade hand gently patted the young man's shoulder.

"Sister Mu Wan, is that really a dream?" Turning around, the young man looked at the familiar face in his memory in front of him in distraction.

"It's not a dream, silly boy!" Ye Muwan flicked the young man's brows, as if she remembered something, exclaimed, and said regretfully: "I forgot, Senior Sister Qianchuan asked me to go over before, you kid is okay, just rest well!"

After speaking, Ye Muwan left in a hurry, leaving a beautiful back.

Looking at the distant shadow, the young man shook his head and whispered, "Sister Mu Wan, it's still like this, I have a poor memory!"

The young man put on a thin trench coat, dismissed the company of several maids, walked out of the attic, greeted the bright sunshine, and his eyes flashed with a blank look: "Is that really a dream? Why is it so clear?"

Under the sun, this emaciated figure seemed so lonely, but in the courtyard, the Bodhi tree and the green lotus reflected with it...... (To be continued......)