Every time she confirmed a soul form, her hope was less, and her heart gradually lifted, and the palm holding the soul mirror was sweating, from the entrance of the Hundred Flowers Valley to the depths of this Hundred Flowers Valley, ten souls had been confirmed, including men and women, old and young, but there was no Shang Tian.

"Sister, why do you keep looking in the mirror? Do you have dirt on your face? Shang Tian tugged at the sleeve of Lian Wuxin's shirt and asked curiously.

At this time, the sunset is gone, the night is approaching, and the 100,000 mountains are also shrouded in thick black night, only the stars above the Valley of Flowers are twinkling, and the moon is beautiful.

The Baihua Valley at night has its own clear charm, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, less bright and bustling in the daytime, and more cold as water at night.

She didn't have time to enjoy the night scene of a hundred flowers, she only wanted to find the wisp of spirit that Shang Tian had lost.

Shang Tian's body, who had been tugging at her sleeves, suddenly trembled, and a pair of eyes that were originally full of innocence and ignorance suddenly looked southeast, as if there was something there that attracted him extremely much.

Lian Wuxin's eyebrows jumped, and his heart was secretly happy, the advantage of the soul gathering flower is that it can make a connection between the host body and the soul, and finally integrate perfectly.

"What's wrong with you?" She held Shang Tian's hand and asked urgently.

Shang Tian shook his head, only pointed in one direction, and muttered, "I don't know, it feels so strange." ”

She didn't say anything more, grabbed Shang Tian's wrist, and led him in the direction his finger pointed, looking for the cluster of blue and white light.

A pool of clear water is quiet, and the green lotus shines on the moon.

In the middle of the calm and waveless blue water, a green lotus is quietly opening, absorbing the essence of the moonlight and exhaling a pleasant fragrance.

On the side of the blue pool, the blue and white light is very dazzling, as if staring at a pool of clear water and smelling the lingering lotus fragrance.

Lian Wuxin's heart was pounding, and he almost forgot to breathe, for fear that the air flow generated between exhalation and inhalation would alarm the beauty in front of him and scare away the soul of smelling incense.

She turned sideways and slowly raised the soul mirror, and in the clear light of the moon, she saw the water blue, the slender and straight figure, the handsome and familiar silhouette from the mirror.

The eyes were involuntarily hot, and the nose was slightly sour, just like the joy of reunion of relatives who had been absent for many years, with a hint of bitterness and bitterness.

The sculpture-like soul shadow standing by the pool suddenly moved, and the eyes that had been staring at Qinglian followed his head and face, looking at the host of the other wisp of lotus incense, which made him sink into the fragrance of thousands of years, and made him willing to be intoxicated by life and death.

He faced her in the form of a ghost, and saw the face, a beauty that even a fine brush could not describe.

It was the voice and smile that carved into his bone marrow and imprinted into his soul.

There are no tears in the soul, and if there are tears, they will surely become a river at this moment.

He thought that he would never see her again in this life.

He can choose to be reincarnated, but he doesn't want to forget the past, even if he only has heartache and pain, he doesn't want to forget her, so he flies across thousands of miles and mountains to come here with the instinct of the soul, even if he is going to live forever alone here in the state of a soul, he also has things to miss, and there are people who can be missed, and he will not be lonely and lonely.

She looked at him in the mirror, the clear eyes, the face that was always warm to him, the familiar taste, the broad chest, the arms that she had pillowed until dawn when she was a child, tears kept falling, she bit her lip to prevent herself from crying, how much joy and sorrow rolled down with these tears, wet her face, moistened her clothes.