Ends.

In the midst of a world full of peach blossoms......

The pink peach petals were blown by the wind and filled the void.

From a distance, this piece of the world is full of tenderness and sweetness......

An old man with gray hair sat under a peach tree, with a chessboard in front of him, but there was no one to play chess with him.

He slowly played chess alone, and a petal fell and landed on the chess cup in front of him.

He looked at the peach petals, his expression seemed to be confused for a long time, and he raised his hand to pick up the petals and put them in his hand.

"I can't remember why I like peach blossoms so much......"

The old man's white beard swayed in the breeze.

The lonely and lonely body turned his head to look at the peach blossoms that were planted by himself, "I haven't seen anyone related to peach blossoms......"

He turned his head, gently lowered the peach petals, and looked at the chessboard in front of him......

"Mystery..."

A voice rang out, and the old man saw a long white robe walking in front of him.

"Who's Xuanji?" The old man was slightly stunned, as if he was a little confused, and raised his head, and the appearance of the young man in white fell into his eyes.

The white-bearded old man was stunned, and the dusty memories seemed to flood in, making his eyes tremble slightly.

Involuntarily, the old man opened his mouth at the young man in white.

"Senior Brother......

Rumble!

The picture disappears, and a little boy wakes up under the ancient pine tree on the top of the Tianji Mountain in the Immortal Domain.

The two old remnants on the tree were still chattering there, and not far away, an old man in black was fiddling with two chess pieces in his hands.

The little boy looked at everything in front of him and remembered the scenery in his dream.

Tears welled up in his eyes......

"Senior brother...... Did you bring the mystery home? ”

......

In the south of the Yangtze River, there is a faint mist shrouded in one person, which shrouds this blue ancient town with a hint of charming spring.

The smoke rose around the beams, adding the smell of fireworks to the passing breeze. A gentle drizzle fell on the roof, down the roof tiles, and down the wordless dripping of the river that ran through the town outside the house.

In the picturesque town, a woman in a white dress held an umbrella, walked on the bluestone bridge, and slowly walked to the door of a shop.

In the shop, the young man in white was holding a pen and ink, writing something......

She looked at the scene in front of her blankly, feeling familiar, but she couldn't remember anything.

She didn't even know why she was here......

With a faint sigh, the woman slowly walked to the door, and shouted softly to the white-clothed young man who was carrying a pen and calligraphy in the shop: "Shopkeeper, can you write a poem for me?" ”

The young man in white didn't look up, but just promised, "Okay, what poem do you want to write?" ”

A trace of unexplainable confusion flashed in the woman's eyes, "It's a poem I've never heard of, but I vaguely remember half of it for some reason......"

The young shopkeeper in white shook his head, "It's okay, how much the guest remembers, how much I write." ”

The woman turned her head, looked at the smoke and rain in Jiangnan, gently put down the umbrella in her hand, and read leisurely:

"The wind in Chang'an City is not swallowing, and people are drunk and the moon shadow does not know autumn.

The piano in the Yaotai mirror sounded, but the people in the heart did not see sorrow.

The short pavilion is a long road of thousands of miles, and looking back at the south of the Yangtze River has passed the ......"

The woman frowned slightly when she read this, as if she couldn't remember what the next verse was, but she seemed to be sure that there would be after!

She was sure that she couldn't find the source of this poem, but it was always in her heart like the moon in the well.

"Alright."

Suddenly, the white-clothed young shopkeeper in the shop put down the ink pen in his hand and handed the paper scroll in his hand to the woman.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and took the scroll with some disappointment, thinking that the shopkeeper had just written what she said.

It's just that when she unfolded the paper roll, she was stunned.

Under the flowing pen and ink handwriting, she clearly wrote out the second half of the poem that she couldn't remember......

In a trance, she looked at the second half of the poem and read it softly:

“...... If you want to find the sky, you will climb the attic and go upstairs.

The love and painting of the scenery are endless, and only the ink of the painter is difficult to stay......"

The woman in the white dress read it, but she couldn't read it anymore. The pair of jade hands holding the paper scroll suddenly shook, and suddenly raised his head to look at the young shopkeeper in white......

The young shopkeeper in white smiled lightly at the woman, and continued, "I don't know how to see you over the years..."

"May the Qing Pavilion ... Seeking ...... at the end"

The eyes of the woman in the white dress gradually dimmed, as if she saw a bridge, and she walked to one end on the bridge, and the young man under the bridge ...... They also chased after him.

The drizzle is hazy, and a pair of people stand in the rain in the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

Gradually, the woman in the white dress suddenly hid her face and cried, and threw herself into the arms of the young shopkeeper in white......

......

On the bookcase in the shop, an ink pen and a bronze ancient mirror suddenly stood up like a person.

The pitch-black ink pen glanced at the bronze mirror beside him. The bronze mirror seemed to be extremely curious, shining on the two people outside the shop.

Sighing helplessly, the ink pen looked around.

Then he turned around, picked up a piece of paper with an ink pen, and covered it on the ancient mirror, "Don't look around, children, the cause and effect are too great." ”

"You can't stand ......"

(End of book)