The tranquil night sky, dotted with stars, sparsely falling, under the canopy of the sky are light misty mountain peaks, and the mountain beams in the clouds are looming. A clear shadow was flowing silently, and the silver makeup set against the clear moon in the western sky, ethereal and cold. Breaking through layers of clouds and smoke, it fell towards a mountain peak. Li Yue Niangniang fell in her own palace, and a sound of respect suddenly came from the hall, Li Yue Niangniang responded casually, and floated towards the simple courtyard. Only in this small courtyard did Li Yue Niangniang feel truly cordial and down-to-earth, no longer lonely, no longer helpless.

Standing in front of the remnant tree, Li Yue Niangniang looked at the moon and took care of herself, her slender arms flicked lightly, and the faint fragrance drifted away with the wind. The jade carved ice shadow marks are full of fragrance. Li Yuelu pulls the wind, pouring the past and the present. This is Liu Juan's father praised himself, but the fragrant soul has fallen, how can Menglang get fate! took out the Huanqing tears from his arms, gently placed them under the cruel love tree, knelt down and stared at the Huanqing tears, several resentments. Twelve tears of love shone with blue light, quietly ring under the tree of cruelty, like twelve seeds of life.

Li Yue Niangniang gently stroked the tree of cruel love, and said to herself gently: "Brother Xingliu, counting the current Huanqing tears, there are already eighty, and if there is one more, you can be reborn." I know that this last tear is in the Ghost Palace, but where is the Ghost Palace? I am in a foreign race, and I have traveled all over the clouds, the sky and the underworld, and I don't know anything. The Ghost Palace is so mysterious, I'm afraid I'll never find it. However, Brother Xingliu, I won't let you down. ”

Liu Juan watched Li Yue Niangniang leave, and the Yuan Shen stood in the night breeze, although she didn't feel the cold, she also gave birth to an indescribable loss. Looking back at the three sisters of the Four Shadow Divine Fox beside the fire, their faces became more and more ruddy, and Cheng Yuanfang sat aside quietly waiting for them to wake up, adding some branches to the fire from time to time.

Just woke up, Cheng Yuanfang's body was still a little weak, staring at the red flames, the warmth hit, his eyes couldn't help but be confused, and he actually lowered his head and fell asleep.

The Cruel Love Tree seemed to understand Li Yue's eloquent words, and the red-colored branches gently brushed her shoulders in the wind, and whispered. A line of branches swept across Li Yueniang's face, and a heartbeat knocked on the sour memory. It was a foggy dawn, and it opened itself in the fog, and the delicate fragrance was wafting in all directions. Suddenly I heard a happy voice say, "Oh, it smells so good! ”

Following the prestige, a swaying figure in the fog swayed in the morning breeze, like smoke and fog, slender branches fluttering, chic and affectionate. was shaking her body and looking at herself, Li Yuehua'er lowered her head shyly, squinted and peeked, and carved the face that understood herself in her heart. In the days to come, under the starry sky, by the river, at dawn, a tree and a flower dance together in the wind, and endless whispers dot every moonlight. However, the happy days suddenly came to an end one day. Li Yuehua'er watched her beloved Brother Xingliu being cut off by a ruthless person, Brother Xingliu looked in her direction in pain, and tears flowed down her body. Li Yuehua'er cried out heartbreakingly, accompanied by the sound of whining wind, but the cruel loggers ignored her existence in the slightest, and several people shouted slogans and carried away Brother Xingliu's body, leaving only the scarred roots.

A true tear, life and death are separated. The raccoon tree condenses the fragrance, carries the flowers and Junhe. Recalling all this, Li Yue Niangniang held the tree of cruelty in her arms with both hands, and tears slipped down, whether it was sadness, waiting, persistence, or helplessness. I can't tell the truth, and the product should be called acacia. For many years, every day before dawn, Li Yue Niangniang spent her time quietly in front of the remnant tree formed by Brother Xingliu's soul in front of her. Legend has it that after watering it with 9981 tears, the dead body can be resurrected. But Huanqing tears are only found in the underworld, and they are refined by the souls of resentful men and women who are true but have no chance to be combined. In order to save her beloved Brother Xingliu, Li Yuehuaer gave up the ontology of Yang Shi's cultivation, turned into a soul of the underworld, and devoted herself to the Demon Moon Palace to cultivate hard, looking for tears everywhere. went through hardships to get these eighty tears of love.

The twelve tears of love gradually melted, shining with moonlight under the tree of cruel love, moist and moist, like a clear spring. The cruel tree happily sucks the sweetness and true affection of the tears, slowly changing, and there are different changes every time you suck the tears. From the initial sapling to the present, it has experienced countless ups and downs, accompanied by many days and nights. Li Yue Niangniang held back her sadness, stood up and looked at it carefully, the branches fluttered gently, and green shoots appeared on the branches in the fluttering. The green buds rolled and opened, and the new leaves of light green drifted with a faint fragrance. The tea cup is done, and the new leaves rustle and grow into perfect willow leaves. The red branches became much thicker again, and the tree was more than a head taller. Li Yueniang gently held the willow branches, and her eyes were full of tears. He said silently in his heart: "Brother Xingliu, can you see it? You are about to be resurrected, more than two thousand years, you have grown leaves again, if you can get that Huanqing tear, you can bloom." At that time, you and I can sit on the petals watered by the tears of love and reappear in the yang world, and we can enjoy the sunshine and rain again! How good is that! I hope that day will come sooner, and I will have enough to stay in this cold Liyue Palace. ”

"Li Yue! Li Yue!" called in the air.

Li Yue Niangniang, when she heard the third call, she suddenly woke up. It's Brother Xingliu, yes! It's Brother Xingliu's voice. Li Yueniang was ecstatic in her heart, knelt down under the Cruelty Tree, hugged the Cruelty Tree tightly and refused to let go. Tilting his head, he was tearful and speechless. The blurred gaze kept staring at the figure in the twilight of his life.

"Woo, woo······"

Crying is not the best way to be happy, but it does make sense to cry with joy. Li Yue Niangniang was so happy, she thought about everything in the palace and found that crying was the most comfortable choice.

"Hehe, Li Yue, Li Yue, stop crying, we can talk again in the early morning. It's happy. "A gentle voice came from the tree of affection, softly, warmly. Like a ray of sunlight shining into the darkness, Li Yue's warm care that she had been looking forward to for more than 2,000 years returned. The pain of the past disappeared in an instant, and there was only happiness and sweetness in my heart, but the hand holding the trunk of the tree never let go, and I was secretly determined that I would never be separated.

Li Yue nodded slightly. The wandering eyes stopped crying, washed away the sadness, and replaced it with warm comfort. The jade hand is lightly flicked, and the emerald green willow leaves flutter in the wind. Touching the branches of the tree of cruel love, Li Yueniang's every movement was healing a wound. In the memory, the scars of Brother Xingliu were cut one by one, and the memories were cleared one by one, and the warmth was re-immersed, and a new song was evoked, but what remained unchanged was the eternal sincerity and sincerity.

The branches of the cruel tree hold up the face of Li Yue Niangniang, the branches and Li Yue Niangniang's blonde hair dance with the wind, and the green leaves of Jinhua are like nature, beautiful and charming. Brushing on the beautiful face, wiping the remaining tears on the cheeks, the green leaves are like loving and affectionate eyes, telling them to be happy. Li Yue Niangniang understands his care, holding the branches into her arms, feeling the dream of thousands of years, how much sleeplessness, how much anticipation!