The light yarn wraps the delicate body, and the piano plays fairy music.

The jade finger pulls the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune is formed.

The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if complaining about the lover's non-return.

The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in my heart.

............ (Privately changed to Bai Juyi's pipa line)

In the depths of the Sun and Moon Immortal Mountain, outside the Ruthless Pavilion. Sivining paused, lest he disturb the thoughts of the violin-stroker.

The sound of the piano is sometimes graceful, turning soft, telling the little woman's longing feelings, miserable and miserable.

Sometimes the passion is high, like a general falling into the midst of thousands of troops, the general sees death as home, fights bloodily, and fights a bloody way.

Hearing the depths of his feelings, Xiwen burst into tears. Lift the sleeve and try to remove the tears from the corners of the eyes.

Hearing the passion, Xiwen was tumbling with great effort, broad-minded, and broad-minded to rub the entire Xiuyuan Continent into his chest.

The woman stroked the qin, and the jade fingers flew on the strings. White clothes flutter in the breeze.

The green silk fluttered on the fragrant shoulders, half covering the delicate face, and I only saw the white Qiong's nose high and straight, and the long black eyelashes.

Siwen clasped his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, and listened quietly.

The past was like dust like the wind, and Xiwen thought of the little butterfly.

The Jade Butterfly Gu that seems to be there and seems to be nothing, and it seems to be real and illusory-Yu Qingqing

Until now, it was not clear whether she really existed.

It was she who gave herself all this, it was she who allowed herself to find her self-confidence, it was she who allowed herself to puff up her chest and regain her dignity as a human being...

It seems that she only appears in dreams.

"In a dream?"

Don't... Is she...?Xiwen felt an inexplicable burst of excitement in his heart.

The heart has something on the mind, the heart is restless and panicked, and the fairy music can no longer enter the heart.

Xiwen slowly stepped on the steps and approached the pavilion, where there was a plaque with three big characters written on it: Ruthless Pavilion.

The end of the song. The last note ends perfectly with the woman's finger raised.

"I thought you forgot about me!" the gentle and boundless, delicate sound that melted all things on the earth flowed from between the red lips.

The woman did not have a side head, so she knew who was coming. It was as if this fairy music feast was played exclusively for him.

"Butterfly Gu!" Xiwen whispered, not daring to take another half step forward.

"I don't have a name?" the girl's upturned mouth disappeared, and her tone was still as gentle as water, but there was a trace of microwave on the surface of the water.

In the clan, the Gu people did call her Jade Butterfly Gu.

The three words Jade Butterfly Gu came out of the mouth of the young man beside her, which still made her feel distressed.

Xiwen didn't hear the girl's tone. Said: "What are you doing in my Anning Village?"

Instead, they became vigilant.

If Grandpa and the others knew that they knew someone from the Gu Clan and took her to Anning Village, they would really jump into the Yellow River and not be able to wash it, and they would be speechless.

The girl didn't look at Xiwen head-on, and she didn't mean to make a move.

Xiwen looked around, a little unfamiliar, a little familiar.

I'm sure this isn't Anning Village!

The girl's jade palm moved slightly, and the guqin disappeared.

On the stone table, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are neatly placed.

The pen is a printing pen, the ink is cinnabar ink, and the paper is yellow paper.

The air in front of him fluctuated, and a landscape painting of splashed ink appeared between the left and right jade palms.

"Why is my painting where you are? Haven't I already torn this painting?" Xiwen's heart jumped, and he blurted out.

I remember this splashed ink landscape too clearly. That was the first time I knew I couldn't practice martial arts. Sneak into the back mountains.

Eleven years ago...

The sunset dyes the horizon red, dyes the white clouds red, and the red glow shines!

The afterglow shrouds the land, casting a red glow over the entire forest and the villages at the foot of the mountain!

The glow shines through the mountains and forests, between the mountains and forests, the light is wisps, and on the sparkling lake, half the lake is sorrowful and half the lake is red!

In the distance, the mountains are stacked, endless, layer by layer, and the green forest sea covered with red veil is endless!

The world is as beautiful as a fairy tale!

Clouds and mist in the morning, glow in the evening! What a fairyland on earth!

On the surface of the lake, a jade-like, injured and dying white butterfly sticks to the surface of the water, but it is also crystal clear!

Only on the wings of the white butterfly, there is a little bead of blood!

Xiwen suddenly felt pity in his heart and felt sympathy for the same disease.

Before the clothes faded, Xiwen came to the side of the white butterfly, the lake swayed gently, and a pair of small hands held the butterfly: "Little butterfly, don't be afraid, I will protect you!"

Lean over and gently blow away the blood beads on the white butterfly's wings. Xiwen smiled slightly, his eyes were a little moist ......!

Rescued the little butterfly and put it on his chest.

Closing his eyes, Xiwen painted this ink-splashed landscape.

In the painting, the peaks and peaks are one after another, and the mountains and forests are layered in layers! The smoke and clouds on the lake are vivid, and the spiritual mist is shrouded! It is thick or light, or swept or waved! A jade butterfly dances in the smoke and clouds, and it is endless, like a fairyland. The hand shakes, as if everything in the painting is a living thing!

The more exquisite the painting skills, the more painful Xiwen's heart is, and the Xiuyuan Continent, which respects martial arts, can only paint...?

What is the use of painting if you can't practice martial arts? Xiwen angrily folded and tore the ink landscape with his hands.

In this way, Xiwen once again stubbornly hit the seven-step fist, and this stubbornness actually made him sleep for a longer time.

It was at this time that the jade butterfly entered Xiwen's body, and Xiwen raised Gu with his own flesh and blood for ten years without knowing it.

It is not difficult for the cultivator to restore the torn scroll. Xiwen guessed that she should have repaired the scroll after she fell unconscious.

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"What, I thought of your sad past?" Yuqing said softly.

Xiwen's brows furrowed more and more, and he took a few steps back: "Say, the toxins in my body have something to do with not being able to practice martial arts?"

Yuqing Qing frowned, and looked sideways at Xiwen:

"The lake is the first time you and I have met, and you came to the lake because you were poisoned and couldn't practice martial arts, how can it have anything to do with me?"

Yuqing was a little angry, his sleeve robe flicked lightly, and he walked out from the other side of the pavilion: "The human race is really unreasonable. ”

Hearing this, Xiwen was ashamed, as if the truth was just as Jade Butterfly Gu said.

It's my own prejudice against the alien. What the girl said is reasonable and logical.

When he raised his eyes again and wanted to apologize, he disappeared from the girl. Only Siwen was left.

Xiwen walked up to the gazebo alone, and there was still a girl's body fragrance in the air. and a faint residual temperature.

The pen, ink, paper, inkstone and picture scroll on the stone table are still there, and the Western text looks at the picture scroll carefully. There is more than half an inscription poem on the picture scroll:

The peaks and mountains are waved, and the ink is splashed with smoke.

Seeing things and thinking about things, Xiwen looked around, but saw a waterfall in the distance.

"That's Yuanling Waterfall?"

Xiwen scratched the back of his head and muttered, "It's been a long time since I've fed the dantian." ”

"It's... Isn't that a little too good...?"

I misunderstood others just now, and now I want to enter the cultivation Bitan that is dedicated to others.

No matter what, the Falling Dust Chamber of Commerce will come to the door sooner or later, and I will take it from Shaohuashan sooner or later.

Xiwen didn't want to miss the opportunity, took off his clothes, and couldn't wait to enter the Yuanling Waterfall.

The mind sank into the dantian, and the vitality in the dantian was thin.

Xiwen clearly felt that the vitality spiritual liquid flowed into the body along the pores, through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and flowed into the dantian.

"It's a good feeling!"

Time is ticking, and pores are absorbing.

The vitality in the dantian changed from thin to cloud-like, and then to solid form.

Greedy pores are saturated and not absorbed.

The mind controls the vitality to slowly run the whole body, and the vitality nourishes the two hundred and six bones and four hundred and nine acupuncture points in the body. Strengthens the meridians!

The warm air flow swells all over the body, making Xiwen feel like he is stepping into the green, bathing in the spring sun, which is very comfortable.

Xiwen controls the vitality, moisturizes and strengthens it unhurriedly, and absorbs the vitality to strengthen the body based on the solid vitality.

Until the Yuan Spirit Liquid around the body, there are tiny bubbles!

Xiwen thought about it and still didn't rush it, and forcibly condensed the vitality on the acupuncture points. One is that I am afraid that I will not be able to condense at all, and the other is that I am afraid that even if I forcibly condense it, the unstable foundation will affect my cultivation in the future!

The aura is starting to heat up, and the warming also means that the medicinal effect of the aura is starting to go crazy!

Time is passing, pores are absorbing, moisturizing and strengthening continues, and the spiritual fluid is heating up!

Xiwen controls the vitality to swim through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra and nourish the entire body.

Suddenly, the four hundred and nine acupuncture points in the body were like black holes, devouring the vitality that had passed!

Xiwen was secretly startled, is he about to start upgrading? With the solid vitality as the source, Xiwen urged the vitality to start spinning rapidly!

Originally, the vitality started from the dantian and returned to the dantian after a rotation, and the loss was almost negligible.

Now that there is basically not much left in a rotation, how can Xiwen not be surprised! Xiwen controls the vitality, and continuously supplies the acupuncture points that suddenly absorb the vitality frantically!

I also heard the fairy music, the music was melodious, delicate and heartfelt.

Xiwen's heart traveled uncontrollably to the music.

I don't know how long it has been, but the acupuncture points are still absorbing, and the absorption of vitality can't catch up with the consumption.

"What's going on?" Xiwen was stunned! Such a rich Yuanling Waterfall can't support cultivation advancement?

The solid vitality in the dantian is decreasing! The heaven and earth aura in the air is flowing into the West in all directions!

Xiwen could feel that he was centered on himself, and the subtle spiritual fluid around him poured into him!

A pair of piercing eyes, staring at himself, the jade palm was slightly raised, and the Yuanling Waterfall was forcibly blocked.

"No!" Siwen shook his head, not believing the scene in front of him.

In front of him, Yu Qingqing cut off the Yuanling Waterfall and cut off the supply of vitality.

Looking at the less and less solid vitality in the dantian, Xiwen panicked, Xiwen suddenly understood why the immortal cultivator would advance and die, if he advanced to the critical moment, what would happen if the vitality energy was not enough?

Is it the internal organs being devoured, or is it being eaten back, or is it exploding? Xiwen can't even think about it!

The temperature of the spiritual liquid has risen to the extreme that the body can accept, which also shows that the medicinal effect has been exerted to the extreme, and the vitality in the dantian is only ten percent of the original one!

We can't wait any longer! Forcibly withdrawing from cultivation may still have a chance of survival, and if we continue to cultivate forcibly, we will die!

Just when Xiwen was about to forcibly withdraw from cultivation, the absorption of four hundred and nine acupuncture points slowed down at the same time!

Is this about to be finished? Xiwen's heart moved, and he controlled his vitality and continued to cultivate!

The four hundred and nine acupuncture points slowed down and absorbed for a few seconds, and after a few seconds, the acupuncture points sucked wildly! The crazy action was more than double the previous one. It seems to be the final sprint.

There was only 10 percent of the vitality left in the dantian, and it was suddenly pulled up by a suction force and disappeared into the acupuncture points all over the body! The spiritual liquid in the Bitan surged wildly! It was too late for Xiwen to forcibly withdraw from cultivation!

"No! It's a strange sound!" Siwen pulled back the idea of going with the piano.

Rumble... The blocked Yuanling Waterfall smashed into Bitan, and was pulled into the body by the Yuan Force of Xiwen.

At the same time, the four hundred and nine acupuncture points in the whole body were violently absorbed, reaching saturation.

In fact, no one blocked the Yuanling Waterfall, and the vitality and spiritual liquid of the full Bitan were absorbed, and Xiwen himself stopped absorbing it.

Thinking carefully is extremely scary! High-intensity cultivation, high-intensity concentration. The sound of the piano seems to have magical power, easily taking away the mind and giving the illusion, which is too realistic.