The grass is long, and the stars are like a dream.

Shi Ji sat under the immortal tree, with a childlike innocent smile on her face, she looked at the small figures running under the starry sky, the notes on her fingertips were lighter and softer, like grass, stars.

She looked at them, but they couldn't see her, but she had been sitting there, beside them, and they seemed to have forgotten her, forgetting her existence.

The sound is loud, and the elephant is invisible.

Her piano is no longer limited to sound.

Every wisp of wind, every trace of rain, is the sound of her piano, softer, finer, and more penetrating.

Every grass, every star, is also the sound of her piano, more pure and true, and more dreamy.

She is a violinist, a pianist of heaven and earth, she is a great power, the power of heaven and earth, if she touches the qin, heaven and earth will listen.

The first string moved, the first wisp of wind rose, this wisp of wind, with Skull Mountain as the center, blew all over her Dao domain, she stood in the White Bone Cave, a radius of millions of miles, all of them are her dojo, one side of the power dominates the heaven and the earth, this is the ancient rule.

The saint has no borders, and the powerful side is the one.

Heaven and earth are right.

She had hesitated, hesitated to enter the Northwest Sea and set up a dojo there, after all, it was her blessed land, wider and bigger, and there were hundreds of millions of fierce beasts.

But she hesitated, she had too many worries in her homeland, too much to give up.

So she walked out of the Northwest Sea, and walked back from the Northwest Sea, saw her relatives, the moment she walked into the door, her heart no longer wandered, only peace of mind, my heart is at ease that is my hometown, she knows, she doesn't want to go, and there is no hesitation, she obeys her heart to 'wind and drizzle' to set up a dojo, the grass is the boundary, and the stars are recorded.

The Grim Reaper Crow of Skull Mountain, the Spirit Fox of Qingqiu, many spirit beasts, demon beasts, fierce beasts, mortal beasts, insects and ants, all looked at the sky in the rain, and the sky changed.

Where the grass goes, the mountain owners of the big and small mountains are looking at the ground, the grass covers the earth, stretching for millions of miles, the boy sounds, the grass is ambushed, over and over again, declaring that the earth has a master.

One by one, the mountain owners looked in the direction of the grass, and the white bones were mountains, and they were lifeless!

All the Taoists have different expressions and have relatives.

The green waves are rolling under their feet, and the sun is shining above their heads, but they don't know that this is just a game of two children.

White Bone Cave, Shi Ji looked at the ruthlessness, at this time there was only them in his heart, she was her at the moment, she was not her, with a childlike heart, she was just a child.

"Ding...... Knock ......"

Two stars fell, one for each person!

The stars are so small and bright!

The two little ones are holding it, with stars in their eyes and stars in their hearts.

The friends were stunned again.

"Buzz!"

The needles are gone.

"Buzz...... "My, my, my......

The sentient boy held his star to the stone needle, "Mine is for you." ”

In fact, he was very reluctant.

"Buzz!"

The stone needle was caught, the star was smaller, and the tip of the needle was bigger.

"Sentient, my ...... Mine for you. "The ruthless little girl held her star in front of you.

"No, I don't. The sentient boy said crisply: "My star is in the sky." He raised his hand and pointed.

The star he pointed to fell in response.

Affectionate quickly caught it, and happily closed his mouth.

"Squeak Squeak ......"

The three snow foxes surrounded and screamed eagerly.

Youqing hesitated for a moment and gave his star to a snow fox, because he had many stars, and he called one after another, and sent one after another.

In the end, everyone had stars in their hands.

The beginning stopped, and the stars in the hands of the little ones flew into their hearts, and they all had a good dream.

Under the immortal tea tree, Shiji Hengqin is on her knees, and she also had a dream, a dream of two children calling the grass to pick the stars.

When you wake up from a dream, if you think, if you have gained, if you have understanding.

The piano is the voice of the heart, whose voice is the heart?

Before that, she will answer, "My heart." ”

A hundred years ago, she to: mantra for the heart, piano for the heart, cast the heart of the Tao, the heart of the mantra qin is all my heart, with my heart to reflect the heart of heaven, with my heart to move the heart of heaven, is the original heart of the Tai.

In the past two hundred years, she has guarded the heart of the Tao and adhered to the heart, but the original heart ...... but lost.

Today, she called my heart with her childlike innocence, and reflected my heart with her childlike innocence, so that she found her original intention.