The weather on the mountain is getting warmer, not as cold as when I first arrived, many flowers are blooming at the foot of the mountain, and the green banyan is stepping on the soft grass and feeling the breeze.

She is always in a bad mood, and she misses the past, and this world is no longer the world she knows.

The world she first knew was clean and simple, good was good, bad was bad, there was Master and Bai Xianxian, most of the places they passed through were peaceful, and in case of natural disasters or evil spirits, there was a Master by her side who would always protect her.

Those demons are just used to practice their hands, that's all.

She remembered that at that time, the Heavenly Realm was not so majestic and solemn, and the hierarchy between the immortals was not so strict, and the same was true of the Six Realms, and everyone was trying their best to adapt and integrate with this world.

Her master didn't like the place with a lot of people the most, most of them were in retreat or stayed in Hannan Mountain, and some people asked to see him but then excused himself, and then he got tired and simply turned the entire Hannan Mountain into a land of ice and snow.

This is just the appearance, there is a place on the top of the mountain where you can enter the real Hannan Mountain, where there are flowers and grass and four seasons, birds and flowers, bubbling springs, and warm sun.

Master likes purity the most, and so does she, Bai Xianxian is different, she loves to be lively by nature, and she can't stay in this cold Nanshan Mountain, so she often sneaks out.

Qing Rong lay down in the grass, the tender grass was kissing her neck, she could see the sun in the sky through the cracks in the trees, after the death of the master, the ice and snow of Hannan Mountain receded, and the world admired the beauty of Hannan Mountain.

The beauty of Hannan Mountain lies in the fact that no one cares, and where there is no one is quiet, a quiet place is naturally free, and life walks according to the regulations of life, climbing all over the four seasons.

She gradually remembered many things during her time in Hannan Mountain, and at first those things were only fragments, only a little bit of them, and the clearer she was, the colder her heart became.

At first, she wondered why she was so indifferent to the only old person before, that indifference rose to disgust, it was obviously the person she loved, she couldn't remember, she only roughly remembered that she had waited for him for a long time, and he had lost her.

Disappoint. Qing Rong smiled, a butterfly stayed on her fingertips, and with a wave of her hand, it spun around and flew away, it would be nice to forget it all.

The green banyan squinted, the fragrance of flowers flowed into the tip of her nose, and the breath of the exhaled was warm, sprinkled in the air with this warmth, warm and precious.

Master, Bai Xianxian, and Liyunyu. Of the three people who were extremely important to her, two disappeared, and there was a profound one that she wanted to hate but never hated.

Love and hate, what do you hate him? Qing Rong asked herself, is it because she has failed herself? She should not be such a stingy person, she has always been open-minded, and she is used to being lonely.

It's really moving. Qing Rong smiled helplessly, and those precious memories that she didn't dare to touch could remind her of the best testimony of that person's gentle youth and amazing years.

It's strange to say, after leaving a person, he slowly remembers only his good, and those bad and unbearable ones will selectively forget, only remember his smile, remember him holding his hand, and remember that he protected himself behind him.

He always liked to plant some pear trees in his yard, and there was one very big one, and she sat under the tree and stroked the harp, and he stood quietly watching her, and there were falling flowers on her head, and he chuckled at her and raised her eyes, and then she laughed too, and he was the only one who stood in the glory and smiled at her.

She always carefully released the water when she was discussing, she thought that he would treat her like this when he became strong in the future, she was really not good at expressing it, many people only dared to salute far away when they saw her and left in a hurry, and she was used to it after a long time.

She hates those who deliberately approach her, whether it is for the sake of worshipping the teacher, for her appearance or other good, she hates this kind of flattery that can see through the purpose at a glance, she once rejected the kindness of an immortal with a cold face, and sneered and told him that even if he faked trouble, he should use some thought, don't let people think that the immortal monarch's brain is just a decoration.

Since then, the people who met her have hid farther away, and she is happy to be quiet, only Li Yunyu is really by her side, she thinks he has something to ask for, until Li Yunyu planted a pear tree for her and told her that she can often come to the courtyard to enjoy the flowers.

Her lost scores were neatly stacked and placed quietly on the top floor of her desk, alongside the sloppy and jerky ancient books, and on the bookcase there were still unfinished transcriptions.

"I wanted to transcribe the score and give it to you, but it was damaged, and I didn't find the complete score and kept it on the bookcase. Li Yunyu smiled shyly, scratching her head with one hand, not knowing what to do.

Qing Rong hummed and walked outside the courtyard, Leshan can save the sound rhythm, put it in the conch or other objects that can transmit sound, and there is a row of conch on the bookcase of Li Yunyu, which records the sound of Qing Rong's piano.

Although Leshan is separated from the Tianshan Mountains, there is no rare treasure in the mountains, in addition to the green plants and naturally growing plants on the mountain, there is no other treasure or fairy grass that can help cultivate immortals, and Yunyu is just a small fairy guarding the mountain, and the residence is naturally undisturbed.

Qingrong's ears are very good, she can hear the sound of the stream in the distance, the sound of flower buds blooming, and the crisp sound of birdsong, and because of this, she is tired of crowds, tired of noisy places, the excitement in other people's ears is noisy in her ears, the sound is too much and too mixed.

Leshan, pear tree, floral fragrance. Qing Rong thought about it carefully, Nale Mountain seemed to be gone, no wonder she always felt that this mountain and river was missing a part.

You are the gentlest person in the world. Qing Rong once smiled and praised Li Yunyu, Li Yunyu was very happy, his face was flushed with excitement, he was shy and excited, he said I will also be the most powerful person in the world, I will protect you.

For the sake of strength? Qing Rong was sleeping, her eyes were dark, she slowly opened her eyes, and Bai Yu carried the fat big fish and shook it proudly in front of her.

Qing Rong nodded and smiled to express the reward, and Bai Yu happily went to the river to catch fish again, bouncing a little like Bai Xianxian's shadow back then.

She loves to eat fish the most, and when she mentions it, she is greedy, so she takes off her shoes and socks and goes into the river.

She has never seen her when the deceased left, and I think I was walking in front of her, and I don't know how many times she secretly cried for me.

Qing Rong couldn't figure it out, her headache was terrible, her spirit gathered, some were still badly injured, she had a headache, a picture appeared in her mind, several people surrounded one person, those people were not his opponents, and they were shocked far away.

She changed into a dress, wore a veil and a hat, and fell from the sky, holding a bamboo flute in her hand. Why does my heart hurt so much? Qing Rong sighed, it was really a headache not to remember, and it was not necessarily easy to remember.

She sat on the ground and began to stroke the piano, the sound of the piano again and again, her fingertips lightly clasped in her heart, and again and again, she walked in the mountains and rivers, came to the clouds, and overhead was a starry sky.

The starry sky became eerie, and two full moons appeared on the horizon, and the moon was very large, surrounded by red flowing clouds, and she stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the twin moons, and there was a person beside her.

Qing Rong's fingertips trembled slightly, her fingers hung on the piano for a long time and did not fall, although she knew that the moment just now was just an afterimage in her mind, her eyes were still a little red, the sun was shining on her body, but her body was cold to the bone, she turned her head and could only see that there was no one behind her.