The old man in Xuanyi sat for a long time, slowly got up, and his face was sad and salty. He approached Jiang Zuo Buyi and said angrily: "Jiang Lang helps the old man solve the difficulty of cultivation, and he has a great favor to the old man, and he will be repaid on the other day." ”

The huge painting that had trapped the old man in Xuanyi for a hundred years of practice had been extinguished, and the Mei'er girl said: "Mother-in-law is unpredictable, and told the master to tell us that as soon as the matter here is over, we will go to the cliff with the two of us, where there are a few wooden houses, you can take a little rest, and wait for the oracle of your mother-in-law." ”

Hearing the word "Crossing the Love Cliff", the old man in Xuanyi was only slightly stunned, but Jiang Zuo Buyi's eyes changed, and he was stunned for a long time.

Crossing the love cliff, the most difficult thing in the world is the word love, why there is still a love cliff? If there is love, the sky is also old, the vicissitudes of the sea and the white clouds and the dog are getting old, Lin Hua thanked the spring red Xiaolou last night and the east wind is also urging the years to grow old, how ruthless is the sky? The sky is still affectionate, not to mention lifelong? Even if the gods are in love, it is difficult to dissolve.

Miss Xin'er glanced at Jiang Zuo Buyi, smiled lightly, and said, "What are you thinking? ”

The old man in Xuanyi also guessed Jiang Zuo Buyi's thoughts as soon as Miss Xin'er said, sighed, and said: "Master Su has words, and he is always ruthlessly annoyed, even though Jiang Lang has a lot of affection, he is a deep fairy fate, and the opportunity is unparalleled. ”

Jiang Zuo Buyi seemed to be listening, and there was a smile on his face, but it was elusive, and he said leisurely: "The flowers float and the water flows freely, although there is no way to eliminate this feeling, in the end, the Tao is affectionate and ruthless." ”

With that, his clothes fluttered and flew away. The old man in Xuanyi looked at the two girls and said, "You are fortunate to have entered the immortal register early and escaped the catastrophe of Jiang Lang's mistaken life." ”

The Mei'er girl's heart tightened, and she couldn't help but give birth to a little bit of this feeling, but she was just melancholy at that time. His eyebrows tightened slightly, and he flew away first and followed Jiang Zuo Buyi.

The crossing of the cliff is actually at the water's edge, a vast and misty water cuts open the mountain cliff path and rushes to the sky, the snow waves collapse into the sky, the sound of the waves is like a tiger, there is a rope hanging between the two cliffs, the flowing clouds fly across, the wind is vertical and horizontal, the rope is like a trace of understatement of the shallow brush outline, it seems to be nothing, if it continues, even if it is Da Luo Jinxian to this place, it is also in vain.

A few wooden houses are hidden under the cliff on one side, with more than a dozen black bamboo poles and three or five orchids, but it is elegant and quiet. When Jiang Zuo Buyi and Mei'er came to the wooden house, they smelled the faint fragrance of orchids like a dream, which made Jiang Zuo Buyi, who was already in a stunning mood, sigh.

In front of a wooden house, there is a wooden table, five small stools, and a jade flute placed diagonally on the table. At this time, a crescent moon suddenly appeared in the sky, and the stars were sparse. Jiang Zuo Buyi walked to the wooden table, picked up the jade flute at will, examined it for a long time, and suddenly felt warm in his heart. Mei'er stared at him, and Wen Yan asked, "Do you also have such a jade flute?"

Jiang Zuo Buyi smiled: "Yes, but that was many years ago. Jiang Lang remembered that at that time, his sideburns had not become the same messy color as it is now, and he was not yet in trouble. ”

Mei'er's eyes were as bright as the moon still illuminated Jiang Zuo Buyi's face, and the crescent moon in the sky seemed to be jealous of Mei'er's eyes at this time. She then asked, "At that time, didn't you have so many sad and sad stories, and you didn't have so many traces of the past?"

Jiang Zuo Buyi gently stroked the jade flute, as gentle as stroking the slender jade hand of a lover, this gentle touch will almost make the night envious, and make the stars and the moon reminisce. He said: "Jiang Lang still remembers that he would play the flute in the maple forest on the left side of the river, where there were three grass houses, and when the flute sounded, the red leaves in the sky were like butterflies flying around me, and the river would sing softly to me. ”

When the old man Xuanyi and Xin'er arrived, they saw Jiang Zuo Buyi playing the flute and Mei'er singing.

"It's getting dusk, leaning alone on the west building, it's green, fat, red and thin. A little acacia darkness, the wind rises, and I am afraid of losing yesterday's blue boat. The jade flute is in hand, the tenderness is difficult to speak, and there is always no word to pay in vain. ”