On a barren desert, the sky is full of goose feathers and snow, the sky and the earth are white, a lonely and ancient poplar stands under a woman in white, snowflakes fall from her side, she seems to have a feeling, slowly turned around, the pretty face has a delicate nose, graceful eyebrows, moist mouth,

Her eyes were like water, and she looked into the distance faintly......

Not far away, Yuan Wuxi was the first to get up from the snow, he looked around in surprise, followed by Yi Dingjia and Mei Shopkeeper. Between the three of them and the woman, there were still unconscious Granny Duan and Mo Boyi.

Closer, Shui Lingyue lay on the snow, her white clothes were like snow, her head rested on her white arms, like an iceberg beauty in deep sleep, surrounded by flawless white snowflakes around her, her slender and white fingers were bent, holding the Shui Yue Sword tightly. She lay there silently, unable to breathe, unable to hear her heartbeat, but after a while, her long eyelashes twitched slightly, and then she opened her eyes softly. She looked at the sky with cold eyes, looked at the flying snowflakes, seemed to be slightly stunned, followed by a slight frown, as if she had fallen into a memory, for a long time, the wind gently swept her ears, blowing her hair, she sat up gently.

Shui Lingyue saw the woman standing under the poplar tree, it was a familiar and unfamiliar figure.

The woman saw her as well, and her expression of surprise was the same.

Shui Lingyue didn't say anything, just stood up slowly, her eyes swept around, and found Granny Duan who had passed out, her eyes immediately stopped, holding the Shui Yue Sword, and slowly walked over, leaving two lines of lonely footprints on the snow......

Shui Lingyue came to Granny Duan's side, squatted down gently, helped her up, and after a while, she saw Granny Duan slowly open her eyes, and after recognizing the face in front of her, she was so excited that she burst into tears, and said in a trembling voice: "Ling'er ......"

Shui Lingyue's expression was calm, a faint rare smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she nodded her head slightly.

There was a sound of "creaking" footsteps on the snow, and it was Yuan Wuxi, Yi Dingjia and Mei Shopkeeper who walked over.

Yuan Wuxi looked at Shui Lingyue and said, "Oh, it's really a great battle, it's good that everyone is fine." As he spoke, he looked around again and wondered, "Hey, where are the poor scholars and the little fox demons?"

Yi Dingjia turned his head and raised his eyes to look at the woman standing under the poplar tree and said, "Then, isn't that Miss Chu?"

When several people heard the sound, they turned around at the same time, and it happened that the woman was also looking over, only to see that the woman was indeed a little similar to Chu Qing, but everyone was absolutely sure that she was not Chu Qing!

A little farther away from the group, Moboyi was dressed in a wide red robe, her black hair was scattered, stretched out on the snow, she looked peaceful lying on her back, her neckline was exposed with a snow-white neck, she looked like a delicate flower king blooming in the snow.

The breeze blew, and the snowflakes that were blown on the ground fell gently on her face, and suddenly turned into clear water droplets, and she also woke up, and when she opened her eyes to see the world around her, she was stunned at first, and then stood up and looked at the people not far away, but she did not walk over to the people, but stood far away, continued to look around, looked at the ancient poplar tree, and then looked at the woman in white, and then she seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked around in surprise for a long time, but it seemed that she did not find the target she wanted to see, and there was a trace of worry in her eyes that would not be easily discovered, she hesitated, and wanted to step towards everyone, but in the end he gave up, just stood there quietly, paying attention to everyone's every move.

Later, Yuan Wuxi stepped forward quickly and walked towards the woman under the poplar tree, as if the pain on his body had suddenly healed completely, he walked like a fly, far away from the woman, he stopped, looked the woman up and down, and found that it was indeed a little similar to Chu Qing, so he spoke: "Girl, why are you here?

The woman had already heard Yuan Wuxi's footsteps, raised her eyes, thought for a while, and said, "Poor scholar, little fox demon?"

Yuan Wuxi saw her surprised, nodded, and said, "It's that Feng Shuzhu and Chu Qing." ”

When the woman heard this, she frowned and thought for a long time, but she still shook her head and said lightly: "I don't understand what you say, and I don't know who you say." ”

At this time, everyone came behind Yuan Wuxi, Yi Dingjia had already heard the conversation between the two, stepped forward, and said, "Then who are you?"

The woman looked at everyone as if she was looking for a voice, and said softly: "My name is Tu Shan Qingfeng, who are you?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Granny Duan's eyes fell on the woman's wrist, she was wearing a white skein bracelet, the carving was extremely delicate and smooth, the two skeins were really coiled with each other like dragons, it was the "finger wrapping softness" that she had seen Chu Qing wear many times, but she looked at the woman's clear and bright eyes, as if she had never lied, thought about it, smiled, stepped forward, and said lightly: "Girl, it's so cold, I don't know why you are here?"

The woman was stunned when she heard this, looked around, seemed to think hard for a long time, then shook her head, and said, "I don't know, my family is originally in Cangqing Mountain Jade Shoot Peak." ”

When Granny Duan heard this, she was shocked, looked back at the people who were also confused, turned her head and thought about it, and said to the woman, "Is there anyone else in the girl's family?"

The woman looked at everyone's staring eyes, seemed to have a sense of oppression, thought for a while and said, "No, my mother's name is Tu Shan Shouxin and she died soon after giving birth to me." ”

Everyone looked at each other when they heard this.

Yuan Wuxi whispered to the human: "Could it be that this person is a madman, how can he say that he lives with a poor scholar?"

Yi Dingjia looked at the woman again, shook his head, and said, "It doesn't look like a madman." After saying that, he stroked his beard and thought about it, obviously he couldn't understand how a girl who seemed very smart could say those unbelievable words.

Granny Duan walked back gently, looked at Shui Lingyue, who had been silent, for a while, before she said slowly: "Ling'er, let's go back to Shuiyue Palace, everything should have been doomed, he is such cause and effect." ”

Shui Lingyue's face was pale, her eyes stared at the woman for a moment, as if she was holding back her grief, and said in a low voice: "Let's go." She seemed to be helpless, her voice seemed to be powerless, after saying that, she held the water moon sword with both hands, and walked forward, but the moment she turned around, tears came out of her eyes, gently slid down her white cheeks, and fell gently on the snow, but no one saw all this, only the cold wind blowing from afar, blowing in her ears, the thin sound of the wind, as if soothing, and like whispering, to her words that others could not hear and understand.

Shui Lingyue was stunned, raised her head slightly, looked for the wind breath, and stopped quietly for a moment, her face seemed to have a little more comfort, and then turned away.

Granny Duan had been following Shui Lingyue, and when she saw her leave, she didn't say anything again, and she also flew away.

The remaining three people, including Yuan Wuxi and Yi Dingjia, looked at each other, shook their heads in confusion, and looked at the mysterious woman again, Yuan Wuxi thought for a while, and said, "Girl, I have time to go to Jade Shoot Peak to see you." ”

The mysterious woman was stunned for a moment, then showed a bright smile and said, "Okay, but who are you?"

Yuan Wuxi glanced at the finger wrapping on her wrist and said with a smile: "My name is Yuan Wuxi." After saying that, he turned around and flew away.

Yi Dingjia and Shopkeeper Mei looked at each other, and heard the woman say, "What, do you also want to come to Jade Shoot Peak as a guest?"

Among the two people, Yi Dingjia's head shook like a rattle, but Shopkeeper Mei nodded again and again.

The woman saw it, smiled "poof", and said, "Forget it, follow your heart." ”

The two listened to it, but they didn't know what to say, so they exchanged two words in a low voice, turned around and ran away together.

The mysterious woman saw that everyone was leaving one by one, she was stunned for a while, then looked at Moboyyi, who had been standing in the distance and staring into the distance, thought for a moment, turned around and looked at the ancient poplar tree again, and then turned around and turned away.

Everyone was gone, and the desert with fluttering snowflakes added to the emptiness and loneliness, and Moboyi bit his lip lightly and slowly walked towards the ancient poplar tree.

The snow fell heavily, and the footprints left by people on the snow were covered in a blink of an eye, leaving no trace, as if no one had ever been here.

Moboyyi's eyes were a little lowered, facing the wind and snow, slowly moving forward, she seemed to hear a voice in her ears, a familiar voice, a voice that made her have a faint hatred, calling her in front of her......

Moboyi stood lonely under the ancient poplar tree, at this time, the snow was heavier, the snowflakes were like dancing catkins, the temperature around him plummeted, the ancient poplar was already full of ice crystals, and the tree was shattered.

Moboyi stood there, raised her head, looked at the ice crystals of the tree, and a voice seemed to sound in her ears: "Okay, after we finish the duel, I will take you to the Central Plains ......", I don't know why, her eyes suddenly became ruddy, her vision seemed to be blurred, a wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she read in a low voice: "Liar." ”

The wind carried the snowflakes and fluttered in the air, like two enemies who were entangled in their lives.

Suddenly, Moboyyi's eyes flickered, and he said loudly: "Okay! Let's have a fair duel!" After speaking, he wiped his hand, showed the silver kite, raised his eyebrows and looked at the wind and snow in the air, sat cross-legged under the poplar tree, urged the pillar to pluck the strings, and the slender jade fingers moved, and a music sounded.

And in the wind and snow, there was also a clear flute sound, the flute sound began to be very low, and the thoughts were whispering, as if whispering, and after a while, it was a few points higher, like a hearty laughter. The silver kite was also unwilling, the tone was soothing at the beginning, if it trickled, and then it was like a stream rushing up, rushing up to the shallows, obviously raising a few degrees, so that the two sounds of music were mixed together.

Just like thousands of troops and horses, just like the iron cavalry is prominent;

Just like the towering mountains, like the gurgling of streams;

'Like a thunderbolt in a row, like a spring flower.

Two beautiful sounds may open or close, fight or divide, high or low, raise or repress.

Mobo Yiyi's fingers were like flying, not raising his eyes to look at the sky with a pair of bright eyes, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. In her gaze, it seemed that it was not a snowstorm, but a peerless master standing in the air there, fighting with herself, or a rare bosom friend.

The two kinds of music are intertwined to the extreme, accompanied by each other, forming an invisible force in the air, gradually closing and circling, turning into a whirlwind, rolling up and blowing away the snowflakes on the ground, like a fluttering pear blossom.

Moboyi's eyes were like water, looking at the non-existent opponent, his fingers were flicking faster and faster, smearing and provoking, and the sound of the silver kite was also getting more and more urgent, and the snowflakes around him were dancing, blocking all vision, but no matter what, the flute was never defeated.

Finally, Moboyi took care of the drawing, and the silver Zheng made a sound like a crack, and all the sounds disappeared at once. She sat in a daze for a long time, Fang slowly stood up, holding a wide red sleeved robe, and slowly walked in the falling snow. As if she had fulfilled her long-cherished wish, no more sorrow and regret, she walked forward slowly, the snowflakes on the ground had been blown away, revealing the yellow sand.

Moboyi stopped, lowered his gaze, and looked over, only to see that there seemed to be a human figure carved out of the sand, wearing a scarf and a blue shirt.

Moboyi stared at the sand sculpture, smiled bitterly, and said lightly: "We are even, and I will go to Middle-earth by myself." You don't have to worry, I'll come to see you often in this desert. As soon as the words fell, the man carved out of the sand seemed to smile heartily, and then a small whirlwind began on the flat bottom, moving slowly on the sand sculpture, and where it passed, the sand on the sand sculpture floated away in all directions, and then gently fell around, mixed with the sand on the ground, and nothing else.

Moboyi stared at the sand sculpture with a touch of loss, and was gradually blown away, this may be the last time to see his voice.

After the wind blows, everything is gone.

But when the sand sculpture is gone, a fairy flute is revealed on the sand, and these two "long winds" are engraved on it, and there is a faint fluorescent flow. Mo Boyi was suspicious, raised her hand, summoned the fairy flute into her hand, frowned slightly, looked at it again, closed her eyes slightly, held it tightly in her hand, her body seemed to tremble, and after a long time, she opened her eyes, turned around and turned away.

Behind him, another strong wind blew the surrounding snowflakes back down, burying the bare sand again, and blending with the white expanse between heaven and earth.