The scorching autumn sun faded its last majesty and quietly set down the mountain.

The tired bird that flew back from the distant mountains slowly flapped its wings and found its home in the forest.

Night fell, and everything darkened, both good and bad.

The waning moon rose, and the frosty moonlight poured down, enveloping Baizhang Peak, and everything lost the color of the day, and was covered with a layer of silver frost, which added a little chill.

On the cold Qiongtai, the tall Yunjin rhododendron fell to the ground and turned red, swept with the wind, and there was not much left of the fragrance of the flowers.

The night was dark, and the fog was thick on the Guiyun Regret Bridge, and a person slowly walked in. He walked slowly, as if he had come from hundreds of years ago.

I couldn't see his face clearly in the haze, but I could vaguely distinguish the Taoist robe and the long figure.

When the surrounding fog was stirred apart, it could be seen that there was no expression on his face, and his gaze was looking straight ahead, which was the other end of the Guiyun Regret Bridge, Baizhang Peak.

On the Qiong Stage,

Under the cloud brocade azaleas, next to the stone table.

There sat a woman dressed in lilac, her eyes gently closed, motionless, as if she had merged with the redness of the place.

Compared to the past, she wore light makeup tonight, her sleeves were much wider, and her hair was neatly coiled in the back of her head, as if she was going to a grand ceremony.

suddenly

She seemed to feel something, her heart moved, she slowly opened her eyes, turned her head slightly, and looked at the back of Baizhang Peak with a watery gaze.

As if having completed a difficult journey, the Dao man finally crossed the Guiyun Confession Bridge, walked to the head of the bridge, and came to the back of Baizhang Peak Mountain.

He paused, and as if he were feeling it, he stopped, and looked deeply at the mountain ahead.

Two people, just like that, one in front of the mountain and the other behind the mountain, looked at each other across the tall peaks.

It was as if those boulders didn't exist, and their gazes collided in the air.

A thousand years at a glance, the eyes tell everything, the memory is like a butterfly, fluttering, like a dream like smoke, quietly blooming in the bottom of my heart.

It seems that I heard the sentimentality in the heart of whom;

It seems that a soft sigh in the heart of the heart was heard.

The thin wind stirred the hair in the ears and the green beard under the chin, but it did not make a sound after all.

Slightly separated by a mountain, the pulse can't speak.

After a long time, time seemed to flow.

The man's body suddenly moved, as if he had walked out of the dust, and he looked a little stiff. He took two more steps forward and came to the Danshi, where there was no way out, the end of the bridge.

He hesitated slightly, then flicked his sleeve back, and soared into the air, striding in the air.

There was no sound, no warning was seen, as if it had been conjured out of thin air, and a three-foot-wide purple band of light was formed along the peak of Baizhang Mountain, drifting gracefully, detouring from the back of the mountain to the front of the mountain.

The man stepped forward, stepped on it, walked slowly, one step, two steps...... , as if every step was moving forward in the measurement, he silently stepped on the purple light band, and walked slowly towards the front of the mountain.

On the platform, the bright eyes of the woman reflected the bright color, she did not move, as if she could not even breathe, her eyes were staring, waiting, as if she was looking at everything.

It wasn't until the figure of the Taoist appeared in her eyes that she slowly withdrew her gaze, turned around, lowered her gaze, and looked at the stone table in front of her.

Everyone can see that she has shifted her care to not care.

The man saw the woman from afar, and a pair of deep eyes had been staring at her, but he could not tell whether he was reading or remembering. The expressionless gaze that doesn't move is more like a kind of re-facing in the vanishing time, but it is definitely not a deliberate act.

A very short distance, but it spans hundreds of years.

When his feet fell gently, it didn't seem to fall on the Qiongtai, but like it fell in his heart, which made people tremble, as if many things were about to settle with the dust.

The purple ribbon of light and the intriguing gaze disappeared with a slight fall, as if everything had suddenly returned to the present.

The Taoist stood on the edge of Qiongtai, waited quietly for a moment, his lips moved, and said softly: "Little white ......" The timbre trembled slightly, as if he was a little choked.

Yun Dongbai didn't say anything, didn't even look over, but gently stretched out his jade hand, lifted the purple gold pot in front of him that had warmed the wine, and filled the two jade cups that had already been prepared with wine.

If you look closely, you will find that the two jade cups are very different from the ones used before, not to mention a little bigger, the jade cups are carved with a dragon and a phoenix, the posture is lifelike, each facing outward, right together, is a pair.

The bright yellow wine, slightly rippling in the jade cup, reflecting the moonlight in the sky, exuded bursts of fragrance, which suddenly made the cold Qiongtai a little warmer.

The man stood in place, did not say anything more, just looked at Yun Dongbai quietly, as if he was very patiently watching Yun Dongbai's every move.

Later, a smile appeared on the corner of Yundongbai's mouth, but for some reason, it faintly made people feel that it was not a smile that was born out of happiness, and there seemed to be a trace of pain hidden in it.

Then, Yundong's white moist lips moved, and he said lightly: "Xuanqing Zhenren is here, no one has a heart, I have prepared a glass of thin wine, and please enjoy the light." As he spoke, the jade palm flicked, and the carved dragon jade cup floated on the stone table in front of him, stopped in the air for a moment, and shot towards the Xuanqing real person at a very fast speed.

The carved dragon jade cup flew in front of the Xuan Qing people, not far or close, and suddenly retracted the castration, and stopped steadily, not a drop of the wine in it was spilled, not to mention, not even shaking.

Xuan Qingzhen looked at Yun Dongbai, then turned his gaze to the carved dragon jade cup in front of him, looked at it for a while, and then reached out to take it, gently put it on the end of his nose, and smelled the fragrance and said: "Xiaobai, the wine you make is getting more and more fragrant." ”

Yun Dongbai got up, seemed to sigh slightly, but still didn't look at Xuan Qingzhen, and also reached out and picked up the carved phoenix jade cup in front of him, lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the bright yellow wine in the cup, and said lightly: "Hundreds of years are like a day, and the technology will definitely become proficient." After a pause, he said: "The wine is really more and more fragrant." After speaking, he raised his hand and raised his wine glass, covered his face with his sleeve, drank it all, and then gestured to Xuan Qingzhen with the empty glass.

Xuan Qingzhen held the carved dragon jade cup, and there was a slight embarrassment in his eyes, but after hesitating for a moment, he also covered it with a Taoist robe and drank the wine in the cup.

In this process, Yun Dongbai never looked at Xuan Qingren, as if she didn't need to see with her eyes and knew his actions.

When Xuan Qingzhen had just finished drinking the glass of wine, Yun Dongbai lifted the purple gold pot on the stone table again, poured wine into the carved phoenix jade cup, put down the purple gold pot, picked up the wine glass again, and his eyes turned into a tenderness, and he threw himself at Xuan Qingzhen.

But seeing that Xuan Qingzhen forced a smile, put down the carved dragon jade cup in his hand, and said softly: "Xiaobai, Poor Dao has always been invincible to alcohol, why did you forget?"

Hearing this, Yun Dongbai turned his head and retracted his gaze, lowered his head slightly, looked at the carved phoenix jade cup in his hand, and suddenly raised his head, "Haha" smiled, the laughter was wild and presumptuous, echoing around on the Baizhang Qiong platform. Suddenly, his face turned cold again, his eyebrows raised, and he said sharply: "Xuan Qing Zhenren, I only remember that he himself is not strong enough to drink, but he forgot that I have to drink two cups of flower wine from Rhododendron Fairy Yundongbai." ”

When Xuan Qingzhen heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, his face showed helplessness, he looked at Yun Dongbai, frowned slightly, and had to hold the carved dragon jade cup in front of him with both hands.

Yun Dongbai's eyes moved slightly, and he flicked the purple gold pot with his palm, only to see a bright yellow water line shoot out from the spout, and drew a tactful arc in the air, crossed the distance, and flew into the carved dragon jade cup in the hands of Xuan Qing Zhenren.

Xuan Qingzhen looked at the wine in the cup, as if he thought for a while, before he slowly raised his gaze, looked at Yun Dongbai again, followed his hand up, sent the carved dragon jade cup in his hand forward, and said with a smile: "Xiaobai, this cup of wine, I respect you." ”

Yun Dongbai heard this, did not speak, his eyes moved slightly, his left hand brushed the cuff of his right hand, stretched out his hand to pick up the carved phoenix jade cup in front of him, and drank it again.

After the Xuan Qingren finished drinking the wine in the cup, he slowly stepped forward with the carved dragon jade cup, walked to the stone table, put down the jade cup gently, looked at Yun Dongbai deeply, and was about to speak, but saw that Yun Dongbai poured wine for his carved phoenix jade cup again.

At this time, Yun Dongbai's cheeks were already a little crimson, his jade fingers caressed the cup, and a pair of bright purple eyes were also blurred and ethereal, like a pool of deep invisible spring water, his hair was like a weeping willow swaying gently in the wind, his lips were slightly curled, and he was a little more charming in his actions.

Under such moonlight, she is completely like a delicate and blooming cloud brocade azalea, blooming with her beauty and vaguely revealing her tenderness.

Xuan Qingzhen saw it in his eyes, hesitated for a moment, or stepped forward slowly, gently pressed the carved phoenix jade cup with his hand, frowned, and said lightly: "Xiaobai, you are drunk, don't drink anymore, I still have something to say to you." ”

Yun Dongbai's eyes were slightly misty at this time, the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, his eyes skimmed, he glanced at Xuan Qingzhen, and quickly withdrew his gaze, there was a trace of resentment between his eyebrows, and said lightly: "If you have something to look for me? Can't you wait for me to drink an extra glass of wine? Do you know that I have been waiting for hundreds of years, but you can't wait for this moment." ”

Hearing this, Xuan Qingzhen frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally withdrew the hand pressed on the wine glass, but the corners of his mouth moved, and he still said lightly: "Little white ......."

Without waiting for Xuan Qingzhen to finish speaking, Yundong Baixian stretched out his hand, and he had already picked up the jade cup again, staring at the bright yellow in the cup, his eyes were like flowing water, and his wide sleeves were flying.

Xuan Qingzhen looked at Yun Dongbai's eyes, hesitated slightly, but still made up his mind, stretched out his sleeve robe, reached forward with his hand, gently snatched the wine glass, let out a slight sigh in his snort, and casually put the jade cup on the stone table.

Yun Dongbai did not insist on the jade cup that was taken away, but took advantage of the situation to sit back on the stone bench, his thin eyebrows gathered together slightly, his face revealed a bit of resentment, stared at the stone table in front of him for a moment, raised his hand, and raised his head to scatter the originally neat bun, fading the original spotless temperament.

Later, her slightly misty and deep purple eyes lowered again, looked at the pair of jade cups placed on the stone table, gently reached out to take them, and carefully matched them according to the carving, and gently put them together. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he sighed and said, "After hundreds of years, you have finally been able to see the light of day again." But do you still remember the days in Dongbai Mountain, picking flowers, making wine, watching the sunrise and sunset, looking at the clouds and rolling clouds, those happy and carefree days......" As he spoke, Yun Dongbai's hand holding the jade cup began to tremble, and the two jade cups were also touched "gurgling".

Xuan Qingzhen stood beside Yun Dongbai, with a bit of pain between his eyebrows, raised his head slightly, and looked at the waning moon.

Listening to Yun Dongbai's slightly trembling voice, he said: "At that time, I believed in all the promises, and I believed that we could watch the earth together, but in the end, it became a hundred zhang Qiongtai that I was alone in this cold palace! ”

The deep night, the bleak autumn, the soft words spoken eloquently, without a trace of tenderness, but like a sharp sword, penetrating whose heart?

A petal of a cloud brocade azalea, gently falling down,

Is that the moving of the wind and the falling flowers? or the lonely resentment.

It trembled in the wind, like a few helpless struggles in a sea of love.

It can't help but feel a little sad.

Xuan Qingzhen listened quietly, without any expression on his face, but under his robe, a clenched fist was trembling slightly.

After a long while, Xuan Qingzhen said in a trembling voice: "Xiaobai, I am the one who bears your ......." ”

When Yundong Bai heard this, his eyes were still staring at the pair of jade cups, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said sadly: "Yes, if you lose me, you will change my time for hundreds of years, and I will wait for hundreds of years." Xuan Qing Zhenren, the leader of today's righteous path, will definitely not lose the master, will not lose the Guiyun Temple, only bear me Yun Dongbai!"

A tear, gently, slipped from the corner of Yun Dongbai's eyes.

Before the heart is even aware of it, the tears have already fallen.

What kind of tear is that, a tear that has been endured for hundreds of years, a tear that fell for only one person, or a tear for a reluctant relationship?

It slid down, seemingly light and weightless, but Yun Dongbai felt its heaviness.

It carries hundreds of years of waiting, hundreds of years of sorrow.

It is like a bird with broken wings, no longer flying, and the only thing left may be yearning.

It slipped down and dripped silently into the jade cup, not even making a splash, and soon melted into the bright yellow and shiny, leaving no trace, who would remember?

As if it had never come.

How much can a tear carry?

How much does a tear weigh?

How long does it take for a tear to slip down?

Can it make people forget the past or get what they want?

In this world, there are many people who can make you laugh, but there is often only one person who can make you sad and cry.

There are always times when it is said that it is for the sake of love that they silently walk away, and who can say that the love in the midst of departure, waiting and despair?

Yun Dongbai picked up the wine glass and looked at the swaying bright yellow wine.

Suddenly, a sour feeling rose in her heart, while waiting, she was alone, and when that person came to her side, Huo Ran found that she was still alone.

Raising her head, perhaps a release, she drank alone this glass of wine that no one else could appreciate.

Whether it is bitter, salty, or sour, the taste may only be known by Yundongbai, she only feels that she still bears it alone.

Xuan Qingzhen stood aside, his body trembled slightly, and said lightly: "Xiaobai, I thought that after so many years, you had already let go." ”

Yun Dongbai reluctantly swallowed the glass of wine, put down the jade cup, bit his lip lightly, forcibly held back his emotions, and said lightly: "Since many years ago, you have always persuaded me to let go, but you have never persuaded yourself. The only thing you can put down is me. ”

Xuan Qingzhen was silent, as if he understood deeply, and all the words seemed pale and weak at this time. Yun Dongbai's emotions have been accumulated for hundreds of years, and it takes time to ease himself when he can vent today.

Seeing that Xuan Qingzhen didn't speak, Yun Dongbai continued to murmur: "You care about the world, the safety of the right path, and the cloud view, but there is no me in your heart." ”

After a while, Xuan Qingzhen raised his head and turned his gaze to the Guiyun Confession Bridge in the mist, which was long, as if he could no longer see it. For many years, I have been standing on the other side of the bridge, wandering, thinking, and letting go...... , and now finally walked to this end of the bridge, so I couldn't help but feel it, and sighed: "Xiaobai, I always knew that you were at the end of the Guiyun Regret Bridge." ”

Yun Dongbai let out a chuckle, with a bit of bitterness, shook his head lightly, and complained: "Guiyun Regret Bridge, Guiyun Regret Bridge, no matter how long the bridge is, it can't compare to the bridge length in my heart, that section of the bridge, you and I have walked for hundreds of years." After saying that, her purple eyes seemed to have lost their light, and they were so empty that people felt a kind of despair, or resentment.

After listening to Yun Dongbai, Xuan Qingzhen stood aside, closed his eyes slightly, slowly raised his head, and was silent in the cold sky.

Since the conversation, he seems to agree with every word Yun Dongbai said, but it is a kind of helplessness, or a kind of letting go, completely agreed.

Yun Dongbai was silent for a moment, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, a self-deprecating smile, and sighed: "I've disappointed you again, Great Immortal, humanity has been used for hundreds of years, and everything can be smoothed out, but my heart is still the same, and I still can't let go." ”

Yes, if this Yundongbai has really been put down a long time ago, why bother at the end of the Guiyun Confession Bridge, looking forward to hundreds of years, the world is so big, is there no place for a woman who is extremely persistent except for this cold Baizhang Qiongtai?

For a long time, Yun Dongbai didn't speak again, and Xuan Qingzhen was silent.

Many times, when you are looking forward to the things you are longing for, the people you are waiting for, after the real arrival and real appearance, you will find that in addition to the temporary catharsis of your emotions, everything will still be attached to indifference.

It's just because of the resentment, it's in the dream, it's when the flowers are blooming.

Resentment can follow the wind, the rain, and the thunder and lightning.

But when it comes to the mouth, it doesn't listen to it.

After Xuan Qingzhen slowly opened his eyes again, his expression seemed to be a little more calm, as if he had returned to the appearance of the fairy wind bones in the past, and after sighing slightly, he said, "Xiaobai, I didn't come to persuade you and save you." ”

Yun Dongbai also seemed to control his emotions, and after hearing this, he thought about it and said lightly: "For what?

Seeing that Xuan Qingzhen was silent, Yun Dongbai frowned slightly, and said: "I'm not a master, but I've never hated her, even from the beginning. Speaking of this, her tone seemed to be much calmer, and she said: "I have never fought with her." Maybe in the hearts of the two of us, what we hope is that you make your own choice, but what I didn't expect is that I waited for hundreds of years, and she waited until she died, but she couldn't wait for your answer. ”

As he spoke, Yundong's white eyebrows moved slightly, his mood fluctuated a little again, and he said in a trembling voice: "Don't you think that she and I are actually the same? You think that if you don't make a choice, you won't let anyone down, but because of this, in the end, you hurt two people." People in the world only say that immortals are difficult to cultivate, but they don't know that women are even more difficult!"

Xuan Qingzhen sighed slightly, but his sigh was obviously not what Yun Dongbai said, he raised his eyes and asked a low question to the misty clouds in the mountain, and said: "Ask the world, what is love?" It seems that at this moment, he has transcended the matter, incarnated as a bystander, an enlightened person.

Yun Dongbai didn't see Xuan Qingzhen's expression, she gasped lightly, and replied: "Love? In my Yun Dongbai's opinion, love is a thought of love and hate. After speaking, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned his head to look at Xuan Qingzhen, and said suspiciously: "Then, you, a great immortal, what do you think love is?"

Xuan Qingzhen turned his head, looked at Yun Dongbai's bright eyes, and said softly: "Xiaobai, greedy for red dust, like a boat in the bitter sea, swinging and drifting, how can you be free?" ”

Yun Dongbai also turned his head to look at the gathering azalea, and said, "Great Immortal, it seems that he has really let go and is detached." Since you're not here to tell me about Shui Ruoli, what are you here for? Could it be that you, the great immortal, want to soar in the daytime and say goodbye to me?"

Hearing this, Xuan Qingzhen turned his head, his eyes were auspicious, and the purple qi lingered around him, and he said lightly: "Xiaobai, in a few days, I will soar." ”

It was a joke, but knowing the truth at this time, Yun Dongbai's face turned pale, his body was shocked, Huo Ran stood up, looked at Xuan Qingzhen stupidly, and shook his head again and again.

For such an earth-shattering thunderbolt, for a woman who has been waiting for hundreds of years, how can she accept it, she was stunned for a while.

Dazedly, she was recalling every word of the conversation between the two of them, because she couldn't believe it was true, or rather, she didn't want to accept such a fact at all.