Morning and evening temple, inner hall.

Ye Xuan was sipping tea while staring at a painting on the wall.

This is an ancient painting, the painting is a teenager, Zhong Lingyuxiu, like a fairy in the people, the painting skills are not amazing, not the young man's god, but the boy in this painting is more than a thousand years ago he is.

Master Minghai pronounced a Buddha horn in a peaceful tone: "I was outside the hall just now, and as soon as I saw the donor, I remembered the person in the painting. ”

"The donor's aura is a hundred times more stunning than the person in this painting, but this appearance is no different from the person in this painting. ”

Ye Xuan stared, he had already guessed who made this painting. Yunu, is that you? It's been more than a thousand years, and time flies so fast.

"The master invited me to come to the inner hall, I'm afraid it's not to taste tea and look at calligraphy and paintings, right?"

Master Minghai nodded, and said:

"This painting was left by the lady who founded the temple in the first place, and it was nothing, but about five years ago, we suddenly received another painting and a letter, and the man on the painting was exactly the same as this ancient painting. ”

"The person who sent them also left a note saying that we should meet the person in the painting and that we must give him the letter. ”

As he spoke, Master Minghai took out a letter and a scroll from his bosom and handed them over.

It wasn't until Ye Xuan took it that he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had fulfilled some long-cherished wish.

"We have asked experts in calligraphy and painting, and after identification, the tone of the person who sent the thing is almost the same as this ancient painting, which means that the person who painted that painting 1,300 years ago may still be alive in the world, but this is impossible......"

"How can a man live for more than a thousand years?"

Master Minghai raised his eyebrows, obviously unable to let go of this strange thing.

"There are some things that our Buddhists call cause and effect, the old man usually rarely goes out of this inner hall, but today he is like a demon, until he met the donor just now, his mind is like a thunderbolt in the sky, and he suddenly realized in an instant, maybe this is the will of heaven in the underworld!"

Speaking of this, Master Minghai clasped his hands together and sighed slightly:

"Amitabha, there are many things in the world that are difficult to explain. ”

Ye Xuan opened the painting, and he could be sure in an instant that this painting was indeed from the hand of the woman back then, and the drawing paper was very new, and it was only a few years old to see the pen and ink, could it be that she... Still alive?

Ye Xuan couldn't believe that being able to live on earth for hundreds of years was already considered a genius, not to mention that she was just a weak female streamer at the beginning, and she didn't have the slightest immortal cultivation!

He couldn't wait to open the letter, there were only two sentences on the letter, but it made Ye Xuan stunned.

"Ninth Master, it's been more than a thousand years, do you still remember the old man?

My face has not changed, only because of you.

- Jade Slave"

Ye Xuan's face changed indifferently, his body trembled slightly, and even his breathing became much heavier. His thoughts went back to more than a thousand years, back to the night before Ma Weipo, the night of swords and swords.

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......

At this moment, the Bird's Nest Gymnasium in Shangjing is crowded with people.

Miss Yang Sixuan's "Missing" All-China Tour, the first stop is here, and the Bird's Nest Stadium, which can accommodate 100,000 people, is full.

Off the stage, crazy fans waved glow sticks and expressed their admiration to the beautiful women on stage.

"Sixuan, we love you!"

"Sixuan, the singing is so good. ”

"Sixuan, you are the best!"

"Sixuan, you are my goddess, we call you crazy!!"

Yang Sixuan, the top diva in the Chinese music and dance scene, won the "Voice of China" championship five years ago, signed a contract with Datang Entertainment Company, and in just five years, he conquered the audience across the country with his outrageously beautiful appearance, impeccable singing skills and dance, and became a recognized "national treasure-level artist" in the Chinese music scene.

After some singing and dancing, Yang Sixuan was drenched in sweat, his face was flushed, and he was panting slightly, which did not affect the beauty of the goddess at all, but made him even more intoxicated.

"Thank you all for coming to my concert, I love you, thank you for your support. ”

Yang Sixuan waved at the fans in the audience, causing another burst of cheers.

"Many people call me a goddess, in fact, everyone thinks of me too well, I am just a very ordinary girl, I can cry and laugh, I will be sad, I will be depressed, I will cry... Miss. ”

"I once said that I entered the entertainment industry just to find someone!"

Suddenly, Yang Sixuan's heart suddenly ached, and her lowered eyes revealed a faint sadness, more than a thousand years, Ninth Master, do you still remember the jade slave?

She raised her head and faced the 100,000 audience, her lips opened lightly, and the sentimentality in her voice continued to amplify, transmitted to every corner of the bird's nest through the top speakers.

"Actually, there is also a male god living in my heart, this [missing] national tour, I hope to meet him, I have waited for that day, I have waited for too long, too long......"

As soon as Yang Sixuan's words came out, many male fans felt cold, but this still couldn't stop them from being crazy infatuated with Yang Sixuan.

"When Si Xuan first entered the entertainment industry, she said that she wanted to stand in the most brilliant place and let her male god see her!"

"Do you think there really is that person? It's been five years, and that person hasn't appeared, our family Si Xuan is so good, will anyone be able to resist Si Xuan's temptation?"

"I guess it's fake!"

"I also think that this must be Sixuan's excuse, a beautiful girl, mixed in the entertainment industry, naturally you have to be extra careful. ”

"Yes, I also think that no one can be worthy of Sixuan. ”

The fans in the audience had a lot of discussions, and they were already surprised by the man Yang Sixuan said.

Yang Sixuan picked up the microphone, smiled faintly, and said softly:

"According to the usual practice, the last song [Myth of the Star and Moon] is given to everyone, and also to the male god I will never forget!"

She looked up, and the light shone on her beautiful face, and under her long eyelashes, a pair of eyes as bright as pearls, which seemed to brew a pot of fine wine, which could melt people in an instant.

At this moment, faint music sounded, and her soft voice sounded:

The best scene of my life

It's to meet you

Quietly staring at you in the vast sea of people

Strange and familiar

Despite breathing the breath of the same sky

But I can't hug you

If you have changed your spatiotemporal identity and name

I wish I could know your eyes

Where will you be in a thousand years

What kind of scenery is around?

......

Our story isn't pretty

But it's so hard to forget

Despite breathing the breath of the same sky

But I can't hug you

If you have changed your spatiotemporal identity and name

I wish I could know your eyes

......

......

Where will you be in a thousand years

What kind of scenery is around?

Our story isn't pretty

But it's so hard to forget

If we were brave together

Will it end differently

Will you also have a thousand words

Buried in silent dreams

......

......

As the end of the note slowly fell, there were tears in Yang Sixuan's eyes, she covered her face lightly and murmured:

"Ninth Master, it's been a thousand years, I'm back, where are you?"

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