Chapter Seventy-Three: A Laughing Life

Jinghua raised his hand to make a hole in the void, and after he escaped in, the void was complete again.

In an instant, Jinghua has come to another world, the sound of the tide rising and falling in her ears sounded, floating lightly on the rising waves, when the waves beat on the beach, people have flown down on a small island, the island is full of blooming roses, there is a stone statue standing in the rose bush, Jinghua stands in front of the stone statue.

"Jinghua has seen Master Yan Xiao. ”

The surface of the stone statue slowly shattered, and then fell off, and a man in green clothes stood with his hands in his hands.

"Flowers laugh at life, and swallows laugh at old people. ”

"Before you, I went through the "Last Dharma" once, when I was like you, but in the end my body was torn apart, and I created this great desolation because since then, my mind has been as still as water. ”

"Jinghua, I haven't seen you for a thousand years, and you are blind now. ”

"It's better to stay in this great wilderness like me, you change your name to Huaxiao, and I will be Yanxiao, wouldn't it be wonderful like this. ”

"Why don't you see Miss Tang Wan?"

Jinghua held the guqin in both hands, "Although Jinghua is blind, but her body is safe, I came to the Great Wilderness Realm today, just to ask Master Yan Xiao to save Tang Wan." ”

Master Yan Xiao took the guqin in Jinghua's hand, "Miss Tang Wan's soul is indeed in this guqin, and I can renew her soul incarnation." ”

"It's just that her memories are not kept, and I can't be sure where her soul will end up. ”

Jinghua hugged her fists and smiled: "This is enough, this is enough, Jinghua thanked Yan for smiling." ”

Master Yan smiled and waved his hand and smiled, "It's just a matter of raising your hands." ”

"Now that the world is chaotic, you really don't consider staying in the Great Desolate Realm?"

Jinghua: "There are fetters in the heart, and it is difficult to obey fate." ”

Yan smiled at the master: "Flowers laugh at life, Yan laughs at the old man." ”

"When the flower laughs, when does the swallow laugh. ”

"Hahaha......"

"Then you will stay in the Great Wilderness for three days. ”

"I have prepared three glasses of bitter wine for you, one a day for you. ”

"These three cups of wine are bitter, the cups are as bitter as life, after three days, you want to leave or stay, it's all up to you. ”

Master Yan Xiao stroked the guqin, the sound of the piano was long, the roses were flying, the guqin was suspended in the air, and the roses gathered into the appearance of a woman.

The woman was voiceless, with only a vague outline.

A rose petal slashed Jinghua's cheek, and a drop of blood floated in the air, and then slowly dipped into the guqin.

"Use a drop of your blood to awaken the sleeping soul of Miss Tang Wan. ”

"Play a song for Miss Tang Wan, maybe this is the last time you will play for her. ”

"What the rest of the life will be like, no one knows. ”

Jinghua stepped lightly on the void, he stroked the guqin, a song of orchid.

When the piano sounded, time seemed to go back to that April a thousand years ago, April was red with peach blossoms, fine wine was red with a red face, a jar of peach blossoms was drunk with peach blossoms, a few red petals were stained on the sideburns coiled on one side, and she lay sideways under the peach tree.

His eyes were as moist as water, his delicate face was slightly tired, and he sat with his back against the peach tree, holding a guqin in his arms.

"With you, life is beautiful. He smiled slightly.

She smiled, and the red peach blossoms danced gently.

Under the peach tree, the ground is full of red peach blossoms.

A jar of wine, with a strong aroma, is her favorite peach blossom brew.

A song of Youlan is her favorite song......

The song is not finished, her heart is broken, where is her favorite peach blossom brew? Can she listen to this song of Youlan? Now her eyes are blind, and now she has no time to look at her, what will be the rest of her life? But we can meet again.

"Tang Wan. ”

"Tang Wan. ”

"Bell ......"

The strings of the guqin have been broken, and this song has not been played.

Now I only see roses flying, but I don't see red peach blossoms flying.

His eyes were blind, and he couldn't see the dancing roses.

In his heart, only three thousand red peach blossoms are undefeated.

"With you, life is beautiful. ”