On the edge of the empty forest, the leaves fall silently, and by the quiet pool, the water waves are not alarmed.

Zilan was wearing a dark blue robe, with a wooden hairpin on his head, a few strands of broken hair hanging down on his forehead, his expression was dusty, and his face was cold, like a figure walking out of a painting.

She stood by the quiet pool, and she had been reading "Nanhua" in her hand for a long time, but she had never turned a page.

"There is no need to read this "Nanhua" anymore!"

Zilan closed the scripture, rubbed the worn paper a few times, and then gently threw it, and the scripture flew out of her hand and fell into the still pool.

The scriptures seem to be a layer of light through which they have not stirred up a single wave on the water.

Zilan seemed to be very satisfied with the calmness of the pond water, bowed slightly, and said, "Good!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, a gust of wind came from afar, startling the leaves of the empty forest, bypassing behind Zilan, and blowing the water of the still pool.

Zilan raised her hand and brushed over the pool, wanting to smooth out the ripples, but she didn't want the Nanhua Sutra to float from the bottom of the pool, completely separated from the water surface.

It's like saying, your stuff has dropped.

"Since I threw it away, there is no reason to pick it up again. ”

Zilan turned around and walked towards the pale green bamboo mat under the empty forest, she picked up the dust on the mat, waved it a few times in the air, and slowly sat down.

The wind came from all directions, swept through the empty forest, and the sound it brought was getting louder and louder, and the leaves in the forest were too disturbing to fall from the branches.

After a while, a thin layer of fallen leaves was spread on the bamboo mat.

Zilan picked up a leaf and put it in her sleeve, and then picked up a leaf and put it in her sleeve......

When there was no longer a single leaf to be found on the bamboo mat, the wind suddenly stopped.

Zilan raised her head, looked at the trees in the forest, and said lightly: "I haven't fallen so many leaves or blown so much wind in a hundred years, Jingchi doesn't want to accept me a copy of Nanhua, and you don't want to lend me a touch of shade?"

The empty forest was silent, and there was no response.

Zilan lowered her head, and inadvertently saw a fallen leaf stuck to her chest, deeply imprinted in her robe.

"You say you're deceiving your heart, but how do you know that the poor way isn't deceiving people?"

Zilan lowered her eyes, and saw that the leaves on the robe were divided into two pieces, which were darker than the previous seal.

Zilan pursed her lips slightly, got up and paced to the front of the Jing Chi, pinched her hands with her hands, and between the ten fingers dancing, a seal was formed in the air and entered the Jing Chi.

"What's the explanation?" Zilan asked, looking at the pool.

Suddenly, light and shadow intertwined on the water, creating a blurry picture that slowly became clear as time passed.

Zilan waited for a long time before she could see the scene clearly.

Under a majestic ancient tree, there was a giant dragon resting on its stomach, with a hideous laceration wound on its left eye, and a red rope tied to its left paw, and the other end of the red rope could not be seen.

"There is no real dragon to be found in this world. ”

Zilan sealed again, and a Dao seal that was more complicated than just now entered the static pool.

A ripple rippled across the water, and a new picture emerged.

There was a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the earth.

Lilies bloom everywhere in the world, and among the countless lilies, an old man with a kind face is very serious about knotting the red rope.

Zilan frowned lightly and asked uncertainly, "Is this ...... Old?"

The picture disappeared in an instant, everything returned to its original state, and the uncertainty in Zilan's heart seemed to have a clear answer.