And the reason why he is so sure that Qing Ge is not Qing Ge is because he has witnessed everything six years ago, he knows Qing Ge's whereabouts, and he knows that Qing Ge has been sealed at the bottom of Qingyin Lake.

The Baili Festival was still immersed in the memories of six years ago, and suddenly his mind was disturbed by the sound of light and dust. Because he heard He Guang Tongchen raise his head slightly and say to the snow phantom bird, "The poor monk loves her only in this life." ”

Hurriedly raised his head, Baili Festival saw the snow phantom bird raise its head for a long time, and then fluttered its wings and flew, raising the falling snow that covered the sky and closed its eyes, when the snow and fog dissipated, there was a woman in red clothes with long hair like ink standing on the ice and snow, the woman smiled lightly, the pear vortex sank lightly, and slowly stretched out her hand towards Heguang Tongchen, and her voice was as good as a silver bell, "Are you willing to go with me?"

Baili Sai saw that Heguang Tongchen was slightly stunned, and then showed a doting smile that he had never seen before, slowly raised his sleeves, and reached out to hold the pale but soft palm of the "painting heart".

"Painting the Heart" led Heguang Tongchen to walk slowly in front, and the corners of Baili Festival's lips suddenly evoked a cold smile.

In fact, there is a third situation where he can't get out of the Snow Ruins Illusion, and he hasn't had time to tell Heguang Tongchen yet.

If there is only love in his heart, and it is love, the snow phantom bird will still transform according to the person he loves, and when he holds the hand of the snow phantom bird, the snow phantom bird can sense all the fantasies about the loved one in his heart.

After that, the snowfield was so vast that as he walked, he would forget that it was a vain. What he can't get in reality, he can get it here, so in the end, even if the snow phantom bird leads him to the end of the snow ruin fantasy, he will be reluctant to let go of "her" hand.

Therefore, even if he does not get lost in the illusion of snow ruins, he will be lost in his own vain desires.

The snowfields are long, and the long road is lonely.

Baili Sai quietly followed behind Heguang Tongchen, he waited quietly, he wanted to see the desire in Heguang Tongchen's heart, he wanted to see everything that happened to Heguang Tongchen and "Painting Heart", but he only saw the pair of shallow figures slowly walking side by side.

No superfluous dialogue, no superfluous action.

It seems that walking with her all the way like this is all the desires in the heart of the light and dust.

The Hundred Mile Festival was unexpected, and the snow phantom bird was also unexpected, it had lived in this snow ruin illusion for hundreds of thousands of years, bewildered countless men, and seen countless hearts, but no one had ever been as clean as the man in front of him.

Snow Phantom Bird can feel that there is love in Heguang Tongchen's heart, and it is a strong and hot love, he has her clear face in his heart, and she also has a smile, but there is no trace of selfish desire, his love is the true and pure that it has never seen.

After each snow phantom bird transforms into the person in the heart of others, it will temporarily seal itself and act exactly according to the desires of the person holding the hand, and its words, deeds, smiles and smiles are all thoughts in that person's heart, and it must not and cannot make assertions.

And this time, after transforming into something else, the Phantom Snow Bird had its own consciousness for the first time, the ice in its heart seemed to be slowly melting, and in the goose feather snow, it suddenly turned its head to look at the light and dust, and involuntarily asked, "You obviously like me, why do you never say it?"

Qinglingling's voice broke the silence of stepping on the snow under his feet, and when he turned his head with light and dust, he saw "Painting Heart" staring at Yingying's eyes and staring at him, with an innocent face and a trace of confusion in his eyes.

knew that it wasn't her, but looking at the familiar eyebrows and eyes, He Guang Tongchen still couldn't help but feel soft in his heart, but he just smiled and didn't answer "her".

He knew that Huaxin would never ask him that.

So, the snow phantom bird heard the answer from the bottom of his heart: because you can't ask, I don't want to answer. Because you don't want to know, I won't say.

The snow phantom bird asked, "Why don't you let go if you know that you can't get it?"

He Guang Tongchen's eyebrows moved slightly, and there was still a shallow smile on his face, softer than the snowflakes in the sky, and the snow phantom bird heard him say slowly in his heart:

I want to do it because I have a disturbed heart;

I don't say it, because I'm afraid you're in a dilemma.

If you can't have it, why bother. You don't need to know many things, but if you're well, I'll rejoice.

The Snow Phantom Bird was a little stunned, why was he different from all the men it had ever seen?

The illusion of snow ruins buries all the negative people in the world.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Kyushu river god Zhou Linghan, who was born by heaven and earth, was driven by the way of heaven and earth.

Suddenly, one day, the river god of Kyushu moved his heart.

She fell in love with a cultivator.

But I can't love it.

She chased him for thousands of years, walked the path he walked, walked the bridge he walked, she accompanied him through the wind and frost, accompanied him through the rain and snow, until she accompanied him to the right fruit of cultivation and incarnated into a Buddha.

There is no possibility with her in this life.

At that time, she suddenly felt that it was so difficult to get someone to love.

Men in the world are cold, so from now on, she doesn't want to love anyone anymore.

After being hurt emotionally, the river god Zhou Linghan froze her heart, thinking that in this way she would be indestructible. Since then, the rivers of Kyushu have been frozen and snowstorms have been falling for months.

Those who violate the way of heaven will not be tolerated by heaven and earth.

Therefore, the god of the Kyushu River was condemned by the Heavenly Dao and buried her bones in the polar glaciers, because she was deeply sinful, and after her death, the Heavenly Dao left her immortal, so that she suffered the bitter cold of eternity.

Back then, the one who came to do the right thing for heaven was precisely the holy Buddha loved by the river god of Kyushu.

On that day, he came west by golden light, stepped on the red lotus, raised his hand, flicked his fingers, closed his eyes, plucked his prayer beads, and sounded Amitabha, the red lotus burned all over the rivers of Kyushu, and the hundred rivers melted, but he alone could not melt the last snowy area in front of the polar Beichuan.

Later, there was the Snow Ruins Fantasy.

Legend has it that the Snow Ruins Illusion is the ice heart of the Kyushu River God, and there is nothing to break except for the truth.

Later, the resentment of the river god accumulated in the snow ruin illusion for a long time, and over time, it turned into a snow phantom bird, which can conjure all shapes and confuse people's hearts.

Each snow phantom bird is a wisp of resentment from the river god, and like the river god, they have a frozen heart, indifference, and ruthlessness. They are hostile to the world, to men.

The snow phantom bird, which can be transformed into a painting heart, holds a palm that is warm to the light and dust, feels the temperature of his palm, but feels that his heart is slowly melting.

The Snow Phantom Bird knows that if the heart is gone, it will die with it.

This is obviously the breath of death, but the warm heart of the snow phantom bird floated with a trace of indescribable joy, it looked sideways at Heguang Tongchen and smiled brilliantly, it looked at Heguang Tongchen, as if to carve his handsome face inch by inch into his heart.

The white shirt like snow, the eyebrows and eyes like ink, the gentleness like water, and the warmth like fire, is really the most beautiful man in the world it has ever seen.