After Luo Yaozhan left the table, Mo Siqing returned to the appearance of a god in front of people, as faint as the moon, without saying a word, but no one could ignore his existence. The slender fingers pinched the wine cup lightly, and the thin lips were dyed with wine, like morning flowers dyed with dew, and a little holiness was born in the coldness. Coupled with the seemingly somewhat blurred eyes without focus, it is so intoxicating.

"This wine is very sweet, but it is not very intoxicating, Yaoyao's girl, how can she be so intoxicating. ”

Mo Siqing seemed to be muttering to herself, but her voice was not small, and everyone present could hear it.

"The name of this wine is 'Tang Pear', which is made from the begonia flowers of the Begonia Festival last year and the pear blossoms of early spring in March, and is brewed from the rain of the valley rain and the snow of the light snow, which is indeed unique. Song Chan took a sip of Tang pear wine, as if he was drinking tea, with a bit of Zen flavor, "Tang pear wine entrance, not drunk for a while, after a while, there will be drunk." Those who do not drink all year round are indeed drunk with a glass. Palace Master Mo doesn't have to worry.

"I see. Mo Siqing was silent for a long time, dipped her fingers in the wine cup, placed the wine cup in the center of the table, and said, "Miss Song seems to have something on her mind today." ”

"I'm afraid that girl is hurt. Song Chan only said this, and didn't say much, as if he didn't want to mention the past.

But Mo Siqing had to pry out the past tonight, and there were more surprising words.

"Miss Song is similar to Mrs. Ling's birth. Mo Siqing moved the pear blossom in the upper right corner, and the dripping wine from the wine cup before dripped on the pear blossom.

Song Chan paused for the wine cup that was brought to his lips, but his expression did not change:

"This child is born somewhat similar to her mother, but this temperament is too cold. ”

There was silence again.

The incense burner in the upper left corner is faintly smoky, the pear blossoms in the upper right corner seem to be misty, the pear blossoms on a plate of small dots in the lower left corner are exquisitely clear, and the wine cup in the center is silent and silent, only the lower right corner is empty.

It's just that Miss Song's face doesn't seem to be normal. Mo Siqing said again.

Song Chan didn't look out of the ordinary, just said casually:

"After Ember's mother left, she had an illness, and since then she has fallen ill, but her health is not as good as before. ”

"Hmm. Mo Siqing replied lightly, and the hand under his sleeve quietly untied the jade jue around his waist, "The deity also knows a little bit about medical skills,"

Song Chan seemed to expect what Mo Siqing was going to say next, his eyes tightened, and his right hand silently rested on the armrest of the wooden chair.

"I'm afraid that the daughter is not the root of the disease, but poisoning. ”

As soon as the words fell, the jade jue in Mo Siqing's hand was placed in the lower right corner of the vacancy in an instant, the light arrow came quickly, Mo Siqing's figure rose, his hands were sealed, and the five objects on the table suddenly haloed with brilliance, the pillar of light converged in the seal, the seal rose into the air, and the entire front hall was shrouded in a halo, Song Chan was in a fantasy for a moment, except for Mo Siqing, the rest of the people present fell into a coma.

Ten miles of flowers bloom, flowers bloom and snow, slowly descending from the clouds, ethereal and hazy. The breeze is coming slowly, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground and all over the sky, just like the long sheng song on the tall building in the distance. Song Chan walked slowly in the rain of flowers, his hair and shoulders were dyed with pear blossom snow, and his eyebrows were less rigid than those who should not be approached, and there was a little more warmth.

Er, separated by layers of flowers and rain, is like a heavy white silk, and the moon shadow is fluttering, sprinkling white frost on the ground. The sound of the piano came from nowhere, in a trance, wisps, looming, like a faint fragrance.

Song Chan turned around and looked into the distance, there seemed to be a layer of mist in front of him, he wanted to see clearly, but it was always like being in the clouds, and his eyes were hazy.

Faintly, between the sparse shadows and horizontal oblique, a woman in a yellow shirt dances leisurely and lightly, like a dream, like a fantasy, picking up three points of moonlight, turning into a streamer at the fingertips; The bun is shaking exquisitely and softly, as if it is wearing a ring to strike each other, Ling Ling Qingyue, and the ethereal sound of the piano, as if the fairy sound is coming.

Song Chan's heart trembled, and a touch of shock came to his eyes. He ran forward quickly, his wide sleeves fluttering like snowy pear blossoms, light smoke, still like fog lingering, the dancing people were obviously in front of him, but he could not see clearly or touch.

"Brother Song......"

A distant, ethereal voice came, and the voice of the deceased was like a real and illusory voice, like a cry, surrounded on all sides. Song Chan was in it, and there seemed to be a heavy hammer in the sea of knowledge, and the old memories of the past were instantly plunged for thousands of miles.

He knew that his Ah Li was dead, and even his soul was shattered. But at this moment, when he heard such a voice, it clearly came into his ears and shook his soul, and the vague figure in the yellow shirt was as immature and young as he first saw it, this was the figure he thought about day and night, and it was the person in his heart who was haunted by his dreams. He thought, if this is a game, let him stay in the game, die in the game, and look at the face of the old man until he returns to chaos.

"A-Li!"

The voice of "Brother Song......" is still ethereal, as if in the sky, but the dancing figure has already dissipated.

"Ah Li, are you back......" Song Chan didn't notice it, and the tears in his eyes were already falling.

The sound of the piano continues, like crying and complaining, like a beautiful woman crying, singing softly. As soon as the sound of the piano turned, it gradually became stronger, as if a big dream was coming, and the old people would return.

"Brother Song, the song is here. ”

Song Chan was stunned, he didn't turn around for a long time, and the tears accumulated in his eyes were like rain. The woman behind her smiled smartly, looking forward to the brilliance, she was pretty and gentle in a yellow shirt, moving with the wind. In the rain of flowers, the world is picturesque.

Song Chan turned around and hugged Li Ge, but the next moment, the woman in his arms turned into green smoke, and in an instant, she was behind her again.

"Ah Li, you're back......"

Song Chan wanted to ask, where has she been for more than 500 years, and whether she is doing well, why don't she come back to take a look? Perhaps, he knew that everything in front of him was just a dream, just his own self-deception.

"Brother Song, Ge'er was gone five hundred years ago, you know. Now, I'm just a wisp of soul, and I came to this world just to see you again. Li Ge still looked at him with a smile, but a tear fell from the corner of his eye. The voice was slightly desolate, like an autumn song.

"Ah Li, you still have to go. Song Chan's face showed panic and he took a few steps forward.

"Brother Song, there is no feast in the world, why should you be persistent. Rige sighed, "Forget about me." Stop torturing yourself, stop torturing others, it's time for it to pass. ”

"It's over......" Song Chan repeated these words, and gradually gave birth to an extremely bitter smile, "Ah Li, without you, I was secretly living every day, how could it have passed?"

Li Ge shook his head, his brows furrowed slightly, and sighed:

"Why bother not to come to your senses. I exchanged my life for Shenshan City, how could Brother Song bear to destroy it? ”

"The Shenshan City that I exchanged for half my life, the Shenshan City that you exchanged for your life," Song Chan was a little crazy, "Then why not if I exchange it for you!"

The sound of the piano suddenly turned urgent, like the sound of cracking silk, and like Jin Ge colliding. The illusion suddenly collapsed, and he was now in the backyard. With Song Chan as the center, pear blossoms rose one after another, and the woman in the yellow shirt retreated quickly, still inevitably injured by this power, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of her mouth.

"Ash, are you alright? ”

Song Tangyan, who was dressed in a yellow shirt, leaned on Yexi's body, although he was not exactly the same as Li Ge, his appearance was eight points similar. At this time, he was slightly injured, and his face was extremely pale.

Luo Yaozhan and Mo Siqing stood side by side, Luo Yaozhan poured ink in his hand and the sound of the piano was ethereal, and the jade flute in Mo Siqing's hand also whimpered and sounded with the piano. The flute and the song came to an abrupt end for a while, and the illusion completely collapsed.