With a faint smile on his face, the man in the green shirt looked at the sea of flowers in front of him that was about to wither, he waved his sleeves, and a pair of guqin appeared in his hand out of thin air.

"If Qingmei were here, I would definitely be like this. The man in the green shirt smiled and muttered to himself.

He sat on the ground, the guqin lay flat, and under the caress of his hands, a wisp of ethereal piano sound, at his fingertips, slowly emerged.

The moment the sound of the piano sounded, the bleak autumn wind also stopped in an instant, and it seemed that even the autumn wind was intoxicated by the sound of the qin, and no longer went away, but stayed near the guqin, listening quietly.

There is a faint sadness in the sound of the piano, but more, it is a tenacious vitality, the sound of the piano slowly spreads in all directions, and where it passes, the flowers that have been withering for a long time have bloomed again at the moment when the piano sound has been caressed, and the splendor that has been near has returned again.

If you look down from the sky, with the green-shirted gray-haired young man as the center, this sea of flowers that was originally on the verge of extinction is like spring returning to the earth, and the vigorous vitality fills this land.

In this bleak autumn day, there is an impossible scene, this spring, forced in the autumn, smashed a gap, this opening is getting bigger and bigger.

For a long time, in this sea of flowers, all the flowers that once withered bloomed again as if they were reborn.

Its fragrance, as before!

The butterflies that were originally a little silent also showed signs of flying after the sea of flowers bloomed again, and the feast that had passed away reappeared at this moment, although they did not know what was happening.

But they know that spring is back.

"Spring and autumn, spring and autumn, spring and autumn death!"

The young man in the green shirt read softly, as if he had an understanding, and after a long time, his eyes became clear again, he stood up, and with a slight call, the guqin turned into a cyan streamer and disappeared into his eyebrows.

At that moment, if someone saw the center of his eyebrows, they might find that there were several extremely mysterious marks, layer upon layer, imprinted into the depths of the eyebrows, but it was also possible that they would find nothing, as smooth as the forehead of an ordinary person, and there was nothing unusual.

"Huh. ”

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the young man in the green shirt, and his eyes turned slightly, looking into the distance.

He saw that at the edge of the sea of flowers, there was a forest, and among them, there was a butterfly, not like those butterflies dancing in the sea of flowers, but chose to stay on a leaf, never moved by the vision in the sea of flowers.

The man in the green shirt did not reveal the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power on his body, just like a mortal, but when he walked, he revealed an extreme calmness, as if there was nothing in this heaven and earth that could move him.

He walked slowly to the tree and looked up at the butterfly on the green leaves.

For a long time, he turned his left hand, and a translucent compass suddenly appeared in his hand, this compass is only the size of a palm, the shape is simple, octagonal, in the middle of the compass, there is a butterfly, as if sleeping, if you look carefully, the appearance of this butterfly and the butterfly that now stays on the leaves, very similar.

The man in the green shirt pondered for a long time, but he did not have the heart to catch the butterfly on the green leaf because of this, even if he knew that there must be a trace of cause and effect between this butterfly and the butterfly in his compass that even he didn't know, he still chose so.

He saw a trace of spirituality in the green leaf where the butterfly always stayed, and the young man in the green shirt stared at the butterfly and the leaf.

After a long time, there was also a hint of emotion on his face, which seemed to be as quiet as a mountain.

In the whole forest, only the green leaves where the butterfly stays, with a trace of spirituality, the butterfly in the eyes of many people, has always been a mysterious thing, if this scene falls in the eyes of ordinary monks, but there will be no peculiarity, with the mysterious ability of the butterfly, in this forest, sense this spiritual leaf, it is not surprising.

But only when he cultivates like this, can he see that this green leaf has no spirituality, just an extremely ordinary leaf, and the spirituality that is produced now is precisely because of the butterfly that falls on it.

Butterflies, to this green leaf, there is love!

The spirit of Aoba was born for this love!

The affection of the butterfly, the green leaf, may know, maybe touch.

It's just that the butterfly will never be able to understand all this, between the butterfly and the leaf, close at hand, but it seems to be far away from the end of the world!

In the eyes of the young man in the green shirt, there was a hint of emotion, he pinched the trick with his right hand slightly, and played a spiritual trick, quietly blending into the green leaves, this spirit trick seems simple, but in fact, the requirements for cultivation have reached an incredible height, and his cultivation has only been able to be performed so far.

This spiritual trick can allow this spirit of Aoba to have a chance to communicate with this butterfly before the end of this Aoba life.

Although this spirit of green leaves was born, it was difficult to escape the reincarnation of leaves.

The four seasons of the year are a cycle for Ye.

This green leaf, originally without a thousand years of practice, could not produce spiritual wisdom, let alone communicate with other things, but the coming of winter, is the time when this green leaf is forever silent, it cannot escape the fate of the leaf.

It's just that all this is impossible, but under the young man in the green shirt, there is a turn of fate, so that the fate of the butterfly and the leaf will have the possibility of meeting at some point in the future.

The fate that will only appear after thousands of years of condensation has quietly descended in this autumn wind.

It's just that this season, when fate comes, it is also the time when fate ends.

The young man in the green shirt quietly looked at the butterflies and green leaves, as if he was looking at his own past, and there was infinite deep meaning in his eyes.

For a long time, the moment he turned around, a drop of crystal glittered from the corner of his eye.

No one knows who these tears are for.

When the man in the green shirt stared at it, Shi Ye looked at the man quietly, without the slightest feeling of fear, it felt that it should have seen this person, but no matter how it thought about it, it did not have the slightest impression.

Shi watched the cyan figure fade away in the sea of flowers, its eyes were a little confused, and it kept looking at the figure until it disappeared into the distance.

This sea of flowers, which is still blooming in the autumn wind, has a sense of time and space confusion, and it also makes many butterflies, for the first time, still able to fly in late autumn.

The wind is getting colder, and the wind of late autumn blows through the sea of flowers and trees, and everywhere it goes, it brings only patches of barrenness.

This sea of flowers, re-blooming for less than ten days, in this cold wind as cold as a knife, has withered again.

The butterfly flock, also in this increasingly cold, finally came to the end of its life.

With each passing day, the shadows that once flew were much diminished, and they died not alone, and there were those withered flowers by their side, and they seemed to sleep with the flowers, into a deep sleep that would never wake up.

Flowers and butterflies are buried together!

Butterflies love flowers, whether flowers are like butterflies!

Stone is sad in its heart, it looks at its companions day by day, and gradually dies, and it can also feel that maybe in a few days, it will also die like its companions.

Its sadness is even more for the green, which was originally full of vitality in the emerald green, but now it is gradually becoming yellow, and it doesn't even dare to stay by the side of the green, for fear that the green will not be able to bear it.

It rests on a branch and is accompanied by green.

Many of the leaves that have grown up with the green have broken away from the branches and turned into fallen leaves, and they have been swept away by the autumn wind, and they don't know where they will fly.

Shi is worried, maybe one day, Qing will be the same.

Every day, Shi could feel the weakening of Qing, and gradually, Qing's body had all turned yellow, and even the edges of the leaves were slightly curled, and Qing's life was coming to an end.

The sadness in Shi's heart could not be suppressed, but it never dared to show it, it was afraid that Qing would be sad, it was afraid that Qing would leave it suddenly, and it was afraid that it would never have the opportunity to be with Qing again.

Late autumn is followed by winter, and for many lives, winter is the end of everything, and even if you survive autumn, you can't survive winter.

What is after winter, is there hope? There is no answer.

For many lives, it is never possible to know that after winter will be a spring of hope, and they will welcome the boundless despair that precedes this hope.