A piece of rhododendron under the hillside has bloomed, the green mountains in the distance have been washed by the spring rain and are as green as jade, a pair of butterflies fly into the flowers, and fly out, the mountains and forests are lonely, as if they have been outside the red dust. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info However, just down the hillside, a hillside was built. The lodge has no name and is empty over the door frame.

A woman in a floor-length dress approached with extraordinary grace. Although her years have passed, she is unwilling to hide the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes with powder. Her beauty and elegance are like a long white cloud outside the distant mountains, but her eyes carry a sunny confidence. Topaz seemed to have suddenly become infatuated. He had never seen such a woman, nor had he ever imagined that a woman would be able to maintain such extraordinary beauty after the loss of youth. "Welcome to Nameless Hills," she looked at him with a smile, her voice just as elegant. "The rain stopped on the eve, and you came today, just in time for the flowers to bloom. "It's a pity that topaz is not here to enjoy the flowers. On the smooth cypress floor, there is an antique low table, and in the bottle are three or five white camellias, which have already bloomed with eight petals. Topaz did not look at the flowers. He was looking at the magical, elegant, and beautiful woman sitting on the brocade pier across from him.

Now even if he used all his strength to prevent himself from looking, it would be very difficult for him to take his eyes off her all of a sudden. The spring breeze outside the corridor is as gentle as water, and the gentle twilight like spring water has gradually fallen. The white porcelain jar is painted with 20 peonies with colored glaze. This is a real flower carving, a twenty-year-old top flower carving, and the topaz has drunk a jar. One altar is finished, and another altar remains.

"Why don't you drink it anymore?" asked the woman, "you should also know that it is rare to be able to drink this wine." "Good wine is hard to come by. There were few times when she did not speak, but now she did not speak, for suddenly there was an ethereal, faint and soft sound of the piano in the distance, a sound that would become temporarily speechless to anyone who heard it. -- Is there a sound when a flower opens? Can anyone hear what it is? -- Is there a sound when a flower falls? There is no sound when the flower falls, and there is no sound when the intestines break. The woman quietly looked at the white camellia in the bottle, and her face looked like the eight-petaled camellia, pure, beautiful, and pale, one by one, petals, and one on top of each other. The petals suddenly spread out. With a flick of her fingers, the petals spread out, and the flowers rained in color, scattered in front of Topaz's eyes, scattering Topaz's eyes.

Between her two fingers she had picked up a flower branch, and with a shake of the branch, it pierced Topaz's eyes, and no one could describe the method she had used at this moment. Indescribable lightness, indescribable elegance, indescribable spiciness! a spicy that is almost perfect. In the heavens on earth, perhaps only such a woman can make this kind of technique. If Topaz's eyes were blinded, he should have no complaints. Because he had seen such a woman, he had seen enough in his life. Sound is silent, and silence is not sound? It's just that usually no one can hear it clearly. Isn't the sound of the flowers falling like the bowels of the bowels breaking? The eight-petaled white camellia fell one by one, falling on the bright cypress floor, and falling on Chu Liuxiang's knees. The sword-like branch had been pierced between his eyebrows, and this thorn was already the essence of swordsmanship. The essence of all the swordsmanship that cannot be phaseless, ruthless, righteous and lifeless. This sword is already Zen. Zen is ruthless, Zen is unreasonable, and Zen is not Zen. Non-Zen is also Zen, and non-sword is also sword. When reaching a certain state, non-Zen Zen can make people enlightened, and non-sword swords can also assassinate people in an instant. Topaz didn't seem to understand at all. He didn't even move, he didn't even blink his eyes, as if he didn't know that this branch could assassinate him in an instant. In the flick of a finger, it was already sixty moments. If this branch had been pierced, Topaz would have died sixty times in the flick of his fingers. The sound of the piano broke the bowels, and the sky was getting dark.