In the second half of the night, the wind and snow suddenly came, and it was not until noon the next day that the wind and snow stopped.

Tsing Yi finished sweeping the snow in front of his mother's grave, and then used his hands to dig a foot-deep pit in the frozen soil next to his mother's grave.

Tsing Yi took out half of the jade flute from his arms, "Ye Zi, I still don't understand why you let me bury the flute, and I am still reluctant to give up this broken flute, you may not know that my mother used this jade flute to teach me the first flute."

But since you asked me to bury Xiao, there must be a reason, so I decided to bury her next to my mother. ”

The broken flute was put into the pit, and Tsing Yi slowly pushed the soil back into the pit, and suddenly a huge emptiness rose to his heart, but there was also a faint feeling of relaxation.

Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, Tsing Yi sat on the snow, took out the bamboo flute, pressed his injured fingers clumsily on the flute hole, and some obscure flute sounds rose.

When Tsing Yi's hands were intact, even if it was just an ordinary bamboo flute, it could attract countless birds and beasts to listen, but now, only an ugly bird that didn't seem to have finished its fluffy sparrow flew over and landed on Tsing Yi's shoulder, tilting its head sideways to listen.

The sound of the flute floats between heaven and earth, and time passes in the sound of the flute.

In the Dragon Gate Inn, Qin Qing was sitting behind the counter, holding a bronze mirror in one hand and combing his black hair with silk in the other.

In the kitchen, Jiang Yan is cooking a new dish. Zhou Gong moved a table and sat next to him, holding chopsticks in his hand, looking at the meat that was about to come out of the pot, and swallowing saliva in his mouth.

In the Yanyu Building, Ye Zi pillowed his arm on the soft carpet, Mei Ruxue sat opposite, between the two people, there was a flower basket and various Taoist utensils taken out of it: a pair of scissors, an iron, a thimble, and an awl. There are 12 winding boards of various sewing threads, a set of sewing needles and embroidery needles, and a bandage.

The stupid magpie that was picked up by the leaves and named Jiayin by Mei Ruxue shrank to the size of an egg after becoming enlightened, and was jumping around on the branches of the peach blossom tree in the flower basket at the moment.

According to Zhou Gong's suggestion, each hobby should not use more than three kinds of Taoist tools, and the sewing tools undoubtedly far exceed this number, so it is necessary to make trade-offs.

Every Dao weapon has been following Mei Ruxue for a long time, and it is not a simple matter to give up suddenly, so more than ten days have passed. Mei Ruxue didn't make a decision, so she had to ask Ye Zi to help with the staff.

"Ru Xue, you don't have a name for your flower basket yet, let's think of a name for her first. ”

Looking at a bunch of leaves that had been distressed for a long time, and after understanding all of Mei Ruxue's thoughts, she finally figured out a little clue, and the first step started with the name of the flower basket.

The flower basket still has no name, although Mei Ruxue had no concept at first, but later. But there are too many ideas to make a decision.

Ye Zi knew about this before, and originally wanted to wait for Mei Ruxue to become a flower basket to determine a name, but now it seems that things must be advanced.

"Childe, can you think of one for Ru Xue?" Mei Ruxue looked at Ye Zi expectantly. She has a few favorite names in her heart, and these names are related to an unforgettable past between her and the flower basket, so she can't decide, so she wants Ye Zi to help break the game.

Leaf shook his head. "Ru Xue, you may not know, the name is also the bond between the lotus master and the Dao weapon, so you must give the flower basket a name with your heart. I can give you some advice, though.

The flower basket carries your life now and will carry your hobbies in the future, and you can think of a name from this aspect. ”

Mei Ruxue lowered her head, and the past passed through her mind one by one.

My mother was a delicate person, she liked to grow flowers and grass, and she also liked to pick flowers and bring them home and put them in vases to decorate the room. This flower basket was hand-woven by my father and used by my mother to pick flowers.

After she was born, this flower basket had a new mission, filled with flowers and placed at the head of her bed, so that fragrance and beauty filled her life.

Later, she was found to be crippled and needed elixir to continue her life, and her family quickly declined, and her mother had to help people do some needlework to supplement the family, and there was no time to play with flowers and plants, nor did she have time to arrange flowers to decorate the room, but the flower basket would still be filled with flowers and placed at the head of her bed.

Later, the flower basket became her Taoist weapon, later, her father became a killer, later, her overworked mother died, later, her father died tragically at the Dragon Gate Inn, and later, a peach blossom tree was planted in the flower basket......

Mei Ruxue burst into tears, but her eyes were unprecedentedly clear and firm: "Childe, I have decided, in the future, I will ask her to hide the snow, remember all kinds of past dust, and collect all kinds of future in the basket!"

"Nice and meaningful, good name!" Ye Zi nodded in praise, and an inexplicable impulse suddenly arose in his heart, and a sharpened plant stem appeared in his hand, which was the flower stem pen he used to write on the lotus leaves in Zifuli.

The peduncle pen is emerald green, the faint emerald green brilliance flashes, the peduncle has become a high-grade brush, the pen is dark green, and the tip of the pen is as white as snow.

The tip of the pen as white as snow swam in the basket of flowers, but it left a line of inky black handwriting: a basket of thousands of autumn snow.

Ye Zi's brush writing is the line of writing in the previous life, but perhaps it is limited by talent, although after discovering that this is a world of brush writing, there has been a hard practice of brush words, and there is a hard pen book in the previous life, but his words can only be regarded as good.

But this can only be regarded as a good word, but there is a faint light swimming, and gradually fading, but the breath of the flower basket is changing and adjusting.

There is no doubt that this is a nominal sentence of the question, but under normal circumstances, a Lotus Master like him, who does not use the pen as a Taoist instrument and calligraphy as the Tao, even if he helps others to point the title, it is impossible to have this effect.

Ye Zi looked at the flower basket in shock, but what shocked him was much more than that. In the Lotus Master's Purple Mansion, in addition to the fairy spirits and Taoist utensils that can enter and exit freely, the only ones that the Lotus Master can take out are three kinds of jade dew, treasure lotus seeds, and Xuan Lotus, so how can this flower stem pen be taken out and become a Taoist tool and become a brush?

The flower stalk pen is now a Taoist instrument, and it is a three-turn Taoist device, but as we all know, Baolian cannot become a fairy, and the material divided on Baolian cannot become a Taoist device.

I think it's because this pen has written strange books such as "Tao Te Ching" and "Zhou Yi", and I am now qualified to use it, Ye Zi thought in his heart.

"In the future, I will call you Lianhao, in the world of my previous life, a good pen is commensurate with millimeters. Ye Zi looked at the brush and said in his heart, only to see a light point on the pen shaft swimming rapidly, as if the two words "Lianhao" written by Ye Zi himself appeared on the pen shaft.

Lianhao was admitted to the Purple Mansion, and Ye Zi continued to help Mei Ruxue choose the Dao Weapon. (To be continued.) )