It was late at night. The inky blue sky is as if washed by clear and clear water, the water is spirited, clean, soft and solemn, there is no moon, no clouds, thousands of miles of blue sky, only twinkling stars, like countless broken jade flowers sprinkled on the boundless blue satin. ............ The night is cool, gently drifting, and the dew is quietly condensing. In the place where Chi Xinli was dumped by Chang Jie, the lush and broad peach-heart-shaped leaves of the small poplar tree were all hung with dew drops at this time. The dew grew bigger, and rounder, and fell to the ground, one drop, and rolled down, and another, flutter, flutter, flutter...

I have the heart of the world, but lose a lot of affection, my landscape falls between your eyebrows, are you willing to enter the painting?

Jiang Shanhua took a step forward and pointed to the sky, and the magic sword behind him flew into his hand with a crisp chirp. The feet are paused, the toes are strained, and the body hangs in the air. The magic sword in his hand is pointing, and the ink is formed in mid-air, which is the artistic conception of "Jiangchengzi".

You walked into my heart with a warmth. From then on, my red dust is full of flowers, and you are the most beautiful one among the flowers. At the right time, I met the most beautiful you. Spend your whole life just for this gorgeous flower, wait for a lifetime, just to cherish a sentimental you, and splash ink, just want to write all the attachments into the passing years.

In the middle of the night, the figures are hanging, and under the clear sky, it is like a huge mirror, reflecting the intoxicating beauty and beauty. A beautiful painting covers most of the sky, and it is extremely beautiful.

"The willows in the west city are soft in spring. Move away from worries. Tears are hard to contain. I still remember the affection, and I used to be a boat returnee. Biye Zhuqiao was a day of events, people were gone, and the water was empty.

Shaohua is not reserved for teenagers. Hate you. When will it be closed? When the flying flakes fall into the flowers, a climb. The spring river is full of tears, inexhaustible, and many sorrows. ”

Falling page book, at this moment, a pair of fairy wind bones, waved his sleeves, stood in the wind, left hand behind the back, right finger pointed, mouth slowly said this song spread in the world. The beautiful painting and the poetry are like the wind blowing all over Yijian Peak on the most beautiful night.

At this moment, the sound of the piano sounded, and Mo Qinyu crossed his knees, an antique guqin, standing horizontally in front. , easy to play, calm and elegant, a fresh note from the fingertips, cool, through time and space, so that your comfortable expression unconsciously with the sound of the piano revealed. It seems to be flowing water, with a touch of sadness. The breeze blows, the fragrance of flowers is swirling, and in an instant, the white coat flutters. The sound of the piano is agitated, and it echoes continuously with Songtao, and it is endless. His movements slowed down, and the sound of the piano became quiet and elegant, with a touch of sadness, just like the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

Gradually, the sound of the flute harmonized, like a wisp of breeze hitting the heart, waking up the night's dream. The sound of the sword flute and the dance to figure out the shadow. The sound of the flute flows in the night, passing through the depths of the clouds, interpreting the quiet and elegant rhyme. The night is quiet, listen, the sound of the flute is dressed in a sad blow and plays the feelings like water, the sound of the flute flies through the quiet mountains and forests, and the random notes fly out of the flute holes, falling into the night and becoming stars. The hole is full of sonorous water waves, and it flows into the heart and becomes a trickling stream. In the middle of the sound of the flute, the white flute Zhenyuan was running, and it snowed, and the snowflakes were like wandering clouds, drifting away with the plum blossoms with a kind of Zen enlightenment.

In the distance, Cang Mufeng and his wife quietly watched what the disciples were doing, looked at each other and smiled, and sighed softly: "These children." The smile on his face was so happy, I didn't know that my hands were clasped together, and I couldn't tell the lovesick gaze.

Then, the elegant singing came, it was the fairy in the clouds and fell, singing and dancing, in the clouds, such as the fairy of the nine heavens, dancing in a beautiful painting, the fairy robe fluttering, the song was tactful, and the piano sound was the most beautiful love story of the compiler in this night.

The moonlight sprinkled slowly, shining on the people under the sky, like a layer of water sprinkled hazy, adding a mystery to the atmosphere created by these people.

A painting of rivers and mountains, a book with a light sound, a gentle Moqin language, a long white flute sound, a beautiful dance, this moment, this time, this night, this place, such intertwined, just for a blessing, a gratitude, the most sincere feelings in the world.

At this moment, Yijian Peak is filled with intoxicating vocal music and moving poetry and paintings. Everyone was staring, staring at the site of Xunjian Peak. After years of quiet penance, not having time to chat for a long time, one by one lonely Taoist friends, at this moment there seemed to be something missing in their hearts, and they tried their best to calm down and look for what they had lost. Along the way, he devoted himself to cultivating the Tao, gave up the sophistication of human feelings, and lost the companionship of true love, just one person. It's just a person! The emotion of crying helplessly, right or wrong, at this moment, no one thinks, because they are all immersed in this thick atmosphere, the scenery is not intoxicating, everyone is drunk, lost in the fairy music, just quietly watching, listening. It was a beautiful moment, and it was the most beautiful moment.

The people of Jiufeng have all flown their swords into the sky, and Yaoyao looked at this. Not only was there a lot of emotion, but he was also surprised by the profundity of the cultivation of the disciples of Xun Jian Peak. All people, their hearts have a big or small touch. Especially the women from Lijian Peak, their eyes were full of tears and murmured: "It's so beautiful, so moving, if only I could be so happy." ”

At this time, Pochen Qi, who had been lying drunk, sat up slowly, "After watching it for so long, it's time to move." Otherwise, they will say that I am lazy. As he spoke, his fingers linked, the vast true yuan in his body operated, and he kept waving out various seals, and in an instant, fireworks bloomed in the clear night.

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, blows down, the stars are like rain, and the BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim.

At this moment, the eyes of everyone who were already drunk lit up again. "Wow!" many of the friars had little stars in their eyes and put their hands on their chests as if to make a wish.

Gradually, the music became quieter and quieter, and it seemed to be slowly approaching the end. All the disciples of Xunjian Peak rose into the air in unison, waved their hands, and condensed into a huge red carpet, five people, hand in hand, slowly walked together, towards the Cangmufeng couple, every step of the way, a word appeared in the sky

"I wish to win the heart of one person, the white head will not be separated, and I hope that the master and the mother will always be united and never forget. ”

Qi Qi knelt down, kowtowed nine times, and the six brothers said in unison: "A good teacher in your life is enough in this life." ”

"You ......" Mu Ning quietly looked at these children he had raised with his own hands, like a mother, his compassionate eyes fell on them, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Good, good, good, good ......" Cang Mufeng, who was not good at words, just said three good words in a row. It's just that his eyes have been moistened, and his state of mind that has not fluctuated for many years has actually loosened at this moment, and his cultivation that has been stagnant for many years seems to have made a breakthrough.

After the two looked at each other, they walked together, stepped on the red carpet, and came to the disciple step by step, bending down to help them up one by one. Mu Ning also gave everyone a hug.

"I'm glad I thank you for your hard work. "Both of them are very happy and happy, and it is enough to have such a disciple in this life. Mu Ning happily rested her head on Mucang Feng's shoulder, her eyes rippled with tears.

In the distance, the other Eight Peak Peak Masters looked at this side in unison, "Senior Brother Cang, it's really enviable to receive such a good apprentice." ”

Jian Xuanzhen, the head of the Immortal Sword Academy, said thoughtfully: "Maybe the cultivation method of Xun Jian Peak is right. ”

The only female Yue Xuan Zhenren, her cold face was filled with tears at this time, "Many years ago, I stopped them from being together, and it turned out that they were so happy. ”

The moonlight is like water, the night is deep, the stars blink their eyes, and in the gaze of everyone, there is an intoxicating light. Xun Jianfeng and a group of eight people gathered together, looked at each other, silent, but understood what everyone was thinking, this situation, this scene, silent is better than sound.

"Let's go, let's go home!" Cang Mufeng took Mu Ning's hand, and Mu Ning took Cang Jie's hand,...... They walked the red carpet hand in hand, step by step to the happiest time, this most nostalgic moment. At that moment, a firm belief silently crossed each other's hearts.