The glow of dusk shone on the mountain landscape, and it was just as the sun was setting, and the golden silence shrouded the mountains, and the distant mountains were clothed in the color of the sunset, and the clouds as white as milk on the horizon became as bright red as a firebelt. The foliage reflects the sunset and sways like a wave in the wind.

Pick up a green leaf, smell lightly, fresh with a little cool, like the smell of clear rain. Falling flowers all over the ground, inadvertently, a touch of peach stunning, a pear-white melancholy, floating in the wind, thousands of turns, graceful into a poem.

On the seven strings, listen to the pine wind and cold. Bai Xiao sat quietly on the back mountain, caressing the guqin on his knees, as if caressing a woman's face.

Bending his fingers and plucking, the sound of the piano continues to come out, intoxicating the birds, and sleeping in a dream. After eight years of cultivation and continuous spiritual nourishment, Bai Xiao's eyes have gradually improved, and although they are blurry, they can see things clearly. It's just that I've been used to closing my eyes for many years, and I feel a little dazzling when I open my eyes.

The sound of the piano is melodious, and it spreads all over the hill. Over the years, every time I finished practicing, I would stroke a piece of the piano or play a piece of flute, and I was at ease.

Time flies, time flies. At this time, Bai Xiao was already a young man, dressed in white and moving with the wind, his long hair hanging down like a waterfall, and his face was delicate, like a beautiful man.

The sound of the piano is high, as if breaking through the clouds, tearing the sunset. The heart has entered the qin, the piano speaks, one after another, one obsession, is the melancholy of silence in the heart.

Slowly, slowly, Bai Xiao indulged in it. The aura around the body runs freely, and the hazy white light envelops it little by little. At this time, Bai Xiao was unaware.

Suddenly, the light of the piano on his lap was very bright, and the turquoise light pierced through the heavens and the earth, and disappeared in an instant, and the white flute disappeared without a trace.

"Where is this?" The white space was filled with clouds and smoke. As far as the eye can see, there are only clouds around you.

Step by step, Bai Xiao moved forward slowly, and I don't know how long it took. A small lake appeared in front of him, the lake was full of lotus flowers, it was the lotus leaves that were infinitely green, and the lotus flowers were different red. Looking at it again, more than a dozen willow trees are lined up on the shore, and thousands of silk silks hang down, like a dome. Not far from the lake, there is a small wooden house with a closed door, which seems to have been idle for a long time.

He stepped forward gently, knocked on the door, and waited for a while, but no one answered. Bai gently pushed, and it squeaked open. If you look closely, there is only a table, a bed, and a few chairs in the room, and a box is placed on the table. When I walked into the house, I saw that some dust had fallen on the seats.

After looking at it carefully, I couldn't help but open the box, and only a letter lay quietly inside. There was no signature on the envelope, and the white flute was picked up and opened.

"When you read this letter, you must have already practiced the secret of mortality. It's just that I can't see your achievements anymore, and I couldn't help but save you back then, because I saw his shadow in you, and if he was still alive, he would definitely be happy to see you. I've been waiting for you here and want to tell you something. But in the end, I haven't waited, I've exhausted my Yuan power, and the last trace of my mind will disappear. Your sister is sealed in cold crystal chalcedony by me, and she will be fine, just outside in the depths of the bottom of the lake. However, if you can't reach the pilgrimage realm, you must not enter the bottom of the lake, otherwise the chill will make you lose your body and mind. This recipe was created by my husband, and by virtue of this exercise, he surpassed his predecessors and ancestors and became a Venerable One. You have to practice well, remember! Remember! This is the inner space that refers to time, and that is the qin. When the Sanqing Patriarch was founded for thirty-three days, after the catastrophe of the night of Yong'an, the heavenly court collapsed, and my husband used the method of Sumeru Na to detain a corner of the sky to enter, causing the flow of time here to be ten times slower than that outside, and the aura is sufficient, practicing here will make you get twice the result with half the effort. Actually, I want to have a younger brother like you. I'd love to hear you call me sister if I have the chance. ”

Trembling bodies, dripping tears. Bai Xiao couldn't help but cry bitterly, and shouted loudly: "Sister!

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One finger in the time, Bai Xiao sat quietly and cross-legged, and the true element in his body kept rotating, running for one week after another. There was a thick aura condensed around it, and it even formed a liquid like a mist.

One day, two days, three days,...... In the endless years, Bai Xiao spit out motionlessly. Since that day, Bai Xiao has worked harder, and even tried his best to cultivate, because he owes too much to others, and he needs to repay it, repay the grace of others.

Two years later, Bai Xiao was already sixteen years old, just in time for adulthood. At this time, Bai Xiao has been in the meditation for twenty years, and if he didn't see the aura around him, Bai Xiao at this time would be like a living dead. Two years outside, but twenty years inside the time, so many years, he has been a master of the Concentration Realm, and the Thirteen Swords of Tianxuan have also seen through the seventh layer - the sword points to the stars, but the secret is still the consummation of the Ignorant Realm, and there has been no breakthrough, although he has been contemplating, but he does not know the essentials.

He slowly opened his eyes and exhaled softly. "Well, the path of cultivation is to go with the flow, and if you can't force it, you are too persistent, but you fall behind.

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Xun Jianfeng is behind the mountain, a young man, dressed in a light blue robe, with his hands behind his back, with a handsome face, with a bit of coolness, and a charming demeanor. The eyes are as clear as water, and there is a hint of mystery hidden in it, which is very attractive. The whole person looks like a genius in Jiangnan, weak and can't help but be windy, giving people a feeling of slenderness and beauty.

At this time, he stood on the top of the cliff, his eyes looking quietly into the distance, his thin body had experienced indescribable vicissitudes and sorrows, which was not at all possessed by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

With a soft drink, a little tiptoe, and the whole person suddenly rose into the air. At the same moment, a hole flute appeared right at his feet. I saw him fall lightly on it, as if he had no weight, and his body instantly shot out with the flute, which was very fast. Standing in the air, feeling the cool breeze, that moment is the quietest time for the soul. In the past ten years, Bai Xiao has always blown a cool breeze every once in a while, as if this can blow away the grief in his heart.

The air in the sky is very fresh, fresh and refreshing, without the complexity of the world, but the aura is relatively thinner. It's just that Bai Xiao likes it very much, and likes this kind of breathing very much.

With a wave of his hands, the blue hole flute turned into streamers and flew into the air. As soon as Bai Xiao's hand trick was introduced, in an instant, sword shadows appeared, and the entire sky was full of colorful sword gangs, pouring down like raindrops. The figure floated, dressed in white, and conjured up one figure after another, each figure, holding a flute in his hand, dancing in unison.

Once Cangmufeng wanted to create a weapon for Bai Xiao, but Bai Xiao insisted on using the hole flute left by Bai Li. Nothing is as precious as this precious thing. What you insist on in your heart is the most important thing.

"Ho!" Bai Xiao shouted softly, all the figures were one, pointing straight to the sky, the sky was still clear just now, and the seven stars of the Big Dipper slowly emerged, and the seven stars shone with crystal light, exuding the power of the essence of the stars straight into the flute.

"What!" Suddenly, the wind that was calming down opened his eyes violently. "Who is it? Who will we Xun Jianfeng learn the seventh trick. Qin Yu is still a little worse, is it dust chess? Or it happens to be a hundred-year-old competition in the door, and it should be amazing for our Xunjian Peak to be amazing in one fell swoop, although our Xunjian Peak does not pursue fame and fortune, but it is embarrassing to be the first to last. ”