On the eighth day, there is a floral fragrance. The sun is very different from the sixth day.

There are no endless mountains, only endless plains. The grass grows on the plains, and it is fluttering in the wind. There are many wild flowers in the grass, and it seems that they have never withered.

As far as the eye can see, you can see some undulating pavilions in this plain. The people here didn't seem to care about Yiqiē, and even though there were tens of thousands of Changhongs galloping in the sky, they still didn't look up.

Here, there is a lot of peace and tranquility. Even the arrival of Shiraishi did not break this peace......

Heading to the direction of Butterfly Valley, in the search of Mengxue's memory, you can also roughly identify the direction. She flew at the forefront, with all kinds of entanglements and guilt in her heart. There seem to be too many words of remorse to speak to the valley lord of the Butterfly Valley.

She didn't want to ask for forgiveness from the valley owner, she just wanted to meet this person who had been a great favor to her.

A moment later, her stoppage also brought the Ten Thousand Monks to a halt in the air. Their eyes are locked on a sea of flowers on the plain, in which there are many butterflies flying, and there are several unique bamboo houses, located in the sea of flowers.

Here, it's Butterfly Valley.

There are several women picking flowers in the sea of flowers, looking extremely pleasant. They still didn't look up at the sky.

In the bamboo house, there was a woman in a red robe, her robe was embroidered with flowers, her hair was very neatly coiled, there was a colorful butterfly, her wings flashed on the hairpin of her hair, her eyebrows were picturesque, her hands were embroidering, her eyes were oozing with agility, even if she had been saving for countless years, she still could not erase her face that had fallen into the country and the city.

"Peony ......"

Meng Xue knew a certain woman in the sea of flowers, and when the words fell, her eyes were moist. This woman named Peony. used to be with her, and it was also a brother.

A woman carrying a bamboo basket in the sea of flowers, she is wearing a white robe with the appearance of a peony tattooed on the robe. After hearing the echo of the voice, she finally slowly raised her head and looked at the place where the voice came from.

After looking at this, the person frowned slightly at first, but then his palms shook, the bamboo basket in his hand fell to the ground, and his eyes immediately moistened. At this moment, she recognized this person who had been reunited after a long absence.

"Snow... You're back. The woman named Peony spoke softly, but the voice contained endless vicissitudes of time.

Meng Xue flew down from the sky, jumped into the sea of flowers, and immediately hugged the peony. These spell butterflies flying in the sea of flowers seemed to remember the aura on Meng Xue's body, and did not attack it.

Flying down with the same was the Holy Maiden. She didn't see the deceased at this time. But look at this familiar terrain. Smell the familiar scent of flowers. She finally had some thoughts. She walked among the flowers, her eyes gradually moistened.

"How many years. The saint slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the familiar fragrance of flowers. It feels like home. The butterflies fluttered beside her, but then dispersed. It seems that in the body of the saint, a familiar aura has been found.

The dancing girl in the bamboo house slowly put down the embroidery in her hand at this time. Slowly stood up, and a voice came from the bamboo house: "Mengxue, Dai Yan." You're both back......"

The sound echoed, causing Meng Xue and Dai Yan's bodies to be stunned and look back at the bamboo house. Immediately they all knelt on the ground.

"Valley Lord, we're sorry for you. ”

The voice came from the mouths of the Holy Maiden and Meng Xue at the same time. And at the moment when this voice came out, Meng Xue and the saint's tears suddenly fell.

"That's it, don't have any regrets, the path you have chosen, you can finish it on your knees. Now that you have passed, it is naturally a good thing to go home, and it is naturally a good thing to see something clearly. In this way, you will not linger and be absent-minded about the outside world. ”

When this voice echoed, the dancing girl gently pushed open the door of the bamboo house, and the moment she stepped into the bamboo house with her front feet, the momentum of the whole person actually had a feeling of empress, she did not look up at the sky, even though she clearly knew that there were tens of thousands of monks standing in the sky at this time, she just slowly walked in front of Dai Yan and Meng Xue, and stretched out her hand to help the two up.

"The monk in the sky is probably your friend. It's just that this Butterfly Valley has the rules of Butterfly Valley, and outsiders are not allowed to step into it...... Even if among your friends, there is a Buddha's existence zài. ”

Without moving, the dancing girl had already perceived Ouyang Jingjing's cultivation, and it was conceivable that the dancing girl's cultivation was so strong that it was a kind of Cheng dù!

Dai Yan and Meng Xue nodded, and Meng Xue said, "Thank you Valley Lord, it's just that we came this time and brought one person." ”

As the words fell, Meng Xue looked high in the sky and locked her eyes on Bai Shi's body.

Shiraishi's gaze remained fixed on Maihime's body, and the moment Maihime appeared, he immediately recognized that this person was the woman who appeared in the dream, the woman who was exactly like his mother. Looking at this person, Baishi's breathing became short. In his eyes, there was even more moistness.

"Mother's ......"

Standing in the air, Shiraishi's lips squirmed, and he muttered, although it was extremely quiet, but it was clearly heard by Maihime.

Mai Ji's body was stunned, and her bland expression suddenly fluctuated. Immediately, her sleeve slammed down, and with this wave, a strong cultivation force suddenly gathered on Bai Shi's body, and a kind of search was carried out on Bai Shi's memory!

Under this search, Mai Ji's expression fluctuated even more. A deep shock welled up in her eyes, and under the search of this memory, she could even search for Shiraishi's dream. In that dream, she saw her own being.

Perhaps no one except herself knew that with that trace of breath, she had held herself in the dream realm of Baishi!

"Kid ......"

Mai Ji's eyes quickly moistened, and tears flowed down at this moment.

This is the first time that Meng Xue, Dai Yan and all the people who saw it at this time saw Mai Ji crying. This woman, who usually makes them feel cold as ice, but is full of love, can have such a vulnerable side. And her fragility is the white stone that she has not been able to find for a long time.

She clearly remembered the scene of Shiraishi's disappearance that day, it was the moment when Shiraishi was just born!

At that moment, she remembered how powerless she was at that time, she watched Shiraishi being carried by others into another enchantment, and she clearly saw her lover, who was injured and standing aside, still helpless. It was a kind of extreme helplessness, wanting to scream, but not being able to make a sound. So at this moment, two words appeared in Maiji's mind that made her grit her teeth - Sword Emperor! (to be continued......