With a faint smile on his face, he looked at the sea of flowers in front of him, which was already close to withering, and with a wave of his sleeves, a pair of guqin appeared in his hand out of thin air.

"If Qingmei were here, I would definitely be like this. The young man in the green shirt smiled and muttered to himself.

He sat on the ground, the guqin lay flat, and under the caress of his hands, a wisp of ethereal piano sound slowly floated out of his fingertips.

The moment the sound of the piano sounded, the bleak autumn wind also stopped in an instant, and it seemed that even the autumn wind was intoxicated by the sound of the qin, and no longer went away, but stayed near the guqin and listened quietly.

There is a touch of sadness in the sound of the piano, but more is a tenacious vitality, the sound of the piano slowly spreads in all directions, passing through, the flowers that have been withering for a long time, but in the moment when the piano has been caressing, the splendor of the past has returned again, if you look down from the sky, with the green-shirted gray-haired young man as the center, this sea of flowers that was on the verge of extinction is like spring returning to the earth, and the vigorous vitality fills this land.

In this bleak autumn day, there is an impossible scene, this spring, forced in the autumn to smash a gap, this opening is getting bigger and bigger, for a long time, all the flowers in this sea of flowers that have withered, as if reborn like a rebirth of the bloom again.

Its fragrance, as before!

The butterflies that were originally a little silent also showed signs of flying after the sea of flowers bloomed again, and the feast that had passed away reappeared at this moment, although they did not know what was happening.

But they know that spring is back.

"Spring and autumn, spring and autumn, spring and autumn death!"

The young man in the green shirt read softly, as if he had an understanding, and after a long time, his eyes became clear again, he stood up, and with a slight call, the guqin turned into a cyan streamer and disappeared into the center of his eyebrows.

At that moment, if someone saw the center of his eyebrows, they might find that there were several extremely mysterious marks, layer upon layer, imprinted into the depths of the eyebrows, but it was also possible that they would find nothing, as smooth as the forehead of an ordinary person, and there was nothing unusual.

"Huh. ”

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the young man in the green shirt, and his eyes turned slightly, looking into the distance.

He saw that at the edge of the sea of flowers, there was a forest, and among them, there was a butterfly, not like those butterflies dancing in the sea of flowers, but chose to stay on a leaf, never moved by the vision in the sea of flowers.

The young man in the green shirt did not reveal the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power on his body, just like a mortal, but when he walked, he revealed an extreme calmness, as if there was nothing in this heaven and earth that could move him.

He walked slowly to the tree and looked up at the butterfly on the green leaves.

After a long time, he flipped his left hand, and a translucent compass suddenly appeared in his hand, this compass is only the size of a palm, the shape is simple, octagonal, in the middle of the compass, there is a butterfly, as if sleeping, if you look carefully, the appearance of this butterfly, and the butterfly that now stays on the leaves, very similar.

The young man in the green shirt pondered for a long time, and did not have the heart to catch the butterfly on the green leaf because of this, even if he knew that there must be a trace of cause and effect between this butterfly and the butterfly in his compass that even he didn't know, he still chose so.

He saw a trace of spirituality in the green leaf where the butterfly always stayed, and the young man in the green shirt stared at the butterfly and the leaf.

After a long time, there was also a hint of emotion on his face, which seemed to be as quiet as a mountain.

In the whole forest, only the green leaves where the butterfly stays, with a trace of spirituality, the butterfly in the eyes of many people, has always been a mysterious thing, if this scene falls in the eyes of ordinary monks, but there will be no peculiarity, with the mysterious ability of the butterfly, in this forest, sense this spiritual leaf, it is not surprising.

But only when he cultivates like this, can he see that this green leaf has no spirituality, just an extremely ordinary leaf, and the spirituality that is produced now is precisely because of the butterfly that falls on it.

Butterflies, to this green leaf, there is love!

The spirit of Aoba was born for this love!

The affection of the butterfly, the green leaf may know, maybe moved, but the butterfly can never understand all this, between the butterfly and the leaf, close at hand, but it seems to be far away in the world!

There was a hint of emotion in the eyes of the young man in the green shirt.

He pinched the trick with his right hand slightly, and played a spiritual trick, quietly blending into the green leaves, this spiritual trick seems simple, but in fact, the requirements for cultivation have reached an incredible height, and only now can he be able to perform it.

This spirit recipe can make this green leaf spirit, before the end of this green leaf life, have a chance to communicate with this butterfly, although the spirit of this green leaf is born, but it is difficult to escape the reincarnation of the leaf, the four seasons, for the leaf is a reincarnation.

This green leaf, originally without a thousand years of practice, can not produce spiritual wisdom, let alone can communicate with other things, but the coming of winter, is the time when this green leaf is forever silent, it can not escape the fate of the leaf, all this impossibility, under the young man in the green shirt, there is a turn of fate, so that the fate of the butterfly and the leaf, at some point in the future, there is the possibility of intersection.

The fate that will only appear after thousands of years of condensation is quietly coming in this autumn wind, but when this season's fate comes, it is also the time when the fate ends.

The young man in the green shirt quietly looked at the butterflies and green leaves, as if he was looking at his own past, there was infinite deep meaning in his eyes, for a long time, at the moment when he turned around, a drop of crystal came from the corner of his eye, no one knew who this tear was for.

When the young man in the green shirt stared at it, Shi also looked at the young man quietly, without the slightest feeling of fear, it felt that it should have seen this person, but no matter how it thought about it, it did not have the slightest impression, Shi looked at the cyan figure, gradually moving away in the sea of flowers, its eyes had a trace of confusion, it kept looking at the figure until it was completely invisible.

This sea of flowers, which is still blooming in the autumn wind, has a sense of time and space confusion, and it also makes many butterflies, for the first time, still able to fly in late autumn.

The wind gradually colded, the late autumn wind blew through the sea of flowers, blowing through the woods, everywhere it went, only a piece of barrenness, this sea of flowers re-bloomed less than ten days, in this cold wind as cold as a knife, it began to wither again.

The butterflies, also in this increasing cold, finally came to the end of their lives, and every day passed, the shadows that once flew would decrease a lot, they did not die alone, and there were those withered flowers around them, and they seemed to sleep with the flowers, into a deep sleep that would never wake up.

Flowers and butterflies are buried together, butterflies love flowers, are flowers like butterflies?

Stone is sad in its heart, it looks at its companions day by day, and gradually dies, and it can also feel that maybe in a few days, it will also die like its companions.

Its sadness is even more for the green, which was originally full of vitality in the emerald green, but now, it has gradually become yellow, and it doesn't even dare to stay by the side of the green, for fear that the green can't bear it.

It rests on a branch and is accompanied by green.

Many of the leaves that have grown together with the green have broken away from the branches and turned into fallen leaves, and they are swept away by the autumn wind, and they don't know where they will fly.

Shi is worried, maybe one day, Qing will be the same.

Every day, Shi can feel the weakness of Qing, gradually, Qing's body has completely withered yellow, even the edges of the leaves have curled, Qing's life is coming to an end, the sadness in Shi's heart can not be suppressed, but it has never dared to show it, it is afraid that Qing will be sad, it is afraid that Qing will suddenly leave it, it is afraid that it will never have the opportunity to be with Qing again.

Late autumn is followed by winter.

For many lives, winter is the end of everything, and even if you survive the fall, you can't survive it.

For many lives, it is never possible to know that winter will be followed by a spring of hope, and that they will welcome the boundless despair that precedes this hope.