Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Since she was a child, she could hear the voices of the dead.

She is often alone and has no playmates to accompany her. She is the widowed daughter of the patriarch Yue Changsong. She was confined for three days, and since then, no child has ever wanted to play with her.

From childhood to adulthood, only the sighs of adults surrounded her.

Feng Tingjian sighed for her talent: "Baiyu's body is weak, the foundation of Yuanshen is not solid enough, and the books of exercises left by my senior brother have been burned. I really don't know how to teach her to become a talent. What face do you have to meet the clansmen under Jiuquan?"

Ren Lan sighed for her temperament: "Bai Yu hurt someone again today, Master, her temper is too stubborn, I really don't know how to get along with her."

An Qiming sighed for her identity: "I dare not compete with you. You are the patriarch's favorite jewel. I'm just a mediocre person with no ambition. How can I compare to you."

She had heard enough sighs, and the more others regarded her as a treasure, the more confused she became. She didn't understand why other children could bring happiness to those around her, but she could only bring sadness.

Words are like knives, too sharp, always hurting the innocent.

From then on, she didn't want to talk to people anymore, and in the eyes of her tribe, her temperament gradually became weird and arrogant.

She turned to follow the unfamiliar whispers in her ears.

Those voices have been with her ears since she was a child, invisible, ghostly, elusive, and elusive like butterflies.She questioned the adults, but the adults said that it was the spirit of the dead seducing the living, telling her not to think or listen.

The voice came from the deep swamp.

Youmao is an ominous place, a thick sore born from the earth, a scar that even the ancient gods could not heal, the Yushan people will be locked up and punished only if they make a heinous mistake.

She was also afraid of the boundless cold, but loneliness finally defeated her fear, and she decided to approach the source of the sound.

She came to the secluded swamp, and the petite figure stood alone in the wilderness. She finally heard the voice clearly. Unexpectedly, it was not scary, but it seemed to be reciting an ancient song.

Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, the field is green.

The boat and the car are far away, and the road is boundless.

When the osmanthus branches are knotted, the legacy will be scattered.

If you don't go against it, you will never leave a grudge.

The body is dead, but the soul stays forever.

She was too young to understand the meaning of the words, but she could hear the deep sorrow in the singing.Those melancholy have nowhere to go, lingering for thousands of years, timeless, like the cold wind in the wilderness passing through her chest.

It is not only happiness that can infect people's hearts, but also sadness.

She happened to be a sad child born in an age of sorrow.

She didn't know the origin and meaning of the sound, but she instinctively placed her melancholy in it, and only here could she rely on her loneliness.They scattered into the cold wind with the singing, and turned into a vast and distant part, no longer tormenting her like a shadow.

Until one day, she met a person in the secluded swamp.

That person was like a black shadow, the lines on his cheeks were full of vicissitudes, his voice was as hoarse as if mixed with sand, she had never seen such a face among the clansmen.

The Yushan people never welcome outsiders.She should have called for help and reported to the guard, but the man sang the same song with an extremely steady voice.

Instead of calling for help, she came to the man alone, raised her head and asked, "Can you hear the voice of the dead too?"

"can hear."

"Why can't others hear it, but you can?"

"Because I, like you, am a person abandoned by the gods."

She stared at the stranger's face, feeling more bewildered than ever.Like all Yushan people, she lays down on the altar and closes her eyes every day, chanting the words of the gods, and praying for the blessings of the gods.

But she suddenly realized that the god had never spoken a word to her.

The stranger told her many things in a gentle tone, many things she had never heard of and was full of curiosity.

"Your name is Baiyu. You could spread your wings and fly very high and far away. But someone took away your parents, and you were left alone in this mountain and river. Could it be that you Don't you hate it?"

The seeds of hatred germinated in her heart.

"God-blessed rivers and mountains are just a big lie. This world is about to be overthrown. Would you like to go with me?"

Waves surged at Baiyu's feet.

The invisible waves are more majestic than the rushing river, and the raging waves sweep every corner with breathtaking momentum, even the fine gravel on the riverside is shaking with it.

Feng Tingjian was also stunned. Although he couldn't see anything, he could still feel the waves coming from not far away. This was a miracle he finally created after trying countless days and nights. With Yue Changsong's death, he fell into silence. The soul of nine years finally reappeared.

The black bird flutters its wings, and the mountains and rivers tremble.

In this way, the treasures of the Yushan tribe can finally be passed on.

Ren Lan led seven warriors to surround Baiyu, forming an impenetrable sword array, trying to approach the center.

But everyone's actions were very difficult, Ren Lan only felt that there was a heavy weight on his shoulders, and the full moon scimitar was as heavy as a rusty iron ring.

As soon as she gave an order, she raised her saber, and at the same time, seven swords came out, locking Bai Yu from all around.

Where the blades meet and where the sword light gathers, Bai Yu's figure is no longer there.

She leaped high, soaring into the air like a bird, and the clumsy sword formation couldn't catch up with her movements at all.

The night has fallen from the dome, the sky is gloomy, and the water is also pitch black. Her figure is stacked between the blurred two colors, like a dignified splash of ink, even the black is pure, making the sky and the earth lose its luster.

Ren Lan raised her head, her vision was obscured by pitch-black wings, and a silver light shot out from the shadow, tearing open the world in her eyes mercilessly.

Compared with this brilliance, the weapon in her hand is indeed nothing to mention.

Baiyu's knife finally pressed down, and the moment the blades hit each other, it was as if a huge boulder hit her chest.Her arm was so shaken that she lost consciousness, and she only had time to retreat a little before she knelt down on the ground and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Alan, stop," she heard Feng Tingjian's voice, "You can't beat her."

"So what if you can't win?" She just swallowed the blood foam in her mouth, and hot tears welled up in her eyes, "I have never been able to win her, but she is my relative, should I just sit back and watch?!"

"This is her wish," Feng Ting insisted, "The soul-shifting technique would never have gone so smoothly if she hadn't been willing."

"She just doesn't want to be abandoned!"

Feng Tingjian was silent for a moment, and finally sighed: "The current situation is like this, someone has to pay the price. If I have such a talent, why don't I want to bear it for her. If I could choose again, nine years ago, I would rather go to the capital I am the one who goes to die."

"Master...?" Ren Lan raised her head and looked at him in astonishment.

Feng Tingjian's hair crown has been blown to pieces, the silver strands are scattered in the wind, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seem to have deepened a lot, his empty eyes are staring ahead in vain, knowing that the light is gone, but still stubbornly unwilling to close them.

He said in a deep voice: "I will definitely bring Baiyu to Chongming Sect, and from then on, I will advance and retreat with her. Even if it is the underworld, I will arrive before her."

Not far away, the sword array had completely collapsed, the raging wind swept the waves, only Bai Yu was left standing on the river bank, his petite body stood in the center of the storm, as if the splashed ink had finally fainted in the muddy water On the vast land, engulfed by boundless loneliness.

If you turn into a mysterious bird and soar up to the blue sky, will you be able to shake off the deep sorrow and be truly free and unrestrained.

Ren Lan burst into tears, she gritted her teeth and murmured: "Is there really no other way out..."

Feeling hot on her shoulders, she turned her head and saw Lu Dongqing's profile.

"I'm still here."

She looked blankly at the young man beside her: "Holly, you...do you still have a solution?"

Lu Zhengqiu also showed surprise, and asked, "Dongqing?"

Dongqing looked at the person beside her, her frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and she asked indifferently: "Master, did you just say that children always make mistakes."

Lu Zhengqiu looked puzzled, but still nodded to him and said: "I did say so."

He asked again: "Is it true that no matter what foolish things he has done, adults should forgive him?"

Lu Zhengqiu said: "Of course it is."

He took a deep breath: "Then please forgive me, Master."

He took a deep breath, suddenly let go of the five fingers holding the sword, raised his head and walked in the direction of Baiyu.