Qing Yun Zhi Zhi Yu An I

After Su Anxi woke up, she always felt that she had lost something important, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember it.

"Xie'er, you're awake." Bi Yao walked towards her with a smile on her shoulders.

"Baguio..."

"What's wrong?" Putting down the food and sitting beside Su Anxi.

"Baguio, did I forget something important?"

Baguio replied with a calm expression: "You fell seriously ill after you came back from Bihuotian Ice Lake, and you can't remember the past after waking up." She remembered what her father told her before she came to see Xi'er.

"Really?" Su Anxi looked at her suspiciously.

"Of course. You have a serious illness and you forgot everything." Baguio nodded her head angrily.

Su Anxi took off the bell on her waist, "Then where did I get this bell?"

Baguio looks at the bell and recalls what his father said.

****I am the dividing line of Baguio memories****

"Father, if Xi'er asks how the heart-stopping bell around her waist came about, how should I answer?"

The Ghost King smiled lightly, "If she asks, just say that you got this magic weapon by accident in the Blood Training Hall."

"Blood training hall?" Biguio asked suspiciously.

"Because she had a serious illness after returning from the Bihuotian Ice Lake, and she forgot everything about the past."

"..."

****I am the dividing line at the end of Baguio memories****

Baguio smiled and said, "This bell is something you got by accident when you were in the blood training hall."

Looking at the bell in his hand, he was a little puzzled and said, "It doesn't look like an ordinary magic weapon. How could a blood training hall have such a magic weapon?"

"You forgot, although the Blood Training Hall has fallen into its former glory, it is not surprising that many rare treasures were obtained under the leadership of the old man with a black heart."

Su Anxi still felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Okay, it's time to eat, let's see what delicious food I brought you." After speaking, Baguio got up and brought the food box over.

When I opened it, I saw all kinds of pastries, including sugar-steamed shortbread, four-color shortbread, Jinhua shortbread, lotus leaf soup, and her favorite osmanthus sugar-steamed chestnut flour cake.

"Baguio, how do you know that I like steamed chestnut flour cake with sweet-scented osmanthus?"

Baguio laughed and said, "You are my sister, of course I know you like steamed chestnut flour cake with sweet-scented osmanthus."

Su Anxi held Baguio's hand with a smile, and said coquettishly, "Baguio, you're better for me~~"

Baguio snorted softly, "Of course."

After playing with Baguio for a while, I felt a little tired, so I greeted her and went back to my room to sleep.

****I am the dividing line of dreams****

where is this place?

There are large stretches of ancient trees here, seven or eight arhats may not be able to hug them together, they are lush and dense but there is no darkness covering the sky, and the golden sunlight penetrates the top of the trees like a canopy.

The majestic building is located in the woods, with dragon pattern cornices, auspicious clouds and blue tiles, sacred and solemn, and every building is like a mountain, which makes people feel awe-inspiring.

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar place, she was a little puzzled, could it be that she had been here before?Otherwise, why would I have a sense of familiarity.

"You need to raise your arms a bit, and your wrists must be strong." A tall, dignified, unsmiling middle-aged man was instructing a little girl to practice sword.

There seems to be some deja vu.

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A man with a long body, a light blue robe, a crown of black hair, sword eyebrows and star eyes, handsome and handsome, cool and awe-inspiring, standing alone has a righteous and awe-inspiring temperament, and a set of swordsmanship is even more smooth.

Who is this man?Why does my heart ache?

Brace your sword vertically and horizontally, you are astounded with stunning talent, but you sigh looking back at your blood-stained plain face,

Sleeves brushed, white clothes scattered in the distance, old dreams flow like water.

Slaying the dragon with one sword and startling the dragon, the graceful elegance cannot conceal the full history,

Biying wanders around the world of mortals, pity Xunxian, looking back on the past like smoke.

who are you?

I found myself unable to shout, and this sense of powerlessness gradually spread throughout my body.

Watching that person go further and further away, but she couldn't make any sound to stop him from leaving.

His vision gradually blurred, and his eyes were completely dark.

****I am the dividing line at the end of the dream****

"do not go!"

Su Anxi woke up suddenly, touched the sweat on her forehead, covered her heart, feeling empty in her heart.

Lying on the bed, wanting to continue falling asleep, but after having that dream, I couldn't fall back asleep again. Just as I wanted to get up to pour a cup of tea, I heard a faint sound of a flute outside.

Out of curiosity, I looked in the direction of the sound of the flute and saw a strange man playing the flute under the peach blossom tree.

When he came behind Qin Wuyan, he sized him up, "Who are you?"

Qin Wuyan turned around, seeing that Su Anxi didn't recognize him, he was surprised and said, "You don't know me anymore?"

Su Anxi laughed and said: "You are very strange, are you famous? Why should I know you?"

Qin Wuyan smiled lightly, "I'm here to visit my friend Qinglong, remember...do you know him?"

Visit Big Brother Qinglong?

Su Anxi looked left and right, and said with a smile: "So you are a friend of Brother Qinglong? What's your name?"

"Exactly, Qin Wuyan from the Xia Wan Poison Sect came to discuss the alliance with the Ghost King under the order of Master Poison God."

"Wan Du Sect?" Su Anxi circled around him, the name was so familiar, she swayed in front of Qin Wuyan and said, "I remembered, Mr. Du, right?"

"It's right here." Qin Wuyan nodded with a smile.

"Why is the direct disciple of Poison God's flute sounding desolate and resentful? Why, isn't he doing well with Poison God? That's why he listened to the flute to release his dissatisfaction and sorrow?"

Qin Wuyan laughed and said: "The mouth is still so poisonous, each has its own troubles, can't you just touch the scene?"

Su Anxi pursed her lips and smiled lightly, "I didn't expect that the poisonous young man who is so talented and arrogant will also hurt the spring and the autumn, but it is still rare. No wonder Brother Qinglong always says you..."

"Qinglong? What did Qinglong say about me?" Qin Wuyan asked anxiously.

There was a cunning flash in Su Anxi's eyes, and she smiled and said, "It's nothing. I'm just feeling emotional for a while."

"Emotional? What's there to be emotional about?"

"It's just that I didn't expect that one of the four major sects I taught, the master of the Wandu Sect, the closed disciple of the Poison God, is young and mysterious, with unfathomable morals, and people call him the Poison Master. There is also a sense of desolation and sadness."

"Even Du Gongzi has his troubles. After all, he is human and not a god."

Su Anxi smiled and didn't speak, she glanced at the flute in his hand and asked, "Can you play the flute?"

Qin Wuyan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"Then can you teach me how to play?" The dark eyes are as clear as a stream of water, the eyes are gentle and soft, and there is an indescribable pure smile like the epiphyllum in the world, releasing the quiet rhythm, which is beautiful and pours into people's hearts, with a kind of holy beauty .

Her eyes, which seemed to be filled with spiritual energy, were looking at her quietly at this moment, the eyes were as clear as water, and his figure was reflected in the pupils, Qin Wuyan looked a little bewildered.

She is beautiful, and he has always known that when he saw her for the first time in Yudu City, he deeply engraved her image in his heart, and the trace will remain in his heart forever.

"Okay." Qin Wuyan smiled slightly at Su Anxi.

Qin Wuyan walked towards him slowly, walked behind her and leaned forward, took her weak and boneless little hand and put the flute in her palm, crossed his hands, pinched the body of the flute, and slowly lifted it from in front of him, Finally put the flute horizontally by his mouth.

Putting her fingertips on a certain flute hole, she said softly: "When you play, you should gently press the sound holes alternately with your fingers and follow the rhythm, so that you can play the flute with a clear and melodious sound."

"Come and try it out."

Su Anxi nodded receptively, "Okay."

She gently moved the flute to her lips, lowered her eyes, opened her red lips lightly, and the sound of the flute was clear and melodious.

Ethereal and distant, mellow and melodious, like a clear spring, fresh and transparent, like a rainbow, ethereal and hidden, the sound of the flute is the natural heart language...

Su Anxi gradually became familiar with flute-playing skills, and her bony hands pressed regularly on the flute.The next moment, the sound of the flute suddenly subsided again at a very high level, and almost at the same time, there was a gust of breeze.It seems that the sound of the flute is one with nature.And the sound of the flute, which fluctuates wantonly between the heaven and the earth, also generously shows the detached state of mind of the flute player.

Qin Wuyan was a little surprised. He didn't expect Su Anxi, who was just learning to play the flute, to be extremely talented. He only played it once, but practice makes perfect.

It's really interesting to hook your lips slightly.

Ghost King and Baguio, who were standing in the distance, looked at the scene with different expressions.

When did Xi'er and Qin Wuyan have such a good relationship?Why doesn't she know?

It seems that Xi'er, who has no memory, has no hostility towards Qin Wuyan, which really makes her a little worried. She is afraid that she will be deceived by Qin Wuyan.

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