Floating like a dream, live up to your first love

At sunset, after Bai Zihua took care of the matters at hand, he received a voice transmission from Sheng Xiaomo, inviting him to the Hall of Ecstasy.

Walking on the promenade, he saw empty things falling in the courtyard, for no reason, Bai Zihua felt another pain in his heart, before he could think about it, Sheng Xiaomo's sound transmission came again, he had no choice but to get up against the wind and go down to the hall.

As soon as he arrived in the Palace of Ecstasy, he heard Sheng Xiaomo's laziness complaining: "Senior brother, I've been calling you for so long, why did you arrive?"

In the octagonal gazebo, Sheng Xiaomo lay flat on the bench, squinting a pair of peach blossom eyes, savoring the sake in the glass with relish, even at a distance, Bai Zihua could smell the strange aroma in the wine.

"What's the matter calling me so urgently?" Sitting across from him, Bai Zihua poured himself a glass of wine and asked.

"Drink, this is fine wine from a hundred years ago, and your disciples used it to honor me." Sheng Xiao smiled treacherously.

Bai Zihua lowered his eyebrows, but when he saw that the sake in the white jade cup had turned yellow, he knew it was extraordinary. He took a sip, the taste was mellow, and there was a faint fragrance of peach blossom in the wine.

Sheng Xiaomo got half of his body away from the bench, approached him, and asked expectantly, "How is it?"

Knocking the wine glass on the stone table lightly, Bai Zihua said flatly, "Don't be devious, if you have anything to say, just talk about it."

He laughed dryly, "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you." Sheng Xiaomo lay back on the bench again, turned the wine glass in his hand, and said casually, "Listen to You Ruo, are you going to attend this year's feast of immortals?"

"Yeah." He nodded lightly.

"I haven't been there for so many years, why do I suddenly want to go this year?" Sheng Xiao asked in amazement.

"I just want to go, what's the problem?"

Sitting up straight, Sheng Xiao said silently, "You can't go," facing Bai Zihua's suspicious gaze, he said seriously, "Eldest brother and I have calculated, since that day, your fate, Seems out of order."

"If you want to avoid it, you want to meet it instead," Bai Zihua shook his head, and said in a low voice, "Since it's here, let it be safe."

Sighing, Sheng Xiaomo put down his wine glass, and persuaded: "It's always good to avoid it, don't be like that apprentice of yours 200 years ago..."

Frowning, Bai Zihua interrupted him: "I have my own sense of proportion. When disaster comes, there is no way to avoid it." He had a vague premonition that if he didn't go this time, he would miss something.

Picking up the wine glass, Sheng Xiao smiled softly: "I knew it would be like this. Brother insisted on me persuading you, but it's a pity that you never take anything to heart."

"It's nothing, I'm leaving first." He nodded slightly, saying goodbye, and before leaving, he didn't forget to say, "Your wine is just ordinary Wangyou wine, with peach petals added."

Sheng Xiaomo's face darkened, and he secretly scolded You Ruo for being a jerk, then remembered something again: "Senior brother, wait a minute." As he spoke, he took out something from the cauldron and threw it to him in the air.

The crisp jingle of the palace bell made Bai Zihua's expression change, and some fragments of memories scattered across his mind.

Sheng Xiaomo was still muttering, "Why did you leave the bell that you have been carrying for 200 years in the Changliu Hall? When you lost it last time, you made a huge fuss and scared me and senior brother. You are too careless..."

With a splitting headache and ringing in his ears, Bai Zihua no longer had the heart to listen to what he was saying, so he hurriedly drew his sword and rushed back to the Palace of Unrequited Love.

There are many peach blossoms in the Palace of Heartlessness, but the most prosperous one is missing in front of his gate.

Staring at the stone table in front of the door for a long time, there used to be a woman who stayed here every day, waiting for him to go home.

The strong wind blows, and the peach blossoms are flying all over the courtyard. Bai Zihua reaches out his hand stupidly, and catches one of them. He recalls that day in the cloud palace, she also created such a peach blossom rain. Yan.

She said that life, old age, sickness and death, love and hate, love and hatred, the passage of time, is it an illusion created by the senses, the moon is full and then it is short, the water is full and then overflows, there is life, there must be death... This is the case with Tangbao, the case with the East, Me, too.

At that time, she had already decided to embark on a path of extinction.

Suddenly remembered something, he hurried into her bedroom, rummaged through the box, and finally found the wooden box in the dark compartment under her bed, and saw a stack of tissue paper inside, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it's okay, The stuff is still there.

A piece of drawing paper, the flexible lines outline his outline, and write her thoughts.At that time, how did she admire him humblely and sweetly?Is it also like him at this time, spending every day in fear?

The pain of the unfeeling pool of water in his left arm hit, Bai Zihua was sweating profusely, the pain stimulated the memory, and the past was so clear in an instant, that night when the red candle was flickering, she laughed and asked him, Master, if tomorrow I am going to die, will you marry me today?

They had worshiped, got married, drank a cup of wine, and they were a real couple. That night, the sadness in her eyes was so strong that she couldn't get rid of it, but she was so happy, and her soft words still echoed in her ears- ----If you can marry the master in this life, even if you die immediately, Xiao Gu has no regrets...

There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, and the king does not know it.Those words came into view unexpectedly, and Bai Zihua laughed out loud. What's the use of keeping these things? Erase, it's ridiculous that he is still clinging to the belief that she is not dead, keeping all this, waiting for her to come back...

Fool, she was already dead, 200 years ago... His body was shaking, and he overturned the desk in front of him.

Hearing the sound, You Ruo rushed in, helped him up, and said anxiously: "Master, what's wrong? What happened?"

There was light in his eyes, Bai Zihua put his arms around her shoulders, and asked repeatedly: "Where is Xiaogu? Where is Xiaogu? Where did Xiaogu go?"

"Who is Xiaogu?"

"Hua Qiangu, your master, demon god! Don't you even remember your master?"

You Ruo asked suspiciously: "Didn't my master die long ago? Didn't master die together with the demon god 200 years ago?"

died?The scar that was too painful made him not so clear-headed, and her figure was blurred in his memory again. Bai Zihua drew out his long sword, and slashed fiercely on the scar, blood spurted out, and the flesh was mutilated.

You Ruo exclaimed, "Your Majesty, what are you doing?" He hurriedly clicked twice on several hemostatic acupuncture points on his arm.

Bai Zihua looked pale, looked at the blood dripping from his arm, and murmured: "Xiaogu..."

Blood was spilled on You Ruo's long skirt, and on the box of tissue paper, he just stared blankly at those drawing papers, at a loss for what to do.On every picture, there is him, without her.

There was a breeze blowing in from the window casement, and the tissue paper in the box turned into powder, fluttered and fluttered by the wind, and scattered in every corner of the room without a trace.

Bai Zihua closed the wooden box in panic, and shouted, "Close the window, don't! Xiaogu, don't!"

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That night, there was a heavy rainstorm in Changliu Mountain, and Bai Zihua chopped down all the peach blossom trees in Jueqing Temple. Some of the bright red petals merged into the rainwater, and gurgled into red streams, like blood; Washed by the rain, the pieces are mixed into the soil and rot together with the leaves.

In the early morning, the sun was shining, and the only peach blossom tree in the Jueqing Temple stretched its branches and leaves. After being washed by the rain, the leaves were shining brightly in the sun.Bai Zihua closed his eyes and sat under the tree, leaning against the tree trunk, his white clothes were stained with mud, he was in a state of embarrassment.

After a night of tossing, he saved the tree's breath at the cost of hundreds of peach blossom trees in the Palace of Unrequited Love.

☆, once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless in the world