This was a world of moonlight. The sky seemed to be crying, and raindrops kept falling.
In the center of the world, there was a Xiao Xiang Teardrop Bamboo. The bamboo's shadow swayed in the wind. In the night rain, the lonely tomb looked very eye-catching.
Tushan Ziyan pulled his hand out of Wu Danqing's hand and slowly walked to the Xiao Xiang Teardrop Bamboo. He looked at the tomb and softly recited:
"Unsatisfied, we become old friends, covering our tears with handkerchiefs.
Life and death are separated by today, meeting for no reason.
The makeup powder in the box is left for the general and future generations.
The Yellow Spring is useless, hating to be dust in the tomb.
Men and women in love, heartless men and women.
Wanting to know where the intestines are broken, the bright moon shines on the lonely tomb. "(Three Poems for Husband, Tang, Kong)
Following Tushan Zixue's voice, the moon showed half of its face in the sky, gently pouring moonlight down. The soft moonlight landed on Tushan Zixue's body and the grave. The faint moonlight was as bright as pearls in the night rain.
Wu Danqing silently flew to the side. He also looked at the tomb for a long time and recited in a deep voice:
"Ten years of life and death. Without thinking, it will be unforgettable. A thousand miles of lonely tomb, no place to talk, desolate. Even if we meet, we won't know each other, face covered in dust, hair like frost. "
"At night, the dream suddenly returns home. Little Xuan Window, dressing up. Looking at each other without words, only tears. I expected to break my intestines every year, bright moon night, short pine ridge. "(Jiangcheng Zi, Su Shi)
When Wu Danqing's voice fell, the night rain stopped, but the wind of the Xiang Fei Teardrop Bamboo grew louder. That voice seemed to be pouring out, pouring out the yearning of thousands of years, pouring out the sorrow of ten thousand years, pouring out that there was a new tomb here, and in the tomb was an old dream.
"Danqing, thank you."
Tears streamed down Tushan Ziyan's face. He turned to look at Wu Danqing affectionately and said, "Thank you for burying my … our corpses together!"
"Song Yue."
Wu Danqing's voice was also very sad. He said, "Not only are our corpses buried here, but also my dream. I dreamed that this tomb could bloom!"
"Keying?"
Tushan Ziyan suddenly thought of something and said anxiously, "Where is Keying? We are all reunited, your dream should bloom! "
"She doesn't seem to be Keying."
Wu Danqing hesitated and answered.
"Impossible!"
Tushan Ziyan shook his head without thinking, "I've seen her. She's Keying!"
"Where did you see him?"
Wu Danqing suddenly thought of something and hurriedly asked.
"At the intersection of the Buddhist Kingdom and the Dao Immortal Realm ~"
Tushan Ziyan blurted out, but then she hurriedly explained, "At that time, I was …"
However, Wu Danqing didn't care about what Tushan Ziyan said at all. He slapped his thigh and said, "Damn it, I get it now. That day, I saw you, not her!"
"What do you mean?"
Tushan Ziya was surprised, asking, "Didn't you save Ke Ying that day?"
"Yes, it's me!"
Wu Danqing looked a little excited and explained, "In order to find you, I often used a secret technique of divination. That time, I divined that you were at the border of the Celestial Court, so I rushed there immediately. But as soon as I arrived at the border between the Buddhist Kingdom and the Celestial Court, I met Ke Ying. I always thought it was the blessing of the Heavenly Dao that allowed me to find Ke Ying easily. Now that I think about it, I probably met her on the way to find you!"
"No, no ~"
Tushan Ziyan waved her hand and said, "Danqing, you're wrong. She's definitely Ke Ying …"
"You and I don't have to argue ~"
Wu Danqing smiled and said, "You'll know when you see it."
While speaking, Wu Danqing raised her hand and pointed at a Xiaoxiang's Tear Bamboo. Whoosh! A drop of rain fell from the Xiaoxiang's Tear Bamboo. Tushan Ziyan looked at the raindrop and saw a Chen Xiaohai inside. The cute little dragon girl, Wang Yuebai, was flying in the Chen Xiaohai.
"Isn't that Ke Ying?"
Tushan Ziyan smiled and said, "Look at that simple-minded fool. Who else could it be?"
"Don't worry ~"
Wu Danqing smiled and raised his hand again. Wang Yuebai flew out of the drop of water.
"Your Majesty ~"
After Wang Yuebai flew out, she looked around and said grumpily, "I told you, I'm not Ke Ying. I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Ke Ying ~"
Tushan Ziyan smiled and said, "Do you still remember that poem?"
"Who are you?"
Wang Yuebai tilted her head and looked at Tushan Ziyan curiously.
"My name is Han Songyue ~"
Tushan Ziyan replied, "I'm your sister in your previous life ~"
"Hmph ~"
Wang Yuebai curled her lips and snorted coldly. "I don't have a previous life, and I don't have a sister!"
"Listen to this ~"
Tushan Ziyan didn't give up and said,
"From sleeping in the rattan bed and paper canopy, I can't say enough, no good thoughts. The agarwood fragrance is intermittent, the jade furnace is cold, accompanying my feelings like water. The flute sounds thrice, the plum blossoms' hearts are broken, how many feelings of spring. "
"The gentle wind and drizzling rain, urging the tears of a thousand lines down. The flute player goes to the jade tower and is empty, who does the broken intestines lie with? One branch is broken, there is no one in the world to send it to. "(Gu Yan 'er, Li Qingzhao)
As Tushan Ziyan recited, the sky cried again. Drops of night rain fell, wetting Wang Yuebai's heart.
Wang Yuebai couldn't help but cry.
Unfortunately, when Tushan Ziyan finished reciting, she asked, "Ke Ying, what do you think of?"
"I …"
Wang Yuebai shook her head blankly. "I think this poem is great!"
"Then ~"
Tushan Ziyan thought for a moment, took Wang Yuebai's hand, and said, "Let me tell you a story?"
"Okay, okay ~"
Wang Yuebai was overjoyed and said, "I like to listen to stories the most. When I was young, Senior Brother often told me stories!"
"Senior Brother?"
Tushan Ziyan glanced at Wu Danqing. Wu Danqing said impatiently, "I'll tell you after you're done with her!"
"Okay ~"
Tushan Ziyan nodded and said, "Danqing, I didn't finish just now. When I'm done with the past life, I'll continue with this life. I still remember that it was in the afternoon …"
Tushan Ziyan began to tell the story of the past almost without thinking. The story was very long. Wu Danqing, Han Songyue, and Xu Ke Ying's feelings were also very complicated. In order to awaken Wang Yuebai's memory, Tushan Ziyan even used the secret technique of Qingqiu Mountain.
No one cared about how long Tushan Ziyan talked about. Whether it was Wu Danqing, Wang Yuebai, or even Jiu Xia who was suppressed on the side, they were all immersed in the story. It was as if they were once again experiencing the joys and sorrows of the past life. (See Divine Talisman for details of the story. WeChat public account: A small segment of the third flower. It was serialized, but only 255 chapters were written.)
Time flew by, and only true love was passed down forever. Jiu Xia had never thought that his master, whom he hated to the core, would have such a lingering relationship with the supreme of the Heavenly Court, the Azure Thearch. Even his cunning master and the seemingly naive Xiao Longnu both died for the Azure Thearch.
Although Little Dragon Maiden Wang Yuebai was very touched, she felt that she was just a spectator and didn't touch the soul. Wu Danqing thought for a moment and continued, "In the past life, after you all died, I tried my best to find you all. As my cultivation increased day by day, I realized that our feelings were far more than just one life. I used to be called Lan Yu, and you were called Du Xiaoxiao, Du Xin, or Dong Xin …"
Wu Danqing told them about the past few lives. Finally, she pointed at the grave behind her and said, "I buried the remains of our past lives here. Because we wanted to be together in every life, but we couldn't do it in every life. That's why I called this new grave burying our old dreams."
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