The night is already deep.

There is no moon tonight, only stars.

Danfeng, the dining table under Lao Linghuai is in a mess, covered with white locust tree petals, and there is no one eating or drinking at the table.

There was a cold night wind blowing over, blowing up the petals on the ground, on the table, and on the trees. In the dim starlight, white petals were flying under the trees.

The faint sound of the flute sounded.

Li Shiyin tied up her hair, pushed open the door to the living room, and walked out while tying her apron. She walked to the dining table, skillfully gathered the remaining food together, stacked the stackable bowls, and scattered the wine glasses on the floor.

, wine bottle, chopsticks, etc., sorted them a little, picked up two piles of bowls, and walked back to the door of the living room.

After going back and forth three or four times, she put all the dishes and chopsticks on the table into the room. She also brought a towel to wipe the table and wiped the dining table clean carefully.

She walked back to the kitchen, changed the dishwashing towels, washed the dishes three times, washed them one by one, and put them away in the cabinet where the dishes were stored.

The dishes were washed, the pots and the stove were washed, and the kitchen floor was swept. As usual, the kitchen was cleaned after meals.

The flute is still sounding.

She untied her apron and hung it on the hanger at the door of the kitchen. She grabbed a comb, hair rope, hairpin, mirror and other items and walked out of the cabin to the dining table.

She placed the mirror firmly on the table with the mirror facing her, moved a chair and sat down, untied her hair, and let her long hair spread freely. She pulled her hair in front of her body, picked up the comb, and looked at the mirror

Combing your hair quietly.

As if it were normal.

The flute keeps sounding, and the locust flowers keep falling.

Following the sound of the flute, Qin Ran was leaning on the roof of the small wooden house, squinting his eyes and playing the jade flute with a hint of drunkenness in his eyes.

The sound of Qingyue's flute came out slowly, ringing in the sky above Daojianmen.

The night wind blew, blowing his hair, clothes, and strands of hair. The wind blew the sound of the flute toward Xijian Lake.

At the intersection of Xijian Lake and Danfeng Creek, there is a tall, simple and rough cat climbing frame. Zhui Feng is sleeping on it. This cat climbing frame is his favorite.

He also drank a lot and was a little drunk.

The handsome tiger face of King Danfeng is filled with many emotions of separation; King Danfeng is always cocked high, and his arrogant and domineering tail hangs listlessly on the cat climbing frame.

The wind blew the peach blossoms on the other side of the lake, and the peach blossoms carried the sound of the flute and floated to the lake.

In the middle of Xijian Lake, Li An used the sword energy as a boat, lying in the boat and looking at the sky.

A young man doesn’t know how to worry, a young man doesn’t know how to say goodbye, he just drank wine secretly and felt dizzy.

The night wind blew gently, the lake water rippled, and the sword boat rocked, making his head dizzy.

There are stars in the sky and stars in the lake. Most of the time, he doesn't know whether he is floating in the sky or floating in the lake.

Under the old locust tree, Li Shiyin combed her long hair smoothly, tied it up with a headband, put on her hair accessories, and inserted her hairpins.

She looked in the mirror and made fine adjustments until she was satisfied, then she put away the tools and took them back to her room to put them away.

She walked up the wooden stairs behind the living room to the second floor of the cabin, passed through the exercise room, and returned to their room. She changed her clothes in the room, and sorted out the clothes she wanted to take away, including the master's and hers.

Qiankun bag.

She walked out of the bedroom, locked the door, stood in the corridor, raised her head and shouted upstairs:

"master……

"Let's go."

The flute on the roof paused and continued to sound. After a while, Li Shiyin sensed movement outside the formation. He looked over and saw a master flying back from outside.

The master flew directly from the air to the roof and merged into the body of the master on the roof.

Then there was movement again, and three clones rushed back from outside...

Three, eight, a dozen...

Gu Yueming once asked Qin Ran how many clones he had. That night, Daojianmen disciples saw the figure of the leader of Danfeng in the sky above Daojianmen.

When the last clone entered Qin Ran's body, Qin Ran stood up while playing the flute.

The cat was on the climbing frame, Zhui Feng woke up, stood up, jumped forward, his body was big enough, came to Qin Ran, lowered his head and leaned over.

Qin Ran took a step forward and sat on his side.

Zhui Feng turned around and when the wind picked up, he took Qin Ran off and took off.

Li Shiyin bent her knees and came behind Qin Ran, hugging Qin Ran from behind and leaning her face on Qin Ran's back.

Chai Feng stepped on the wind and flew towards the door of Daojian.

When he was about to leave Danfeng, he swung his tail, rolled up Li An from the lake, and took him away with him.

That night, everyone in the Daojian Sect saw the leader of Danfeng playing a jade flute, riding a white tiger, and heading west.

Among the white petals, Long Qiqi walked out of the room and looked at Zhui Feng walking away in the darkness, with tears streaming down his face.

She raised her hand, and in the palm of her hand there was a pill filled with spiritual energy, which was called Tianbu Dan.

"Take care, take care, take care..." she murmured, "you must stay alive."

Some people wanted to plant peach blossoms all over the mountain, but now they have planted half of the mountain. Now is the time when the peach blossoms are withering, and the peach blossom petals are flying all over the Danfeng Mountain.

A peach blossom swirled in the night wind, flew to the mountain behind Danfeng, and landed on the windowsill of a cave in the back mountain.

A flawless and delicate hand stretched out from the window and picked up the petals of the peach blossom. The pink peach blossom lay in the palm of the white hand.

Tushan lay leisurely on the window sill, staring blankly at the direction Qin Ran left in the darkness.

She looked at it crazily, eagerly, reluctant to move even a little bit.

At least there is still his breath in that direction. I will never see him again, and I won't even be able to feel his breath.

How could there be such a cruel man in this world? She couldn't understand.

She has a peerless and perfect face, figure, and charm. All men in the world will surrender to her, but he does not;

She tightened her mind and quietly studied formations at Danfeng. She wanted to plant a mountain full of peach blossoms for him, but he didn't care;

She knew that his heart belonged to Li Shiyin, and she hinted that she could share it with Li Shiyin, but he did not respond;

She said she only wanted to have a good night with him, but he left in disdain.

He is just a man, and on her terms, he has stooped so low, but has gained nothing.

Is this interesting?

not interesting.

does it worth?

not worth it.

But...even if he leaves, she still wants to plant a mountain full of peach blossoms on the hilltop where he once lived.

When he comes back, we can still see him.

She looked at the darkness and listened to the sound of the jade flute in the wind, and her heart was swallowed up by the darkness.

The world is big and the earth is big, to be separated from each other and never to see each other again, what kind of torture is this?

Tian Wenjin stood on the top of Jianfeng Peak, looking in the darkness in the direction where Li Shiyin left.

In front of her was an abyss, and a frantic cold wind blew from below. The cold wind was like a knife, cutting people's hearts. She remembered that they had enjoyed the sunrise together here. At that time, the glow was so bright, and the gorgeous colors made her think that it was...

their future.

At that time, she invited her: "Come to Danfeng with me!"

She replied: "Okay."

"Hahahaha..." The sword on her back suddenly laughed wildly and said, "Li Shiyin! Li Shiyin! You actually fell in love with Li Shiyin! It's really ridiculous! Hahaha...

"No wonder you can forget me...it turns out you like women!"

Do you need a reason to forget someone?

need.

She needs a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand. If she is not really heartbroken, how can she forget him?

So do you need a reason to love someone?

Tian Wenjin ignored him.

In fact, Huang Feiyu was trapped in the sword, which was an indefinite criminal law... life imprisonment!

In the gathering square of the main peak, Gu Yueming, the leader of the Dao Sword Sect, stood on the edge of the square. He felt relieved when he saw that Qin Ran really left with Li Shiyin and Zhui Feng.

But after he felt relieved, he felt pity again.

Zhui Feng is about to reach adulthood and will be a great demon in the stage of becoming a god. He can even reach the Hedao level. If he is not taken away, he will be a top-notch warrior;

Li Shiyin's talent in swordsmanship is outstanding and is only inferior to that of Lu Junxing. In fact, she is the only one who can lead the monks in battle, and her value is not inferior to that of Lu Junxing.

But they were all taken away by Qin Ran.
To be continued...