Chapter 22

Jinxi: Things are people, not everything.

There is a forgotten place in the heaven, beside the Forgotten River.There is also a forgotten fairy-Ye Feng,
It is rumored that the riverside is full of coquettish and blood-red Bana flowers that are different from the underworld. The Bana flowers on the bank of the Wangchuan River are so white that people are ashamed in front of it, but there is only one person who has already merged with the snow-colored Bana flowers. Ye Feng.

The wind helped the Bianhua, Ye Yan bent down to look at it, the enchanting Bianhua bloomed beautifully, it was so enchanting and alluring.Ye Feng couldn't help but smile knowingly.

He knew that this white Bianhua was his favorite woman in this world——it was transformed into the color of snow, as pure as snow, and that pure white also symbolized that their pale period had not yet begun Annihilation of love.

Memories, past events.

Night, heaven, on the bank of Wangchuan River.

The breeze passed by slightly, and the Wangchuan River, which had already become milky white and turbid, did not see any ripples.It is rumored that all the tears of resentment in the world, bit by bit, converge here into the endless river of Wangchuan.

It carries the grief and remorse of countless undead, and it is also the most mournful river in the world.Since the beginning of the month, Yinhua has been scattered in the pale passing water, poignant and seductive.Langya jade, thirteen strings.A man dressed in snow-blue clothes was sitting under the Huawang Pavilion not far away.Caress a song of high mountains and flowing water, and make thousands of people drunk.

Faintly, intermittent applause came.

It was this messy applause that broke the man's enthusiasm.With a sweep of his body, the man flew out of the pavilion.Look for the sound.

A woman in white tulle lilies stands in front of the man independently, but her attire is extremely simple; on her slightly rolled-up temples, there is only a white hosta flower, no makeup applied, crescent eyebrows are lightly drawn, and lips are like cherries.Her skin is like snow, which can be broken with a snap of the fingers, and it blooms like a shocking white flower that is not stained by any mortal dust, making the moonlight pale.

"Under Ye Yan, I dare to ask the fairy you are..." The man stared at the woman in front of him, casually asking; he was not moved by the woman's alluring beauty, and the expression on his face remained calm as before.

There was no trace of surprise in the clear eyes.Hearing this, the woman smiled at the man, and clasped her slender fingers lightly like cutting onions; then countless white petals flew all over the sky, and in just a moment, the white petals were neatly arranged into two words: snow color.

The man suddenly smiled coldly, and said, "So, you are that dumb girl—Xue Se!" There was a little sarcasm in his words.The woman was taken aback for a moment, and a gleam of light flashed in her autumn-like eyes; then, she nodded and left in a hurry.

Fairy from the Other Shore, Alluring Snow Color:

March in Yangchun is the season when pear blossoms are in full bloom.

The smoked willows and remnant reds are also brighter after last night's rain, and there is a faint fragrance of pear blossoms, which is intoxicating.After the rain, the sky is still cloudy.

In the morning, the mountains and rivers in the distance are rendered by thick fog, blurred, ethereal and misty, like looking for flowers in the fog, which makes it hard to see clearly.The vegetation turns dew into frost, and the plants and trees with a little morning dew are also brewing in the slightly humid air, just like an ink painting.

Suddenly, Ye Feng, who was leaning in the Wanghua Pavilion, had a whim, and waved his hand to conjure up some brush, ink and rice paper.On that day, with his fingertips sharpened, he grabbed the pen with his slender hand, waved it slightly, and made a few hasty strokes. In a moment, the pear blossom picture rendered in ink appeared with a unique charm.What a picture of black pear blossoms!he thinks.

At that time, the wind suddenly picked up.The white petals like cicada's wings danced, raising the gauze curtain all over the sky; when these petals fell into a mound one by one, a woman appeared.This woman is none other than Xuese.

Snow-colored steps moved lightly, and as for the pavilion, he held the "ink-colored pear blossom picture" in the palm of his hand and carefully admired it.After rewarding, Xue Se smiled and approved, with a very happy expression.

There was a hint of contempt in Ye Yan's blue-colored eyes, "Xuese, do you like this mundane thing—pear blossoms?" His words were like ice falling into a deep cellar, chilling again and again.

No, Xue Se shook her head, her face seemed to darken.

"Oh? Then dare to ask what the fairy likes?" Ye Yan sneered mockingly.Suddenly, the snow-colored brush was swiped on the rice paper; a picture of ink-colored flowers on the other side came out spontaneously.Although her paintings are not as good as Ye Feng's, they also have an aura that cannot be ignored, full of charm, and that kind of artistic conception is also unattainable by ordinary people, refined and refined; it has a lively beauty.

"What kind of flower is this?" Ye Yan stared at the painting and asked in a low voice.Xuese swiped the pen again, and five delicate and gentle characters came out: Xuese Bianhua.

"Xue Se, could it be that you are the Flower Fairy from the Other Side?" Ye Yan pondered for a while, with a light of expectation bursting out of his eyes.snowy nod

(End of this chapter)

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