readx(); Above the peak, a You Pavilion stands.

The white clouds have been for thousands of years, the peaks have been lush with lush grass. A crane roams the clouds, and the poetry reaches the blue sky.

There is a gauze curtain in the pavilion, which is floating in the wind, and there is a slight fairy clothes.

A young man stood in the pavilion, with a black and white Taoist robe, black hair shawl, dark eyes were faint, and a hint of confusion.

The boy has a great temperament and fair skin. It makes people wonder what a great boy. The only thing that is bad is the hideous wound between his neck, the flesh and blood are turned outward, and a large area of ​​dark red blood has turned into blood scabs, covering half of his face and neck. There is also the Taoist robe.

Li Xianyuan looked around and said that he was not sure.

There is a low table in the pavilion, with two cushions placed. The tea water on the low table is steaming, rising and dissipating with the wind.

Once you come, you will be at peace.

Li Xianyuan stepped forward and sat cross-legged in the cushion. He wanted to reach out to hold the teacup that he had obviously prepared for him, but there was no movement for a long time.

He couldn't help but lower his head, and saw his right arm drooping without any consciousness. Only then did Li Xianyuan remember that his right arm was crushed into the ruins and was destroyed, so he naturally had no consciousness.

Pull out his left hand, hold the teacup and lower his head to drink lightly.

The gurgling sound, the Adam's apple moved slightly. The tea fragrance overflowed, and the hot tea fell into the stomach, as if it warmed the body.

"It would be great if this is the place to stay after death." Li Xianyuan said softly, staring at the teacup in his hand, as if playing with it.

"Did you say I look like a cow head and horse face?"

A slight sound like a silk bamboo meeting the wind, like a crisp sound of silver beads falling from the jade plate sounded behind him.

Li Xianyuan froze and motionless.

Goosebumps rose all over my body.

Turning back stiffly, Li Xianyuan finally met the man.

On the night of the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.

The moon rises to the willows, and people make an appointment after dusk.

On the night of the year this year, the moon and the lights are still there.

I didn't see anyone last year, and tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt.

The person behind him was a girl. At the age of twelve or thirteen, she had a delicate face with a blushing face, a silk brocade and ink flower robe, with soft black hair tied up with a high bun, and a quaint sachet tied around her waist. Her eyebrows were curved, her hands were backed, her delicate body was slightly stretched forward, and her head was tilted to smile.

Ji Canghai, or... Li Wan'er.

The tip of his nose felt sore, and tears suddenly surged into his eyes. Li Xianyuan stood there in a daze and looked up at the figure.

"What are you looking at? I've never seen a beautiful girl." The girl's pink lips slightly shook, and her smile could not be hidden no matter what.

"I'm so old, I'm still crying. But after three months of seeing you, I've become so weak and uninhibited?"

Li Xianyuan walked past Li Wan'er with her hands on her back. Li Wan'er walked to the opposite side of the low table, smiled and turned around, and knelt on the futon.

Above the Jue Peak, a You Pavilion is set up.

The white clouds have been for thousands of years, the peaks have been lush with lush grass. A crane roams the clouds, and the poetry reaches the blue sky.

There is a gauze curtain in the pavilion, which is floating in the wind, and there is a slight fairy clothes.

A young girl sat in the pavilion, staring at each other without blinking.

One moment, two moments. One stick of incense...

"...what are you looking at?" Tea stopped steaming, and Li Xianyuan finally spoke, although he was looking at her too.

As soon as the words were spoken, the sound was dry and unpleasant.

The girl held her cheeks with her hands, supported her on the table, and bulged her mouth and said, "I haven't seen it for a long time. I won't have a chance to see it in the future. Why not take advantage of this time to see it enough. I know you won't mind."

A tingling heart.

Li Xianyuan said: "I should call you Ji Canghai or Li Wan'er."

Li Wan'er has curved eyelashes and shows cunning: "If you like men, call me Ji Canghai. If you want to like women, call me Li Wan'er, please be happy."

"sea……"

Li Wan'er said angrily: "You really like men!"

"..." Li Xianyuan was speechless and spoke for a moment: "Wan'er."

"What are you doing!" Li Wan'er said unyieldingly: "If you become a man, do you want others?"

"..." Li Xianyuan, who has always been eloquent, was surprised to speak and didn't know what to say.

After a long silence, I said a stupid thing.

"Is this my illusion before my death?"

Li Wan'er bulged her mouth, leaned over, grabbed Li Xianyuan's left hand, covered her cheek, blushed and said angrily: "Can the hallucination feel so good!"

Suddenly, Li Wan'er let go of Li Xianyuan's palm, stroked her lace of her shirt with a slender hand, and licked her pink lips to look at Li Xianyuan: If you don't believe it, you can still touch it..."

As if he had recovered the taste of the past, Li Xianyuan shook his head and said, "It's so peaceful."

"You!" Li Wan'er slapped the table, then covered her hands and burst into tears, which made her slap hurt.

Seeing all this, Li Xianyuan suddenly thought, if this could be done, it would be worth it even if he died...

At this moment, Li Xianyuan no longer has the ambition to live forever. He just wants to...

"No."

Li Wan'er suddenly shook her head and said. Under Li Xianyuan's gaze, Li Wan'er stood up and walked towards Li Xianyuan, passed by, rolled up the fragrant wind, stepped out of the pavilion, and stood in front of the lonely peak and cliff.

Li Xianyuan suddenly felt frightened and hurriedly got up. Because he was too big, he hit the low table and spilled the tea.

But at this, Li Xianyuan quickly walked towards Li Wan'er, walked to her, and turned to look at her.

She was standing in front of her, so Li Wan'er would never have the possibility of falling.

Seeing the intention, Li Wan'er slightly picked the corner of her lips: "Are you willing? You still have a lot of things to do on it."

"I wish to win one person's heart."

"So stupid." Li Wan'er suddenly wrinkled her nose: "Stand here, aren't you waiting for me to do it?"

Without waiting for Li Xianyuan to react, Li Wan'er gently stroked Li Xianyuan's neck with a slender hand, tears in her eyes, and heartache: "These injuries must have suffered a lot. I have been watching. Brother Li, you shouldn't have fallen here. You have a lot of things to do. Go back, the mortal world is where you should stay."

"What's the meaning."

"Yinzuizi, I wrote the Taoist painting for me. I can force my soul to keep my soul in the world, but no ordinary people can do it. He is actually an immortal. I have only half a month of my life, but after I force it, he took away my half-month life and made a soul to keep my soul to keep my soul. After I died, I did not go to the underworld, but stayed in this painting and followed you all the time. Look at what you see and think about you. I know you, but you don't know me."

Li Wan'er's voice was soft, and she took half a step to hug Li Xianyuan, and her lower jaw rested on Li Xianyuan's shoulder. She smelled her nose slightly and chuckled, "The smell of the vixen."

Li Xianyuan stood in a daze.

She was no longer naughty and willful, only full of tenderness, her cheeks gently rubbed against Li Xianyuan's neck, and she was reluctant to leave her dependence.

"Wan'er originally intended to be with you forever. When you get old, you will be reincarnated with you. Hold hands to drink the Mengpo soup and walk across the Mengpo Bridge together. But now, Brother Li, you are in crisis. I have to appear. Use this half month of life to prolong your life. And my soul will be exposed. If you don't reincarnate, it will only disappear..."

He stood on tiptoe and said softly in his ear: "Life well, and when you become an immortal, you may meet again."

In his ear, Li Wan'er let go of Li Xianyuan, stroked Li Xianyuan's chest with a slender hand, and pushed hard—

Caught off guard, Li Xianyuan fell down and fell into the clouds.

Li Wan'er stood on the cliff and was no longer strong. She covered her face and cried silently. Her body gradually dissipated with the wind...

The soft whispers accompanied by tears, dissipated with the wind.
Chapter completed!