127 Luhua Xianyin

"What the Lord Qixi said is very true. Not only the peony, the moon begins to fall from the moment it rises. People are constantly approaching death from birth, and everything in the world has the day of decline and death.

Nan Gezi doesn't want to overwhelm the Qixi Festival in words, but just wants to find a balance in the fighting spirit of the two. If he expects it, only one move is enough for the two to win this time.

Qixi raised his right hand, and his fingers as white as green onions were exposed in the gauze sleeves, gently wrapped in the air, painted in the shape of a silvery six-pointed star.

It seems that Qixi and Nan Gezi think the same about this duel.

Just as the moon had begun to fall at the moment it rose, the magic star in Qixi's hand also drew the first stroke and turned into thousands of meteors dragging the long tail of various flames from Nangezi in all directions. The silver string wrapped around Nangezi's fingertips also flew up like a breeze without warning. The stars seemed to have found a running track, gliding along the silver strings to Nangezi, the center of the dance string!

The silver sparks constantly bursting out by the magic star and the silver string are intertwined into a roaring storm, almost tearing up Nangezi's crisp and glazed body!

"Mr. Nan Ge!" The distant spirit watching the battle next to him saw that Nan Gezi was at a disadvantage and couldn't help but be stopped by Fengchuan:

"This is the battle between illusion and illusion. We rashly intervene, just like death."

Yao Ling's heart is anxious. Although the sound illusion can exert unimaginable power, Nan Gezi's body can't withstand this power at all. Once the strongest spell is launched, he may die before his opponent.

Since he has chosen to release his strength, Yaoling and Fengchuan can only fully believe in him. Yao Ling calmed down and listened carefully. The sound of these magic stars beating on the silver string is... is it music?

I have never listened to this song. A fairy sound is played to the end of the twilight clouds, and the clear brilliance overflows. The clear stream flows through the top of the blue mountain, and the empty water is clear and fresh in autumn. Thirty miles of red dust, white clouds, red leaves and rain. The string does not become the orbit of the magic star running in the night sky. It beats into a note on the string, playing a song like a song. The most beautiful scenery is not in the eyes, but in the heart.

"Bum--"

The silk strings in Nan Gezi's hand suddenly shook, and the fantastic star notes shattered into gorgeous silver powder. Five silver threads stretched back the roots of Nan Gezi's fingers, flashing a glimmer of light like five silver-made rings and disappeared.

Turn your wrist on the Chinese Valentine's Day. The flame at her fingertips never seemed to have been extinguished. However, the disobedient notes have been melted into the end of a song, and the winner has been decided.

"Mr. Nange plays well!" The distant spirit was about to rush forward to cheer, but an incredible thing happened--

The silver powder, which had been broken into pieces, unexpectedly changed its rainbow-like gorgeous color under the light of Qixi's hands. Suddenly coral red, and slowly recedes like a tide, turning into a plum-red forest. The petals fall with the wind, but they are blown golden yellow by the golden wind and spread all over the ground...

This is... color... illusion.

Yao Ling was so nervous that he held Feng Chuan's hand. Color, this is the weakness of Nangezi. Now he also feels that the silver powder under his feet has changed, but he can't accurately capture what it is.

Nan Gezi has never seen such a powerful color illusion. This time... I don't know how he will deal with it.

"I was wrong." Qixi slowly raised her hand that had been hiding behind her back, and her hands were folded in front of her chest to make lotus fingerprints - she had never seen her hands release illusions before!

"How can a person who has never seen flowers, trees, moon and stars experience the sadness of beauty and decline--

It's broken. This dead woman is starting to attack her heart. Only an old woman like her with a sad face can feel sad. Of course, what Mr. Nan Ge has experienced is beautiful! So what if you can't see the color? No one in the world knows the sound of leaves falling more than Mr. Nan Ge, and no one can play a song that knows more about nature and heaven and earth than Mr. Nan Ge!

Yao Ling was planning to scold Qixi with these words, but unexpectedly, everything was already in her expectation: "Voice, Mr. Lu Hua is proud, but in this vast universe, light is always faster than the speed of sound and spreads far. You can hear the withered earth, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, but can you hear the sound of stars running in the air? Can you hear the sound of meteors and rainbow dances?

This said found the dead hole of Nan Gezi, and Yao Ling couldn't refute it. It's useless for her to say anything now. Because of the scene in Nan Gezi's mind, she can't see it.

That was the light of the last day in his memory.

He held his knees and huddled in the corner of the cell. His dry eyes were full of blood, but he was still stubborn to look up at the narrow sky outside the only skylight and tried to expand it in his mind.

It was an immeasurable blue sky. The white bird was soaring freely. Its shadow swept over the green water and cast a dark shadow. On the banks of the green water, white dandelions rose like clouds in the wind and spiralled in the sunset. After the sunset, the world will sink into boundless darkness. Like a nightmare, I will never wake up again.

His eyes were broken by the man who brought nightmares to the world. The sunrise and sunset are repeated between heaven and earth, and the ordinary scene has been forgotten by the world. He can't forget, but he doesn't want to forget. Those eyes that can no longer bring light to their world always remind him that this world no longer belongs to him.

People always cling to things that they can't get at all.

If you don't stick to it, giving up will only make you more painful. The best medical skills are not his original intention. The so-called achievement is just due to that ridiculous obsession.

"Mr. Nange, you--"

The distant exclamation reminded Nan Gezi that he was still in the illusion of Qixi Festival. The dead leaves were covered with silent snow, and the lonely traveler walked alone on the vast land. How can a person survive the cold and ruthless winter and welcome the spring that brings vitality to all things? But if he is not alone...

He is not alone.

There are already people around him who want to protect the most. They are his eyes, taking him to experience the changes of the four seasons and welcoming the most beautiful dawn with him. If he can't see the color, he doesn't care anymore.

"Your world is not beautiful because of what you see. People can't live alone in the world. The people who are by your side, the people you care about in your heart, are those who make your life full of color and light. No matter where you go, you will no longer be lost.

This is what the big brother said.

He has always kept it in mind.

Nan Gezi turned his head, accurately found the direction of Yaoling and Fengchuan, and smiled at them. The ice and snow-like silver powder under his feet began to melt, and finally completely retreated, revealing the real ground.

"Mr. Nan Ge!"

"Brother Nange!"

Yao Ling and Feng Chuan rushed up together and watched Nan Gezi walk out of the colorful fantasy independently. Both of them were indescribably happy and gratified.

Yao Ling proudly crossed his waist and said to Qixi, "Hmm, what a broken illusion. It's not difficult to beat Mr. Nange at all. You just admit defeat obediently, dead woman!"

The battle between Nan Gezi and Qixi can only be said to be a draw. Nan Gezi broke through two illusions in a row, which has caused great consumption to his body. If the Qixi Festival is still entangled, it can only be replaced by Yaoling and Fengchuan.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Looking at the Qixi Festival, it seems that I really want to fight. Yao Ling pinched the Jiulu soul pills with a murderous spirit, pulled out the rice sword for Xiao Fengchuan, and shouted, "You still want to fight, we will accompany you!"

What is Yao Ling doing blindly? Why did you acquiesce to two to one as soon as you came on the court? However, it's the same. The effect of wheel battle and encirclement is not bad. They all use more to bully less... Er, I still don't want to deal with strange people. Of course, I can't think about those useless rules!

Yao Ling and Fengchuan chewed the soul pills in one mouth - after Yao Ling swallowed it last time, he felt that the taste was not good. He specially asked Nan Gezi for improvement and coated a layer of strawberry syrup on the outside of the soul pills. Now the taste can be eaten as a snack; one waved a rice sword and rushed straight to the Qixi Festival -

"Bangdang--!"

"Ah-ah! Help--ah!"

Yaoling and Fengchuan have just taken a step forward. The floor tiles under their feet suddenly took off, and the two people who were completely unprepared fell down so gorgeously...

"Plop!" Finally, I heard the sound of landing. Next was the moaning and fierce scolding of the two people, penetrating from the ground, and with echoes, it was a hundred times more noisy than just now:

"Really, it's so humiliating to set such an idiotic trap."

"...What are we who are caught by this idiot trap!"

"Wh, I don't care. I said, why don't the two floor tiles above fit? There is no need to broadcast our dialogue live anymore!"

The two floor tiles "crip" and close. Nan Gezi was helpless, but instead of letting Yao Ling and Feng Chuan injured in the next duel with Qixi, it was better to do so.

"Ah-uh-m."

The familiar yawn sounded around Nan Gezi. Chu Yun, who had just woken up, was so domineering that he grabbed Nan Gezi's wrist. He played so fiercely just now that he shouldn't be as good as him--

"Uh." Nan Gezi's body softened and fell into Chu Yun's deep arms. The body... is really...

"Now is the time for you to use me."

Chu Yunshen put Nan Gezi's arm over his shoulder and helped him to the corner of the palace. As he turned around, he said to the old man He, who was lying on the ground blowing bubbles, "It's up to you, old man."

The bubble on the old man's nose was extinguished. A pair of eyes the size of mung beans opened, squeaked twice, and a carp jumped up from the ground.

A carp is straight... The old man usually looks listless, but he is so energetic after sleeping.

"Ah... The floor is a little cold, and the young people are noisy and noisy. They really don't sleep well."

The old man put his hands behind his back, cringed his body, squinted his presbyopia and slowly searched around the hall before he found the Qixi Festival waiting in the center of the hall.

"Oh, hehe, it turned out to be Lord Qixi. I don't think we need to fight this battle, no need to fight, hehehe..."