Ling Xuanluo left Longxiang and went to the Camellia Valley three hundred miles away from the Temple of Raising Beards to enjoy the flowers. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When he came to a hillside, the sea of flowers flowing on the slope made him intoxicated, but the words that Duan Xiao said when he left the Zhili Mountain sounded in his ears: "When you go, you will see a sea of camellias." She once wore a beautiful pleated skirt, draped in Zarva, danced with peacocks in the sea of flowers, and rode a little white cow through the snow-capped mountains. Everywhere there, there is her shadow, her fragrance. ”

"Yunnan is also the hometown of my aunt, she has left footprints in a similar sea of flowers, so I am in this valley, will she ever come?"

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the fragrant air filled with flowers, and imagined how pretty Xi Mutong, who had always been wearing a white silk gauze skirt, changed into a white dress, just like the few Ailao women who passed by just now, wearing a bright and beautiful pleated skirt.

He hoped that this was what Duan Xiao had mentioned, the sea of camellias where she had danced with peacocks, maybe she could also build a virtual realm through memories, and look at her demeanor back then.

However, this idea was immediately dismissed by him, and he laughed at his own whimsy. Where he was, but in the Golden Silkworm Gu Realm where no one had entered or exited for hundreds of years, how could Xi Mutong have ever been here?

Walking through the purple and red camellia bushes, he raised his hand and smelled the sleeves of his clothes, which were already covered with a rich fragrance of flowers.

When he was a child, he often played with Doudou in Baixiang Valley, and the two loved to roll on the hillside, even if they rolled with petals, their bodies would not be so fragrant. The smell aroused his childlike innocence, and he laughed happily, and was so intoxicated by his own fragrance.

I was happily appreciating the flowers, but the tranquility of the sea of flowers was somehow broken, and then a strong wind blew up, and all kinds of camellia mixed together along the wind, chasing the waves like violent ups and downs, "Boom" made a huge movement.

The suddenness of the movement startled him, and the branches of the flowers swayed violently, almost knocking him down among the flowers.

He barely stood on his feet, looked around, and saw hundreds of green peacocks, suddenly appearing in the waves of flowers, dragging their long feathers and flying in one direction.

"This ...... Where did these peacocks come from? Why didn't I see any of them when I first came to Chapo? If there were only a few, it could be explained that they were hiding behind the flowers and trees, and I didn't notice it for a while, but how could such a large flock hide without revealing any traces?"

Curious, he ran after the soaring peacocks to see where they were going.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't follow, as soon as he keeps up, he is even more shocked, and he falls into the flowers in a flash.

He didn't fall lightly, but he didn't feel the pain, and he didn't bother to check if he was injured, so he shouted at a figure that appeared in the sea of flowers, "Auntie--" He couldn't help himself, and shouted so hard that he didn't even realize the tears rolling down.

He wanted to see the man more realistically, and looked around for a fulcrum to stand up, but because he was too urgent, his hands scratched indiscriminately, and his palms were scratched with blood from flower branches.

"Is it because I miss too much and move the heavens, and as I wish, I cast my aunt's phantom into this sea of camellias?"

He wiped a handful of tears on his face and wiped away his tears, and then he saw clearly that what appeared in the sea of flowers was the phantom of Xi Mutong? It was a real person, and it was still a little girl of only fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a camellia crown, a colorful pleated skirt, and a charva, dancing among the flowers.

Hundreds of green peacocks came out of the flowers, just to fly to find her.

The little girl looks slender and delicate. A pretty face is born like a crescent moon, and her eyes are like autumn water. In the eyes of the streamer, the camellia flowers in the mountains seemed to be moved by the aura around her, swaying gently in the wind, smiling at her.

(To be continued.) )