The cold wind sobers up,

The stars shake the trees in the middle of the night.

The snow falls and the shadows linger,

The piece is uncertain.

......

Halfway through the night, the wind and snow outside the house whimpered, the oil lamp in the house was dim, and the little rabbit on the edge of the darkness where the light was powerless was asleep, and the shallow snort was faint.

Sitting at the stone table, looking at the shiji of the wick halo in a daze, her eyes were a little divergent, and she didn't know how long she looked at it, she stood up as if she had woken up from a dream.

She walked towards the door, took a few steps, she paused, turned around and snuffed out the flames, she gently pushed open the stone door, the wind and snow outside the house, the door was only half open, as soon as she went out, she pulled half of it, isolated from the cold outside.

She walked down the stone steps, 'creaking' and stepping on the thick snow, the cold wind brushed her face and swept her long hair, the dense snow particles hit her forehead and cheeks, she could easily distinguish the number of strokes of the wind in each hair, she could count the number of snow particles hitting her face every moment, she was very energetic, even a little excited.

She didn't know if it was alcohol or if her heart was agitated.

She walked aimlessly in the snow, because her spirit was too active to settle down, she couldn't sleep, and even sat for a long time It was uncomfortable, and she was afraid of making noise until December, so she went out for a walk.

Unconsciously, she walked to a forest, it was a cedar forest, she remembered this forest, when Xiao Ya'er sent her over, she had seen, the sound of pine waves, snow waves rolling, pine waves and snow waves, very beautiful!

She walked into the cedar forest, looking at the tall cedars, she thought of a person, and also remembered a poem: the snow presses the green pine, the green pine is straight and straight, you must know that the pine is high and clean, and wait until the snow melts.

"You would even think of him?" Shi Ji shook his head with a little crying and laughing, "It seems that the impact today is too great!"

It should be said that yesterday, yesterday was indeed a day of ups and downs for Shi Ji, and there were too many things that shook her mood.

The summer flowers are as gorgeous as the autumn leaves, and the quiet and beautiful witch is gone, blooming in an instant, and it is difficult to ask where to go?

She finally saw Buzhou Mountain, which had been silently built in her heart for a hundred years, he was taller, bigger and greater than she imagined, and he supported a world.

Hundreds of millions of stars are around, a unique star universe, mysterious, vast and fascinating.

Huge bonfires.

Friends from afar.

Terrible meat.

Real wine.

Lovely people.

Everything was wonderful and meaningful, so no wonder she couldn't sleep tonight.

A gust of wind blew, and the snow fell, and the thick snow stopped an inch above Shi Ji's head, and Shi Ji walked by, and the snow fell behind her, a beat slower than the other snow.

Shiji stepped on the thick snow and the dead branches under the snow and walked towards the depths of the pine forest, her heart clearly echoed every footstep, and every footprint was clearly imprinted, step by step, she looked at her footprints and listened to her footsteps to calm her own mood.

Tonight she has to regain her state of mind, because tomorrow she has very important plans.

She wants to go to the Xuanming Witch Department to learn literary spells, this is the most important thing at present, only by learning witch spells, she can further improve the witch god sacrifice, spells and qin are witch music.

Now she will only have the four ancestral witches of 'Xuan', 'Underworld', 'Emperor', and 'Jiang', and she has not seen the witch god sacrifice of the Dijiang tribe, so naturally she will not be able to sacrifice the space god, so she can only play the snow god sacrifice now, and the snow god sacrifice is only the witch god sacrifice of the heavy snow branch, only snow, but no rain, and Xuan Ming is called the ancestor of the rain, and the most important law she controls is the law of rain.

That's why she insisted on watching the witch god sacrifice of the twelve main parts, and only after seeing the witch god sacrifice of the twelve main parts could she modify and complete the twelve chapters of witch music.

Witch texts, witch spells, witch god sacrifices, witch music, all these are preparations for the Pangu Festival.

The Pangu Festival has long been positioned by her to a height that she cannot reach now, and she will do everything she can, her enthusiasm, her wisdom, her inspiration, her skills, and her nearly 500 years of musical perception to complete this unique Divine Comedy.

"She" will become her Shiji's amazing work, for which she will not hesitate to pay any price, even life, it is difficult for people to really want to do one thing in their life, and it is even more difficult to do what they really want to do, but with this one, there are no regrets in life.

There is a wish in the heart, all thoughts are suppressed, all sorrows and joys are calmed, and everything is insignificant in front of 'her'.

Her eyes lit up, the ground was pale, and when she looked up and saw the stars, it turned out that she had passed through the pine forest, Shi Ji looked at the center of the universe where the stars rotated and smiled lightly: "Wait, I will play the piano to you at the top of the week!"

At the edge of the pine forest, the wind urges the trees to move, the starlight sways down, and the spots linger on the rocks.

"Oops, Little Twelve woke up and couldn't find me, so I suffered!"

Shiji ran back like a burning buttocks, and the leisurely time when he came didn't know where he had thrown it away?

......

When Shi Ji stayed awake all night and walked on a snowy night, the old candle flame also swirled in the house, and his gray hair was scratched by his thin hands and claws.

"Well, why did I meet it?" sighed for the first time tonight.

"Well, how did a good pianist become a rock?" again.

"I'm so sad to die!" grabbed another handful.

At first, he didn't recognize Shi Ji at all, and he didn't even suspect that Jiu Yan said that the violinist was Shi Jing, until Shi Ji called Brother Houyi, and he thought of someone with a 'pop'.

He was afraid of making a mistake and asked again, she said bluntly, Hou Yi is her eldest brother, Chang'e is her sister, then it must be her, the troublemaker.

A hundred years ago, because of this stone spirit, the Wu clan was almost stirred into a pot of porridge, Kua's father Hou Yi was born, Xuan Ming Ancestor Wu and the Nine Heavens Moon God fought upside down, the emperor hurt the moon god, Hou Yi was angry and forcibly broke through another arrow and injured the emperor, Hou Yi was also seriously injured, Kua's father almost died and lost his memory, the Wu clan lost the moon *** It took his father Candle Jiuyin to walk out of the ancestral witch hall to extinguish the anger of the moon god.

The culprit who caused all this was not only unscathed, but turned into a Wu clan luthier, and now the violinist is famous, especially among many heavenly witches, earth witches, and small witches, to say that the children of the Wu clan may not know who his candle flame is, but they will not know who the violinist is!

They write their names, listen to the stories of the luthiers, they are always ready for the test of the luthiers, and they are convinced that they will win the luthier's witch music for the tribe, because everyone knows that the luthier loves children, and she is the kindest witch.

"I didn't expect that the little stone spirit who was blocked so that he had no way to escape back then actually had the strength and status that the old man was afraid of!" Old Candle smiled bitterly, when he was entrusted by his father to block Shi Ji behind the deep forest, although he had not met, Shi Ji must have recognized him.

"Alas, why is it the old man's turn to be on duty? That guy from the rain master has already sat crookedly, and he has no hope at all!" Candlelight sighed and complained.

......

The candle flame witch who tossed himself for a night, at dawn, sent out eleven witch notes in one breath with red eyes, one sent to the ancestral witch hall, and the remaining ten were all for the great witch, except for Hou Yi, who was still in retreat in the ancestral witch hall, even the rain master he sent it.