The singing and the flute harmonized like a natural match. Ruoxue had forgotten where she was now? Who was she? She kept looking up at the sky, her eyes sparkling.

The blue sky is filled with flowing clouds. Accompanied by singing and flute sounds, the flowing clouds seem to be dancing in the sky. Groups of flowing clouds are drifting, gradually getting closer, and gathering into silver-white silk fabrics.

The sound of the orchid flute penetrates the flowing clouds like silk, and depicts the ups and downs of the colorful staff on it. On the staff, it carves out a light and distant singing voice like the wandering notes of tadpoles, falling gracefully on the silk.

On the flowing clouds, follow Lan Di’s guidance and write lyrics on the colorful staff

When the singing and the flute fit together like mountains and flowing water, the entire tune and lyrics of "Qingjiang" appeared on Liuyun's silk.

Ruoxue looked at it stupidly, as if someone had tapped her acupoints and she couldn't move.

She watched helplessly as the flowing cloud silk, together with the music and lyrics on it, turned into a silvery halo and came towards her. Finally, like a person breathing air, the flowing cloud silk entered her brain, like a clear spring.

Flowed from her brain to her limbs and bones

The singing and orchid flute sound coming from beyond the Nine Heavens Cloud all disappeared at this time, and the whole world suddenly became very quiet. Ruoxue still looked up at the sky, maintaining the same posture as before, but the pupils of her eyes instantly dilated.

Because the disappearing sound of the orchid flute sounded in every cell of her body, and the whole body was filled with the sound of the orchid flute.

Before she had time to think, why did the beautiful singing disappear completely? Lan Di brought her into a fantasy world: the top of the mountain, thousands of years of snow, the cold land with white light, the strong wind, the elegant silhouette, and the flying silver hair.

, Bai Paoyang

That lonely figure tightened Ruoxue's heart in an instant, and she understood his determination at once: How many springs and autumns did the universe have before? Holding the orchid flute in hand, the sound of nature lingering, in order to be with you, day and night,

Wait for you!

The heartache that emerged from the depths of her soul made her whole body feel sad. Tears flowed out uncontrollably, like a broken water pipe that kept flowing.

"Girl, wake up... wake up..." Murong Jinghong grabbed Ruoxue's shoulder with one hand and patted her face with the other.

Ruoxue still showed no sign of waking up, but tears continued to flow along the graceful arc of her face.
Chapter completed!