The scorching sun in autumn faded its last majesty and quietly set down the mountain.

The tired bird flew back from the distant mountains slowly flapping its wings and found its destination in the forest.

Night fell and everything dimmed, good or bad.

The waning moon rises, and the frost-like moonlight pours down, covering Baizhang Peak. Everything has lost the color of the day and is covered with a layer of silver frost, which adds a little chill.

On the cold Qiongtai, the tall azalea of ​​cloud brocade fell on the ground with red leaves, rolling with the wind, and the fragrance of flowers was left. I wonder who would be pitying?

The night was dark and the fog was heavy, and a person slowly walked over the Guiyunhui Bridge. He walked very slowly, as if he had walked from hundreds of years ago.

He could not see his appearance clearly in the hazy state, but he could vaguely distinguish his Taoist robe and his tall figure.

When the surrounding mist was stirred and separated, he could see that there was no expression on his delicate face, and his eyes were directly looking ahead, where was Baizhang Peak, the other end of Guiyunhui Bridge.

On the Qiongtai,

Under the cloud brocade azalea, beside the stone table.

Sitting was a woman in a lilac dress, she closed her eyes gently, motionless, as if she was melting into the ground with the red leaves.

Compared to the past, she had done light makeup tonight, her sleeves were much wider, and her neat bun was wrapped around the back of her head, as if she was going to attend a grand ceremony.

Suddenly,

She seemed to have some sense, and her heart moved, slowly opened her eyes, turned her head slightly, and looked behind Baizhangfeng Mountain with a water-like gaze.

As if he had completed a difficult journey, the Taoist finally crossed Guiyun Hui Bridge, walked to the bridgehead, and came to the back of Baizhangfeng Mountain.

He paused for a moment, and stopped as if his heart had a sense of emotion, and looked towards the mountain forward with a deep look.

The two of them, just like that, one in front of the mountain and the other behind the mountain, looked at each other through the tall peaks.

It seems that those huge rocks do not exist, and their eyes collided in the air.

A thousand years look, the eyes tell everything, and memories are like a butterfly, dancing, like dreams and smoke, blooming quietly in the heart.

It seems that I heard someone's heart of sadness;

It seems that I heard someone sighing softly in my heart.

The thin wind blew the hair in my ears and the green beards under my jaws, but it didn't make a sound after all.

A slight distance between a mountain, and you can't speak.

After a long time, time seemed to flow.

The Taoist's body suddenly moved, as if he was walking out of dust, looking a little stiff. He took two more steps forward and came to the elixir stone. There was no way out there, and it was the end of the bridge.

He hesitated for a moment, then swung his sleeve back, soared into the air, and walked in the air.

There was no sound or any sign of warning. As if it had been transformed out of thin air, a three-foot-wide purple light belt formed along the Baizhang Peak, floating gently, and detoured from behind the mountain.

The Taoist took a step, stepped on it, and walked slowly, one step, two steps... as if every step was moving forward in measurement. He silently stepped on the purple light belt and slowly walked towards the mountain.

On the Qiongtai, the woman's bright eyes reflected the bright color. She did not move anyway, as if she could not even breathe. Her eyes were staring, as if she was waiting, and she seemed to be staring at everything.

It was not until the Taoist figure appeared in the bottom of her eyes that she slowly withdrew her gaze, turned around, lowered her gaze, and looked at the stone table in front of her.

Everyone could see that she would shift her concerns to not caring.

The Taoist saw the woman from afar, and his deep eyes kept staring at her, but he couldn't tell whether he was reading or recalling. The motionless and expressionless stare was more like a new face in the disappearing time, but it was definitely not a deliberate way.

A very short distance, but it spans hundreds of years.

The moment his feet fell gently, it seemed not to fall on Qiongtai, but to his heart, which made people tremble, as if many things were about to settle with the dust.

The purple light belt and the intriguing stare disappeared with the slight drop, as if everything suddenly returned to the present moment.

The Taoist stood by Qiongtai, waited quietly for a moment, his lips moved and said softly, "Xiaobai..." His tone was slightly trembling as if he was a little sobbing.

Yun Dongbai did not speak, and did not even look at him. Instead, he gently stretched out his jade hand, lifted the purple gold pot that had been warmed in front of him, and filled the two jade cups that had been prepared long ago.

If you look closely, you will find that the two jade cups are very different from those used before. Not to mention that they are a little bigger, there are even a dragon and a phoenix carved on the jade cups, with lifelike figures, each facing outward, and they are paired together, and they are just a pair.

The bright yellow wine rippled slightly in the jade cup, reflecting the moonlight in the sky, emitting a burst of fragrance, which suddenly made the cold Qiongtai a little warm.

The Taoist stood there without saying anything, but just looked at Yun Dongbai quietly, as if he was very patiently watching Yun Dongbai's every move.

Later, a smile appeared on the corner of Yun Dongbai's mouth, but for some reason, it made people feel that the smile was not caused by happiness, and there seemed to be a hint of pain.

Then, Yun Dong's white and moist lips moved and said lightly: "Xuanqing Zhenren is here, and he has no intention of showing off. I have prepared a glass of wine, please enjoy the light." As he said that, he waved his jade palm lightly, and the dragon jade cup floated on the stone table in front of him, stopped in the air, and shot towards Xuanqing Zhenren at an extremely fast speed.

The dragon jade cup flew to the front of Xuanqing Zhenren, not far or near, and suddenly stopped the castration and stopped steadily. The wine inside did not sprinkle, and even swayed little.

Zhen Xuanqing looked at Yun Dongbai, then turned his gaze to the dragon jade cup in front of him. After looking at it for a while, he reached out to take it, gently put it on his nose, smelled the fragrance and said, "Xiaobai, the wine you made is getting more and more fragrant."

Yun Dongbai stood up, as if he sighed slightly, but he still did not look at Zhenren Xuan. He also reached out and picked up the Diaofeng Jade Cup in front of him, his eyes lowered, and looked at the bright yellow wine in the glass, and said lightly: "Hundreds of years have passed, and the skills will definitely become more skillful." After saying that, he said, "The wine is really getting more and more fragrant." After saying that, he raised his hand and raised his wine glass, covered his sleeves, drank it all, and then signaled the empty cup to Zhenren Xuanqing.

Zhenren Xuanqing held the dragon jade cup, with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes, but after hesitating for a moment, he also covered his Taoist robe and drank the wine in the glass.

During this process, Yun Dongbai never looked at Xuan Qing Zhenren, as if she didn't use her eyes to see her and knew his actions.

After Xuanqing Zhenren had just finished drinking the glass of wine, Yun Dongbai picked up the purple gold pot on the stone table again, poured the wine in the Diaofeng Jade Cup, put down the purple gold pot, picked up the wine glass again, and his eyes turned into a gentle ray of thought, and turned to Xuanqing Zhenren.

But when he saw Zhen Xuanqing laughing forcibly, put down the dragon jade cup in his hand, and whispered: "Xiaobai, I have always been unable to drink, why have you forgotten?"

Hearing this, Yun Dongbai turned his head and looked back, lowered his head slightly, looked at the jade cup in his hand, and suddenly raised his head, laughed "haha", and the laughter was wild and unrestrained, echoing around on the Baizhang Qiongtai. Suddenly, his face turned cold again, his eyebrows raised, and he said sternly: "Zhen Xuanqing, I only remember that he was unable to drink alcohol, but I forgot that I, the azalea fairy Yun Dongbai, wanted to drink two glasses of flower wine."

When Master Xuanqing heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and his face showed helplessness. He looked at Yun Dongbai, frowned slightly, and had to hold the dragon jade cup in front of him with both hands.

Yun Dongbai's eyes moved slightly, and he brushed the purple gold pot with his palm. He saw a bright yellow water line shot out from the mouth of the pot, and drew a gentle arc in the air, crossing about a meter away, and flew into the dragon jade cup in the hands of the halman Xuanqing. After the water line completely fell, there was no more or less, and it was just a full cup.

Zhen Xuanqing looked at the wine in the glass, seemed to think for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes, looked at Yun Dongbai again, then raised his hand, and sent the dragon jade cup in his hand forward, and smiled and said, "Xiaobai, I wish you this glass of wine."

When Yun Dongbai heard this, he didn't say anything, his eyes moved slightly, brushed the cuff of his right hand with his left hand, reached out and picked up the jade cup in front of him, and drank it again.

After drinking the wine in the glass, Xuanqing Zhenren slowly stepped forward with the Diaolong Jade Cup, walked to the stone table, gently lowered the jade cup, and looked at Yun Dongbai deeply. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Yun Dongbai pouring wine for his Diaofeng Jade Cup.

At this time, Yun Dongbai's cheeks were already flushed, his jade fingers gently stroked the cup, and his bright purple eyes became blurred and ethereal, like a pool of invisible spring water, his hair was like a weeping willow swaying gently in the wind, his lips slightly raised, and he became more charming in his action.

Under such a moonlight, she is completely like a beautiful and blooming azalea, blooming with her beauty and faintly revealing her tenderness.

Zhen Xuanqing saw it and was worried for a moment. He walked forward slowly, gently pressed the phoenix jade cup with his hand, frowned, and said lightly: "Xiaobai, you are drunk, don't drink anymore. I have something to talk to you."

Yun Dongbai's eyes were a little confused at this time, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be a smile. He glanced at Xuan Qing Zhenren, and quickly withdrew his eyes. There was a hint of resentment between his eyebrows and said lightly: "If you have something to come to me? Can't you wait for me to drink an extra glass of wine? Do you know that I have been waiting for hundreds of years, but you can't wait at this moment."

When Master Xuanqing heard this, he frowned and hesitated for a moment. Finally, he withdrew his hand pressed on the wine glass, but when the corner of his mouth moved, he still said lightly: "Xiaobai..."

Before the Xuanqing Zhenren finished speaking, Yun Dongbai stretched out his hand and picked up the jade cup again, staring at the bright yellow color in the cup, his eyes as flowing water, and his wide sleeves were flying.

Zhenren Xuanqing looked at Yun Dongbai's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and made up his mind. He spread his sleeves, stretched his hands forward, gently snatched the wine glass, and let out a slight sigh in his breath, and placed the jade cup on the stone table again.

Yun Dongbai did not insist on the snatched jade cup, but took advantage of the opportunity to sit back on the stone bench. His thin eyebrows gathered together slightly, revealing a bit of resentment on his face. He stared at the stone table in front of him for a moment, raised his hand and raised his head to scatter the originally neat bun, and took off his original spotless temperament.

Later, her slightly blurred and deep purple eyes lowered again, looking at the pair of jade cups placed on the stone table, gently reached out to take them, and carefully matched them together according to the carvings. She smiled and sighed, "It's been hundreds of years, you have finally been able to see the sky again. But do you still remember the days in Dongbai Mountain, picking flowers, brewing wine, watching the sunrise and setting, watching the clouds rolling and unwinding, those happy and worry-free days..." As she said that, Yun Dongbai's hand holding the jade cup began to tremble, and the two jade cups were also touched and "cruffed".

Zhen Xuanqing stood beside Yun Dongbai, with a little pain in his eyebrows. He raised his head slightly and looked at the waning moon.

Hearing Yun Dongbai's trembling voice, he said: "At that time, I believed in all my promises. I firmly believed that I could watch over the world forever, but in the end, I became a hundred-foot-shaped Qiongtai that I was alone in this cold palace! For hundreds of years, I have endured everything alone, just for a persistence that I shouldn't have."

The deep night, the cold autumn, the gentle words were spoken without a trace of gentleness, but they were like sharp swords, piercing through whom?

A piece of petals of azalea, falling down gently,

Is that the wind and fallen flowers moving? Or the resentment of loneliness.

Its tremble slightly in the wind was like several helpless struggles in the sea of ​​love.

It makes people feel a little sad.

Zhenren Xuanqing listened quietly, with no expression on his face, but under his Taoist robe, a clenched fist was trembling slightly.

After a while, Xuan Qing Zhen said in a trembling voice: "Xiaobai, I'm the one who let you down..."

When Yun Dongbai heard this, his eyes were still staring at the pair of jade cups. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said sadly: "Yes, a word that would have been for me would have been for hundreds of years, and it made me wait for hundreds of years. Master Xuanqing, as the leader of the righteous path today, will definitely not let my master down, and will not let Guiyun Temple down, but only let me down Yun Dongbai!"

A tear gently slid from Yun Dongbai's eyes.

Before you notice it, tears have fallen.

What kind of tears is that? Is it a tear that has endured for hundreds of years, a tear shed only for one person, or a tear that is reluctant to leave love?

It slipped down, which seemed very light and had no weight, but Yun Dongbai felt its heaviness.

It carries hundreds of years of waiting and hundreds of years of sorrow.

It is like a bird with broken wings, no longer flying, perhaps the only thing left is yearning.

It slipped down and dripped silently into the jade cup, not even causing a splash of water. It quickly merged into the bright yellow and shiny smear without leaving any trace. Who would remember it?

It seems like it has never been.

How much can a tear carry?

What is the weight of a tear?

How long does it take for a tear to slide down?

Can it make people forget the past or get what they want?

In this world, there are many people who can make you laugh, but there is often only one person who can make you sad and cry.

Sometimes, it is said that it is for love that you walk away silently and leave, waiting and despair, who can speak the truth and enlightenment?
To be continued...