Survive, the rules of rebirth for the villain witch

Winter has passed and spring has arrived, and there has been no movement on Jueqing Peak for nearly half a year.

That day happened to be the third day of the Chinese New Year. A flute sound floated out from Jueqing Peak. The beautiful and soul-stirring melody immediately attracted everyone. They all stopped what they were doing, closed their eyes and listened carefully to the flute sound.

The sound of the flute is majestic and independent, with a profound artistic conception.

One spring and one autumn are like a poem or a song, every stroke is like a dream or an illusion, fleeting like a fleeting shadow.

It reminds people of too many moving scenes: the moonlight scattered in the misty morning glow, the breeze blowing across the shimmering Flower Island, the ten-mile-long street with lights as bright as day, a heart that has been broken by wind and rain but remains as soft as before, a heart that is still full of enthusiasm in the darkness, and the sparkling light hidden in those eyes, the bright spring scenery, which makes people want to spend their lifetime floating on a raft to the edge of the sun and the moon and anchor in these beauties.

The prosperity and prosperity of today are like the passing of time and the long flowing river. It carries the weight of history, the precipitation of time and the extension of years.

The sound of the flute brings back too many memories, making people want to cry. I understand that time is irreversible, what is lost is lost, time passes quietly, you and I are history, turning into a wisp in the long river of years, floating in the moonlight.

When the flute music ended, everyone was unable to get out of the melody for a long time, and kept closing their eyes to savor it carefully.

People gradually arrived at the gate of Jueqing Peak. Soon, a young man came out of the newly built hut in front of the gate and saluted everyone, saying, "Happy New Year, fellow brothers and sisters. How come you have time to come here today? Are you here to pick up something?"

"Xiao Geng, do you hear the sound of the flute?" asked a disciple, Geng Xiaofeng, who was brought back by the master a month ago because of his excellent spiritual roots.

"Yes, I heard it. Although I am not familiar with music, I think it sounds very nice." Geng Xiaofeng answered truthfully. He was brought into Xuexuan Sect for a month. He was not asked to take anyone as his master. He was only asked to pay close attention to the movements of Jueqing Peak besides practicing every day. He felt that his life was indeed very carefree.

"The melody of this song is beautiful yet soul-stirring, majestic and solemn, and can deeply touch people's hearts." Yu Qingchi slowly floated down from the sky in front of the gate.

"Meet the Master!"

"Greetings to Third Uncle-Master!"

After the disciples paid their respects to Yu Qingchi one after another, they dared not say a single word as if they were forbidden to speak.

"I think this song has the Buddhist nature of saving the world, full of Zen." Nalan Wujiu fell from the sky, landed beside Yu Qingchi and chanted a Buddhist name: "Use the Buddhist Dharma to awaken the soul immersed in the powerless ocean, strive to float upward, towards the floating light, find hope, swim out of the water to be saved, Namo Amitabha!"

As the Buddhist chanting rang out, everyone couldn't help but reflect: Are they the floating light, or have they become the floating light of others? It seems that all this is fate, and it is not their turn to make a choice. They feel a little sad for some reason.

Geng Xiaofeng listened to everyone's discussions and became more and more confused. It was just beautiful flute music. Where did it come from? Redemption, fate, or sadness?

"It's over. I was so focused on listening that I forgot to record it with the magic beads." A disciple from Fanyin Peak discovered sadly that he did not remember the entire song and forgot to record it with the magic beads. He didn't know when he would be able to hear it next time.

"I do not have either."

"Me too."

"..."

If I want to listen to it again now, I can only rely on the one on the Jueqing Peak.

Suddenly, someone said with great regret: "Big Sister, Big Brother and Little Junior Sister Youhuang have a good relationship, but it's a pity that they all went home for the New Year and will not return to the sect until the eighth day of the New Year. Otherwise, with their friendship, they would definitely be able to help us get the music score."

Seeing that everyone was a little depressed after just passing by, Geng Xiaofeng said carefully: "Since today is already the third day of the Chinese New Year, why don't we go back first and wait for the senior brother and sister to come back before asking Miss Youhuang for the music score."

In fact, he couldn't get it, but Youhuang warned him not to set a precedent, otherwise he would have trouble in the future.

In order to distract everyone, Geng Xiaofeng continued, "Oh, by the way, the New Year has passed, and I believe everyone has used up most of their things. If you need anything, you can write it down and give it to me now. If Miss Youhuang comes out, I can help you pass it to her, so as not to delay everyone's practice."

"Last time it took three months for all the Jindan to break through to Yuanying. Now more than four months have passed. I wonder if Junior Sister Youhuang will break through again."

"The difference between the Spiritual Transformation Realm and the Nascent Soul Realm is like heaven and earth. It is not that easy to break through."

"You Huang is not an ordinary person, maybe she can do it."

"..."

Everyone started arguing, and suddenly there was a squeaky sound.

The door, which had been closed for four months, suddenly opened from the inner door. You Huang, wearing a green dress, stood behind the door with an indifferent expression and a cold gaze, and it was impossible to tell whether she was sad or happy.

Perhaps because he didn't expect so many people to be outside, You Huang was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "Why do you all have time to gather in front of the gate of Jueqing Peak? Are you here to wish me a happy new year and give me lucky money?"

Faced with Youhuang's question, everyone laughed awkwardly and didn't know how to respond. Then they heard a Buddhist chant: "Namo Amitabha, you are absolutely right. We are here to give you New Year's money. You will be one year older after the New Year. You should live in peace and safety with the New Year's money." A sachet flew into the door.

"Thank you, Second Master...Uncle, Happy New Year!" You Huang took the purse and bowed deeply.

"And me." Yu Qingchi handed over his wine pot and said, "It's New Year's Day, drink some wine to get rid of the bad luck."

"Thank you, Third Master, Happy New Year!" You Huang took the wine jug and poured a big mouthful into his mouth. After swallowing it, he felt comfortable all over. He said with satisfaction, "This is really good wine. If I can have some more side dishes, I can drink a whole jug."

"You can drink the wine, but Third Uncle won't give you any side dishes." Yu Qingchi said like coaxing a child, "Just bear with it. When you defeat Jiuying in the future, you will be able to enter and leave Jueqing Peak freely. Third Uncle will definitely not stop you from eating anything you want."

"Namo Amitabha!" Nalan Wujiu stepped forward and said, "Master Niece Youhuang, Second Master has something to ask you today."

"Second Master, please feel free to speak." For the sake of the sachet, You Huang also gave him enough face. Nalan Wu Gou lowered his voice and said, "I just heard you playing the flute. I don't know what song you played, but everyone was involuntarily attracted to the front of Jueqing Peak by the sound of the flute."

"When I came out of retreat this morning, I saw thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow. Thinking about the early spring in the sect, I suddenly felt that time was passing by so quickly and I started to play this song..." You Huang paused deliberately and said, "It's a pity that the senior who composed this song is no longer here, otherwise he would be very happy to see that everyone likes this song."

"You didn't write this song!" Yu Qingchi was shocked. After a while, he said, "I didn't expect there are such talented people in the world."

"This man was born at the wrong time, with many misfortunes, and lived in poverty all his life. He died of hunger and disease in his later years." You Huang simply summarized the life of the composer and said lightly: "The only comfort he had was that he had a disciple who understood him."

"Why don't you help him?" someone asked in confusion.

"Because I was also poor at that time..."