no signs of spirituality

As if aware of it, there was a spring snow falling under Yingtai Mountain that had not happened in a century.

Winter in Yingtai Mountain comes early and goes early. After the first winter plum blooms, you can hear the sound of spring thunder melting the snow, but this year's thunder failed to dispel the long-standing frost and cold, and the heavy snow bent the snow. The mother and child bamboo clumps of the bamboo forest.

Immortal Yingtai came out from the Snow Bamboo Forest, he took two old clothes of Xie Lingzheng from Tongtian Bamboo, and changed the clothes for the scarred corpse, so that his disciples would no longer wear the ragged prison clothes behind them.

Right in front of him, Xie Lingzheng was sleeping peacefully on the soft floor of the Yuntai Hall, with his eyes closed, his long eyelashes trembling against the candlelight, as if he would open his eyes in the next moment.The wounds on his hands, feet and neck finally stopped bleeding at this moment, leaving only a few deep dark marks, which were wrapped in plain white brocade by Xiao Wuyin, unwilling to take another look.

He is like the last peach blossom hanging on the branch, exposed to wind, rain, sun and insects, with nowhere to hide.

Xiao Wuyin sat by the side with his eyes downcast, after a long time, he seemed to recall that Lingzheng had always been afraid of the cold, so he slowly covered him with a quilt, tucking the corners of the quilt tightly, lest he get the slightest bit of cold.

The next day the Immortal of Yingtai went down the mountain. He had no followers and was not worthy of a weapon. He only carried a brocade bag with three things in it: a piece of crumpled paper, a few grass seeds that can be seen everywhere, With a white jade stone.

He still recognizes this family-finding stone, not long ago Xie Lingzheng wanted to give it to him with his own hands, but he never accepted it, but now it fell into his hands again through the arms of the corpse.

The family-seeking stone is the ancestral spirit of the ghosts and geese. It is said that it was transformed from the same flower seed when the sky and the earth were chaotic. After the Qing Dynasty, the sky was forever, and the turbid one was the earth. This flower lost its survival support, and its seed turned into a stubborn stone. Even so, this stone still has spirituality. Xie Lingzheng put it on his heart every day and kept it. Over time, it became warm. When Xiao Wuyin took it out, Xie Lingzheng's body was already cold, but the stubborn stone was still warm.

Xiao Wuyin's body was cold, he was afraid that the warmth of the stone would be lost by his own touch, so he didn't dare to touch it too much, he just gently held the brocade and placed it in the palm of his hand.

He walked through the caves in the valley, and saw that the brilliance on the family-seeking stone gradually expanded and faded, so he walked into a cave in the direction indicated, brushed off the moss on the ground, skimmed off the gravel and fine sand, and moved two A piece of bluestone, revealing a thick oilcloth bag.

His heart trembled slightly, and he stretched out his hand to shake the oilcloth, and then he was dazzled and lost his mind.

I saw the long feathers illuminating the dark cave, scattered on the damp stone slabs, thousands of snow crane feathers glowing with multicolored crystal soft light, shining like bright clouds, their color is as white as new snow, their The texture is as soft as a cloud.Because of the South China Sea ice silk as the lead, its quality is pure and clear, without any filth from ghosts, and it is as clean as a clear spring on the top of Yingtai Mountain.

Xiao Wuyin knew that this snow crane feather was the heart-protecting feather of the Xuehe clan, it was not entrusted with sincerity, and it was not easy to change hands. If you want to kill it to seize the feather, the heart-protecting feather will definitely be stained with blood and lose its luster.If you want to collect these thousands of snow crane feathers, if you are not loved by the whole snow crane clan, you will have to exchange them for something of the same value.

Xie Lingzheng has never been afraid of trouble, he would exchange a priceless sword for a famous song, he would exchange a body of fairy bones for wine, and naturally he was not afraid to exchange years of running around for a heart.

Xiao Wuyin sat quietly for a moment, then gently draped the snow coat over her shoulders.

As soon as the wings touched his body, he already felt warm, not only his shoulders, but also his neck, forehead and even his heart were hot. The hot flow was like boiling water, burning his body and his breath. .

He suspected that a spell had been cast on the snow crane's plume, but he was unwilling to take it off, so he lightly tapped his fingertips, turning into a mirror of water in the air to reflect it, but after a sudden look, he stopped his movements.

He stared blankly at himself in the mirror, dressed in pure white, with snow-colored crane feathers, his long hair untied, almost fell to the ground, stained with frost.

He bowed a little puzzled and sent it to his eyes. It was actually as pale as snow. He lowered his eyes to look carefully, but was surprised to find a drop of clear water on the back of his hand.

He looked up, but he didn't see the spring gushing from the top of the cave, but he felt the corner of his right eye was slightly cold, and when he reached out to touch it, his fingertips were wet.

He didn't know why the corners of his eyes were stained with water, and he suddenly remembered that Lingzheng often cried, and only then did he realize that he was crying.

Immortal Yingtai didn't understand what he meant, but tears flowed from his right eye, and the teardrops slid down his chin, dripping on his white hair, clothes, and the family-seeking stone.

There was only a light click, and the family-seeking stone shattered.

Xiao Wuyin is the most bright and pure fairy body in the heavens, whose blood is spiritual blood, and whose tears are spiritual weeping, while the family-seeking stone is a thing enshrined by ghosts, and its quality is turbid. It reproduced the scene of the blending of turbidity and turbidity when the world was chaotic, but seeing the flower bursting out of the stone, the petals were fiery red like tongues, and the stamens were swaying like fog, and large pieces climbed up from the cracked stone species, soaring upwards. In the blink of an eye, the entire cave was splendid, like a clump of red flames of wildfire, ignited the moss and cold stones, and poured them away, burning up and submerging the cold and ruthless land.

Xiao Wuyin only felt a stabbing pain in his eyes, as if he was being burned by fire, worse than when his soul was burned that day. He remembered why the relative-seeking stone could visit Xueheling——thousands of years ago. Shishenghua relies on snow cranes to spread and spread, and the two accompany each other, so there must be snowcranes dancing where there are stone flowers. , stay together in this life, never leave.

He looked at the white-haired man in the mirror, thought of the cold corpse in the snow cave of Yuntai, and saw the red flowers like a sea of ​​flames, and the crane cloak like a dream in Jiaqi. He had no choice but to kneel down on the ground, letting the icy water in his right eye spread, his slender figure collapsed into a bow that was about to break.

Yingtai Xianjun has read millions of books, but he forgot that in the book of ancient famous objects in the fairy world he read, he once touched the grand scene in front of him lightly, and attached a small poem, ancient style and ancient sentences, which do not follow the rhythm , without citing classics, only a general overview of the family-seeking stone, and named it "the flower in the stone".His poem says:

In ancient times, there were flowers in stones, and they were covered with frost for thousands of years.

Plants and trees have feelings, but they don't know it.