Cheng Moji

The sky mark is hidden in the winding mountains and forests. Only Dongfang Ying and her father know the way to get here. No matter where you are, you only need to wait for the weather to be fine, walk to the side of the mountain stream on the south side of the mountain, and use your spiritual power to light the sun. Spell, you can go back quickly.Probably Dongfang Ying hasn't returned for a long time since her father passed away.

After returning today, the eyes are full of desolation.

In the skyline, surrounded by beautiful mountains and clear waters, the sun is as warm as before, but the flowers, plants, fruits and vegetables planted in the courtyard in the past have long withered and there is no one left.

Dust piled up in the house, things changed and people changed, and my father hadn't returned yet.

Dongfang Ying went to tidy up two guest rooms first, and arranged for Brother Leng and Sister Qiwu to stay.Feng Qiwu, who had already woken up, walked in this beautiful place, and felt much more comfortable. For dinner, he coldly bought some wild game, Feng Qiwu picked wild vegetables, cleaned up the kitchen and made a few small dishes. For a while, the house seemed warm .

During the meal, the three chatted a lot of homely things.Leng Xin and Feng Qiwu are more like brothers and sisters who have gone through hardships, looking at the still immature brother Dongfang, they are more concerned.

While eating some side dishes, Leng Xin suddenly said kindly to Feng Qiwu: "Fenghuang, when we grow old, shall we live here and accompany Dongfang together?"

Feng Qiwu just smiled, but didn't answer, and asked about the situation of Dongfang Ying's family.

Probably already used to walking in the world alone, Dongfang Ying didn't recall any more sad things. He told his brothers and sisters in detail about his mother's death when he was born, and how he and his father depended on each other until his father disappeared.

Memories came back little by little, and sadness welled up in her heart. Dongfang Ying finally choked up and said: "Most likely, my father is no longer alive."

I saw the cold heart next to him directly interrupting his words: "Don't worry! It won't."

Feng Qiwu turned his head to look at Leng Xin, he insisted on staying for a while, and was very surprised: Is this fox in front of him still the cold-faced and hateful monster in his previous life?

Leng Xin made eye contact with her, and saw her thoughts, without any explanation, the prejudice against each other was too deep.

Feng Qiwu also said: "Dongfang, don't worry! I will definitely help you find your father."

The tears that were suppressed in Dongfang Ying's eyes gushed out suddenly, and she couldn't stop, so she simply lay down on the table, but this was not sadness, but the warmth mixed with touch, warmth, and happiness.

Living in Tianhen, there is a sense of detachment in a fairyland outside the world. The world is isolated from each other. The relationship between Leng Xin and Feng Qiwu is much more harmonious. The two are busy cleaning up this barren land. The residence has become warm and comfortable again.

On this day, when Dongfang Ying was tidying up her father's room, she accidentally found an exquisite wooden box and put it in a quiet part of the bedroom. After opening it, she found an ancient book lying there——the name of which was in front of her eyes—"Xiao Hun Thousand Years of Dust" ", flipped through it briefly, and it turned out to be a guide for using the soul flute. Unexpectedly, there is a monograph explaining this flute.The yellowed bark paper has not rotted for a long time, and the crooked handwriting in the book is mixed with many obscure code words, graphics, and symbols, like an advanced martial arts cheat book.According to the book, this flute is actually made of ancient bamboo and wood, and the hidden poetry in the book exudes a kind of unfathomable power. Turning to the last page, Dongfang Ying couldn't help shaking her hands, and the book almost fell to the ground.Touching the handwriting carefully, it turned out to be four words written by his father himself: To Sakura.In a trance, Dongfang Ying burst into tears here, crying confusedly.

I don't know when my father wrote it, why this gift has never been seen before.Looking back, I was so sad that I forgot many important things.In fact, Dongfang Ying often used the soul flute as a toy when she was a child, and played with it in her hands, but she didn't find any difference.Father would often bring Xiao into the world alone, not knowing what was going on.Thinking about how little I know about my father, but being a son, I don't even know what my father worries about, and my heart feels like a knife is twisted.

When he was packing up, he heard Feng Qiwu calling Dongfang Ying outside, he carefully put the book in his clothes, wiped his tears and ran out.