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Late autumn night.

The lake water is rippling, and the bright moonlight shines on the rippling lake surface, reflecting a sparkling beauty.

The rippling and finely divided water is like a huge mirror, reflecting the vast evening sky and the shining stars and moon, as well as the lonely boat on the lake.

Chu Liuxiang, who was dressed in black clothes, was sitting on the bow of the boat, with his dark eyes slightly lowered, he was playing a piano.The sound of the piano is melodious and gentle, and the melody of Ding Dong is like a clear spring flowing slowly in the mountains.

This song is the one that Chu Liuxiang played when she met Wuhua for the first time.At this moment, while Chu Liuxiang was playing, she recalled the scene when she first met Wuhua.

Now that Chu Liuxiang thinks about it, maybe it was because the first encounter was too strong and stunning that it left such an indelible impression in her heart.

At that time, he was still an unfettered ranger, and Wu Hua was still a world-renowned wonderful monk. They drank freely on the small lonely boat without any conspiracy or calculation.

Chu Liuxiang is not a person who is used to remembering the past, but if the memory of the past involves Wuhua, he can't stop thinking about it, let alone recalling it.Even the moment his fingers touched the lyre, he actually had an illusion, as if Wu Hua was sitting beside him and talking to him, as if everything had returned to the past.

However, the reality is often so cruel.

There is no way to turn back time, let alone stop for anyone.

Several months have passed since Wuhua left on Sanzhi's boat.

His injury has been healed a long time ago, but when he healed his injury, the person who made him heal his injury disappeared.At first Chu Liuxiang thought it was the fake news intentionally released by Tianfeng Shishilang and Nangong Ling. It wasn't until he found Nangong Ling later that he was looking for Wuhua with a haggard face like a madman. What false news, Wuhua really disappeared, no one knows where Wuhua went, he seemed to have evaporated, and went to a place where no one could find him.

Thinking of this, Chu Liuxiang's heart throbbed again, and the sound of the piano also stopped abruptly at this moment.With his thin lips tightly closed, he just stared at this lyre, and then laughed out loud.

It's just that the smile is not joy, but bitterness and unwillingness.

Chu Liuxiang picked up the flagon placed beside her and gulped down the spicy spirits, as if only through this could she temporarily numb her nerves, making her less uncomfortable.

"...Wuhua...Wuhua..." Chu Liuxiang said the name in a low voice, with all kinds of complicated emotions in her voice.

Chu Liuxiang knew very well that not only him, but also many people, like him, had been looking for Wuhua.It's ridiculous to say that as Wuhua disappeared longer and longer, those people who originally despised him after knowing his true face began to miss Wuhua.

Even with the passage of time, after the righteous indignation when they knew the truth dissipated, they began to selectively forget the bad side of Wuhua. monk.

People's hearts are really subtle sometimes.

When a person who made a mistake is in the sight of the public, everyone will blame him and talk about his badness, but one day, this person disappears, disappears in their lives and no longer appears , They gradually remembered that person's good times.

It's paradoxical, but it's also true.

Chu Liuxiang shook her head and smiled, with a hint of self-mockery.

He laughed at those people, and he himself was not selfish.

Thinking of this, Chu Liuxiang took another big gulp of wine.

But at this time, the lake surface was choppy, the lonely boat swayed slightly, and a woman in red appeared behind Chu Liuxiang.

Li Hongxiu looked at Chu Liuxiang's decadent appearance sitting on the ground, and frowned tightly.Ever since Chu Liuxiang found out about Wuhua's disappearance, she has become more and more depressed day by day. The fun and sunshine in the past are gone, and her whole person is full of decadence.

Now Chu Liuxiang has lost her vitality, as if the light in her life has completely disappeared.Li Hongxiu couldn't understand Chu Liuxiang's appearance, she walked up to Chu Liuxiang, kicked Chu Liuxiang with her feet, and said coldly: "Wuhua is just missing, not dead, look at your distraught appearance now, You're going to die, what does it look like!" Li Hongxiu's words conveyed a sense of iron and steel failure.

She hoped that Chu Liuxiang would cheer up, and even if she couldn't return to the unrestrained chicness of stepping on the moon, at least she wouldn't be like this now.

Li Hongxiu said: "Where did the former Chu Liuxiang go! You..."

Before Li Hongxiu finished speaking, the lonely boat shook again for a short time. The person who came was Song Tian'er, holding a note in her hand. It seemed that she was panting because of rushing all the way. Coming to Chu Liuxiang's side, he said excitedly to Chu Liuxiang, "Look at this quickly! I found this on the Sanzhi boat, and it's a note left by Wuhua!"

As soon as Song Tianer pronounced the last word, Chu Liuxiang grabbed the note in Song Tianer's hand and opened it eagerly, only to see a few lines written on the note...

Things outside the wind and dust are no flowers, no flowers, no flowers.

In a world without flowers, the sky and the earth are dry and prosperous, vast and dim, and it is a desert.

Break and then stand, only by giving up first can we be reborn.

In the future, gray will be replaced by flowers.

The familiar handwriting and the familiar strokes are indeed from Wu Hua's hand.

Chu Liuxiang stared at these lines for a long time.

Then, he suddenly laughed, this smile was no longer a decadent self-mockery, but a kind of enlightenment after thinking about it.

Chu Liuxiang understood what Wuhua meant.

Flowerless is indeed missing.

However, although Wuhua is gone, there will be new names.Breaking down and then standing up, replacing gray with flowers, Chu Liuxiang knows that Wuhua is not leaving forever, but will appear in a brand new state.

Perhaps when they meet again, what he needs to do is to get to know Wu Hua again.

Chu Liuxiang cheered up completely, and then he seemed to think of something suddenly, his eyes flashed, he stood up abruptly, performed lightness kung fu and leaped, tapped the lake surface with his toes, and quickly flew towards his Sanzhi boat go.

Seeing this, Li Hongxiu quickly followed.

"Eh? Wait for me!" Song Tian'er shouted from behind.

Chu Liuxiang returned to her Sanzhi boat, and found two rolled up scrolls from a cabinet in the room.

He opened the two scrolls, and the two scrolls showed the same man, which was drawn by Chu Liuxiang when Wu Hua was still in a coma.

The painting on the left is the first painting of Wuhua with black hair in a red dress at that time, while the painting on the right is Wuhua wearing a snow-white monk robe with a calm face.

Chu Liuxiang still remembered that at that time, he didn't want to admit that what he liked in his heart was Wuhua, not Wuhua.He stubbornly said to himself that the Wuhua who attracted him were the seven wonderful monks, the kind Wuhua who didn't even want the sound of the piano to be stained with a trace of murderousness, not the scheming Wuhua with evil eyes.

Thinking about it now, Chu Liuxiang realized that she was so ridiculous at that time without realizing it.He likes Wuhua, whether it is the elegant and elegant side that is disguised, or the evil and cruel side, he likes them all, because they are all part of Wuhua.

"You came back in a hurry just to find two paintings?" Li Hongxiu walked to Chu Liuxiang's side, looked at the two paintings on the table, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

Chu Liuxiang nodded, and after putting away the painting of red clothes and no flowers, he looked at Li Hongxiu, "Do me a favor."

Li Hongxiu asked: "What's the matter?"

Chu Liuxiang leaned over slightly, and said something in Li Hongxiu's ear.

Hearing this, Li Hongxiu stared at Chu Liuxiang with complicated eyes for a few seconds, "Are you sure?" Li Hongxiu asked.

"Yeah." Chu Liuxiang replied with certainty: "Definitely."

Li Hongxiu nodded and agreed: "Okay."

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Day two.

Li Hongxiu was ready to leave early in the morning, looking at his attire, he seemed to be preparing for a long trip.

Seeing this, Song Tian'er stopped Li Hongxiu, "Where are you going?"

Li Hongxiu said: "Go to Shaolin."

Song Tian'er was puzzled: "Why are you going to Shaolin so well?"

"Send something."

When Song Tian'er heard it, she was even more puzzled, "Send something? What?"

Li Hongxiu pursed her lips and smiled, "Give me a painting."

Now Song Tianer came to her senses, "Is it the portrait of Wuhua?"

"Yes," Li Hongxiu nodded lightly, and said with a smile, "it's a portrait of Wuhua."

Song Tian'er heard the words, blinked her eyelashes, tilted her head slightly, and said with some doubts: "What does Chu Liuxiang mean? Why did he send Wuhua's portrait to Shaolin?"

Li Hongxiu didn't answer, but glanced at the rippling sea water, and she couldn't help recalling what Chu Liuxiang said to her last night in her mind.

He said that Wu Hua, who was dressed in white, belonged to Shaolin.

He hoped to keep the glory that Wuhua once had, and he hoped that the beauty of Wuhua when he was the Seven Wonderful Monks could be preserved and be left in the place where he lived since he was a child.

He hoped that those who liked and missed Wuhua could always remember Wuhua in plain clothes and white socks, elegant and elegant, so he wanted to leave the beautiful side of Wuhua to Shaolin and to those who like Wuhua Seven wonderful monks.

As for Wuhua in red, the imperfect, ruthless but real Wuhua, Wuhua without any pretense, just leave him to Chu Liuxiang.

Staying by his side, only belongs to him completely.

He, Chu Liuxiang, was originally a ranger, so let him take this painting along the way to find Wuhua, to find Wuhua who was broken, then stood up, and came back again.

No matter the time, no matter the deadline.

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[Xiaohong, do you think Chu Liuxiang will send that painting to Shaolin? ]

[meeting. ] After Fu Zhenhong had just finished answering the question about the weak chicken system, a data detection message came from the Space-Time Administration——

Ding----

Senior Raider Fu Zhenhong

Unlock plot fusion props --- ancient paintings.

The plot of the martial arts world line is connected, the overall progress of the martial arts world Tianxuan strategy: 100%

Chosen: Linghu Chong, 100% favorability

Chosen: Chu Liuxiang, 100% favorability

At the same time, a picture was also transmitted into Fu Zhenhong's mind——

That is Wuxiang, the head of Shaolin, carefully placing the portrait that Li Hongxiu sent him...in the Golden Pavilion of Shaolin.