Chapter 355 Paper Cranes (2)

The entrance to the Miaokong Palace was empty.

Xuan Lingzi went down the mountain to relax and did not return, and the children in the hall were not there either. Tian Fangfang and Mu Chengxiao were still busy practicing after bringing their new disciples. Liu Yunxin has now moved to Yueqin's hall. Most of the Yueqin halls are women, and she likes to learn some small spells occasionally.

Originally, he only felt that his Xiaoyao Hall was deserted, but now, he suddenly found that the bustling Miaokong Hall had suddenly become lonely.

Gu Baiying stayed at the entrance of Miaokong Palace for a while, and finally walked in.

After the hairpin star left, he rarely came here.

Not unwilling, probably not.

Just like Xuan Lingzi wanted to make a golden statue of a hairpin star in the main hall, but he refused. It's because it seems like this, you can deny the fact that the hairpin star is no longer there, and reject the unacceptable truth.

Mingxiuyuan is still the same. Xuan Lingzi let the child swept away every day, and the peach-colored bedding and gauze tent were still the same as in the past. There are even people who come to deliver the tea and snacks that Hairpin Star likes to eat every day - of course, in order not to waste it, Xuan Lingzi himself ate it in the end.

After the Ten Thousand Killing Array, the identity of the hairpin star was discovered. The angered spiritual Taoist searched every corner inside and outside the Miaokong Temple, and found all the clothes and supplies left by the hairpin, trying to find any clues that she had an evil intention towards the Xiuxian world. Later, those things were all burned down by a fire.

Now everything in this room is new, the tables and chairs have been wiped clean, but there is no longer the scent of hairpins. In an instant, it became cold and empty.

Gu Baiying lowered her eyes.

All traces of her existence have disappeared, her past has been completely obliterated, and it is as if such a person has never existed in the world.

The moonlight slipped in from the window and fell on the ground in front of the window. It was as clear as water, with a few mottled tree shadows swaying.

Gu Baiying suddenly remembered the signature that he and Hairpin Xing had drawn in the hands of the bead hawker when they were in Black Rock City on the Qixi Festival.

Amorous only in Chuntingyue, just like falling flowers for people who are separated.

He was angry at the hawker's nonsense at that time, but he didn't realize the true meaning of the signature.

The bright moon is still there, and good dreams are hard to come true.

The rest is away from oneself.

The wind was blowing, and the shadows of the trees swayed. He looked at the persimmon tree outside the window and walked into the yard.

This persimmon tree has declined rapidly in the two years after the Thousand Killing Formation. The branches and leaves are gradually turning yellow, and they are about to die. Later, when the flood receded and the spiritual veins flowed again, the persimmon tree quickly regained its vitality.

The shadows of the trees are dense with branches and leaves, and the moonlight is cut into countless clear shadows, falling on the ground and intertwining with human figures.

Hairpin star's girl likes to sit in the yard and watch the persimmon tree, always babbling about how to make frosted persimmons that hairpin star likes to eat after the persimmons bear fruit. Later, Hongsu went to Heishicheng and never came back, and Hairpin Xing never ate the fruit of this persimmon tree.

Sorry after all.

He stood under the tree, and a gust of wind blew from the distant mountains, making the trees and green shadows lean. From the depths of the tree shade, a green light suddenly swayed over and landed on the boy's palm in the wind.

Gu Baiying was taken aback.

This is a green paper crane, folded a little rough, its wings up and down, but it looks very agile. He looked up subconsciously, and saw a small black hole on the trunk of a cluster of extremely dense trees in the high place.

It was a tree hole.

This tree hole was heavily shaded by trees in the past day, probably because the wind just now was too strong, blowing away the opening of the tree hole, and a paper crane flew out from it.

The paper crane flew out of the tree hole.

Gu Baiying stared slightly.

On Gufeng Mountain, there is a sound transmission made of paper cranes, which can help to spread the word. But this glowing green paper crane didn't look like a sound transmission, and stopped in his palm like a perched firefly.

There seem to be words on the paper crane's wings.

He paused, guessed something, and stretched out his hand to take the paper crane apart.

The green paper crane turned into a boxy note with words written on it.

"On the eighth day of the tenth lunar month, I moved to Mingxiuyuan today. The food is not bad. The bed in the sect is really soft."

Gu Baiying was taken aback.

The handwriting on this paper crane is really not good-looking, it is very familiar at a glance, it is the handwriting of the hairpin star.

Xuan Lingzi is satisfied with everything about the hairpin star, but there is only one thing that he regrets, that is, the handwriting of the hairpin star is not as beautiful as her talisman. It can't be called ugly, but the posture of her pen is always very jerky, as if she has never written in the past few years. Xuan Lingzi has a good face, and always wants Hairpin Xing to practice her handwriting more beautifully. She often finds copybooks for her, but Hairpin Xing never uses it.

She didn't like writing much either, so after the hairpin star left, the traces she left behind were no longer found in the Mingxiu Courtyard.

Now, Gu Baiying is here, and in this hidden tree hole, he catches a glimpse of Zhihe's mind.

The silver spear in his hand is like a silver wind, passing through the tree hole in the shadow.

Paper cranes staggered down one after another.

"October 15th, Senior Brother Hetian made a gesture today. The Qianyang Axe cut a crack in my stick. Don't think it's broken."

"October 20, she was taught a lesson by Uncle Yueqin today, she is so fierce."

"Brother Pastor actually gave Senior Sister Meng an ugly box of rouge. Senior Sister Meng is not angry, Senior Sister Meng is really broad-minded."

"Mimi has gained three more coins these days, it's scary."

"Mentong's lotus bun is so pretty, I want to learn it, but I don't know who made it for him, Master Yueguang?"

"Cultivation is really hard, I don't want to learn it anymore."

"Cultivation of immortals is really interesting. I will practice for two more hours tomorrow."

"This month's spiritual stones have been spent early again. When will I become rich?"

"The scar on his face is not yet healed, the fourth uncle seems to be lying to me."

"I read the book "The Great Duzhou People" in the library today. I am very touched. I want to travel all over Duzhou someday. I wonder if I have this opportunity."

"The food has been good lately, but I hope that tomorrow the canteen will not make noodles with green onions. I really don't like it."

He also saw himself.

"Senior Brother Tian said that the gray robe in the sect is not good-looking, or the white robe on Uncle Seven's body is more attractive. Is there a possibility that Gu Baiying looks good-looking?"

He looked at the line and couldn't help but smile.

Countless green paper cranes fell beside him, and the bright and moving fluorescent light swayed around him, frolic and clamorous, repeating the past slowly.

Gu Baiying seemed to see the hairpin star sitting in front of the window, earnestly writing down his mood day after day, folded it into a paper crane, carefully placed it in the tree hole, and sealed the secret.

Her brows were full of eyes, and she laughed and scolded without any scruples. One moment she complained about the pain of cultivation, and the next moment she vowed to work hard. She records a flower blooming, mad at the unpalatable meal. She looked at everyone and put them down again.

It's like writing a book that no one reads.

A paper crane fell in front of him far away, carrying a bunch of cold moonlight, watching him tenderly.

This paper crane is different from other paper cranes. The tip of the paper crane's wings is lit with a hint of ink. As if the owner of the writing was absent-minded, the pen was not gripped tightly, leaving abrupt ink marks on the paper.

Gu Baiying took the paper crane apart.

There was so much writing on this piece of paper crane that it almost filled the paper, and the woman's handwriting floated in front of her eyes.

"It's raining today. After the weather cleared, a rainbow appeared before the Rainbow Terrace."

"Before leaving the Rainbow Terrace, I met fellow practitioner Nie, a disciple of Yinfeng Sect who came to the sect to discuss the Demon Sha. This person is a little familiar. He asked me what color of flowers I liked, so that they can pick them up for me."

Next, there are traces of ink being smeared, as if someone was distracted, wrote a line, and wiped it off. After much deliberation, I finally settled on the pen.

The young man's eyes fell on the bottom line, and his expression suddenly froze.

Countless moving shimmers solidified.

"Red orange yellow green blue blue purple, unfortunately, my favorite... is white."