[69 Book Bar - www.] There is mist in the white mist, and the sound of birdsong comes from the valley in the early morning. This is the highest place in the entire continent. The terrain is so high that you can catch the clouds with your hands. However, it is not cold here, but instead gathers.

Inhabited by rare and rare beasts from all over the world, this is the highest place called Xianle Mountain by the world. It is said that a god lives here. Ordinary people often go to the mountain to collect medicines. However, if there are strong people who want to destroy the peace here,

There is always no return.

A leisurely and melancholy flute sound pours down from the top of the mountain, flowing under the blue sea and sky. The sound of the flute is desolate and lonely, like a person who has been waiting for a long time not to return home, with a sense of loneliness that cannot be eliminated after thousands of years of vicissitudes.

thoughts.

The sound of the flute is long and lingering at the top of the valley, and continues to advance into the distance, and can be heard to the ends of the earth.

A little girl who was only seven or eight years old and wearing a red coat was climbing the mountain with all her strength. Next to her was a woman over thirty years old who looked at her kindly and stopped from time to time to wait for the little girl to catch up with her.

They were herb collectors who lived on the mountainside of Xianle Mountain during that time.

The little girl climbed up hard. This was her first time coming to Xianle Mountain to collect medicine. She must not disappoint her mother.

She glanced longingly at the top of the mountain. She would definitely climb it. Even if she didn't climb to the top of the mountain, she still wanted to see what the god who played the sad music every day looked like.

The two of them climbed like this for a day and a night, until the sun set and rose again.

The morning wind brought a slight chill. The girl touched the sweat on her head and shouted excitedly: "Mom! I finally climbed up!"

The woman nodded, smiled, and touched the girl's head: "My red coat is the best."

"Hehe. If Hongyi could fly in the sky like those strong men, there would be no need to climb the mountain so hard. Hongyi will definitely work hard to practice. I will take my mother to climb to the highest point of Xianle Mountain."

The little girl waved her pink fist and said firmly.

"Fool." The woman smiled, "There is a god living up there. If we disturb him, we can no longer live in Xianle Mountain."

"Is that that one? So beautiful!" Xiao Hongyao saw sharply on the top of the mountain above him, a man in blue clothes standing holding a flute, his beautiful blue hair fluttering in the wind, and the wind picked up his coat.

The wind made hunting noises, his slender fingers flew and danced, and a string of sad music flowed out like running water, which made people unable to help but feel its unique tranquility and serenity.

The man's face seemed to be filled with endless sorrow, and his beautiful blue eyes that changed in color were like a blue ocean, as if there was some deep pain dormant inside. His clothes were flying, as if he would leave this world and become an immortal in the next second.

The peerless elegance makes people feel warmer and more peaceful than the newborn sun.

"Well, yes." The woman looked at the figure on the mountain top with admiring eyes. Her eyes were filled with nostalgia and admiration, but without a trace of desire.

Such a person is so beautiful that it makes people feel ashamed. In their hearts, they can only hope to be able to crouch low at his feet and look up at his figure.

This is God...

"Isn't God very powerful? Why is he so sad and playing such sad music on the top of the mountain every day?" Hongcoat blinked his big eyes, put a little finger in Yinghong's mouth and gritted his teeth and asked in confusion.

"Haha." The woman just smiled, bent down and sat quietly on the grass and began to tell her daughter stories passed down from generation to generation.

"This god has been playing the flute on it a long time ago. No matter the wind blows or rains, he will play the flute on it every morning.

I heard your grandma say that he is waiting for someone. When that person hears the sound of his flute, he will come back to him. So, God wants to play the flute every day to wait for the person he is waiting for. Do you understand, red coat?" The woman clicked.

He nodded the little girl's head and asked with a smile, her slightly old face looking kind.

The red coat nodded as if understanding, and suddenly asked: "How did grandma know?"

"Grandma's grandma told her. Then your grandma told your mother, and now I'm telling you." The woman smiled, and they have been passing this story down from generation to generation.

As for which generation knew it, no one can remember clearly.

The sound of the flute is just like their home, accompanying their ancestors from generation to generation. After generations of changes, some people have grown old, died, and disappeared from history. Only the sound of the flute continues day and night.

That blue figure is still peerless and graceful.

"Mom, I lied to Hongyao." Hongyao blinked and said aggrievedly: "The man above is obviously like an elder brother. How come he has lived for so long? Doesn't he seem to be getting older?"

The woman shook her head helplessly, "I told you he is a god. How can a god grow old?"

The girl blinked her eyes in confusion, and then said: "He is so pitiful. Could it be that the person he was waiting for has not come back, so he has been playing the flute up there?"

"Maybe..." the woman looked at the figure on the top of the mountain and said silently.

"Mom, I will marry God in the future. Okay? Okay?" Hongyao immediately wrapped his arms around the woman's neck and acted coquettishly, "God is so pitiful. If the person he is waiting for does not come back, Hongyao wants to accompany him.

Wait, so he won't be alone."

"Haha." The woman didn't answer, but said: "Red Jacket, after collecting the medicinal materials, we should go down the mountain."

She looked at the red coat with gentle eyes, thinking back to those days, how could it be that she hugged her mother's neck and acted coquettishly to marry someone above her?

It's just that they don't even have the qualifications to give him a look.

They will grow old and die, but the life of the people above seems to be endless. Now the number one god-level master in the mainland has to bow his head in front of him.

Maybe his cultivation has reached the level of an emperor who controls the way of heaven as mentioned in ancient books, so his life has been extended endlessly, and time has treated him favorably.

What makes everyone curious is who is the god on the mountaintop waiting for? Is he really waiting for someone?

Instead of laughing at her daughter's wishful thinking, the woman took her little daughter's hand and slowly walked down the mountain with the medicinal materials given by God...

This conversation is not the first time, nor is it the last time. Time has made people grow old, changes from generation to generation, ups and downs on the continent, and the pursuit of power by various forces will not affect this mountain at all, no matter how long time passes.

, there is still a man in blue standing tirelessly under the mountain top every day, playing sad flute music and waiting for his old friend...

After the music was finished, the man in blue looked at the distant sky and ran his fingers over the delicate bamboo flute in his hand...

Jiuxie...you said that if one day I can't find you, as long as I play the flute, you will come back when you hear it...
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