On the eighth day, there was a fragrance of flowers. ~w. The sun shines brightly, completely different from that of the sixth day.

There are no endless mountains here, only endless plains. There are grass growing on the plains, fluttering in the wind. There are many wild flowers in the grass. Judging from the bright appearance, it seems that it has never withered.

Looking around, you can see some ups and downs in this plain. The people here seem to care about everything. Even though there are tens of thousands of rainbows galloping in the sky, they still do not look up.

This place is full of peace and tranquility. Even the arrival of Shiraishi and others has not broken this peace...

When she heads to Butterfly Valley, she can roughly distinguish the direction in Meng Xue's search for her memory. She flies ahead, and she feels all kinds of entanglements and guilt in her heart. It seems that there are too many regretful words to tell the owner of Butterfly Valley.

She didn't want to ask the Valley Master for forgiveness, she just wanted to meet this person who once had great kindness to her.

After a moment, her stop also made tens of thousands of monks stop in the air. Their eyes were locked in a sea of ​​flowers on the plain. In this sea of ​​flowers, there were many butterflies flying, and several unique bamboo houses located in the sea of ​​flowers.

This is Butterfly Valley.

There were several women in the sea of ​​flowers picking flowers, looking extremely comfortable. They still did not look up at the sky.

In the bamboo house, there was a woman in a red robe with flowers embroidered on her robe, her hair was wrapped in order, and a colorful butterfly flashed her wings on the hairpin of her hair. Her eyebrows were picturesque, her hands were embroidered, and her eyes were oozing. Even though she had been around for countless years, she still couldn't erase her stunning face.

"peony……"

Meng Xue knew a woman in the sea of ​​flowers. When her words fell, her eyes were wet. This woman named Peony was once a brother and sister with her.

A woman carrying a bamboo basket in the sea of ​​flowers was wearing a white robe, and there was a peony on her robe. After hearing the echo of the sound, she finally slowly raised her head and looked at the place where the sound was made.

After looking at this, the person frowned slightly at first, but then his palms trembled, and the bamboo basket in his hand fell to the ground, and his eyes immediately became wet. At this moment, she recognized this person who had been together for a long time.

"Snow...you're back." The woman named Peony said softly, but the voice contained endless vicissitudes of time.

Meng Xue flew down from the sky, jumped into the sea of ​​flowers, and immediately hugged the peonies. These butterflies flying in the sea of ​​flowers seemed to still remember the aura of Meng Xue and did not attack him.

There was a saint who flew down with the same side. She did not see the old friend at this time. But looking at the familiar terrain and smelling the familiar fragrance of flowers, she finally had some thoughts. She walked in this sea of ​​flowers, and her eyes gradually became wet.

"How many years have passed?" The saint slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the familiar fragrance of flowers. He felt like he was going home. The cursive butterflies were flying beside her, but then they dispersed. It seemed that they found a familiar aura on the saint.

The dancer in the bamboo house slowly put down the embroidery in his hand and stood up slowly. The voice came from the bamboo house: "Meng Xue, Dai Yan. You two are back..."

The sound echoed, Meng Xue and Dai Yan suddenly became stunned, and they turned around and looked at the bamboo house. They immediately knelt on the ground.

"Lord Lord, we are sorry for you."

This sound came from the mouths of Saint Maiden and Meng Xue at the same time. And the moment the sound was made, Meng Xue and the Saint's tears suddenly fell.

"Forget it, don't regret it. You can walk it on your own when you choose the way you kneel down. Since you have walked through it, going home is naturally a good thing. It is naturally a good thing to see something clearly. In this way, you will not linger and absent-minded about the outside world."

When the sound echoed, the dancer gently pushed open the door of the bamboo house. As soon as she stepped into the bamboo house, her whole aura actually felt like a queen. She did not look up at the sky. Even though she knew clearly that tens of thousands of monks were standing in the sky, she just slowly walked to Daiyan and Mengxue and reached out to help the two of them up.

"The monks in the sky are probably your friends. But this Butterfly Valley has the rules of Butterfly Valley, and outsiders are not allowed to step in... Even if there is a Buddha among your friends."

With a calm expression, the dancer had already perceived Ouyang Jingjing's cultivation level. It can be imagined how powerful the dancer's cultivation level is!

Dai Yan and Meng Xue nodded, and Meng Xue said, "Thank you, the valley master, but we came this time and brought one person."

As the words fell, Meng Xue looked into the sky and her eyes were fixed on Bai Shi's body.

Shiraishi's eyes were always concentrated on the dancer's body. The moment the dancer appeared, he immediately recognized him. This person was the woman who appeared in his dream, the woman who was exactly the same as his mother. Looking at this person, Shiraishi's breathing became rapid. There was even more wetness in his eyes.

"Mother……"

Standing in the air, Shiraishi murmured as his lips squirmed. Although he was extremely quiet, he was clearly heard by the dancer.

The maiden's body was suddenly stunned, and her dull expression suddenly fluctuated. Then she waved her sleeves suddenly. With this wave, a powerful cultivation power suddenly gathered on Bai Shi's body, and searched Bai Shi's memory!

After this search, the dancer's expression fluctuated even more. A strong shock appeared in her eyes. Under this search of memory, she could even search Shiraishi's dream. In that dream, she saw her existence.

Perhaps no one except herself knew that with that slight breath, she held herself in Bai Shi's dream!

"child……"

The dancer's eyes quickly became wet, and tears flowed down at this moment.

This is the first time Meng Xue, Dai Yan and all the people she saw at this time she saw the dancer crying. This woman who usually makes them feel cold but full of love actually has such a fragile side. And her fragility is the Bai Shi whom she hasn't found for a long time.

She clearly remembered that the scene when Shiraishi disappeared that day was the moment when Shiraishi was born!
Chapter completed!