Xiandao Tianfei

Chapter 2275 Fantasy Extra Chapter 25·The Last Night
This song naturally has no lyrics.Su Yusheng suddenly remembered that it was Feng Jun's freehand lyrics in the past.

It is an old story of the Immortal family that has not been recorded in the official history. It describes the hazy romantic past of Fairy Xunfeng and Prince Pluto, which is so sad that it makes people sigh.

She knew that something might be wrong. Feng Jun was unruly and unruly, and his writing contained a hint of affection, so it was not suitable to sing to him.

In fact, she could make up a few sentences at will, and Qiye wouldn't care too much even if she heard it. He was just whims anyway.

She just... suddenly had a strange feeling - this was not a farewell to him, but a departure song she had chosen for herself.

Maybe it's because of dying, maybe it's because of... some kind of nihilistic future that is more cruel than death.

"Nanpu is flooded with willow trees,

The wind is coming from the Yanyan River in Beishan.

In the past, clearing the oars to cross the dream,
Now the moon shines brightly in the sky. "

……

At this moment, the memory was as clear as a wave of water, and she even remembered the annotations——

"...Fairy Xuanfeng met Prince Pluto when she was young, Xueyue Fenghua, and almost became a Taoist couple. However, the situation suddenly changed, and the former Prince Pluto died for no reason. The prince immediately returned to the throne and married the princess of the Shengba tribe to settle the matter. The fairy returned alone, inherited the saint's unique knowledge, and carried forward the fairy law and Taoist scriptures. She lived a noble and peaceful life, and was holy and flawless. Later generations respected her as a "saint".

A husband can choose one of two beauties, and a hero in the world will eventually take possession of his country and never fall in love.Where are you going?Where are you going?Who has to take off? "

Qiye rested his right hand behind his head and leaned lazily against the stone wall, his angular handsome face softening in the light and shadow.

Eyelashes slightly closed, as quiet as sleeping.

……

"The wind has passed through the lingering lingering,
Listen to the fluttering flowers.

The rain beats a lifetime of longing,

How many joys and sorrows will last forever.

……

Like illusion, like delusion,
Such as opening and thanking white lotus.

Like birth, like death,
Like a candle flame in the wind.

……

Xiaoxiao in Nanpu is left with flute Qin,
Beishan is rustling and twilight is condensing.

The prosperity of the past has passed away,
Now my old friend Hu Yuanxing is here. "

……

The clear and ethereal singing voice rises leisurely, like the sound of nature carried by the gentle mountain breeze.All the noise in the world suddenly disappeared, and the wind seemed to be singing and playing in a trance.

The pale golden flowers have fallen, and the water and moon are shining, sad but not sad.

The mind is immersed in the sad ancient tunes, and how much love, hate, sorrow and joy pass by like the wind.The conversation between him and her sounded far away in my ears, it seemed real and imaginary——

"You came."

"You're leaving, I'll give you a ride."

"Thank you... I'll see you later."

"Goodbye... no, it's better not to say goodbye. It's better to be ruthless than to be sentimental."

"Don't say goodbye... Heh, you're right. From now on, you and I will never see each other again."

……

"The strings of the piano suddenly broke on the side of the ship,
The moon and water shine across the sky.

The three-life stone circulated on its way back,

Hearing the song, breaking willows and crossing the river of forgetfulness.

……

Like dew, like electricity,
Like bubbles in the palm of your hand.

Like anger, like delusion,
Like threads of red.

……

Nanpu Dandan Yangliu Yi,
The wind is coming from the Yanyan River in Beishan.

In the past, clearing the oars to cross the dream,
Now the moon shines brightly in the sky.

……

Xiaoxiao in Nanpu is left with flute Qin,
Beishan is rustling and twilight is condensing.

The prosperity of the past has passed away,
Now my old friend Hu Yuanxing is here. "

……

In the phantom, a figure dressed in black like night rides a boat into the distance of the River of Forgetfulness. The mist lingers, and after it clears, it becomes an illusion.

The singing faded away, the wind stopped singing like a sigh, and the falling flowers on the water floated like the fading moon.

(End of this chapter)