To see the trees in the moon
--Yi Lingyuan
The moon sees the trees swaying,
white feathers fall leisurely.
Playing the zither in the moonlight.
White clothes, sword-dancing clothes
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The third day of the Kozaka Festival
The sleeping earth, the silent shadows of the trees.
The twinkling stars and the dim sky.
In the evening, the light was gone, and the jade wheel hung high.
Night had begun.
All the students from the three schools waited quietly.
Waiting...
Silence…
Just for the two of them.
The small island on the lake in the school was comparable to the cherry blossom trees that never withered in the town.
Moonlight Tree
Legend had it that it only opened once every hundred years.
The cherry blossom tree that never withers
It bloomed for a hundred years.
One was a hundred years of beauty, and the other was a moment of peerless beauty.
But…The branches and leaves of the moon trees were lush, but no one had ever seen the peerless beauty of the moon flowers when they bloomed.
They weren't waiting for the moon tree to bloom.
Instead, he was waiting for the two of them.
One was called Yi Lingyuan, and the other was called Sayuri Tenpyo.
It was a windless night.
A crisp sound of zither music came from somewhere.
It was a Chinese zither.
Seven-stringed Guqin.
The scattered sound was deep and distant, and everyone understood that this was the sound of nature that only the seven-stringed zither in China could produce.
No one realized where he had appeared from. Everyone lost their minds. All they could do was watch as that person walked step by step to the Moonlight Tree.
Dressed in white clothes, one could not help but think of the ancient Han clothing of the distant Eastern Great Country, and the unrestrained appearance of the scholars.
Her long silver hair was tied up with a purple hairband, and it hung gently behind her back. His primeval purple eyes were calm like amethyst, reflecting specks of starlight.
Her expression was calm and elegant as she walked slowly towards the moon tree in her white cloth shoes. Looking at the starry sky from afar, there was a faint reminiscence in his eyes.
He had a slender figure, and his clothes were whiter than snow. He held the zither with both hands, and his perfectly slender fingers gently caressed the zither.
He always had that kind of temperament.
It was as distant as the sky and as quiet as water.
He moved.
The sound of the zither flowed out like water. It was clear and distant, like a clear spring flowing on a stone.
At this moment.
The most unbelievable thing in the world happened.
The moon primrose tree that bloomed once in a hundred years had bloomed!
It was as if this hundred-year-old moon primrose tree was also watered, soaked, and nourished by the music. In just a few seconds, these students saw the most beautiful scenery in their lives.
The small moon primrose, pure white like snow, scattered on the tree. Gradually, the green color disappeared, leaving only the tree's " snowflakes ".
It was like a dream…It was as beautiful as a dream.
Sayuri also appeared.
Her long black hair reached her waist, and she wore the same white clothes as Ling Yuan. He was holding a white jade Huaxia longsword.
The two of them stood together like a fairytale couple.
It was elegant, elegant, and quiet, and did not belong to the mortal world.
Ling Yuan plucked the zither and sang softly.
"A night of spring breeze, all the pear blossoms are gone."
It was as if heaven and earth had a spirit, and the dreamy pure white moon primrose on the tree scattered with the gentle wind.
It was as beautiful, pure, and dreamy as the snow in winter.
Moonflowers scattered in the air. It was like the feathers of an angel with broken wings scattered in the world.
The boys and girls looked up at the night sky where the moon and flowers danced.
Specks of starlight and drops of moonlight fell on the flower. It was so beautiful that it was as if it was not from the mortal world.
A small moon flower fell into Liang's hands. She held the pure white moon flower with both hands. Liang followed the dreamy white river and looked at the figure in white silently.。。She smiled sweetly.
In the small library, a small moon primrose fell onto Mikoto's book with the wind.
At this moment, the beautiful woman was not reading a book. Instead, she was looking out the window at the elegant white-robed person under the moonlight tree.
In the data room.
The pure white primrose fell into the freshly brewed coffee.
Ning turned to look at the scene, then smiled calmly.
On the rooftop of the Kendo Club
Yazi, who was holding a wooden knife, looked at the moon flower that was floating over.
The blade flashed.
The flower had yet to shatter. The pure white flower danced along with the wooden blade and landed on the blade.
On a bench in the forest
Liang Yue protected the moon flower and placed it near her heart. She closed her eyes and no longer had that subtle smile. Instead, it was a truly blissful smile.
"I'll let you off this time."
Not far from the island
Su Meng, Deep Summer, True Winter, and Guan Yue had four heads surrounding a small moon flower.
sniffed
Smells good x4
Zhi Xian looked at the island's Fate Lord.
A small island in the lake…
Ling Yuan's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, revealing endless gentleness.
"The years on the other side have turned white."
"Hand in hand, watch the smoke wave fly with the wind."
"My fingertips touch you gently."
"The most beautiful scenery I've ever seen"
"You smiled and looked back."
When Ling Yuan sang up to this point, Sayuri began to dance.
A sword move in all directions!
Madam Gongsun's sword dance was as rough and majestic as a thunderbolt to collect anger and as clear as the river and sea.
In that case, Sayuri's sword dance was like an immortal's sword dance. It was elegant and gorgeous, pure and otherworldly.
Because…
Sayuri's sword dance was for Ling Yuan.
The night wind blows,
The white Han costume and the colorful dress. It moved with the wind.
The white jade longsword was rippling with light, and the tenderness in Sayuri's eyes added more charm to this fairy.
(This song, Rainbow Sword Dance, is only for you!)
When Ling Yuan saw Sayuri, he returned a gentle smile.
"The Lost Quatrain"
"Who is singing softly for me?"
"Empty Bullet Mountain Against Flowing Water"
After Ling Yuan finished singing, Sayuri also gracefully sheathed her sword.
The two of them were only a few steps away from each other.
Ling Yuan held the zither in his left hand while Sayuri held the sword in her right hand.
He reached out and interlocked his fingers.
At some point, Sayuri had come over.
Ling Yuan was a little puzzled. According to the original plan, this was already the end.
Little Lily's actions told Ling Yuan.
The white jade sword in his hand fell to the ground and was stained with soil, but he did not care. If Ling Yuan did not exist, what was the point?!
She leaned on Ling Yuan and tiptoed to kiss him.
It was as if he was declaring Ling Yuan's sovereignty in front of everyone.
Even the perfect Sayuri was a jealous girl!
Because she deeply loved this overly gentle fool! in
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