The night is getting deeper.
The moonlight is like water, but with a coldness that goes deep into the bone marrow, soaking Guanghan Palace in an eternal silvery white.
In the side hall, Qin Feng was sitting cross-legged with his eyes lightly closed.
He was not practicing any advanced skills, he was simply spreading out Spiritual Sense and feeling the most original and pure power of Taiyin Star.
This power is extremely soft, but it also contains a majestic vitality that nurtures all things. It has indescribable benefits for his Chaos Undying Body recovery.
At this moment, an extremely slight, almost inaudible sound of footsteps sounded outside the hall.
The footsteps carried an indescribable hesitation and hesitation, as if every step required a lot of courage.
Qin Feng's eyelids didn't even move, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly, almost unnoticeably.
The footsteps stopped outside the palace door, and there was a long silence.
It seems that the people outside the door are engaged in a battle between heaven and man.
I don't know how long it took, but a voice as thin as a gnat, with a voice that was half shy and half nervous, floated in through the crack in the door.
"Daoist Master... Can you please rest?"
It's Chang'e.
Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and clear, and he didn't even seem to be in trance.
His eyes fell on the slender shadow at the palace door, and he said calmly, "No, is there something wrong with the fairy?"
There was another silence outside the door, as if he was choked by this direct question.
After a while, the voice sounded again, lower and lighter than before, with a hint of request.
"Daoist Master... would you like to follow me and take a walk under Moon Laurel Tree?"
After the words fell, there was no sound outside the door, as if saying these words had exhausted all her strength, and all that was left was anxious waiting.
Qin Feng stood up, straightened his green shirt, walked to the palace door, and stretched out his hand to open the door.
At the door, a beautiful figure lowered her head and nervously grasped the corners of her clothes with her hands.
Chang'e changed out of a gorgeous palace dress and put on a simple and elegant white long skirt. There were no patterns on the skirt, only the moonlight was flowing.
Her long black hair was simply tied up with a hosta, and a few strands of black hair hung down beside her cheeks. She was a little less unearthly Immortal Qi, but a little more gentle and soft like the girl next door.
In her hand, she also held a white jade plate. On the plate, there were several pieces of crystal clear Osmanthus Cake that exuded a light fragrance.
Seeing Qin Feng open the door, Chang'e's body trembled slightly, like a frightened deer, he subconsciously took half a step back and lowered his head.
This was the first time in hundreds of millions of years that she took the initiative to invite a man.
This feeling was extremely unfamiliar to her, and also extremely scary.
Qin Feng Looking at her like this, I just felt funny in my heart, but I didn't feel bad at all.
He just stretched out his hand, picked up a piece of Osmanthus Cake from the plate naturally, put it into his mouth, and chewed it gently.
"The workmanship is good."
A simple compliment, like a warm current, instantly dispelled the tension and uneasiness in Chang'e's heart.
She raised her head suddenly, a hint of unbelievable surprise flashing in her breathtakingly beautiful eyes.
Qin Feng smiled at her, took the lead and walked towards the huge Moon Laurel Tree tree in the courtyard.
Chang'e looked at his back and was stunned for a moment, then quickly picked up the plate and followed him step by step.
The two walked side by side under the bright moonlight, their shadows stretched very long, occasionally intertwining, and then quickly separating.
No one spoke, the atmosphere was quiet, but not awkward.
An unprecedented emotion called warmth flowed quietly between the two of them.
After reaching the Moon Laurel Tree tree that was huge enough to cover half of the sky, Chang'e finally stopped.
She raised her head and looked at those dead branches that had not changed at all in hundreds of millions of years. Her eyes became a little distant, a little confused, and a little... sad.
"Daoist Master You know, how long have I been trapped here?"
She suddenly spoke, her voice was very soft, as if she was asking Qin Feng, or herself.
Qin Feng did not answer, but stood quietly beside her, his eyes also falling on the huge tree crown.
Chang'e didn't need his answer, so she continued talking to herself, as if she was confiding, bit by bit, taking out all the loneliness that had been accumulated in her heart for hundreds of millions of years.
"I can't remember clearly."
"I just remember that when I first came here, this tree was not so big."
"What I can do every day is to watch it, watch it grow taller and thicker, the branches become more and more dense, and finally... it grows into what it is now."
Her voice was very calm, without a trace of ripples, but it was this calmness that made people feel a kind of despair deep in their bones.
"There are no four seasons here, no day or night, it will always be like this, cold and silent."
"Sometimes, I even envy Wu Gang. At least he still has a voice. One after another, that is the sound of him swinging an axe."
"And I have nothing."
"I tried talking to Jade Rabbit, but it wouldn't respond to me. I tried talking to this tree, but it wouldn't respond to me. I tried talking to the starry sky, and all I got in response was a deeper silence."
Speaking of this, her calm voice finally had an uncontrollable tremor.
"Do you know that feeling? When there is only one sound of your breathing left in the whole world, when you can't hear a second sound for ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years, or even one million years... That is a kind of loneliness that will drive even gods crazy."
"I even began to wonder if I was still alive, or if I was dead long ago and was just an obsession that refused to dissipate."
She turned her head and looked at Qin Feng. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears at some point, like two pieces of glass about to break.
"Until today, you came."
"You talked to me, you drove away Tian Peng for me, and you... even warned Jade Emperor for me."
"I was finally sure that I was still alive."
Eternal grievances and hundreds of millions of years of loneliness, at this moment, all turned into hot tears, silently sliding down her smooth cheeks.
Those are not tears of sadness.
It is the tears that melt the iceberg and revive all things.
Qin Feng looked at her pear blossoms with rain, and sighed slightly in his heart.
He still didn't say any words of comfort.
Because he knows that for a person who has been imprisoned for hundreds of millions of years, any language is pale and powerless.
He just listened quietly, waiting until Chang'e's mood calmed down a little.
Then, Qin Feng raised his hand.
His eyes moved away from Chang'e's face and fell on the Moon Laurel Tree tree, which symbolized eternal silence.
"You said it won't respond to you?"
Qin Feng's voice was very soft, as if he was asking a casual question.
Chang'e nodded with tears in his eyes, his voice with a thick nasal sound, "Yes, it... it never blooms, and never responds, just like a piece of lifeless wood."
"Yeah."
Qin Feng's mouth curved slightly.
Immediately, under the shocked gaze of Chang'e, which was blurred by tears, he pointed lightly at the Moon Laurel Tree tree that had never bloomed for eternity.
There are no earth-shattering Magic Power fluctuations.
There is no terrifying atmosphere of destruction.
Not even a breeze stirred up.
It's such an ordinary finger.
However, the next second.
Changes occur suddenly!
"Crack."
There was a soft sound, as if an ancient switch that had been covered in dust for hundreds of millions of years was quietly turned on.
I saw only the tip of the most inconspicuous branch of the huge Moon Laurel Tree, a silver light spot smaller than a grain of rice, quietly emerging.
Immediately afterwards, it was like dynamite igniting the fuse!
"Click! Clap! Clap, clatter--!"
Countless identical voices resounded crazily from every branch of Moon Laurel Tree and from the gaps in every leaf!
A point of light.
Ten points of light.
One hundred! One thousand! Ten thousand!
In Chang'e's completely frozen eyes, the entire huge Moon Laurel Tree tree seemed to be decorated with billions of bright stars in an instant!
Those silver light spots rapidly expanded, stretched, and bloomed at a speed visible to the naked eye!
One flower.
Ten flowers.
Thousands of flowers!
One after another, the silvery osmanthus blossomed to the extreme, as if it were condensed from the purest moonlight essence. In this short moment, it bloomed in every corner of the entire giant tree!
Boom--!
A strange floral fragrance that was so rich that it almost turned into substance, bursting out like the Milky Way bursting its banks!
The fragrance instantly swept through the entire Guanghan Palace, and was still spreading crazily in all directions at an incredible speed!
Clear, sweet, with the rhythm of the avenue, and the joy of life!
The whole Taiyin Star, enveloped by this floral fragrance, seems to have come alive!
Chang'e is completely stupid.
She stood there blankly, with her head raised and her mouth open, letting the silver petals falling from the sky brush against her cheeks and fall on the tips of her hair.
Her mind went blank.
This is... what?
Hallucination?
This tree, Moon Laurel Tree, has been with her for hundreds of millions of years and symbolizes her lonely destiny...
Flowering?
It blooms so brightly, so dreamily, so... unreal.
Just when she was so excited that she could hardly think, a hand stretched out in front of her.
Qin Feng I don't know when, I picked the most beautiful silver osmanthus flower from the tree and handed it to her eyes.
The petals were overflowing with light, exuding a soft halo, and reflected his fingers like beautiful jade.
Chang'e's eyes slowly moved up along the flower, and finally landed on Qin Feng's calm face with a gentle smile.
I could only hear him speaking softly in a gentle yet domineering tone.
"From now on, this tree will bloom for you."