The autumn sunshine is fresh and bright, and the mottled shadows fall on the woman in green clothes from the gaps between the leaves. She is seen leaning sideways on the beautiful bamboo, with her eyes slightly closed and a long flute in her hand. As the lips closed, the cool and melodious sound of the flute lingered in the mountains and forests, and the withered yellow leaves seemed to feel the sadness of the song, flying all over the sky, like flying butterflies.
"Sister Shuizhu, Master asked you to go to Xuanxie." A crisp and graceful voice swirled in the air, and the melodious flute sound stopped abruptly. Jumping forward, the green figure had already disappeared into the sky. Looking at the empty bamboo leaves, the pink figure in the bamboo forest couldn't help but sigh: "Yeah, it's still a little slower than Sister Shuizhu..."