Flowers Are Free to Turn Without Phase

It was dusk, and the old locust trees in the courtyard were rustling in the evening breeze. Chen Baihe and Wang Bailu looked at each other and smiled, their fingertips quietly forming seals. Chen Xiaoyun was looking down at the book when she suddenly felt quiet around her. When he looked up, he saw a cluster of blue flames leaping out of the palm of Baihe, wrapping around his fingers like a living thing, and suddenly blossomed into water lilies, suspended in the air, with starlight flowing in the heart of the lotus. Bai Lu chuckled and waved her sleeves, and the stars fell, touching the ground and turning into crystal butterflies, scattering fine dust of light as their wings flapped. "It's a small trick." Xiaoyun said lightly, but her eyes were chasing a light butterfly that stopped on the page of her book. Baihe raised his eyebrows, pointed his finger as a pen, and wrote quickly in the void - the golden seal script emerged one after another, forming a radiant Qijue, each word flickering like breathing. Bai Lu tacitly clicked her fingers in the air, and the poem instantly broke into pieces, turning into a rain of peach blossoms all over the sky, with a fragrant fragrance. The most surprising thing is that when each petal falls on the bluestone, it jingles like a chime, playing the faint song of "Neon Clothes". Xiaoyun finally put down the book. The moment she raised her eyes, Baihe and Bailu kneaded at the same time - all the illusions suddenly shrank and condensed into a palm-sized phoenix with seven-color tail feathers, perched lightly on her shoulder and rubbed her cheek affectionately. She finally burst into laughter, stretched out her hand and tapped the little phoenix's head: "You know how to show off." The phoenix shattered into pieces, turned into fireflies, and dissipated in the growing night. The two looked at each other and smiled. But she saw Xiaoyun casually picking off a locust leaf and blowing on it - the leaf turned into a jade-like bird, soaring into the sky with a clear cry, and its wake drew a long-lasting rainbow bridge under the moon.