Seeing that Ronghua had finished, Mengta came over and continued to walk by holding her hand. He looked up from time to time to see Ronghua's face, but everything was quite normal. Then what's that sweet smell he smelled just now?

After walking for a while, Ronghua saw a small courtyard. She looked at it carefully. It seemed pretty good.

Before entering the yard, she heard the sound of the zither. The beautiful melody poured out in an instant. It was so tender and moving, like a water gurgling and flowing, or a bird's twittering in the forest. Anyway, it was amazing. All of a sudden, the music became sonorous and resolute, just like waves. .h.i.tting rocks, or rivers running into the sea, or even waterfalls surging. The sound shook the heartstrings of Ronghua.

Unaware of how long it took, the sound stopped slowly, but it seemed that it was still floating around for a long time. Nothing was better than it, even the broken sound of Kunshan jade.

Ronghua opened the door and went in. She saw a woman sitting in the yard. The woman's skin was snowy and her eyes were as clear as a stream of water. When looking forward, she had a kind of refined and elegant temperament. Despite her arrogant and nimble bearing, she was charming and attractive, which left a deep impression on others. With overarching eyebrows, she slightly moved her eyes and smiled. She was about twenty-three years old and very beautiful. She was wrapped in blue fine clothes covered by a white gauze, exposing a beautifully lined neck and clearly visible clavicle. The dress pleats waved like moonlight, flowing gently to the ground. It was more than three feet long, making her gait more graceful and gentle. Her long and black hair was tied up with hairpins and inserted with gilding silver hairpin with double phoenix patterns. The breeze blew, the gauze fluttered, and the whole person radiated light nimbus.

"Sister, long time no see," Qingyi said gently. This was Ronghua's younger sister, Qingyi.

It had been so long since they last met! Inevitably, they were not as close as before. After all, that incident had not been a small blow to Qingyi.

"Qingyi, How are you recently?"

Qingyi didn't answer her question and stopped playing the zither by her hands. Instead, she started playing it with her sleeves. The sound of the zither followed Qingyi's movement.

The sound of the zither was melodious, like the mountains, like the gurgling water, and the listeners felt like enjoying the most beautiful scenery of nature and felt refreshed.

The music started slowly, and Qingyi danced accompanying it. The wind blew the fairy's clothing. The music swung the soul-stirring of the people, and long sleeves danced with the body's movement. Countless delicate petals flew gently between the sky and the ground, and the refres.h.i.+ng fragrance of flowers was fascinating. Countless peach petals spread all around. In the flower rain, the girl in white appeared like a valley orchid. With her light and graceful dancing posture, her wide sleeves opened and closed, which set her figure off to advantage. Someone was so infatuated with watching her graceful dance that he almost forgot to breathe.

Qingyi looked around and stopped in front of Ronghua.

"What do you think, sister?" Qingyi asked obsequiously.

"Actually, your dance is excellent. Even though we haven't seen each other for a long time, you are still so…." Ronghua looked at her quietly.

"Auntie Rong," Mengta shook Ronghua's hand to attract her attention, but she just turned around and smiled at him.

"Good boy! Go outside and enjoy yourself. Auntie Rong has something to say with your mother." Ronghua rubbed Mengta's head gently with soft eyes. But Mengta was not satisfied with it.

"No!" Mengta turned his head and got angry. "You're going to let me leave you alone again which is like the scene when my mother is going to quarrel with my father. Don't try to cheat me this time!"

Ronghua shook her head helplessly and looked at Qingyi. Qingyi also made an expression that she had no idea. Indeed, they had no way to deal with Mengta.

"How about giving you a funny stuff?" said Ronghua. As soon as Mengta heard that there was something to play with, he immediately s.h.i.+fted his attention.

Ronghua took out a fan from which she separated a strand, and then the strand immediately became a fan in her hand. She smiled with satisfaction.

"Take it!" Ronghua said.

Mengta took over the fan and looked at it carefully. He felt a strong power in the fan.

He couldn't help sighing, "This fan looks so great!"

Ronghua said solemnly, "This is a spiritual weapon that can summon wind and call for rain. It must be fun for you to take this out and play."

Mengta was a little moved, and said, "OK." Then he turned around and jumped out. Qingyi was a little worried, "Mengta, don't make trouble!"

"I see," said Mengta. "Even if I get into trouble, someone will help me out." he thought.

After Mengta went out, Ronghua looked at Qingyi seriously, and said, "When did you come here?"

Seeing Mengta go away, Qingyi glanced at Ronghua, and speak in an indecipherable voice. "When did I come? Don't you know?"

Ronghua froze and said, "How do I know?"

Qingyi said with a mockery, "As the princess of the race of G.o.d, you did not protect your home, but brought disaster to it. Don't you explain that?"

They two stood looking at each other. After a long time, Qingyi's eyes were dim, and she thought that Ronghua must have something concealed from her.

Ronghua was calm. "Qingyi," she suddenly said, "which one do you think is more serious—bringing disasters to others or being the source of sin?"

Qingyi didn't understand what Ronghua said. For these two possibilities, regarding the destructive effects, the source of sin was more destructive. Ronghua looked into Qingyi's eyes as if she wanted to see the secret in Qingyi's heart.

Qingyi was not at ease under her sight. "Sister," said Qingyi.

Ronghua returned to her mind and she looked very melancholy. It seemed that there was something in her heart that needed to speak out. Finally, she said, "There is no perfect person in this world."

Ronghua took out a fan and opened it. She looked at the pattern on it and gently touched it. "Love and righteousness are both important. Is it necessary to pay in return?" said Ronghua.

Qingyi looked at her with red eyes. "You lied to me," it took a long time before she said this.

"Oh, what did I lie to you?" Ronghua asked. Qingyi tilted her head and didn't want to talk about it.

Ronghua wanted to know Qingyi's inner thoughts. She changed the topic and asked, "Can you control the world-changing bow now?"

Ronghua suddenly changed the topic, so Qingyi felt puzzled. She asked, "Why did you ask this?" Qingyi wiped away the tears. "What she wants to do with the world-changing bow?" she thought.

"Can you recall the memory in world-changing platform?" Ronghua asked in a slightly eager voice.

Qingyi had never seen her sister like this, so she hesitated. "I can, but what do you want to do with the memory?" Qingyi asked in a deep voice. "What in the world-changing bow is not only the memory, but also the anger gathered from the thing in the world since the beginning of the world. I just signed a soul contract with her to use it." She thought.

Ronghua sighed, and touched Qingyi's hair, running her fingers through it. She said in a low voice, "Other people are thinking about scheming against me."

Qingyi hesitated. She opened Ronghua's hand, and asked uncertainly, "Are you sure you want to open it?"

Ronghua stared at Qingyi absent-mindedly, and she said, "Yes!"

Qingyi understood at last that her sister could do whatever she wanted. Then she said, "My sister, be careful!"