Winter is gone and the stars are bright.
The fragrance of plum blossoms is overflowing, and the spring breeze blows by, and a flower flies by, losing the spring feeling. When it falls gracefully, it is hanging in the air and spinning in the air. If you look closely, you can see that the fallen flower is caught by spider silk.
The warm wind is blowing, the plum blossoms are leaving, but I still have no doubts, I love you so much,
The flowers are about to go away, and the spiders are leaving them behind, only hanging on the threads to depend on each other.
The spring breeze did not want to give up, but still tried its best to blow by, and finally broke the hanging thread, blowing the fallen flowers into the air, and disintegrated in the wind. The petals were broken, drifting and scattered everywhere.
There was only one piece of it, riding on the wind, wandering around, finally catching the wind for a moment, flying and falling, and happened to meet the wooden house with the window lattice half open, and got into it, hoping to avoid the wind.
Unexpectedly, he got into the window and lost the power of the wind. He could no longer rely on the power of the wind to move. He had to fall slowly and fell straight onto the face of the young man lying on the couch indoors. He finally found his place and no longer drifted.
In the wooden house, as the flowers fell, the fragrance suddenly appeared. Even the unconscious young man on the couch seemed to be attracted by the fragrance of the flowers. He had not woken up for a long time. Although his eyes were still closed, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed. There is a sign of awakening.
The spring breeze outside the window still seemed unwilling to give up chasing the shadow of the fallen flower. It penetrated into the half-open window lattice and finally found the shadow of the fallen flower on the handsome face of the young man on the couch. With a slight flick, the petals were blown up again.
The spring breeze picks up the petals and wants to take them away from this house. However, the four walls and wooden doors are closed tightly. Only the window lattice is the only way out. The spring breeze has no eyes, how can it find it? It can only carry flowers and run away. I have been looking for a way but can't find it. . .Ь.
The wind carried the fragrance of flowers, and walked around the room. Finally, they were close to the exit. Just as they were about to get out of the window lattice, they returned to the sky. A slender hand stretched straight out to disperse the wind that captured the flowers.
The wind no longer carried the wind, and the petals finally fell into the slender palms, without being able to capture the flowers. The spring breeze outside seemed to be irritated. It picked up a little bit of wind and wanted to get back into the room. However, when approaching the house, it was blocked by the closed window lattice. In desperation, he had to dissipate and leave.
"Why are you so careless? But don't worry, since you are by my side, I will protect you..." The young man's voice was very warm. When he murmured in his mouth, he had already sat up from the couch, his sword eyebrows stretched, his eyes The starlight flickered, and when he opened his mouth, the dimple appeared slightly beside his lips.
Carefully placing the fallen flowers in his hand on the couch beside him, the young man looked around the place where he was. The house was simple, with only a bed, wooden tables and chairs, and no other ornaments. Even the soft quilt covering him was equally plain and simple.
All of this made the young man who was about to wake up feel a little dazed, as if he had returned to the warm thatched cottage in the Mountain of No Return. His eyes were a little dazed. Just as he was looking around, he suddenly felt pain in his chest, and he hurriedly lowered his head. Looking around, I saw that I was wearing a linen shirt, with fine gauze tightly wrapped around my chest, and fine gauze wrapped around my arms and ankles...
For a few seconds, all the past events came to mind, as if awakened from a dream. The young man's starry eyes were full of alert. He stood up and landed in the center of the wooden house. His eyes swept away until they landed on the sword box next to the couch. Don't let the pain of wounds all over your body come quickly.
The green shirt next to the sword box has long been cleaned, and the damaged areas on the shirt have also been carefully mended. They are neatly stacked on top of the sword box. On top of the green shirt, a small storage bag appears in front of you.
I panicked and hurriedly opened the bag and looked inside. I saw the Qilin Seal, Linghu Golden Ling, Tang Sword Lotus, Fengling Pawn Ticket, the wooden sword given by the master, and some loose silver. Lying quietly in the storage bag, seeing that there were still many important items, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves suddenly relaxed a little.
He stretched out his hand to touch the Broken Moon Sword Box, trying to use his internal energy to open it to check Broken Moon and Buguang, but found that he had used his inner energy to open the Dantian, but could not detect any trace of true energy... He was secretly frightened, and said that he was poisoned, so he quickly secretly used Qing Yi Jue, and After some further investigation, I found out that it was because I was too seriously injured internally and was unable to gather my true energy.
Relaxed, the young man suppressed the sluggishness and confusion in his mind and tried his best to recall. After a moment, he vaguely remembered that he and Miss Murong had crossed the Bridge of the Past and entered the corridor. As they walked longer, he suffered from heavy internal injuries. Eventually, my vision turned black, and I couldn't remember anything that happened after that.
"Where is this..." The young man recalled the previous events, frowned again, and murmured to himself.
Just when the young man was thinking hard about where he was, there was faint music coming from outside the wooden house, which pulled the young man out of his thoughts. He didn't know where he was, and his guard was not reduced. He originally wanted to change into a green shirt and back.
The young man who left the house with the sword box was attracted by the sound of musical instruments gradually rising outside the door. He unconsciously moved to the door of the wooden house, closed his eyes and listened.
The sound of the flute and the guqin complement each other;
The sound of the bamboo flute is faint, elegant and restrained by the moving clouds, revealing the strange waves and clouds in the rivers and lakes;
The sound of the guqin is melodious, trickling like running water, flowing through my heart like a clear spring in a mountain stream.
Attracted by the sound of the flute for the first time, he saw the intrigues in Yanbei City, the life-and-death fight between the Jin army in front of the formation, the difficult escape in the Xilong Mountains, and the dangerous dangers in the valley and secret passages... The scenes of the young man's mind suddenly came to mind, and the sound of the flute was like a sharp sword. , scenes of a narrow escape instantly opened up in the young man’s mind.
Perhaps the sound of the flute secretly contained murderous intent, causing the already weak young man to breathe quickly for a moment. If he didn't have a solid foundation, he would probably become confused under the sound of the flute. Only by trying hard to calm down can he be able to withstand it. Stay here and don't be disturbed by the sound of the flute. When he was struggling to resist, the sound of the flute suddenly disappeared and the sound of the piano slowly began.
What the sound of the guqin contains is a different scene. The love between children in the rivers and lakes contrasts with the light and shadow of swords, which is sad. There is no chivalry or wantonness, but the sound is warm and soothing. The young man is instantly attracted by the sound of the guqin. Peace of mind.
As soon as this tension was released, just the sound of the musical instruments made the boy's sluggishness due to internal injuries disappear a little, his eyes lit up, and he involuntarily pushed open the wooden door...
I don't know if he didn't open his eyes because of his drowsiness, but the ordinary light made the young man feel a bit dazzling. He raised his arms slightly to block the light, and after a little slowness, he dared to stare.
Behind the wooden house, on the top of the slope, there are two identical wooden houses ten feet away... Withdraw your eyes and gaze into the distance. There is a clear spring and stream at the bottom of the slope, trickling, the water is shining, and the mountains are empty. .
Looking up, the starry eyes shrank suddenly, and the boundless dome shrouded down. I couldn't tell how high the dome was, let alone the boundary of the dome. But as far as I could see, I could see three mountains standing far away under the dome, which was spectacular. .
As he moved his eyes, he saw that among the three mountains, the clouds and mist were shrouded, like a fairyland. The slope he was standing on was more than a hundred miles away from the nearest peak.
In the dome, the warm sun is in the sky. It was obviously late winter and early spring when I entered Shillong Mountain, but now the young man feels full of spring. The sun is shining brightly on his body, making him lazy...
His handsome face was full of doubts, and he murmured: "Is it possible... I accidentally broke into the fairyland... No, Miss Murong and I crossed the Bridge of the Past... By the way, Miss Murong..."
After regaining consciousness for a moment, he hurriedly looked around, but everything in his eyes was covered with green. Where could he see the charming figure of Miss Murong... At a loss, he felt the thorns under his feet. He lowered his head and realized that he was walking barefoot. , it is not the thorns of thorns that prick the feet, but the tender green grass that breaks through the ground and sprouts.
"I was really frightened by the Bridge of Purity..." The young man laughed at himself, and when he was about to explore again, he heard the sound of musical instruments stop and the sound of singing came...
"Attentiveness last night... It rained in the middle of the night, and I had to live again... It was cool one day..." The voice was full of joy, with a bit of high-spiritedness.
When the spirit subsides, the ambition rises again, the heroic spirit reaches the sky, and the blood is strong: "While I am free... When I am not old, I can let go of my restraints... I am crazy..."
"I didn't have a home... I would rather live in peace. My hometown doesn't have this kind of scenery..." The heroic words cannot withstand the changes of the years. There is a bit of majesty in the song, the rhythm is aftertaste, and it is so wonderful that it can be sung to the end. The free and unrestrained mind of a prodigal son.
After the three of you sang, I came on stage. The high-pitched and powerful voice went straight into the young man's chest, dispelling the laziness of spring, but not making people nervous. Instead, it made the young man feel refreshed, relaxed, and his eyes followed the sound.
There are three people down the slope, the spring scenery is twofold, and the stream is gurgling...
One person was playing the harp, another was playing the flute, and another was carrying a tile altar. When they stopped singing, the three of them laughed loudly at the same time.
Looking further, there were three people in the stream, with their trousers slightly rolled up and their bare feet exposed. They were stepping on the protruding rocks in the stream, twisting their clothes in their hands. They looked back from time to time, smiling at the three people and singing loudly. XiuShu.com
The young man looked at the scenery down the slope and was a little dazed for a moment. Their songs were full of laziness, but they made people feel peaceful and comfortable. Perhaps it was because the songs of a few people sang into the young man's heart, and he couldn't help but raise his feet and pay homage to the young man. Walking slowly down the slope.
There were three people down the slope, but they didn’t seem to notice.
I felt someone coming behind me. When I finished singing, the person in the middle of the song put the earthen altar in his hand to his lips, tilted the mouth of the altar slightly, the aroma of wine overflowed, he drank a gulp, and threw it away.
The player playing the flute, with a slight movement of his palms, took the altar, drank a mouthful of wine, and then tossed it. The person playing the harp held the instrument in his arms with both palms, tilted his head up, and drank so much that his whole body was filled with emotion. He fell on the grass and didn't notice it. He just kept shouting "Cheerful".
After drinking, the singing started again, but compared to the joyful and unrestrained atmosphere before, it was a little more enlightened...
"The country is so charming, and the hero bends his back... That's all, that's all, it's better to get drunk and have a dream... Hahaha..."
Three sets of broken gong voices achieve the ultimate sound in the world.
Da Qiao is not skilled in craftsmanship, and he roars casually. When he falls into the ears of the young man who has already approached a few people behind him, he feels that the song is like roaring after being drunk. It makes people scream happily, but after tasting it carefully, they feel aftertaste. endless.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw three women in the stream with their backs to him. One of them did not look back. He only stood up and was slightly angry, but there was love hidden in his reproachful words: "Okay, you three, drink and sing all day long. I don’t know how to help each other’s wives wash their clothes..."
After saying this, the other two women, who also rolled up their trousers and stood in the stream, also stood up and said with a smile: "What my sister said is true. I really don't know what you are thinking in your hearts..."
"Drinking with friends is the greatest joy in the world..." As he was speaking, a young man's voice came from behind, causing six people to look back at the same time.
"Little brother, are you awake?" One of the people who had been singing loudly with a wine jar turned around and saw the young man approaching, got up and said with a smile.
"It seems that three people came to the rescue. I'm so polite." The young man looked at the person who spoke. He was tall and tall. Although he was wearing coarse clothes and his chest was soaked with wine, it couldn't hide his extraordinary appearance. Although he couldn't be distracted, , but it can't cover his high nose and piercing eyes. xь.
"I don't dare to save you, it's just a coincidence..." The man glanced at the fine cloth bandaged on the young man's chest and saw that there was still blood on it, so he continued to speak.
"Your injuries are serious. Fortunately, you have a solid foundation and your martial arts level is not weak. However, you still need to rest for a while before you can recover."
"Brother, please remember... I dare to ask, brother, where is this place?" The young man also knew that he was injured, but he still had something to worry about, so he was polite and couldn't wait to ask.
Before the man among them could speak, the man holding the flute on the side was slightly surprised: "You still want to ask me? When my little brother was unconscious, he was still chanting Murong Valley... Right now, you are standing in the valley."
Hearing the word "Murong Valley", the young man stood stunned for a long time, unable to recover. The terracotta warriors in the valley, the undercurrent waterway, and the Bridge to Rebirth were all like the underworld of Yama. Compared with the fairyland in front of him, it was nothing. There is half an image of the "Hall of Hell" in my heart.
Seeing that the young man was in a daze, the man in coarse cloth coughed slightly, opened his mouth to break the embarrassment, and asked with a smile: "What do you call me, little brother?"
The young man just came back to his senses. He felt that he was being impolite and hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Ah, I'm sorry for that. Please forgive me. My surname is Mu. It's a single name. I don't know how to call the three brothers?"
The man didn't care. He waved his sleeves and put his hands behind his back and said with a smile, "Brother Mu, there is no need to be polite. This is Chen Qingze."
Then he turned his eyes to the two people beside him and continued to introduce: "These two are sworn brothers. The person holding the flute is my second brother... Meng Guxing, the piano player... is my third brother... Ye Linghan .”
Without stopping, Chen Qingze turned to the woman standing naked in the stream and said, "This is the wife of my two brothers."
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