Sword God Su Mu flew away with his sword.
Jun Bubai did not chase him, but stopped in the temple of the mountain temple and swept away the mess in the courtyard.
The materials used in the bricks, tiles, and civil engineering of the Mountain Temple are not as exquisite as those in the wealthy courtyards in the south of Suzhou City, but they are also aged old wood. Brick by brick, the poor people in the west of the city work in shifts in the broken kiln at the foot of the mountain under the scorching sunlight. , use a fine sieve to slowly sift out the fine loess, stir it in with mountain spring water picked from other mountain springs, and bake it.
The piety built up by the poor people in the west of the city for generations was mostly destroyed by his own wild sword, which made Jun Bubai feel uneasy.
After taking a few steps, a hair-thin sword intent emerged from his left sleeve, and he raised his hand to carve a few lines of rough messages on the thick pillars enshrining the statue of the mountain god.
After I finished leaving the handwritten note, I wiped off the thin sweat on my forehead and looked up at the moonlight hiding behind the clouds.
The statue of the master in the mountain temple has lost the moonlight, and half of his face is gloomy. The entire temple was destroyed, no one could be happy.
With your heart full of piety, you took a few steps back, bowed your hands to the mountain god, and said, "Your power is still there."
The moonlight peeked out from the clouds, and the mountain god became generous again.
After you paid your respects to the mountain god in vain, you turned around and walked out of the wall where Wu Shaoji had made a hole.
Those people in the courtyard were probably frightened by the Sword God's intimidation, and the place where they were supposed to be hiding was difficult to find. It would be best to leave the matter of finding them to Guinong Villa.
Those people put it aside for a moment and went to the east of the city first. Whether the piano master who claimed to be Qu Xie Feng of Guinong Villa would stop the two people who fled to the east of the city, he had to see it to believe it.
Jun Bubai calmed down, held a sleeve of cold wind, put his hands behind his back, and pursued towards the east of the city with his sword.
There is a tall building in the east of the city, which is bright day and night.
The copper bells hung under the angled eaves of each floor to keep birds away move in the wind, disappearing half of the dust and smoke in Suzhou city.
It's cold in the high-rise buildings, and there are layers of people separated from each other.
On the highest floor, there was a scholar who was studying by the dim light. With one hand he was chewing tasteless bean dregs cakes, and with the other hand he was picking up a pen and licking ink over and over again, writing down the mountains and rivers in his heart on Liuhe paper.
Jun Bubai passed by with his sword, and the sword wind blew the copper bell. The scholar looked up and saw the free and easy white clothes. His eyes were wide open, and the corners of his mouth were half-opened. He forgot to eat the cake. He woke up for a moment, and he was happy with his buttocks. The bean dregs cake was broken on the Chinese clothes. into a flower.
The beautiful clothes can be changed, but the artistic conception here and here may be forgotten for a while. The scholar wrote hard and fast, without changing a word, and wrote down a few lines of poetry about meeting the immortal under the moon.
Jun Bubai didn't see the scholar looking up to the sky and laughing wildly after writing the poem. His face was as dark as frost, and he was walking alone with a sword in his sleeve.
There is a peach grove in the far eastern suburbs of the city. The peaches are not easy to store when they are ripe. Farmers pick them all night long. Those with poor quality are sent to various preserved fruit workshops in the city, while those with good quality have long been ordered by wealthy households in the south of the city. A year's livelihood depends on the harvest of these few days, and he is not willing to leave a few trees of fresh and sweet fruits for his family to share.
In spring, peach blossoms make wine, and in summer, the fruits are exchanged for money. In autumn and winter, peach farmers will go to the city with their families to do odd jobs for others, waiting for the flowers to bloom in the coming spring.
Unattended, the peach grove is overgrown with grass, leaving only lush branches and leaves, filled with moonlight.
A piano sound came from the depths of the peach forest, the sound was like cracking silk, breaking several peach branches.
Jun Bubai pressed down his body, bent down and picked up a peach branch full of fresh green flowers at his feet. The peach branches were neatly broken.
I secretly praised that there are such clumsy people in Guinong Villa.
Peach branches can ward off evil spirits. Jun Bubai used his knife to carve out a peach branch stick as thick as a child's little finger. He held it in his hand and thought about returning to Shennong Medical Center later to give it to Lou Wanchun and others for good luck.
There was another sound of piano in the peach forest, which was desolate.
Jun Bubai raised his head and looked far away, and saw a figure sitting cross-legged on a peach branch deep in the peach forest, with his back to the moonlight and his hands playing the piano. Every time the piano sounded, it would startle the peach forest all over the mountain.
Not seeing the other two people, Jun Bubai jumped up to the peach grove, his white clothes fluttering across the branches, but was stopped by a sudden spring breeze.
The spring breeze was very warm and had no killing intent. Jun Bubai stopped for the time being and turned over to stand on a peach branch.
When the spring breeze dissipated, I heard Qu Xiefeng's secret voice. Qu Xiefeng's voice had the calmness of a middle-aged man, "I hope the poster can do this for you. Qu has a family feud with these two people to avenge, and he committed suicide afterwards." Thank you."
Jun Bubai gently raised his left sleeve, covered himself with sword armor, and replied in a solemn voice: "Those two have hurt everyone in my world. As the owner of the building, I must fight against them personally. I may not be able to do what you want."
There was another ear-splitting sound, and two figures made hollows of varying depths in the depths of the peach forest.
Qu Xiefeng, who was sitting cross-legged, stood up with his qin in his arms, flew in front of Jun Bubai in a few steps, bowed his hands, bent his waist deeply, and begged: "Qu has been searching for five years, and I just ran into the two of them today, no? Killing the two of them with my own hands will not be able to comfort the souls of my wife and daughter under the Nine Springs, but I still hope that the poster will do it."
Jun Bubai was ruthless and fell into the river of swords behind him. The river of swords passed by Qu Xiefeng and fell into the depths of the peach forest. "Your revenge needs to be avenged, but so does my business."
The embarrassed Snake Bones and Toad Ru in the depths of the peach forest had just climbed out of the pit and bumped into the falling Jianhe. The appearance of the Jianhe was invisible to the naked eye. They could only rely on their own five senses and use Qinggong to disperse separately and find a solid and reliable place. peach tree hiding.
The peach tree is low, and the sword river where Junbu Bai fell is really wide. The lush branches and leaves have been cut into a bare piece. The snake bones and toads hiding under the tree have their robes broken into tatters and dripping with blood.
Qu Xiefeng looked panicked. He wanted to kill those two people, but he was worried that they would die in Jun Bubai's hands. He plucked the strings with his finger bones, and a sound of the piano fell deep into the peach forest. The sound passed through and then turned back at the end. , clearly passed into his ears.
Sensing that the two people's auras were still there, Qu Xiefeng calmed down his mind, glanced helplessly at Jun Bubai, and quietly opened his mouth, revealing what he had hidden in his heart and never told others easily.
"Ten years ago, I was an unknown piano player in Jinling. I worked as a piano teacher in the mansion of the Jiangnan Jiedushi to make a living. I relied on my ancestors' family fortune to marry my wife. Although my wife was illiterate, she was also very illiterate. She was virtuous and diligent, and she kept my three tile-roofed houses neat and tidy every day. With her taking care of them, my life was smooth. The next year, my wife gave birth to a little girl for me, and the girl’s eyes were like grapes. Wangwangde, you’ll be smart just by looking at it.”
That girl should be very lovable. When Qu Xiefeng said this, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth and reveal a smile.
After he finished laughing, he cried unconsciously and continued to talk with tears in his eyes:
"That year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I took a leave of absence and took my mother and I to see the lanterns. The little girl was so happy the whole way, dancing in my arms, as if she had just caught a loach in the river. You could take her from your arms at any time. I jumped out. I watched the lantern party end in the middle of the night, and our family rushed back, but accidentally bumped into those evil people committing murder. I am just a gentleman who teaches piano. I have never seen the darkness of the world. I just bumped into those few people. Behavior, just..."
Qu Xiefeng didn't say any more and dug his fingers into the piano body, leaving a few finger marks.
Qu Xiefeng has not yet finished telling the story. He has already guessed the ending. Jun Bubai's iron-clad heart is melted by Qu Xiefeng's hot tears. There is light in the rivers and lakes, but also unbearable. He is slightly shaken, and a few branches of the sword river condensed behind him are scattered. , "I'll give you a stick of incense. If after one stick of incense, those two are still angry, I will take action."
Qu Xiefeng bent down and bowed respectfully, then changed his face full of murderous intent and swept away into the depths of the peach forest.
Jun Bubai sighed at the desolation of the situation, raised his sword in the air, closed his eyes, and his consciousness covered the entire peach forest. The wind and grass in the peach forest were all sketched into a picture in his mind.
In the peach forest below me, there are undercurrents in the rivers and lakes, and there are stories to comfort the souls of the dead.
Qu Xiefeng returned to the canopy of the peach tree again, sat cross-legged, and gently put down his guqin as if he were treating a loved one.
The wife who doesn't understand music has never heard him play the piano, and her infant daughter has no chance to learn the piano from him, so today I will play a piece for them both.
Ten years of journey through the world, from a luthier who only knows how to play the piano, to the peak of the ethereal realm, has been a bit bumpy.
Thinking of the smiling faces of his wife and daughter, he smiled heartily into the depths of the peach forest, calmed the murderous intention in his heart, and safely dropped a finger.
With one finger falling, he stepped from the ethereal realm to the transformed object realm.
In the peach grove, there are towering mountains and flowing water. There is no place for dirt to hide among the mountains and flowing water.
After the torrent of piano sound, there is a gentle, high-pitched, ups and downs, gentle...
The curled peach leaves under his body slowly unfolded, brushing away the floating dust on his back in the shade.
Jun Bubai has been playing around on the pot table all year round. He is not good at music. When he heard the song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters", his ears felt soothed. He opened his eyes and looked down at the peach forest below him.
The wind in the peach forest is smiling, as bright as spring.
Amidst the rapid sound of the piano, the snake bones and toads hiding in the dark were overturned by the sound of the piano, and they vomited blood.
There is no murderous intent, but it is full of murderous intent.
After playing the song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" by Xie Feng, I felt indifferent and happy in my heart. I smoothed the strings. The mountains disappeared, the flowing water dried up, and three unknown bodies of strangers appeared in the low peach forest.
Qu Xiefeng put away his guqin, wrapped it in silk, carried it on his back, and thanked you loudly, "Qu would like to thank the host here."
There was still the sound of the piano echoing in his ears. Jun Bubai glanced at the peach forest and withdrew his peripheral vision. The two people died on the spot. It was their own fault. He said softly: "Since the incense stick has not arrived, there is no need to say thank you."
Qu Xiefeng had avenged his revenge. He was in a happy mood at this time. He was half-short and said in a soft voice, "Qu would like to thank the poster here. If there is any need for Qu to help me in the future, the poster can just give me the instructions."
Showing favors lasts forever, Jun Bubai tilted his head and said, "There is something I want to trouble you with right now."
Qu Xiefeng didn't refuse, cupped his fists and asked, "I wonder if the host has any appropriate instructions."
Jun Bubai pretended to think for a moment, and then said: "I lost track of the remaining two of the Five Poisons of Southern Xinjiang. I want you to find Granny Luo and ask her to help find the traces of those two people."
Qu Xiefeng clasped his fists and bowed again, "I'm about to go back and inform Mrs. Luo about what's going on here. If the poster says anything, Qu will bring it to me."
Jun Bubai waved his sleeves without formality and left, "Then thank you."
Qu Xiefeng bowed to the moon, turned around, and glanced at the lifeless peach forest. The lady who still had the appearance of ten years ago was wearing plain clothes and smiling at him under the moonlight. The little girl in her arms was restlessly holding a cotton ball. She opened her hands to him, waiting for him to hug her.
"After waiting for a while, I will go to accompany you."
The light turned into countless fireflies and flew away. The wind swept away the sadness in my heart. With a pale smile, I scattered the gray doves hidden in my sleeves into the air and flew away from the sky.
