After a while, Fu Yunge tilted his head and looked at Lang Chenyan: "Senior, thank you very much this time."
Listening to Fu Yunge talking to him, Lang Chenyan twisted his neck: "It's okay, there's nothing to thank you for."
Fu Yunge heard that he was also a boring gourd, but he felt that he was somewhat similar to Zui Chenxiang. After scoffing twice, he shook his head as if enjoying himself.
Lang Chenyan didn't know what he was laughing at, although he didn't really want to ask.
Feeling bored, Fu Yunge tried to talk to Lang Chenyan again: "Senior, that last move of yours is really impressive. Can you teach me someday?"
After taking a breath of the long-lost mountain air, Lang Chenyan just shook his head lightly.
"It is flashy and useless to learn." He turned his head to the other side, which was the darkness in the shadow of the mountain. "Continuously dissipating the true energy can create such a momentum. However, the true energy is used to maintain the lavish appearance, how can it be used to maintain the lavish appearance? It might have some power."
Although it is said that learning is useless, it still explains the principle. Fu Yunge looked at him and felt that he was not that difficult to approach.
Although Lang Chenyan said so, in fact, in order to build momentum, his pomp and circumstance that reached into the sky almost consumed most of his true energy. It would take three or four days to recover from such losses.
Fu Yunge could hear that he was full of energy when he spoke, and knew that it was not as easy as what he said. Thinking that he had gone to such trouble to cooperate with him, he felt grateful in his heart.
"Tell me in advance when we will perform next time." Lang Chenyan felt that he had rested enough and got up first.
Fu Yunge knew that he was considering the time limit for replenishing his energy. After thinking for a while, he slowly stood up: "There are still two days left for the next stretch of road to reach the town on the map. Our explosives have all been used up this time."
Because Lang Chenyan's true energy is used to support the noodles, the power of blowing up the woods must be made up by explosives. Lang Chenyan could hear what Fu Yunge meant, and he took care of his own face, so he spoke softly.
Fu Yunge pulled out the map and showed it to him. Lang Chenyan didn't care and just glanced at it casually.
However, when he saw the name of the next place, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
What is written on it is...Yuannan Shuiguo.
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And at the far end, beyond the overlapping mountains, a river passes through Yumi Water Town, which is isolated from the world and far away from the fireworks of the troubled world.
The water is gentle, and the ripples of the laundry float farther and farther. On both sides are ink-colored houses, with green tiles arranged like fish scales, extending to the end of the field of vision.
The village is not too small, and the largest building is a completed new school. The landscape wall with red glazed tiles reflects the dark sky, and the sound of reading can be heard from time to time.
Just like a peach garden in calligraphy and painting, the countryside is quiet and peaceful, like a waveless blue pool with no wind at all.
At the end of the river flowing out of the village, a man stands alone with an umbrella. Wearing brocade sleeves and a square crown on her head, she looks graceful and graceful.
Looking at the dripping river water, the breeze carries the soft moisture. The man stood there with his eyes closed, and the ends of his hair were like fine wickers.
The sound of wind, water, and reading, the harmony of heaven and earth, are the sounds shared by heaven and man.
As if he was very touched, he looked quite contented, and with a flick of his sleeves, a beautiful stringed zither, with dragons and phoenixes carved in seals, immediately appeared in front of him.
Supported by natural energy, the stringed zither is suspended in mid-air, as if it is supported by a shelf, which is truly magical.
He lowered his head and thought, his eyes seemed to be full of water waves.
Gently putting away the umbrella on his shoulders, he stared at the water and the strings. If he realized something, he attached his ten fingers to the piano and played the fairy music.
Suddenly, the sound of the piano, as clear as the singing of phoenixes and dancing cranes, swept across the water and brushed the grass branches, like the soft waves of a ten-mile spring tide.
It's such a picturesque song that it's rare to hear it only a few times in the world.
He still closed his eyes and played with his hands freely, each hook and pick, all full of emotions. Just like the green lotus in bud, the fragrant wind dances up and down on the water, which is fascinating and wonderful.
Suddenly, the water waves spread out, and the tune suddenly changed.
I saw his fingers flying between the fine strings, as fast as lightning rolling, and suddenly changing into light waves. The water seemed to be stirred up by pebbles, splashing in all directions, the trembling wind muffled the green grass, and the urgent sound of the piano was like clouds and thunder fighting.
The sound of the strings is getting higher and higher, and it is getting more and more dangerous, as if climbing a dangerous mountain, and the body of the piano makes an uneasy sound. The ripples on the water surface overlap, as if a force is brewing that is about to break through the water and rise into the sky!
However, just at the moment when the rapid tone was about to break, the string sound suddenly stopped.
In an instant, everything was silent, and even the sound of the wind stopped in the ears. The water waves that were just ready to strike immediately returned to calmness.
The silence lasted for several seconds. Finally, with a touch of echo, the gentle spring water returns, eliminating all the uneasy hostility.
When the melody ended, he closed his eyes slightly, with a calm and extraordinary expression, as if he was still wandering in the charm just now.
After taking a few deep breaths, he slowly opened his eyes.
The water ripples with remaining ripples, filling the blue-grey landscape in the distance. I don't know when a few water birds flew in, fluttering their wings on some floating branches floating on the water not far away.
"The most joy is like Shao, the most affection is like the heart." He slowly stared into the distance, "Happiness is not only about enjoying oneself, but also about pleasing others; it is not only about rectifying oneself, but also about rectifying others."
And where he was looking, on the same thin floating branch, a stranger appeared out of nowhere.
"When did you discover me?" Xiao Wanhuo clasped his hands behind his back and asked with narrowed eyes.
"The sound of the music is like seeing in all directions. The echo on the strings can bring back memories of the surroundings." The man flicked his sleeves, and the strings and zither suddenly disappeared, like a delicate trick.
