Yu Zun sat cross-legged on the ground, with a guqin placed in front of him. Sitting on the guqin was an innocent and lively little girl. The little girl sometimes made faces at Yu Zun with a playful smile, and sometimes laughed lazily. She was yawning, and only Yu Zun knew about it. As a piano spirit, it was obvious that she couldn't cheer up for everyone's music.
Yu Zun observed quietly, and his eyes followed the direction of the evil law. He was startled in his heart, and murmured: "So it's you, old man!"
At this moment, he plucked the strings, and a fierce aura suddenly emerged. The seemingly chaotic music turned into a sharp blade and struck into the darkness of the bamboo forest. There was a muffled sound, bang! With a loud sound, one person fell to the ground. Everyone was shocked. When they walked over, they found that the people on the ground were the corpses of people who had just died due to evil laws.
Dugu Yinche put down the bamboo flute in his hand and said in a deep voice: "It seems that she must be the old woman I met on the road."
And just when everyone was stunned, a penetrating chill suddenly emerged from the hearts of everyone. Su Su, Yan Ranche and Dugu Yinche all looked in one direction. The man had an iron pipa hanging in his hand, and behind him was a bamboo The leaves turned into a green-leaf dragon. The huge dragon body was like a long river, winding on the horizon, and the bamboo leaves that made up the dragon's body rotated rapidly due to a hurricane inside the dragon's body.
"I didn't expect her understanding to be so high," Long Dan, a disciple of the Moon Worship Sect, murmured. The plump woman next to her was named Long Yan, and the two were sisters.
The person Long Dan was referring to was Xianxian, a disciple of the Zhulong Sect who had killed Feng Wan's two nephews before. The Xianxian was cold and charming, and exuded an aura as sharp as a sword. Everyday in the sect, Few people dare to get close to him.
The field of Xianxian Martial Arts, as its name suggests, is the way of cultivating music. Therefore, at this moment, she was able to summon the art of building dragons, which was what Long Yan expected.
The green-leaf dragon seems to have a discerning eye. It is carrying the power of clouds and rain, flying and roaring in the sky, and her target is also the person who plays the evil rhythm.
However, at this time, a long laugh came from Yu Zun's ears. The long smile was like a waterfall falling into a deep stream. It was slow at first, then became rapid, and Yu Zun's heart tightened. , looked around, but the people around him seemed to have not heard it, and they were still praising the music of the fairy string.
"What are you waiting for?" The long laughter ended, but it was an extremely deep and deep voice. Yu Zun was startled in his heart and thought to himself: "Are you calling me?"
At this time, the rich voice sounded in his ears again, "What are you hesitating about? Why don't you quickly play Yuexia Tonglian for me?"
Although that rich voice was extremely majestic, Yu Zun could also discern the loving meaning in it. But why did he show such emotion to me? He was very puzzled.
"My child, if you hesitate even a moment longer, I'm going to leave."
At this time, Yu Zuncai seemed to wake up from a dream and murmured: "Senior asked me to play, so I will play." But what he was wondering in his heart was why the master in the dark knew about Yuexiamin Lianqu. ?
And as the first note burst out from the fingertips, everything changed, becoming erratic and ethereal, and the fallen leaves in the sky turned into a huge leaf boat. Yu Zun Standing on the leaf boat, with the long wind swinging in the air, he felt the feeling of loneliness and loneliness for the first time.
At the same time, the people around him were all stepping on boats, floating in the air, and the bamboo forest under their feet seemed to have turned into giant pillars reaching the sky, which made them feel a little shocked. .
"What's going on? We seem to have become smaller." This person's words woke up all the people in their dreams. Everyone opened their mouths and watched in disbelief as the fallen leaves under their feet drifted further and further away in the long wind.
The bamboo leaves drifted leisurely into the distance with the long wind. It seemed that there was no way back, and it was just swaying slowly with the wind. At this time, someone exclaimed: "Look, we are here." Where have you been?"
But just for a moment, a long river reaching the sky appeared in everyone's field of vision, and there was a small boat floating on the long river. On the small boat stood an old man wearing a bamboo hat. The old man sat quietly in the boat, holding a hand in his hand. Holding a fishing rod, he was fishing there safely.
The swaying river breeze blew the boat gently, and the bamboo hat on the old man's head occasionally trembled slightly due to the naughty wind, and then fell safely on the old man's head.
Waves of clear ripples swayed gently on the wide river, and from time to time, a deep sound of bells was heard from the Hanshan Ancient Temple in the distance.
A few white cranes fluttered some lakes and mountains, straight into the sky, a few red clouds dotted the yellow sky, the huge red sun, only half of its color was exposed, gradually sinking to the west, after a while, the sky gradually dimmed, and the light gradually dried up.
Just when a few people were intoxicated by the wonderful scenery of lakes and mountains, they saw the old man wearing a coir raincoat in the river, suddenly lifting the fishing rod in his hand, and the bright moon hanging on the side was thrown into the long sky by him. In the river, the moonlight is reflected in the long ripples, making people begin to wonder whether they are in the reflection of the long river's ripples or above the river.
The moonlight swayed leisurely in the water, and the old man flicked the huge moon disk, as easily and comfortably as fishing for a river fish.
A few bamboo leaves are fluttering, the lights in the river are swaying, scattered lights are dotted on the edge of the river, the cruise ships are singing every night, the singing girls have forgotten their country and their families and have lived in despair for half their lives. In the candlelight, the young man with a feather fan and a scarf with a red candle The tent is dark, the white-haired general is fighting sparsely in the wind and rain, and he is skinny and old.
Unknowingly, there were several people on the bamboo leaves, with a touch of sadness on their faces. At this time, the sound of a piano sounded long and loud in the sky. Yu Zun was playing the ancient zither with his hand, sitting quietly on a bamboo leaf. Above, high in the sky, the green bamboo leaves are inlaid with a faint layer of white moonlight, and he is dressed in white, as simple as a young boy from his childhood.
The bamboo leaves are drifting further and further away, but the coir raincoat in the river is already far away. However, when you look back, there will still be a slightly sad roar from time to time, accompanied by the heavy bells, slowly Sinking into the vast night.
"What a picture of mountains and rivers," Dugu Yinche said with a hint of sadness on his face as he gently shook his paper fan.
At this time, Su Su put the jade flute in her hand to her lips and played it gently. The long flute music was like a floating leaf, gradually dissipating in the quiet night sky as the scenery under her feet changed.
Yu Zun closed his eyes slightly, but his hands playing the piano did not stop for a moment. The sound of the piano gradually became louder and more exciting, and at this time waves of waves came from far away.
The huge waves slammed against the reef, but the reef did not tremble at all. Another wave of waves continued to hit the reef. The reef was as stable as Mount Tai, still with sharp edges and corners, but as the huge waves rolled, a few pebbles had already Sleek and sophisticated, it seems that after thousands of years, the rocks are still standing there unruly, while the sleek and sophisticated pebbles have drifted to no one knows where.
At this time, a ronin holding a long sword appeared in the tide. He raised the long sword in his hand and slashed towards the huge wave. The sword blade hit the huge wave and only caused a few splashes of water. , the sporadic water splashes were nothing compared to the huge waves. The water droplets flowed from the hilt of the sword to the Ronin's arm. On the dark arm, the taut green veins were wrapped around it like a horned dragon.
The swordsman is still chopping the waves relentlessly, and the time is gradually getting darker. The red sun on the horizon rises in the east and sets in the west, sets in the west and rises in the east. The waves seem to be tired, and time has long been wrinkled. The swordsman's temples are gradually getting a little white hair. However, he was still chopping relentlessly.
Until one day, he lightly slashed the long sword in his hand towards the sand at his feet, boom! With a loud noise, the sand was like a powerful torrent of steel, wrapping up towards the waves on the opposite side. The dust and sand splitting the sky and covering the earth, like a fearless man going to death, swallowed up everything in the way. The waves slowly soaked into the sand, and then followed the sand to wrap up the waves in the distance.
In this way, for a long time, the Ronin stood quietly on the coast, his face as sharp as a knife gradually gained a touch of tenderness rarely seen in the years. At this time, the angry sea gradually calmed down, and the swordsman also took the sword in his hand. The long sword was given to the sea.
A few bamboo leaves swayed leisurely above the angry sea. A line of tears gradually appeared on Su Su's face. Even the cynical Yan Ranche showed a trace of emotion on his face at this moment.
Yu Zun was still flicking the strings of the piano, but the originally lively rhythm gradually became solemn and deep at this moment. The bamboo leaves were wandering and swaying in the wind, and a bustling market appeared. In the market, vendors were shouting and selling in the street. own wares, and passers-by stopped to watch the street performers juggling.
In the brothels along the street, the singing girls played the pipa gently, either with unbridled joy or high-pitched passion. However, one of the girls, who was wearing a green brocade, had a face full of sadness and compassion. On her fair jade face, The smart eyes that adorned her face were full of darkness and pain at the moment. The noble man with a fleshy face in front of her smiled lewdly and put his hand on the girl's sensitive area.
There are already a few lines of clear tears on the girl's face. Time seems to be going back in time. The wrinkled picture is like a piece of water-soaked dry ink, which gradually spreads and forms a picture scroll.
Amidst the sound of slashing and killing, the weeping rose looked strange and dazzling. The blood splashed on the ground, and there was another blood rose on the ground. Until later, the blood roses all over the mountains and plains were like a curse, sealing the war. It became a shame.
The general with white hair at the temples, holding an iron sword, looked at the enemy troops approaching him with grief and anger. Among the mountains of corpses, he was the only one left in his own party. He raised the iron sword in his hand, wanting to make one last charge. However, a sharp arrow pierced his throat, and he finally knelt down in the middle of the battlefield and closed his unyielding eyes.
The ink was sparse, and the wrinkled picture gradually collapsed, and then the dry ink condensed again, but it was a treacherous minister admonishing in a court hall, vividly distorting the war situation at that time, and the fatuous emperor sitting on the dragon throne gradually gained a trace of color on his face. Furious.
The soldiers who ransacked the house, regardless of the people's pleas, executed all the generals who died on the battlefield. The traitor who admonished the officials, with a trace of lust in his eyes, said something to the soldiers, and the soldiers let the girl in shackles go. The traitor led the girl into the brothel. The girl's eyes were filled with sadness, but she had no choice but to succumb to the traitor's knees. Years passed slowly like this.
The girl's temples already had a trace of white hair, and the impregnable city had been broken open by the enemy. The girl's temples were covered with white hair. She played a song "Parking at Qinhuai" by the river, then fell into the river, and then Not seen either.
The wrinkled picture showed a hint of sadness, covering Yu Zun's eyes. At this time, Dugu Yinche could no longer suppress the depression in his heart and shouted: "Where is the way of heaven?"
Yan Ranche's red eyes held a hint of memories of the past, and this sympathy for the helplessness behind him was the deepest imprint in his heart at this moment.
The sound of Yu Zun's piano gradually stopped, and the bamboo leaves floating in the sky gradually fell downwards. Yu Zun's eyes gradually became clearer, but it seemed that he had experienced decades of time changes in an instant.
At this time, a rather handsome middle-aged man, like a piece of soft light, gently swayed out of the silent air. The illusory brilliance caused waves of fine lines, and the man's face gradually became clearer. The ground became clear.
The tall and straight middle-aged man stared at Yu Zun silently with deep meaning in his eyes, and said leisurely: "I didn't expect that you would perform three-point miracles in your hands while practicing music under the moonlight. This Taoist wall has never appeared in thousands of years." Talents like you and the few people around you are also extraordinary. I have been in the world for more than ten thousand years, and I have lived up to everyone's expectations. The rest of the world will be left to you."
Everyone's hearts froze, and they all looked at the handsome young man in white clothes in disbelief. The young man's eyes were full of spring water, his face was as bright as gold, and he was holding a long piano, but he looked like the person in the painting.
