But every time they look at this old willow, it always makes those desperate people feel an unyielding will in their hearts. This old willow seems to be a totem that symbolizes the source of spiritual power.
When Liu Yuran was in danger at the top of the Spirit Nightmare Mountain before, Zhong Xia had rescued him, but no one paid attention at that time. They only felt that the murderer who was flying into the sky like a piece of paper had probably encountered something strange.
Of course, there are also people who have never looked down on Zhongxia, such as Yu Zun and Yan Ranche, who is drunk and seems to be reckless. The reason why Yu Zun repeatedly rescues Yan Ranche and his sister Liu Yuran is also I had already seen clearly that Yan Ranche was as wise as a fool and as careful as a needle.
Xianxian glanced at Zhongxia secretly, followed in the footsteps of Yu Zun and Su Qiu, and caught up.
This empty city seemed like a paddock. The dilapidated walls enclosed everything full of life. The wind roared, and the colorful first snow scattered on the walls and ridges with the wind. Go up to the dilapidated masonry path, cover the well and pond, cover the gently floating wormwood, and cover the masked Diao Weng wearing a bamboo hat.
The slowly flowing river water comes from nowhere, and I don’t know where it goes. The sound of the turbulent water drowns out the faint sound of hawkers along the street. After walking for half a mile, there are more pedestrians on the streets. A little while ago, Yu Zun felt a little worried in his heart, but when he saw the people in the city, with rosy complexions and vigorous steps, they were completely different from the image he had imagined in his heart, which looked like ghosts and gods with pale faces.
Yu Zun stood quietly on a long bridge. Under the long bridge, a Yangtze River flowed. The river water was very bland, with no floating objects, and there were few algae plants under the water. There were many fish flowing down the clear water. group.
Those brightly colored red carp, green catfish or brown grouper were twisting quietly in the water. Their extremely static beauty was as exquisite and beautiful as a painting, but this also made Zhong Xia and Xian Xian who were traveling together confused. I feel a little crazy watching it.
The cold snow was fluttering in the air, and the fisherman was sitting on the fishing boat, looking at the water with lowered eyebrows. Just when Yu Zun was a little dazed, Su Qiu shouted: "Young man, get back quickly."
Soon after, Su Qiu was like a whirlwind. He rolled up his sleeves and swept towards the sky. He only heard the sound of a bell. Suddenly, there was a hook in Su Qiu's hand. The hook shone coldly. The sharp hanging thread directly cut a huge gap in Su Qiu's robe.
Yu Zun was stunned when he saw the fishing man sitting on the fishing boat holding a teapot and looking at him with a smile.
"You bastard, you are so shameless. How dare you sneak attack my brother and me?" Zhong Xia glared at Diao Weng angrily, but he was also holding an identical hook in his hand.
The fishing old man laughed loudly and turned around with the boat. "Brother, don't let this fishing old man go," Zhong Xia shouted.
Yu Zun glanced at Zhong Xia secretly, but without saying anything, he suddenly disappeared from the long bridge. Su Qiu glanced at Yu Zun lightly, and the admiration in her eyes became stronger and stronger. Just now, Yu Zun Even though it was Feng Kun's body technique, the Feng Kun practiced by Yu Zun could use some Cang Wu Qi, which was naturally far different from the ordinary Xuan Qi.
Moreover, when he used the Feng Kun Body Technique just now, Su Qiu didn't sense his aura. However, this method of masking his aura was somewhat similar to the Wandering Technique practiced by Chen Ying. This also forced Su Qiu to re-examine what he saw before him. This seemingly ordinary young man.
A sharp cold hook seemed to be thrown into the water lightly.
boom!
The river suddenly exploded with splashes, and the splashes fell on the river. The hazy water mist was covered with a layer of faint brilliance. The brilliance spread like ripples in the air, and the hazy water mist was immediately dyed. A piece of colorful tulle.
Along with it, a black iron scimitar with a shining blue light jumped out from the bottom of the river with a swishing sound, and collided with the fishing rod in the old man's hand with a clanging sound.
The tip of the scimitar seemed to be sucking a trace of bright red residual blood. The moment it came into contact with the hook, the red glow of the residual blood burst out, and a strong suction force was directed towards the sharp cold hook.
The cold hook seemed like a small boat floating on the river late at night when the storm was raging. The boat was shaking, but the storm was getting stronger and stronger, loud! A huge wave hit the boat violently.
The blood-drinking black iron scimitar savagely bit off the fishing line and the cold hook.
The fisherman carrying the teapot still had a faint smile on his face, and he roared: "Happy! Hurry! The sound of fishing in the wind and rain at night will make all the sorrow in the cup disappear!"
Then the figure of the coiron gradually faded, like a puddle of ink pouring in the air. It gradually became lighter and thinner, and finally turned into a dense mist, like ink soaked into the rice paper, leaving nothing but vastness in the air, but nowhere. And that boat, where is the grasshopper fishing in the Hanjiang River?
The river is whirling, the colorful clouds are faint, the city is under the sun, the tattered walls, the thin and old rattan baskets hanging on the walls, the tattered colorful flags floating everywhere in the market, above the blue river, The bowing lonely long bridge, the statues on the long bridge with the traces of time embedded in them are scattered on the long bridge, and the paper kites soaring up in the air.
Time has never neglected everything in the world, but there are always corners forgotten by time, such as the child squatting on the bluestone and carving pictures, such as the old man leaning in front of the tattered black lacquered wooden door with carved dragons and phoenixes, such as The merchant standing on the street shouting but showing no expression.
But time also has its magnanimity. It couldn't bear that this forgotten city would be lonely forever, so it attracted them, as if new blood had surged in the dry and rusty blood vessels. .
They are the bright red vitality, they are the living symbols, even if they will be indifferent, they will be stiff, they will be abandoned here by the years, without birth or death.
As Zhong Xia walked, he murmured in his heart, "These people are so strange, they seem like dummies in paintings. Although they are lifelike, they lack some life and are like dead paintings."
Yu Zun was beside Zhong Xia, but he also smelled what Zhong Xia said. What she said was indeed true. Although these people were also walking around selling food on the street, playing and crying, but there was something in their brown eyes. , but always lacks a bit of agility and vitality.
At this time, Su Qiu nuzzled towards a wooden pavilion. The wooden pavilion was extremely broad and it was a hundred feet high. It was indeed the tallest building in this dilapidated city, but even so, this pavilion was not enough. It is comparable to the Yunque Tower, the tallest pavilion in Hanxiang City.
Yu Zun looked along the wooden panes of the pavilion. It was indeed a woman playing the piano, sitting in front of the partition window of the three-story hall.
The closer I get to the pavilion, I feel a hint of melancholy in my heart. This melancholy is like a glass of old wine with a long aftertaste. The taste of the old wine slowly penetrates into my heart, but it is moisturized by the gushing out of my heart. The warm blood was then faintly infused into all parts of the body, making people feel a little dazed, but there was also a hint of pain in the bottom of their hearts.
The reason was indeed a piece of desolation floating out of the wooden pavilion. Xianxian closed his eyes lightly and flicked the air with his nimble fingers, seeming to be comprehending the ethereal music.
The intoxicating desolation, like a burst of rich fragrance, gently floated into the breath of several people, but the fragrance contained a strong poison. Xianxian's fair cheeks suddenly became very pale, and her rosy lips gradually became... A layer of purple color was applied.
Su Qiu shouted: "Hurry up and cover your ears!"
However, even if a few people blocked their ears, the weird music still echoed in everyone's minds. At this time, a little man suddenly jumped out of the vast sea of Yu Zun. The little man frowned slightly and slapped his hand. On a guqin, Yu Zun was startled in his heart, and he was able to pull his consciousness away from the illusory music.
Yu Zun suddenly realized something in his heart, and suddenly said: "Senior, do you know the rhythm?"
Su Qiu shook her head lightly and sighed: "Although I have some knowledge of music, I am not very sophisticated. If I want to use music to resist this harp, I am afraid it will be a bit difficult."
There was a trace of hesitation in Yu Zun's heart, and he thought: "It seems that the Phantom Flute and "Moonlight Pounding Exercises" have to be seen in the world."
At this time, Xianxian, who looked pale, gently pulled Yu Zun's sleeves and said with difficulty: "Master Yu, although my daughter is not good at academics, she still wants to contribute at this moment. I forgive her for her lack of talent and virtue. , could you please Mr. Yu and my daughter to perform a song called "Nancy Clothes and Feather Clothes" together?"
Yu Zun supported the trembling Xianxian and said humbly: "Miss Xianxian is too praised. Miss Xianxian has this intention in her heart. Yu Zun is extremely happy." After saying that, he sacrificed a guqin leaf from the vast sea. , it is indeed the guqin that Yue Xian once gave him - Qian Mo.
The little person who just appeared in the vast sea is the piano spirit of Qianmo - Yu Xiaoyu.
In the middle of the night when no one was around, Yu Zun would fall into samadhi and practice diligently. Whether it was "Wang Wei" or "Splitting the Sky" or even the "Blue Book" or "Pillow River Mountain" he obtained after "Golden Yulu", he would master it one by one. studied.
He believed what Yin Qianxiu said: "Martial arts in the world are one family", so he also followed Yin Qianxiu's instructions and did not focus his spiritual energy on one martial arts. Moreover, based on Yin Qianxiu's understanding of Zun, his strongest point was Is it the boundless spiritual source of power? If not, how could the vast sea be derived from it?
But by chance, he actually communicated with the spirit of the ancient harp Qianmo. The spirit is the living being born from the guqin, the body of the instrument is her container, and Yu Xiaoyu is the soul of the guqin born from Qianmo.
Yu Zun originally thought that Qianmo's piano spirit, although humanoid, was just a childish spirit body. However, he did not know that Yu Xiaoyu was not only born with spiritual intelligence, but was no different from the people in the world. Although Yu Xiaoyu was accompanied by the moon It has lasted ten thousand years, but its sanity is only equivalent to that of a ten-year-old child in the world.
Therefore, when Yu Zun communicated with Yu Xiaoyu, Yu Xiaoyu also tried his best to be naughty and playful, and Yu Zun also gained another sister inexplicably.
At this time, Yu Zun sacrificed the Guqin Qianmo, and Yu Xiaoyu also jumped out. Yu Xiaoyu made a face at Yu Zun mischievously, and said: "Brother, Xiaoyu is hungry."
If Yu Xiaoyu said she was hungry, it meant that she wanted to hear Yu Zun play the piano. The spirit of the piano naturally feeds on the music and grows with the level of the performer. Even if Yue Xian performed the piano music superbly back then, Yu Xiaoyu But he was still a minor, which made Yu Zun even more afraid to underestimate the mystery of Guqin Qianmo.
Yu Zun took a long breath and said softly: "Xiaoyu, be good!"
Zhong Xia burst out laughing and said, "Brother, when did you take in another sister?"
Yu Zun said helplessly: "Since she calls me brother, it's better than calling me daddy!"
Yu Zun's joke not only made Zhong Xia burst into laughter, but also made Su Qiu and Xian Xian who were standing aside laugh.
At this time, the desolation floating out from the pavilion was still endless, but the faces of several people became paler due to the desolate sound. Su Qiu said quietly: "If what I expected is true, this desolation It must have a soul-stirring effect. Please play the harp with her as soon as possible! If it takes too long, I'm afraid we will lose our lives just because of this harp."
What Su Qiu said was not false. Yu Zun, who had practiced "Wang Wei", was deeply aware of the bleak and hidden path. He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and nodded to Xian Xian, who was standing aside and looking at him.
Uh-huh!
Xianxian performed "Song of Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes", and the ancient book began to flip without wind. Clusters of jade characters also followed the flipping of the ancient book, and jumped in front of their eyes. Yu Zun flicked his fingers, and a A wisp of breeze also followed the strokes of Yu Zun's fingers, gently blowing past the two of them.
