Han Yan's model woke up in vagueness, panicked and found that he was facing the ground, and he was on the ground. Looking at Zheng Sen on the side, it was even worse, with his face buried in the ground like a dog chewing mud.
Han Si suddenly reacted and looked back, only to see Xiong Huai spying on the path in the forest on the other side.
Xiong Huai turned back, just like rain Han Yan's opposite eyes, Han Yan deeply felt unnatural, and he scolded "Did you find a monster?"
Xiong Huai paused, confirmed that it was deleted to the memory, and then returned casually, "Not yet."
Han Si took advantage of the situation and wanted to scold Xiong Huai. At this time, Zheng Sen suddenly pulled his head out of the soil. There was still dirt in his nose. When he sneezed, the recoil made Zheng Sen comically pop.
The mud's face was all stunned, as if eating drunk was not slow, and it was funny to look at it.
However, Han Si didn't know why. Just seeing Zheng Sen's face made him want to kill Zheng Sen.
So he went straight forward and turned towards Zheng Sen's ass.
A scream ended abruptly when Zheng Sen's face returned to the mud of Mother Earth.
Zheng Sen pulled out his face again and picked himself up again. This time, even his ears were leaking.
After being stimulated by the huge pain, Zheng Sen woke up.
"Who? Who sneaked at me? -This!" The anger Zheng Sen's painful intuition was numb while buttocks.
Turning around, he saw an angry Han Si.
Zheng Sen couldn't be in pain, and he smiled charmingly "Gong, Son, Hehe, are you ...?"
"What am I? I asked you to find a monster, what are you doing? Ah?" Han Yan roared Zheng Sen in a hurry
Zheng Sen's slightly bloated figure, under the roar of Han Yan, just like a corn rod in a storm, swaying, seemed to fall immediately.
"Give me the way forward!" Han Yan scolded.
Zheng Sen was embarrassed, why isn't it Xiong Huai?
But dare not violate. You can only walk in front.
Xiong Huai, who was following him, thought to himself that this might be because of what Zheng Sen said before deleting his memory, which made Han Si still hate this guy subconsciously.
After thinking about it, Xiong Huaile was happy - now Zheng Sen was looking good.
Sure enough, in the next road, Zheng Sen was constantly being scolded.
…
Zhang Zhilin doesn't know what happened in Shifang Yanyue, or he doesn't care at all. He is now unknown, and he has devoted himself to Li Boshu's figure.
The shadow of the figure in the candlelight was afraid of sitting in cultivation, and Zhang Zhilin's heart was shaking in the light, making him feel anxious -his heart had been tormented and dry because of his thoughts, and his spirit was because of that. Unknown and endless thoughts are painful, but this pain, but it seems to be sweet burning, imprinted his thoughts on the soul ...
The pain like a needle fell on his thoughts, making him almost want to roll on the ground.
Zhang Zhilin couldn't stand it. Get up directly. Go outside the door.
Pushing the door into a breeze, then I was surprised that at this time, it was already cut off the sun, the moon was broken, and the whole world was in the night of the night, like a lake water, which became deep in the quietness.
Zhang Zhilin went directly to Li Bushu's room.
Before approaching, I saw Li Boshu out of alone. When he came out of the room, he came to the mountains. He didn't even bring the shadow. He only walked into a porcelain white dress and walked towards the mountains in the distance.
Zhang Zhilin did not hesitate and followed Li Bushu.
Li Bushu was not close to him, not far away, exactly thirty steps away, and they seemed to have a lot of tacit understanding.
Soon, Li Bushu came to a forest where clear springs danced with light, the forest was white and the moon appeared, and the surroundings were vast and boundless. Stop, come to the stream and take out the piano.
Li Bushu naturally set up the piano, adjusted the sound, and said with a smile, "Why don't you come out yet?"
Zhang Zhilin closes the moonlight, and he dazzled the Iraqi people, strode the meteor, and came to Li Budi.
Li Boshu's arrogant eyes did not give up on Zhang Zhilin, but unfortunately Zhang Zhilin's generous gaze.
Zhang Zhilin looked at Li Bushu intently. Li Bushu's white clothes looked like plum blossoms, and he was hard to get close to.
.
Li Boshu still said nothing.
Zhang Zhilin was approaching directly and said, "It's my Tang Tu. But you have wine?"
Li Boshu glanced at Zhang Zhilin, and the eyes were full of feelings.
Zhang Zhilin is really rude, but this kind of rude is appreciated by Li Boshu.
"Little guy, you are very domineering." Li Boshu laughed, then he waved his hand and took out the three altar wine. "Immediately, the name of this wine. When you drink it, you look at the sky immediately after being drunk. I didn’t know you…”
Zhang Zhilin directly held up a jar, slapped the jar's seal open, picked it up, and gulped it down.
Extremely enjoyable!
Zhang Zhilin felt extremely comfortable! It was a comfort I had never experienced before!
Li Bushu watched Zhang Zhilin pour a jar of wine with his own eyes, and stopped tuning his strings in shock.
Holy shit, this wine is not a normal wine. This wine is specially used for monks. It is often used to execute people to extract confessions. They drink it without asking. Drinking too much can even burn and damage the soul.
After Zhang Zhilin drank a jar, he looked at Li Bushu and said blankly, "I want to see what you look like under the veil." He was full of drunkenness, but he felt bold and heroic.
Li Bushu was completely stunned.
I have seen bold and never seen so bold.
How many bear hearts, how many leopards have been eaten in the morning? Enlightenment, so we will be so desperate in the face of a dingling realm?
Li Boshu laughed, "Who do you know who I am?"
Zhang Zhilin sat down and looked at Li Boshu, "You know, who am I?"
Li Boshu frowned slightly "Oh? Who are you?" A frowning, full of provocative taste.
Zhang Zhilin hugged the wine jar, drunkenly, and felt his hand floating in front of his eyes, actually pointing at the bright moon.
"Thirty years, you can sigh. For fifty years, you can know the death. You can know that you can bully in a hundred years! I am a heroic style after thirty years! I am the desire and heaven after fifty years! The Supreme Rivers and Mountains! "
Li Bushu was not angry anymore when he saw Zhang Zhilin acting recklessly.
The passion she thought had been worn away long ago was once again ignited by her drunken nonsense like a flint, and that little spark ignited her.
After being used as a bargaining chip by the Li family to marry the Han family, Nianqing Qingmei's shyness and the pride of holding a sword to ask for directions were locked together under the eternal bright moon. Back in the Chinese years...
But today, under this moon, she seems to have found her old yearning again, in this proud and unreal boy.
She remembered that she had played the piano under the moon for so long.
It is because of the helplessness of reality that I can only play my own peach blossom garden on my fingertips to numb myself...
But Zhang Zhilin's enthusiasm at this moment suddenly reminded Li Bushu of the panic he felt while playing the piano in the light of the clearing rain in the Hangu Pass.
That moment of panic was no less intense than the passion Zhang Zhilin brought her now.
At that time, Li Boshu felt wrong, but he couldn't find the reason.
Now when I look at the arrogant guy whose name I don't know, I feel something in my heart.
Li Boshu was unbelievable.
Will it be this guy?
Although it was incredible in my heart, a long and delicate sound of the fingertips still played.
Zhang Zhilin, who had felt a headache, suddenly only felt that the stars turned around, moved the shape between the shape, and woke up again. , bursts of smoke poured out, bursts of light and shadow flashed, and finally countless white clouds embraced themselves and caressed themselves gently.
Zhang Zhilin fainted in this sound ...
The long and long sound of the piano is extremely lively, just like the beautiful princess standing on the pavilion and singing at the top of her lungs.
The singing sound is beautiful and gentle, making the clouds that are lingering with the wind, and in a piece of stains, it is vaguely visible to the world where Zeng Qianbao shakes the city and Liuyun steaming.
Continuing, the sound of the strings increased from slow to fast, just like stones falling from a clear spring or pearls catching on a jade plate. Zhang Zhilin could only feel the breeze blowing on his face, and suddenly felt sleepy. I fell asleep like this in the sound of Li Boshu's piano ...
Li Boshu has never remembered what he wants to do at this moment. At this time, Li Boshu was only surprised by his natural performance -obviously a long -lost Tang residue, but today there is no reason for no reason. The fingertips are naturally revealed, and the water is complete.
And all this is just a feeling.
This feels like to teach Li Boshu to stop the piano.
But the pause of the piano is like flying down the river. The nine thousand feet has slipped six thousand feet, and no sound can be heard anymore. This is reasonable.
It is better to say that it is in line with the words "Pipa": here is silent.
And Zhang Zhilin's dream also came to a boundless ocean, in the ocean without a center, no border, pillow on a leaf arc boat, no sound, Enron enjoyed this pure white quiet, so this is so, it is so. Perfect.
A moment seems like eternity.
After continuing, the sound of the piano reappeared, and the six thousand feet finally drooped to 9,000 feet, even more like the clouds falling into the big river mirror, wrinkled with dreams.
Between Zhang Zhilin's ignorance, she seemed to see the Xinghe River, which seemed to enter a thousand miles of green wilderness, full of warm touch.
And the sound of the piano slowly returned to calmness from indifference.
The calmness of this paragraph is the remaining white of a painting, and it is the charm of a poem. It is really incomparable.
Although it is calm, it has the miraculous effect of awakening a person.
Just like in a garden, the fragrance of flowers hugs one to sleep, and the same fragrance of flowers wakes one up.
Zhang Zhilin woke up happily and took a deep breath, "I haven't slept so happily in a long time!"
At this time, Li Boshu looked at Zhang Zhilin, just curious, as for the others, it was not so important.
Zhang Zhilin looked at Li Boshu's piano, handed it to Li Boshu a altar, and laughed "Zhang Zhilin!"
Li Bushu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Rogue cultivator, Li Bushu!"
Zhang Zhilin pointed to the piano and said with a smile, "I don't know, can I play it?"
Li Bushu asked in surprise, "Do you know this musical score? This is the Tang Dynasty's residual music score "Hua Jinse"."
Zhang Zhilin shook his head, "Never heard of it."
Li Boshu laughed, "That's it." Drink a sip immediately.
Zhang Zhilin walked towards Qin, looking like he didn't believe in evil.
When Li Bushu saw this, he stepped aside and let Zhang Zhilin hit the south wall so that he could turn around.
Li Bushu took a sip of wine and said, "It is rumored that the Poet Emperor Li Shangyin was guided by someone before his death and was forced to continue his life. He was born in Yuxi and sailed in the South China Sea, and has not been heard from since. Some people say that he has achieved great success and will live in seclusion in the South China Sea forever. Some people say that this is just a ridiculous rumor. Some people also say that Li Shangyin committed suicide because of his love for the Tang Dynasty. In any case, this fragment of music was composed for Li Shangyin."
Before Li Bushu could sigh, Zhang Zhilin played the piano.
The sound of the piano is like the tide, traveling far away to the bright moon.
Just this first sound made Li Bushu stunned.
right.
Zhang Zhilin played it right.
Zhang Zhilin was also surprised. He didn't know why he was so skilled, but he was really handy.
It's the same song.
But it produced another artistic conception.
A kind of generous, proud and unyielding character.
Like a rolling river, a strong wind and clouds, a strong man of about eight feet was holding an iron plate and smashing it. During the smashing, there were shouts, singing and shouting, just like the thunder and lightning in the strong wind, echoing each other, shaking everything!
This wild momentum struck Li Bushu's heart.
So Li Bushu raised his head and drank, taking large sips, and burst into tears!
This wine is just right for the moonlit night.
The sound of the piano, like endless lyrics, made Li Bushu think back to the past!
The figure who once boasted of never giving in has been missing for a long time...
The soul trapped in reality, willing to stay in the cage for a long time, at this moment, once again, the fish in the pond Xianyuan, the caged bird begged the forest...
Just in the sound of Zhang Zhilin's piano, Li Bushu seemed to have returned to the past...
So, under the moonlight, drinking wine, I became drunk...
