The wind and rain that has been brewing in Longmen Pass cannot blow against the stone temple in Tianyao Mountain for the time being.
The sky here is still full of wind and snow, and it is the world of Xiao Longer and Xiao Qing.
Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting quietly, seemed to remember something and stared at Nangong Ruyu for a long time, speechless.
Nangong Ruyu, who was in meditation, slowly opened her eyes, looked at him and said with a wry smile: "This time, Yu'er has finally caused trouble for the master, thinking that the master has been taking care of me since Tianshan... "
Li Xiuyuan didn't speak, he just raised his head and looked at her quietly, thinking about that day at Wangyue Stream.
With a sigh, he stretched out his hand to touch the strings.
There was a tinkling sound, and a faint sound of the piano gradually began to sound.
As if, Li Xiuyuan saw a figure in the distance...
As the music played... there was a golden phoenix dancing in the air, circling up and down as he played the piano.
The autumn cold in the sky cannot blow her golden feathers...
Under the dim moonlight, the man was alone and thin... In the distant sky, another blue luan flew in, dancing with the phoenix... A golden light flashed, and the qin player asked where his friend was?
At this time, he couldn't help it, as if his own hands were stroking the strings, and a small hand was placed on the edge of the strings, and the two of them joined together.
Gradually... gently, as if by a miracle...
The sound of the piano gradually becomes softer, like the gentle and continuous mountains, like the mountain spring winding from the deep valley.
As the music of the piano rises and falls, it is like the moon shining on the water, and the water ripples reflecting the moon.
Suddenly the tune of the piano changed, and the voice was sad and angry, whimpering, and seemed to be splashed with tears, and seemed to be shedding tears when leaving someone.
The sound of the piano is sad, like sighing, but also like crying...
A machine, only one shuttle will go away one shuttle. The threads are tangled and still unknown.
Outside the Lingchuang courtyard, the purple bamboos are swallowing, and they are acquainted with each other.
...
With four machines, the mandarin ducks wanted to fly together, but the old man turned white first.
Green grass on the spring waves, deep in the cold dawn, bathed in red clothes.
While humming and singing, the sound of the piano between Li Xiuyuan's fingers was intermittent and then continued, as thin as a gossamer and gently disappeared in the wind.
It's like he's never played it before.
Before he could come to his senses, the guqin turned slightly and was moved by Nangong Ruyu. She was seen gently stroking the strings and began to sing softly like Li Xiuyuan.
Two machines, spring dust has already disturbed the old knitting clothes. The red pink fragrance is hard to leave.
There are yellow flowers and green grass, and the nightingales are singing in the alleys of Qin people.
There are four looms, trying to weave mandarin ducks and the shuttles are broken, but the east wind can't help but the shadows of the flowers are sparse.
The sound of frightening strings breaks and boredom disappears. When is the return date?
...
"The sound of shock has broken, and the boredom has gone away. When is the return date?" Li Xiuyuan frowned slightly and groaned in a low voice.
The sound of the piano was lingering, and a gust of wind blew outside the stone temple. Snowflakes flew in one after another, circling up and down around the two of them, and snow tea like elves fell on Nangong Ruyu's shoulders.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sing along with Nangong Ruyu's piano, and the two of them sang in unison:
Three machines, Qianqian's plain hands weave for you, shamefully hiding Luo Jin's clever thoughts.
The golden cup sings late, the moon tilts against the window paper, and I dream of a drunken orchid pond.
...
After singing the song, tears fell from Li Xiuyuan's eyes. Nangong Ruyu was already stroking her jade face, sobbing, holding her and crying.
Xiaoqing, who ran back to the temple after hearing the sound of the piano, saw Nangong Ruyu in a daze as soon as he came in.
I couldn't help but ask: "Sister, what happened? Why are you playing the piano with Li Xiuyuan?"
After saying that, he stepped forward and hugged her gently. Nangong Ruyu hugged Xiaoqing and cried.
Li Xiuyuan didn't know why he was crying today, but he felt a sense of heartache after losing his precious treasure, just like the old Taoist priest who ascended and left him.
Nangong Ruyu thought of the master at Xuantian Temple, Li Ye who played the piano and sang loudly on Tianshan Mountain, the national master who defeated the enemy with one sword before all the troops and soared in the daytime...
Xiao Long'er was dumbfounded when he saw the two of them. He lay next to Li Xiuyuan's ear and asked: "Brother
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, Sister, what’s going on? Did you bully her? "
Li Xiuyuan gently patted her little hand and said, "Ignore her, just be yourself, you know?"
...
After a long time, Nangong Ruyu looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "Master, I seem to have returned to the Tianshan Mountains back then, and to the back mountain of the academy..."
Li Xiuyuan sighed, looked at him and smiled: "I don't know, some pictures appeared in my mind and I can't get rid of them.
"Master, don't worry, we have arrived at the Shura battlefield. There will always be a moment when you can remember more things and restore all your previous memories."
Gently wiping away the tears on her face, Nangong Ruyu looked at him and said.
"Brother has also lost his memory? It doesn't matter. Xiao Long'er will help him find it in the future... But brother, don't forget Xiao Long'er."
Having said this, Xiao Long'er shook Li Xiuyuan's shoulders vigorously, looked at him and said seriously: "Don't forget Xiao Long'er again, you have to follow me to find your parents."
"I suddenly miss the teacher who has left, but it's a pity..." When Xiao Qing said this, she couldn't help but burst into tears. She looked at Li Xiuyuan and sighed.
Li Xiuyuan asked softly: "You don't have to be like this. My master has also left. Leaving is a happy thing, don't be sad."
"Why do you think so?" Xiaoqing looked back at him.
Li Xiuyuan replied: "Cultivation is a long road with no end. Only when the teacher goes to another world can he have the opportunity to pursue a higher realm."
Listening to Li Xiuyuan's words, Xiaoqing couldn't help but laugh, looked at him and said, "Wait until we take the road to heaven, and then look for the teacher."
"Then you can't be lazy and just think about taking Xiao Long'er to play in the mountains every day." Li Xiuyuan said with a smile.
Nangong Ruyu silently praised this, and then Xiaoqing said: "Let's practice together on the Shura battlefield and experience more things, don't be anxious."
Xiao Longer shouted from the side: "There is still me, there is still me!"
Li Xiuyuan stroked her little head and said with a smile: "How could I forget you little guy? You are my sister. I will take you with me wherever I go."
"Master, you made Yu'er cry!" Nangong Ruyu, who had regained her mood, looked at Li Xiuyuan sitting by the fire and laughed.
Li Xiuyuan smiled at her and said, "Drink tea first, and later eat the snow chicken brought back by Xiaoqing and the others."
Xiao Qing looked at Li Xiu Yuan and said with a strange smile: "How did you know that Xiao Long'er and I brought the snow chicken back? Could it be that you were following us secretly and eavesdropping?"
"Brother has great ears, he must have eavesdropped on my conversation with Sister Xiaoqing!" Xiao Longer looked at Li Xiuyuan and said seriously.
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and smiled lightly: "What secrets can there be in this ten-mile radius?"
At this time, Li Xiuyuan had already come out of his dream, looked at Nangong Ruyu and said with a smile: "Learning the piano is as easy as practicing, as long as you are willing to work hard and be diligent!"
Nangong Ruyu looked at him and nodded, saying softly: "I want to eat the snow chicken roasted by the master!"
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That night, all four of them drank a lot.
Xiao Long'er, who was already drunk, got drunk and got into his bed early, grinding his teeth and yelling: "Brother, give Xiao Long'er another bite."
Xiaoqing also fell into her own dream, murmuring softly: "Teacher, don't leave, wait for Xiaoqing..."
Nanning Ruyu frowned and kept saying, "Master Yu'er has had a hard time finding you. It's been ten years!"
Li Xiuyuan held half a cup of leftover tea and quietly looked at the three people who were sleeping, speechless for a long time.
He leaned slightly, stood up, opened the door, and walked out of the temple.
When I looked up, I saw a snowy moon hanging high in the sky, and the wind and snow in the mountains had stopped at some point.
The Tianyao Mountain carved in pink and jade is just like the Tianshan Mountain in Li Xiuyuan's dream.
Looking up at the snowy moon on the mountainside, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but murmur to himself:
Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever.
Wherever you are now, I have no wings.
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Today, he was so excited that he played the same tune with Nangong Ruyu, which reminded him of more memory fragments. In a daze, he traveled through time and space and returned to the Tianshan Mountains when he was a boy.
In Fengyun City that year, in Tianshan that year, there was a young man named Li Ye.
Sighing softly, he waved his sleeves to brush away the fallen snow on the stone steps of the temple gate, took a futon and sat on it quietly.
Looking at the wind, flowers, snow and moon of Tianyao Mountain, I fell into the long river of my own memory.
That year, spring in Tianshan...
Under the eaves of the wooden house on Tianshan Mountain, the young man named Li Ye was sitting quietly looking at the mountain in a daze.
A little girl in a white dress named Mu Mu ran over, hugged Li Ye who was sitting on the ground, and kissed him on the face. She said coquettishly: "Brother, we have been bored here for several days. How about we go out to play today?"
Li Ye took Mu Mu's hand and stood up, smiling happily: "I'm happy today. We can go wherever you want. It doesn't matter if you go crazy for a day!"
"Go, get some dried meat and a kettle, let's go play." Mu Mu clapped her hands and shouted.
After patting the dust on his clothes, Li Ye went into the wooden house and poured hot water into the kettle. He also took some dried meat from the shelf, turned around and left the house, took Mu Mu's hand and walked out of the woods. go.
Mu Mu held Li Ye's hand and murmured as they walked: "Let's go to the grassy slope where you first picked mushrooms. There should be flowers blooming there now."
Li Ye nodded and said yes.
After leaving the woods, Mu Mu stopped, waving her little hands and mumbling. In just a moment, the entrance to the woods changed. The path in was no longer visible, only a mist filled the air.
Li Ye was stunned for a moment as he saw everything in front of him.
Mu Mu pulled Li Ye and asked her to carry him. Li Ye lowered his head and let Mu Mu climb on his back, carrying her towards the mountain road.
Mu Mu lay on Li Ye's back, giggling at the scenery in front of her, and whispered in his ear: "That's a little trick, Mr. taught me when he went up the mountain. We left the wooden house and came to see the people and beasts in the mountain." We can’t even get in.”
Only then did Li Ye understand why his husband held Mu Mu God and talked about it for a long time when he left. It turned out to be the prohibition of the church Mu Mu Shulin. I just don’t understand, why doesn’t my husband teach me?
March in the Tianshan Mountains is the season when warblers fly and grass grows. The fragrance of flowers and grass all over the mountains and the fragrance of the earth after melting snow water are caught in the spring breeze of the mountain, blowing towards the two of them.
Li Ye was so energetic that he forgot that he was carrying a younger sister, Mu Mu, like a shadow, heading towards the grassy slope of the mountain.
After bypassing many mountain roads and passing through the pine forest, in less than half an hour, we arrived at the hillside where Li Ye and his husband came for the first time.
After putting Mu Mu down, Li Ye found a cedar tree to sit on, took out the kettle and drank some water.
Mumu took steps towards the hillside full of wild flowers.
With the moisture from the melted snow and the warm sunshine from hour to night, the weeds on the mountain are growing like crazy.
The flowers that want to bloom in spring are competing to bloom. They want to grow and bloom to their heart's content in this warm spring day for the fruits of summer.
Li Ye looked at Mu Mu who was jumping among the flowers and shouted: "Sister, don't run too far. I will stay under this tree to rest for a while. If you are hungry, come over and drink water and eat meat."
Mu Mu turned around and nodded towards Li Ye, using her small hands to pick the wild flowers all over the slope.
Li Ye closed his eyes, let go of his consciousness, and felt every sound and subtle change in this land with his heart.
At this moment, in addition to his ears, he was observing the world with his heart.
Use the movement of your spiritual consciousness, like the wind, to feel the movement of all things, showing the various shapes of mountain creatures, such as blowing and shaking the trees, causing them to break and make a loud noise, or the cold and hot winds blowing on you, causing joy. And fun.
Wind has no limbs, face, shape, nor colors such as black, white, yellow, and red. The same is true of ordinary consciousness, which has no color, shape, or light.
However, Li Ye showed various differences due to the combination of causes and conditions. At this moment, his perception, awareness, and Dharma world had colors and shapes, as if he had opened his eyes to see the world.
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