On this day, no one knew why Xingyuan Winery closed its shop early, because the town was currently calm, and it was logically impossible.
After drinking two glasses of wine, eating half of a roast chicken and Xiaohei, he kept mumbling to himself. After talking for a long time, he realized that something interesting was missing around him.
So he ran to play with Wang Ruyi next door. He wanted to see the little girl who had just arrived.
Hu Ge, who was greedy for drinking, drank two more cups tonight. Before he could drink two cups of hot tea, he staggered to his room, saying that it was the time to dream after drinking.
He wanted to see his parents in his dream, and see the little fat man and his sister.
Sitting alone under the eaves, Li Xiuyuan watched over a pot of tea and looked up. The moon was half crescent tonight.
On the contrary, the sky was full of stars, and little bits of starlight fell on his body, making him forget to light a solitary lamp while he was sitting quietly.
Looking at the moon for a moment made him sigh again and again.
That year in Nanyun City, before the grassland army besieged the city, Yeluqi set up tables and chairs by the moat and invited him to drink three glasses of wine.
Tell him to take Mu Mu and leave early because the army will attack the city the next day.
Sure enough, the high priest of the grassland released poisonous smoke the next day, causing the hundreds of thousands of troops in Nanyun City to be covered with hot poison...
Due to the civil strife in the imperial city, the second prince cut off the supply of the army in southern Xinjiang. Li Xiuyuan gave up his dream of following Yeluqi on the horse grassland and led the army to the north.
Close your eyes and look back at the past, which is like smoke in your dreams.
Holding a cup of tea and looking at the bright sky, Li Xiuyuan clearly had the illusion that he was in a dream, even though his home door was not far ahead.
Although my parents and relatives have followed my husband to practice in another world.
But that was still the place where he was born. Just like Yeluqi, after fighting with himself, he still wanted to return to the starry sky where he lived.
And where is my final starry sky?
After a while, Hua Luoyu came to the house to rest while carrying Yelu Mingzhu who was tired from playing, and Xiao Hei followed wobblingly behind.
After running over and drinking a cup of herbal tea, I muttered something vaguely and then turned around and went into the house to dream.
Soon, it was Haishi.
It's just that Li Xiuyuan didn't feel sleepy at all at the moment. In front of him sometimes was Wu Xin who had been reincarnated. One was his father and mother who were above the nine heavens, and the other was Yelu Qi who had already died.
The man from the prairie who was facing swords with him and still called him his brother.
That poor man who was betrayed by his own woman, everything was arranged by fate, so that the princess of Feilong Island, who wandered from the North Sea to the grassland, met the prince of Yelu Royal Court.
It was originally a fairy tale, but because the hatred in the princess's heart could not be eliminated, she had evil thoughts.
This thought is like thousands of rivers and mountains.
When this thought is extinguished, the world will indeed change.
Two people who had no interaction ended up staging a human tragedy.
Even after drinking two glasses of black bean wine and a pot of spring tea, Li Xiuyuan still couldn't relieve the depression in his heart.
In desperation, he took out the iron piano that he had not played for a long time.
Stroking the iron harp gently, the strings were originally the dragon's sinew left in Fangcun Mountain after Xiao Hei's death in his previous life.
After many twists and turns, and traveling around the world, he finally replaced it with the dragon tendon given to him by his master Long Qingfeng.
Taking out a handkerchief and wiping the strings lightly, it felt like I was back at No. 47, Yitian Street, sitting alone in the small courtyard, watching Youruo from Tianxiang Academy enter the Taoist realm with the piano...
It seems like I have returned to the Tianshan Mountains in the prehistoric world, and got the "Quiet" that I still can't learn from the stone tablet.
A divine song that makes even the most handsome man in Mount Xumi go crazy.
After gently wiping the sound of the piano, Li Xiuyuan lit a stick of incense on the table, looked at the deserted night and murmured: "Master, where are you?"
It was different from any other time in the past. This time, the sound coming out of Li Xiuyuan's fingers no longer sounded like a general dragging a knife away at night.
Nor is it the tinkling sound of mountains and running water that flows into the dream.
This feeling is very strange, it should be said that it is a bit like the sound of a drop of water rolling down from the thick banana leaves in the rain and hitting the moss-covered stone slabs on the ground.
It's more like the sigh that a drowning person makes when he surfaces.
It was this sigh that made Li Xiuyuan, who was struggling in his heart, grab the tail of "Quiet". Finally, after playing a few heart-wrenching notes, he continued.
The new moon in the sky was originally shrouded in a golden halo, but it was this heart-wrenching sound of the piano, a vague sigh...
A dark cloud floated in the sky, covering half of the moon, and the stars in the sky couldn't help but hide quietly in the clouds.
The summer night is slightly cool, but there are gusts of cold wind blowing around the apricot garden. If Hu Ge and Xiao Hei were still here right now, they would feel terrified and want to shout.
The faint sound of the piano slipped from the window sill into Hua Luoyu's room, causing tears on Yelu Mingzhu's face to wet the pillow in her dream.
The little girl thought about her mother Murong Ruolan who had left, and her father who had gone to Changshengtian.
Hua Luoyu, who had already fallen asleep, suddenly turned over and frowned slightly. Unable to open her eyes, she seemed to be cursing: "Who is so hateful, chasing after ghosts at night?"
Even the leaves and flowers around the apricot orchard quietly lowered their heads and rolled up their petals, unwilling to listen to the heartbreaking sound of the piano.
In Li Xiuyuan's Jade Disk Space, the Reincarnation Tower hidden in the aura of chaos saw that the tenth floor was about to be completed.
Lao You, who was lying under the tree, was shrouded in golden light. Even Xiao Yu'er, who was lying on the bed dreaming in the house, and Xiao Hei, who was still drooling in his dream under the eaves, were also shrouded in golden light.
All things in the world around the apricot garden are dying after hearing the music, while all things in the space of the jade dish are growing like crazy after hearing the music.
These are two completely different worlds with completely different artistic conceptions.
The old man who was the tower spirit was about to break away from the shackles of the Reincarnation Tower, so he left with a wisp of moonlight in the sky.
A faint sigh sounded in the night sky.
The old man suddenly woke up from his dream. When he looked up, he saw that the old Taoist priest was already sitting in front of him.
"Master!" the old man exclaimed. He did not expect that the old Taoist priest would come here at this time.
The old Taoist priest looked at him and nodded, then reached out to light the stove on the table, then picked up a pot of spring water and put it on it.
She looked at him and said with a smile: "After tens of millions of years of hard work, I finally made it to this day."
After speaking, he poured a spoonful of spring water into the cup, handed it to the old man, and said, "Take a look, this is what you deserve."
The old man Guan Chang didn't understand why the old Taoist priest poured him a cup of spring water, so he couldn't help but pick it up and looked at the bottom of the cup, thinking that there would be a piece of Kaiwai Lingcha lying inside.
Just for a moment, the old man's tears flowed down. After a long time, he asked in a daze: "How could it be like this? Didn't the master want me to grow up with the little master?"
But seeing the dim moonlight, the old man in the cup had obviously lost his gray hair. He had rejuvenated overnight and looked like a middle-aged man.
Where is he still the old man from before?
The old Taoist priest sighed softly, looked at him and said: "You have been looking forward to it in the morning and in the evening, isn't it just for this day?"
The old man nodded, looked at him and asked blankly: "What about the little master? Is it possible to leave Xiao Yu'er and Xiao Hei here?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said calmly: "He already has enough trouble around him. We can't cause him any more trouble, otherwise it will affect his practice."
The old man nodded and then asked: "We are all gone, what will he do alone?"
The old Taoist priest smiled when he heard this, looked at the crescent moon in the sky and said, "Did you help him when he was in Kangchuan City? Didn't he also create a quasi-sage?"
"When he was in danger in Shenlong Valley, did you take action? He was different from the Phoenix Nirvana, which made even the guys in the Mahayana realm feel helpless?"
The old man thought for a while and said with a wry smile: "I just thought that here would be his last line of defense and that I could save him in the moment of his life or death crisis."
The old Taoist priest shook his head: "I have already calculated a lot, and even wanted Xiao Yu'er to practice with him, but I never calculated that there is still a cause and effect from the past waiting for him in the grassland of the southern border of Beihai."
"Are you leaving today? Xiao Hei and Xiao Yu'er are coming too?"
The old man, not the middle-aged man, looked up at the lush elixir garden and asked in a daze: "What should I do with those elixirs? What should I do with the Reincarnation Tower?"
The old Taoist priest sighed softly: "The spiritual medicine garden is blessed by a magic circle, are you still afraid that he will fly away?"
"Let the Reincarnation Tower stay here first. The innate energy here can nourish it, but the outside world will not be beautiful."
The two of them were watching a clear moon, with the faint sound of the soul-soothing piano in their ears. The old man's tears could not stop flowing down again. While wiping his tears, he asked: "Master, little master, what are you playing?" Divine Comedy?”
In his opinion, if it were not a divine song, it would not make him cry while listening to the music.
The old Taoist priest sighed softly and said: "Well... this is the requiem, the divine song that was obtained on the ancient Tianshan Mountains."
After hearing these words, the old man suddenly raised his head, looked at him and said, "I didn't expect that after all these years, he would actually practice it?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said softly: "It's still early. He just found the essence of this Divine Comedy. When it comes to the power of the Divine Comedy, he has not yet achieved it."
A thoughtful expression appeared on the old man's face, thinking that even if this was the case, it would be a unique existence in heaven and earth!
Thinking about leaving this small world, the old man raised his eyebrows, looked at the old Taoist priest and asked after a moment of hesitation: "Should we make preparations and let the two little guys clean up?"
"What's there to clean up? Is there anything more important than leaving this world?" the old Taoist priest scolded angrily.
"Everything is an external thing. You haven't seen that my disciple is never moved by external things. Otherwise, he would have no idea how much rubbish he would have accumulated by now."
"Then shall I wake up these two little guys?" The old man continued to ask: "Master, are we going to the foot of Mount Sumeru this time? Or..."
"It's better to stay in this small world at the foot of Mount Xumi!"
The old Taoist priest picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of the spiritual tea, and said quietly: "There are all kinds of wonders in the world. It's time for you to go your own way."
"What about the little master?" the old man asked worriedly.
"I will leave a message for him. You don't have to worry about this." After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he waved his hand and stirred up a breeze, blowing away Xiao Yu'er sleeping in the house, Xiao Hei under the eaves, and the middle-aged man in front of him. .
It turned into a breeze and went straight to the clear moon in the sky.
The old friend has gone away in the breeze, and only the kettle on the table is steaming.
The dark clouds surrounding the moon had dispersed at some point, and the cold light fell on Li Xiuyuan. After playing it several times, he finally stopped.
If the old man from the Reincarnation Tower comes to the Apricot Garden, he will definitely touch his head and exclaim!
In just an instant, as if the world had changed, the few white hairs that had disappeared from the old man's head in the Samsara Tower actually climbed up to Li Xiuyuan's forehead.
A requiem, a heartbreak.
Let the person who plays the piano feel like the blue hair of the night is dyed with a few strands of white snow overnight.
A requiem that suppressed the world and shocked ghosts and gods actually made Li Xiuyuan age dozens of years overnight.
That night, the Heavenly Dao of the Five Realms did not cut off even one day of his life cycle because of the incident in Southern Border.
That night, the Five Regions National Master died in vain because of his brother Yeluqi who died in southern Xinjiang.
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