"A happy reunion breaks the heart of an old friend." Li Xiuyuan gently stroked the guqin and sighed quietly.
When he moved his fingers, there was a ding-dong sound. Looking at the still dark sky, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but ask: "Are you my old friend? Where is your master..."
At Wangxiang Terrace, Li Xiuyuan is currently thinking about Fengyun City, where he was born, and about an old friend who has crossed the Wangchuan Bridge and refused to enter reincarnation.
It's just that I stay on this home-viewing platform day and night, looking forward to the end of my life and not being able to return.
With the piano on his lap, he sat down on the Wangxiang Terrace.
Under the fingertips, it turned out to be the song "Si Wu Xie" that I had learned in the bamboo house of the academy.
There are three hundred poems, which can be summed up in one sentence: thinking without evil.
I have thousands of poems, but I don’t know where my old friend is.
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan, who fell down on the high platform, returned to the academy that year. He was knocked off the cliff by Jun Wuyou's palm and his left leg was broken. He was saved by the passing dean.
He spent his days chopping firewood in the backyard of the academy's kitchen. Later, he attended Master's class and became the slow old man's only disciple.
Snowflakes were falling, and Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting quietly in the bamboo house, learned this "Si Wu Xie" from the Master's piano score.
It is also this song of thought that breaks through the mountains and rivers of Qin Qianshan and Dongfang Yuer, and the bright moon in the sky.
From then on, he and Qin Qianshan formed an ever-lasting grudge...
The guqin has a spirit, emitting between Li Xiuyuan's fingers like a clear spring in the mountains, or like the tinkling snow water dripping from the eaves of the spring when the snow melts.
He fell onto the bluestone slab under the eaves and let out a sigh.
Just this sigh was like a spring sun rising from the gazebo, driving away and melting the black fog that filled the surroundings, and even falling a ray of light in the dark sky.
The brilliance fell on Li Xiuyuan, and a faint golden light shone, instantly illuminating the area several feet in front of the Wangxiang Terrace.
The resentful sound of the piano gradually turned into the top of the snow-capped mountains and among the empty mountains.
Tapping the strings turns into a whining sound, like the cold wind on the mountain whining quietly with the wind and snow.
It is also like a man wandering alone in an empty mountain without hearing any birds, unable to find his way back.
Wangxiang Terrace, Wangxiang Terrace, once you enter the high platform, it is difficult to return, your hometown will be in your dream from now on.
Just when Li Xiuyuan was alone and intoxicated in the artistic conception he had created, a faint sigh came from not far away.
Then a figure appeared, slowly walking towards Wangxiang Terrace.
"Who is playing "Siwuxie"?"
The slowly approaching shadow looked at the young man on the high platform in disbelief, and murmured: "Who are you, and how can you play this song?"
"Teacher, how could it be you?"
Disturbed by this inquiry, Li Xiuyuan woke up from the artistic conception of the sound of the piano, stopped his hand, and looked at the old man in a green shirt under the high platform, speechless.
Why did the teacher, Master, who had been ascended in Shura Tianyu Academy a long time ago, die and enter reincarnation?
When the slowly approaching shadow heard Li Xiuyuan's voice, he was immediately horrified and stepped back.
Looking at the young man on the high platform, he asked in disbelief: "Xiu Yuan! How could it be you? How could you come here? Could it be that you also drank that bowl of soup?"
The old man went up to the high platform and caressed Li Xiuyuan's forehead, just like he did in the bamboo house in the academy.
He said in a daze: "It's been so many years, how come you're back to how you were before? Where's Xiao Qing, where's that boy Wei Qing? Where's the dean?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, took the old man's hand and sat down on the high platform.
Silently she squeezed the old man's hand and began to explore for him quietly.
He sighed and couldn't help but ask: "Teacher, did you cross the bridge after drinking that bowl of soup?" Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and asked.
The old man nodded: "The mother-in-law on the bridge said that if you don't drink the soup, you will be knocked off the bridge and will never be reincarnated."
The old man opened his eyes in disbelief and continued to ask: "Xiu Yuan, is it possible that you are also dead? Who harmed you?"
Li Xiuyuan gently stroked the guqin and returned it to the old man.
Leisurely said: "I was just sitting quietly in the snowy mountains, thinking about my old friends on New Year's Eve... Unexpectedly, I came here and saw the teacher, but I was not harmed by anyone..."
The old man put away his guqin and said with a wry smile: "I originally meant to bury this guqin in front of the Wangxiang Terrace and never play it again, but I didn't expect that today because of your arrival..."
Li Xiuyuan frowned tightly at this moment, took the old man's hand and asked: "Since the teacher drank that bowl of soup, why can he still remember his disciples, Xiao Qing and Wei Qing?"
In Li Xiuyuan's memory, after drinking that bowl of forgetful soul soup, the only person who could still remember the past, besides Qingluan back then, was himself.
But now he actually has an additional teacher and wife of his own.
Could it be that the soup cooked by the eldest sister was wrong?
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help being shocked, and immediately pulled the old man away. After thinking about it, he asked, "Teacher, can you still see the academy from here?"
The old man shook his head and sighed: "After passing the Wangchuan Bridge, everyone only has one chance to look at their hometown. Those lonely souls stay here and do not want to enter reincarnation, just to look at their hometown again and again..."
"But they don't know that they can never see the past again, and neither can I."
The old man was silent for a while, looking at Li Xiuyuan in a daze.
Li Xiuyuan nodded, clapped his hands and pulled the old man to stand up from the ground, looked back at the vast void ahead, and pulled the old man down step by step from the Wangxiang Terrace.
"Teacher, how far is this from the Wangchuan River?" Li Xiuyuan asked.
"I forgot, it seems to be ten miles, and it seems to be eight miles. Those of us who have crossed the river can't go back to the Wangchuan River, we can only go to Huangquan Road..."
The old man took Li Xiuyuan's hand and asked, "Xiuyuan, is it possible that you have become an immortal?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan released his spiritual consciousness and looked around. He saw the sun shining high on the Wangchuan River, but it was already past noon.
It seems that the eldest sister has finished cooking the soup and has gone home to rest.
The two masters and apprentices walked forward and arrived at the Wangchuan River in a short time.
Li Xiuyuan stepped up and walked towards the bridge. The old man was so frightened that he shouted: "You can't Xiuyuan, you can't just get on this bridge."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and continued forward until he reached the bamboo shed on the bridge. He reached out and opened the lid of the steaming pot, poured a spoonful of soup into the wooden bowl and took a sip.
After tasting it carefully, he said, "Has the soup not changed in taste?"
The old man stood by the bridge, too frightened to speak. His disciple was obviously not a god, but he was able to walk onto the Wangchuan Bridge and take a sip of soup.
This, this is incredible.
Li Xiuyuan waved to the old man: "Teacher, come here and try another bowl. I want to prove that you are still alive."
The old man was startled again when he heard this. After thinking about it, he had to try to take a step towards the bridge until one foot stepped on it without any accident. Then he walked towards the bridge step by step.
Finally, the master and apprentice sat at the table under the bamboo shed.
Li Xiuyuan made a bowl of soup and handed it to the old man, and said quietly: "This soup is made from the elixir found on Lingshan Mountain behind Huangquan Village. It is a great tonic. Teacher, have another bowl."
The old man shivered and had no choice but to pick up the bowl and take a sip. Seeing Li Xiuyuan take out another jar of spiritual wine, he had to drink the bowl of soup slowly first.
Seeing that the old man had finished drinking the soup, Li Xiuyuan poured a bowl of spiritual wine into his bowl.
He smiled faintly and said, "This is the wine that the disciple made in a different way. Let's try it, teacher." After that, he poured half the bowl and took a sip.
Watching the old man take a sip of spiritual wine, with a look of surprise on his face, he sighed.
He smiled bitterly and said: "Xiao Qing, even if you beat the teacher to death, you wouldn't have thought of her life experience...I later traveled in the long river of time, but she was beside my parents and rebuilt her life under the catastrophe..."
"Follow one of my younger brothers and live a new life in another world until he meets me...until I enter nirvana, until her father comes to find him..."
"As for Wei Qing, he is now a faculty member of the academy. The dean should not be promoted so quickly... Later, some changes occurred in the academy, but those are all in the past..."
The master and apprentice were blowing in the wind and guarding a jar of spiritual wine. Li Xiuyuan told him some of the past events that the old man wanted to know.
Finally, he looked at the old man and said quietly: "This disciple can't go to Tianyu City right now. He has to wait for the road to heaven to open, and then go with countless monks..."
For a moment, the old man was confused after hearing this, and never imagined that the daughter he had adopted was actually the daughter of the Immortal Emperor lost in the heavens.
And his students are really monks abandoned by the heavens.
Thinking of this, the old man could only smile bitterly and said: "So what if I am promoted as a teacher? It's not like I can't come here to forget the river. But Xiu Yuan, you can come and go freely."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and asked: "Why are you here, teacher? Where did you go after you ascended? Who harmed you?"
In Li Xiuyuan's view, both Tianluo City and Tianyu City are jungles where people cannibalize people. It is normal for the lady to do harm to others.
However, what he is afraid of is the seniors who ascended so early, such as the drunkard, the old monk from the Great Buddha Temple, Bai Susu from Tianshan Mountain, or the old wolf and old ape, where did they go in the end?
Will he be harmed by an adulterer like the Master?
The old man shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I went quite smoothly. After my ascension, I went to Tianxiang City and practiced in a valley called the Lan family..."
"A few days ago, I left Tianxiang City to go on an adventure. When I arrived at Tianyu City, I didn't want to be targeted by the black dragon in the big lake when I was trying to escape the tribulation outside the city..."
"You also know that it is not easy to overcome the tribulation for the master. How could you have the strength to fight with the black dragon? In the end, after a fight, you came here..."
Having said this, the old man sighed unwillingly.
He smiled bitterly and said: "I still have two unfulfilled wishes in my heart. One is Xiaoqing, and the other is Xiuyuan you, so I have been lingering in front of the Wangxiang Terrace..."
“So that’s what happened, was that evil dragon doing it?”
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly in his heart, never expecting that the cause and effect of this incident would eventually involve him.
After thinking about it, if Youruo hadn't come to Datang and brought about the subsequent changes in Tianyu City, I probably wouldn't have thought that this matter would involve so many people.
Li Xiuyuan took a sip from the spiritual wine in front of him and smiled lightly: "Since the teacher has not entered reincarnation yet, there is no need to worry and just stay here for a few days."
The old man shook his head, looked at him and smiled: "I got the news about Xiaoqing and saw you. My wish to become a teacher is over. I can go to reincarnation with peace of mind."
"That's not necessarily the case."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said: "My eldest sister is here. Since I am here, I have to go and stay for a few days, otherwise she will definitely scold me to death if she finds out."
After saying that, he drank the spiritual wine in the bowl in one gulp.
He put away the wine jar on the table, stood up, patted his clothes, took the old man's hand and walked under the bridge.
After thinking for a while, he pointed to the railings on the stone bridge and asked, "Teacher, take a closer look. What are the words written on this bridge?"
The old man raised his head and looked at the railing, took a careful look, then shook his head with a wry smile and replied, "I didn't see anything."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment, and then a strange smile appeared on his face.
He laughed and said: "There is no birth, no destruction, no appearance. It seems that the teacher's blessings are profound..."
The old man was startled when he heard this and couldn't help but ask: "Xiu Yuan, what did you see? Why can't I see anything?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said with a smile: "I can see Wangchuan in my eyes, but Shura... there are too many, but I am too familiar with this bridge, and he doesn't like to talk to me very much."
The master and apprentice got off the bridge, and Li Xiuyuan shouted from a distance: "Xiao Ling'er, where are you?"
