Memories of the past came flooding back, and I vaguely remembered that it was the early spring three years ago. By the West Lake, the white embankment was covered with snow, and the piano and flute were singing in harmony. We met for the first time in the broken bridge with residual snow, and we played the piano and flute to find a close friend. I first met Xihu Xianyin, and I miss her dearly in this life.
As winter passes and spring comes, everything revives, but the snow on the banks of the West Lake has not yet melted. Back then, Xiao Qiuhan was still a little green, and he traveled around the world with his master Yun Mengchen. Pay no attention to the injustice, see the wonders of the human world, and taste the various forms of the world. At this time, he has not yet understood the peak realm of swordsmanship with a sword in his heart, and his cultivation is not as deep as it is now. But among the younger generation in the human world at that time, there were few rivals.
Ten years ago, the world was the era of Leng Yuxuan and Yun Mengchen. The two were respected by the world as the Sword God and the Sword Immortal. There were also poems praising the world: "The two swords of the gods are proud of the human world. Yuxuan Mengchen is the top of the human world." Since Leng Yuxuan entered the Kunlun Fairyland, only Yun Mengchen has been respected in the huge human world. .
But among the so-called six realms of beings, gods and demons are at the top, and the human realm is at the bottom. Even the strength of the three realms of demon, underworld, and immortality is unmatched by the human realm. Therefore, this so-called top master in the human world is actually just a drop in the ocean when looking at the six realms.
Yun Mengchen traveled across the human world. Not only was he outstanding in swordsmanship, he was also good at playing the flute. His understanding of music theory was also unparalleled. Rumor has it that he entered martial arts from music, so his swordsmanship was ethereal and unrestrained. After he became famous, he was called the Sword Immortal by the world. Xiao Qiuhan has followed Yun Mengchen for more than seven or eight years. Over the years, he has not only inherited Yun Mengchen's unparalleled swordsmanship, but also inherited Yun Mengchen's mantle on the music path.
Yun Mengchen was also very satisfied with Xiao Qiuhan as his apprentice. Not only did he teach him all his skills, but he also gave him his favorite purple jade flute. Xiao Qiuhan also lived up to his expectations, and his talent in swordsmanship and music made Yun Mengchen even more amazed.
Today, the master and the apprentice came to the bank of West Lake in Hangzhou. Every Qingming Festival in early spring, Yun Mengchen would always come to the West Lake to pay homage to an old friend. He will never forget that they met at the West Lake, and what she loved most during her lifetime was the waves of the West Lake. After she died in depression, Yun Mengchen buried her beside the West Lake. In this way, she can always look at the scenery of West Lake. He could not make her comfortable and happy while alive, but he hoped that after death, she could always laugh.
On the bank of the West Lake, there is a tombstone. Next to the tombstone, there are mountains of lavender. She loved lavender the most during her lifetime, and after her death, Yun Mengchen planted a sea of flowers for her. The sea of flowers is all over the mountains and fields, all composed of lavender, surrounding the tombstone. Surrounded by lavender and accompanied by the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, the owner of the tombstone will be very happy.
The tombstone was carved with the power of someone's supreme finger, and the words "Yun Mengxue's Tomb" were written on it, and the signature was Yun Mengchen.
"Axue, I'm here to see you." Yun Mengchen muttered to himself as he looked at the tombstone, with a trace of tears in his eyes. I saw him sitting next to the tombstone, caressing the tombstone, constantly telling something, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying. At this time, who still knew that he was the sword immortal Yun Mengchen of that generation? People who didn't know thought he was just a helpless ordinary person.
When Xiao Qiuhan saw this, he also smiled helplessly. The master had always been high-spirited, but only when he saw this tombstone did he show such true feelings. He has been coming with his master to worship the people in the tomb for many years, but his master has never mentioned who is buried in the tomb. If the master didn't tell him, he would naturally not ask, so as not to bring up the sad past of the master. But presumably, Yun Mengxue in the tomb must have been Master's confidante during her lifetime.
At this time, it was inconvenient for him to disturb the master, so he left alone to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the West Lake. Although it is early spring, the snow has not completely melted yet. The West Lake is covered with snow, and the white embankment stretches across the snow-covered willows and frosted peaches. Not far from Baidi, there is a stone bridge. The white snow on the stone bridge shines brightly, and the gray-brown bridge surface forms a contrast. From a distance, it looks broken but not broken. This is what the world calls the broken bridge. Xiao Qiuhan stood at the head of the bridge and looked around. He had a panoramic view of distant mountains and near water. It was a beautiful sight in the world.
The broken bridge is covered with snow, like a silver ribbon, flying by the West Lake. However, the side of the broken bridge is full of cherry blossom trees. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom and decorated with snow. Looking at it, it looks like a silver ocean of cherry blossoms, which has a unique artistic conception. Xiao Qiuhan is wearing a white robe, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a jade flute and long sword on his waist. With the broken bridge and the cherry blossoms on the snowy lakeside, he looks like the handsome man in the poem and painting.
There are many people visiting the West Lake, and there are countless painted boats on the lake. I saw that the boat was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, the top was painted with yellow paint, and the boat pillars were carved with beams and phoenixes. When it got closer, I realized that even the colorful lanterns were decorated with lifelike characters. The talented men and beautiful women in the boat recited poems and composed poems, enjoying the magnificent scenery of the West Lake together, and felt so at ease.
Xiao Qiuhan walked up the snow, climbed onto the broken bridge and looked at the waves of the West Lake, enjoying this moment of tranquility alone. At this time, there was a faint sound of piano coming from far away. The sound of the piano is like the sound of nature, changing from vague to clear, coming from the lake. People visiting the West Lake stopped invariably and listened quietly.
The guqin player's technique is exquisite and rare in the world. The sound of the guqin he plays is mellow, sometimes like the sound of pine waves in the valley, sometimes like the sound of the empty valley, and between the ups and downs, there is no trace of noise. After a long time, after the song was finished, the sound of the piano echoed, the lingering sound was faint and lingering, and the people who visited were already obsessed with listening.
Xiao Qiuhan was intrigued, and since he was a music lover, he casually took off his jade flute and played the song "Goose Falling on the Sand". Xiao Qiuhan's melody is brisk and clear, with an informal and charming charm. When he plays it to a sublime level, it is like dozens of wild geese chirping at the same time, making people look at him side by side.
At this time, the man playing the piano seemed unwilling to be lonely, and the music started playing again. But a song "Dragon Soaring Exercises" was played. The sound of the piano was majestic and magnificent, just like a flying dragon flying in the sky, dancing in the sky for nine days. The sound of the piano is even mixed with bursts of dragon roars, making it difficult to tell whether it is illusion or reality. It is true that this song can only be heard in heaven, and is rarely heard in the human world.
Xiao Qiuhan has a young mind and a competitive spirit. He raised the jade flute and put it to his lips, and immediately sang another song. This song is melodious, and the sound of the flute gradually gets louder, just like a flute player approaching slowly while blowing. The sound of the flute is clear and beautiful, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes soft and sometimes loud. When it reaches the extreme low, after a few circles, it sinks again. Although extremely low and thin, every syllable is still clearly audible.
Gradually, there are occasional pearls jumping in the bass, crisp and short, one after another, and the complex sounds gradually increase. First, it is like the splashing of a singing spring, and then it is like a group of flowers vying for beauty, and the flowers are in clusters, and there are also interspersed with the chirping of birds, who sing and me. Gradually the birds leave and the remaining spring flowers fall. But when I heard the sound of rain, it felt desolate and solemn. The drizzle continued, sometimes not at all, and finally everything was silent.
When had everyone heard such a fairy song, they were immediately intoxicated and their thoughts were still lingering. After a moment of silence, there was an endless stream of applause, cheers, and cheers. The women in the field all looked at Xiao Qiuhan affectionately, and immediately lowered their heads with red faces. He would look up from time to time, his eyes full of admiration. At this time, many West Lake birds were circling above Xiao Qiuhan's head, as if they were obsessed with the moving flute sound. After the song ended, many birds circled around for a long time before reluctant to leave.
At this time, a painting boat came from a distance. Compared with other painting boats, this painting boat did not appear to be particularly outstanding. Plain and simple, simple and beautiful yet luxurious. At this time, a clear female voice came from the boat: "Young Master is so good at playing the flute, I admire you."
This woman's voice is charming and seductive, soft and charming. At first it sounds like orioles coming out of the valley, magpies and phoenixes chirping, crisp and loud yet gentle and soft; listening to it again, it sounds like the gurgling water and the wind blowing in the willows, soft but charming and sentimental; listening carefully, it is just that I feel that the sky is vast and the clouds are comfortable, and the sea is calm and the waves are calm. It makes people open-minded and want to stop.
"Haha, the girl is also good at playing the piano. Even if Boya is alive and Cai Yong comes back to life, it will be nothing more than this." Xiao Qiuhan raised his head with a smile, looked at the boat, and said loudly.
"Young Master, you're welcome. Where can I find a close friend in the world? Since ancient times, it has been hard to find a close friend. It is fate that we meet today. I would like to get on the boat and chat with you." The beautiful voice of the woman came again, which made people intoxicated.
"Then being respectful is worse than obeying orders." Xiao Qiuhan laughed, and after saying that, he used the peerless lightness skill of a dragonfly to touch water, and headed towards the boat.
No one could have imagined that these two people should be in two different worlds. It was here by the West Lake that we met for the first time. Fate, maybe it is so wonderful. And this fateful encounter also caused earth-shaking changes in the fate of the two people.
