The moonlight is like water.
There is someone under the moon, a man in white, between the water and the moon.
It is already the autumn moon, the moon is close to the garden, thick fog is rising on the pond, among the pavilions, the sound of the piano comes from the pavilion...
The sound of the piano roams gracefully among the moonlight water waves, seeming to depict the bright moon in the night sky, and the prosperity and haggardness of the world reflected by the bright moon.
Ji Qianqian stood behind Ran Yi, opening her mind and letting the beautiful piano music gently enter her heart. She listened to the piano music and felt the rhythm. Her thoughts were ups and downs for a while, and she was overwhelmed with emotions.
"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"
The sound of the piano suddenly turned, becoming powerful, majestic and solemn, becoming high mountains and flowing water, wanton and wanton, and suddenly it was like thousands of troops stacked against each other on the battlefield, beating the drums of a siege.
The sound of the piano gradually becomes weaker and lighter, and the rhyme of the piano turns in vain. The sound of the piano gradually becomes louder again, like a gossamer floating in the wind, but it is continuous, adding to the soul-stirring feeling.
The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, but the aftertaste still lingered, as if a tragic song lingered in the bright moon for a long time...
The sound of the piano had passed away, but Ji Qianqian was still immersed in the music. She suddenly came back to her senses and blurted out: "What kind of song is the big brother playing? Qianqian also wants to learn it!"
Randomly smiled and said: "Swordsman of the Swordsman."
"Are you proud of the world? Sad but not sad, heroic and heroic, heavy on people's hearts, and infinite feelings."
She was talking to herself, and suddenly said: "But Qianqian always feels that this piece of music is missing something. I wonder if big brother can help Qianqian clear up my doubts?"
Xuanyuan said quietly: "Because this piece of music is an ensemble piece. Playing the strings, playing the flute, and singing the flute and flute in unison can make you truly proud of the world."
Ji Qianqian suddenly said: "I see, it's a pity that Qianqian doesn't know the flute, otherwise she could have played a real song of Swordsman with her elder brother."
A pair of delicate jade hands pressed on his shoulders, so beautiful and gentle.
Seeing him drinking alone to Yue without saying anything, Ji Qianqian asked softly: "Are you missing home again?"
Randomly shook his head and sighed: "I just thought of Jianghu..."
Ji Qianqian asked curiously: "What kind of world?"
Randomly sighed: "There are hypocrites there, there are real scoundrels, there are peerless heroes, there are peerless villains, there are all kinds of weird people in the world, there are all kinds of legends, all kinds of rumors, that's a A place to pursue fame and fortune. In these troubled times, the world is no longer the world in my mind."
Ji Qianqian shook her head to show that she didn't understand.
Ran Ran said leisurely: "From now on, I will take you to see what I call the Jianghu place and the Jianghu people!"
Ji Qianqian's beautiful eyes looked at him, her eyes filled with joy, and she said softly: "Qianqian will write it down!"
Ran Ran slightly tilted his forehead and suddenly said: "Come out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a Taoist in a withered gray robe floated down with a movement as fast as a ghost, and stood on the small bridge in the garden.
Lu Xun bowed and said, "I have met Tianjun!"
Ran Ran looked at the visitor with a sincere smile on his face: "He is out of seclusion?!"
Although it was a question, the words seemed to be affirmative.
Lu Xun's eyes were shining brightly, he stared at him without blinking, and said calmly: "As your Majesty said, my master has been released from seclusion."
Ranran said with a smile: "I thought it would take him a year at the earliest, but unexpectedly he gave me some surprises."
Lu Xun sneered in his heart and said calmly: "My master will not disappoint Tianjun."
After hearing this, Ranyi smiled again and said lightly: "I hope so."
Lu Xun said solemnly: "My master asked me to tell you that my master will be waiting for Tianjun for seven days at Piaomiao Peak, the main peak of the West Mountain of Taihu Lake. I ask Tianjun to attend the appointment as scheduled."
Randomly murmured: "August 15th, is it the day to worship the moon? It's a good day. I already know it. You go ahead."
Lu Xun gave him a bow and then floated away.
Ji Qianqian smiled and said: "Brother, I have finally waited for this battle."
Ran Ran looked at her smiling face, and said with a smile: "Qian Qian is obviously worried about me, why do you have to force a smile?"
Hearing his words, Ji Qianqian suddenly leaned on Anyan and said softly: "Qianqian just doesn't want the eldest brother to be distracted by me. In this battle, the eldest brother must win! Whether it's for herself or for the sake of all the sisters in the family." , or for Qianqian, the eldest brother must return safely."
Her cheeks are flushed, and she is as beautiful as a begonia.
Ran Ran didn't say anything, he just picked up the beauty and walked towards the room.
However, just after the two of them left, a female maid in the mansion quietly left the mansion.
…
The sky has dawned, the leaves are red, the morning sun is shining, and the autumn frost is gradually melting.
Pingcheng.
On a hill more than thirty miles north of the city.
A young woman, wrapped in pure snow-white clothing, with a slender waist and tall figure...
She is like a beautiful crop born when the heaven and earth first opened; her lively figure and indescribable appearance are as impeccable as the creation of nature.
Xiang Yutian appeared next to the woman, his eyes were like an eagle in the sky, indifferent, but less carefree.
The woman is Wanqi Mingyao, the leader of the secret tribe.
Neither of them looked at each other. Wanqi Mingyao said indifferently: "You didn't kill Xie Xuan and you didn't get the magic knife."
Xiang Yutian said in a very calm voice: "Yes, I didn't do these two things."
Wanqi Mingyao asked: "Why?"
Xiang Yutian didn't give her an answer. Maybe he didn't kill Xie Xuan because he didn't want to kill this person, or maybe he didn't want to be controlled. He couldn't tell which reason was more important.
Wanqi Mingyao said coldly: "This is what Mo Yiming owes to my secret clan. You are his disciple, so you have to pay it back."
Xiang Yutian sighed: "I will pay it back."
He turned around slowly, and Wanqi Mingyao stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, there's no need to kill Xie Xuan."
Xiang Yutian stopped and asked in surprise: "Why?"
Wanqi Mingyao's voice was still cold as he said: "Xie Xuan will be alive in a few days, and the magic sword is no longer on him."
Xiang Yutian didn't ask her why she knew this. For Murong Chui, Wanqi Mingyao sent many spies to both the south and the deserted city. He even saw a member of the secret tribe in that man's house.
"What do you want me to do?"
Wanqi Mingyao said word by word: "I want you to kill Tianjun."
Xiang Yutian was stunned for a moment, then said with emotion: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
Wanqi Mingyao sneered: "Are you afraid of him?"
Xiang Yutian stared at him and suddenly said calmly: "I am indeed afraid of him."
Wanqi Mingyao also looked at him in surprise, then revealed a very moving smile and said, "I never thought you would be afraid of someone."
Xiang Yutian said calmly: "He is different from ordinary people. From ancient times to modern times, there is only one heavenly king in the world."
With that said, he looked at Wan Qi Mingyao and said, "I can't kill him. No matter how you force me, I can't kill that person."
Wanqi Mingyao smiled and said: "If there is a chance, the opportunity is right in front of you."
A small bamboo tube as long as one finger came into Xiang Yutian's hand.
He pulled out the lacquer-sealed wooden stopper of the bamboo tube that contained the secret letter, and took out a small roll of letter paper. When he opened the paper, he saw that there were only eight Xianbei characters on it: On the day of worshiping the moon, there will be a battle in the mist.
