The four people were busy digging into the mountain wall, and the hard mountain wall made a "clang, clang, clang" sound as the four people dug.
I don’t know if it was the sound of the mountain or the digging tool in my hand.
Sparks burst out from time to time, reflecting the excited gazes of several people, like hungry wolves seeing their prey.
It's just that the mountain wall is too hard, so several people dug for a long time before they could dig deep enough.
Gu Yu had been standing beside Su Mo, his eyes falling on Su Mo who was meditating.
The eldest brother found another tree and leaned against the branch and took a nap.
He never takes action, and always just accompanies...
Suddenly, the pensive Su Mo's eyes lit up.
"I thought of it!"
The four people who were digging the mountain stopped and looked back at Su Mo...
Su Mo walked to the mountain wall, his white clothes fluttering, and gave a loud shout.
"A friend comes from afar, a guest comes to your door...Open!"
boom!
As soon as he said this, the mountain wall trembled under the law.
Then a tomb hole opened...
Su Mo looked back at everyone and smiled proudly, "How about it? This way there won't be any big cause and effect."
In fact, they all have ways to enter the tomb directly.
It's just that this 'sense of ritual' has always been followed. Only by opening the tomb can you have the fun of visiting the tomb!
Just when Su Mo was feeling proud, everyone's eyes moved from the tomb door opened by Su Mo to Su Mo's face.
Lao Liu opened his mouth, pointed behind Su Mo, and said nothing.
Su Mo was stunned for a moment, then turned to look...
I saw a withered skeleton in the tomb walking out of the tomb under the intervention of the law...
...Welcoming several 'guests' from afar!
hiss!
Everyone took a breath of cold air and took a few steps back.
Even Su Mo was startled and stepped aside to stand with everyone.
The fourth and fifth children chattered their teeth and said, "It's outrageous. Xiao Qi's Confucianism and Taoism mantra actually made the bones come alive to welcome guests..."
"More evil than before."
The withered bones seemed to be inert, but under the control of the law, they did not move after walking out of the tomb door.
After being surprised for a while, Gu Yu frowned and said, "It's not that he really came back to life, he was just controlled by the laws of heaven and earth."
As she said that, she turned to look at Su Mo, with surprise and uncertainty in her eyes.
Su Mo shrugged innocently and didn't speak sensibly.
When he said that sentence just now, he unconsciously thought... Since the door is open to welcome guests, should the owner of the tomb also come out to greet guests?
Unexpectedly, this idea also merged into the law.
Lao Si and Lao Wu looked at the dead bones blocking the entrance of the cave, with tangled expressions on their faces. I wanted to walk over, but I didn’t want to get close to the withered bones.
"It's better to go home, what should we do now?"
Everyone looked at each other, and then looked at Su Mo.
Su Mo looked away, scratched his head, and looked into nothingness...
After a long silence, Gu Yu said helplessly, "How about... forget it?"
Gu Yu's suggestion was unanimously recognized by everyone.
In fact, this tomb became weird again because of Su Mo's words. Even if Su Mo asked Dry Bones to step aside, they didn't want to go in!
"Forget it, forget it, there's still no room for this tomb." Lao Si and Lao Wu nodded in agreement.
"Go home, go home, we are going to have a good meal today!" Lao Liu said happily.
The second child nodded indifferently.
"Okay..." Su Mo said again to his newly opened tomb, somewhat speechlessly.
"Sorry, I admitted to the wrong door... Goodbye!"
After saying that, under the intervention of the law, the withered bones turned around and walked back to the tomb.
The mountain wall has returned to its original state...
"Speaking of going home, where should we go?" Lao Liu asked again.
Over the years, they have been traveling around looking for ancient tombs with no fixed location. Now that Su Mo is back, he has the idea of "washing hands in a golden basin".
"How about going back to the academy?" said the third child.
Everyone's eyes lit up, and then they nodded.
Speaking of returning to the academy, everyone thought of one person...
That Qin Xian who also stayed in the academy all the time!
Gu Yu turned to look at Su Mo, "Have you seen her?"
Su Mo knew who the 'she' in Gu Yu's mouth was, and shook his head gently...
Gu Yu sighed, "That woman loves to think about you, and your disappearance makes her even more sad. She has been hiding from everyone all these years!"
"Occasionally, when people meet her on the bridge, it's just her looking at the mountains and rivers."
Su Mo nodded, and everyone in the world thought he had disappeared.
But only the Yinghuang couple, Yatou and Luo Yin who were with him in the mountain forest full of flowers on the other side watched him die.
The Ying Huang couple and the girl did not want to believe that they were dead, but for Luo Yin, there was no hope left...
And there are rumors in the world that she has never played the piano again!
Gu Yu looked at Su Mo, "Let's go back to the academy and wait for you. At least... take her back to the academy."
"Don't leave her alone out there."
Su Mo nodded, turned around and turned into golden light and disappeared into the void...
...
There was a wind blowing on the top of the mountain, and there was a person standing under the tree.
On the bare mountain top, there was only a lonely old tree standing there, with its winding roots embedded in the gaps between the rocks.
The figure in the long skirt stood lonely under the old tree, looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance.
Behind her back, she still carried the broken ink string.
The lonely back is like the old tree...
The mountain wind blew up, blowing up the man's black hair, dancing with the wind in a desolate way, as if he wanted to be colder than the bright moon.
For thousands of years...the bright moon, white clouds, and flowing water all seemed to be very similar to the dead white clothes in Luo Yin's eyes.
In her heart, the white clothes were as bright as the bright moon, as free and easy as white clouds, and as gentle as flowing water...
Yuntian, Jiangyue and Haichen, together in white clothes, spend their lives together.
The remnant soul of the Confucian saint was at the end of the world, and the warning he gave her was so true.
However, she never regretted it.
Being with him for decades is better than the loneliness of living for a thousand years...
Luo Yin withdrew his gaze and took out the jade flute.
His fingers were stroking the jade flute, his expression calm and dull!
Suddenly, a voice sounded behind Luo Yin, making her whole body tremble.
"I heard... you don't play the piano anymore?"
That extremely familiar voice sounded in her ears again, as if she had been searching for her whole life...the most beautiful voice in the world!
Looking back, the man in white clothes was standing there.
The breeze blew, blowing the long clothes of the two people on the top of the mountain.
Luo Yin looked at the man, covered his face and cried.
"bomb!"
Bai Yi walked slowly to Luo Yin, looked at Luo Yin's lonely appearance, and sighed deeply.
Luo Yin raised the jade flute in his hand and handed it to Su Mo, "Blow..."
"What are you blowing?" Su Mo asked.
Luo Yin thought for a while, "Just play the song you played outside the ship building that year."
Su Mo nodded and took the jade flute.
Luo Yin took off the Mo Qin from his back that had not been played for a thousand years. With a gentle wave of his hand, the strings that had been broken a thousand years ago were restored.
She hugged Mo Qin and sat on the ground, stroking the strings with both hands and looking at Su Mo.
Su Mo smiled and held the jade flute to his lips...
Luo Yin's hands also started beating on the ink piano.
In an instant, the music started playing... The sound of the piano was accompanied by the sound of the flute!
The two of them sat under the old tree on the top of the mountain, singing the moving melody together like a couple of gods.
The sound of the music spreads on the top of the mountain with the wind blowing over the top of the mountain, flying freely around the mountains...
