After the Flower Dynasty Festival, it was not only her talent and her reputation that spread all over the Jiangnan with her piano sound, but also her identity, a generation of celebrities, she broke away from the identity of the top brand and became a Qing Qi who did not sell her body. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

However, she was not prepared to change her original plan to fake her death, but only postponed it for a while.

What she needs now is to wait, to wait for the 'benefactor' who has listened to her for half a year, the veritable benefactor.

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The river flowed, and small red flowers filled the banks of the river, and the petals fell and chased the water, and then it went with the flow and never stopped, until all the colors were washed until it turned from fresh to rotten.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!really wonderful!" a blue-clothed Taoist suddenly slapped his hands and laughed: "I didn't expect that in addition to the karst cave stalagmite wonders under this ground, there is such a pleasant scenery, the owner of this tomb is really a wonderful person, if you see each other, you should be a big white person!"

"Crazy Daoist, you are enough!" The cautious master was startled by the Daoist and glared angrily at the Daoist, and a layman who was close to him along the way even gave the Mad Daoist a slap on the top of his head.

"Tut-tut! Shame on a group of big men who are not as bold as a little girl, it's a shame!" Touching his head, the crazy man held his chin and smacked his lips to look at the only 'woman' in the team, or the only little girl holding the piano, and then at the rest of the people, especially a certain heroic and sassy person, with a look of disgust.

"Sure enough, the little girl's family should be fragrant and soft and delicate!" The madman's thinking had obviously taken a big turn.

"Crazy old man, do you have an opinion about Aunt Ben?" the woman in a red shirt shook the whip circled in her hand, looking like she wanted to give the Taoist a side. The woman looked at her environment again, and finally gave up this tempting plan under the interference of reason.

Glancing at the slender woman in a cyan hooded cloak standing in the middle of the line, he said in disgust: "Don't pretend to be calm, when the time comes, don't make trouble and drag one down." ”

The wind rises on the flat ground, the small red flowers set off layers of waves, the delicate and gorgeous petals seem to have not grown on the flower stalks, and the wind blows a large area of falling, and the red petals dance with the wind.

Falling flowers spread all over the river, and the intoxicating aroma filled the air, a sweet and faint aroma of wine, lingering for a long time.

This should be a very beautiful scene, but the blood-like red color is really chilling.

"The fire is good. A faint sentence stopped his aunt's words, and the seemingly ordinary splendid robe on his body also had a ** charm.

The man turned his head, wearing a white jade mask on his face: "Now it's time for your performance, stepping on that bridge will lead you into a dream by the sound of the piano and miss the time when the door opens." All you have to do is help us block or disturb the sound. ”

"Hmm. "Qinchuan bows his head, not looking at the blood-like river, which cannot be crossed without a bridge.

Sit cross-legged, place the piano on your knees, and gently press your hands on the strings.

Raise your eyes, barren and empty, the scene of flying flowers and flowing water is a painting in the eyes.

Suddenly, sometimes naturally, she remembered a sentence, or a poem, or a pair.

Some beauty and some sadness, with a faint lingering sorrow.

On the bridge, the flying flower bridge is in the water, and the person who crosses the bridge is a broken intestine person.

After crossing the Broken Intestine Bridge, it's a life-seeking platform, right?

Legend has it that the river is also covered with red and blood-like flowers, and the flower name is Manzhu Sahua. The blood-yellow river is full of lonely souls and wild ghosts that cannot be reincarnated, and there are insects and snakes all over the water.

On the Nai He Bridge on the Lechuan River, the three bridges will identify people.

Looking back at the hometown, I was full of sorrow and tears.

The flowers on the other side of the Huangquan Road, the road of fire calls the previous life.

Yama judges debate good and evil, and Qiqi is overly concerned.

The ghost king of the ten halls said cause and effect, and Meng Po soup irrigation is the next life.

I don't know how similar this place is to that place, and what will happen to these people, may you have good luck with it.

"Is the song on the bridge a sad song?" The index finger and middle finger hooked and let go to pick out a few monotones.

"Do you want to listen?" asked the man in the white jade mask in a slow voice.

"The best. ”

"Can you hear me?" the woman in red had some questions, didn't she have to step on the stone bridge to hear it?

"I'm sure I can hear it. The corners of Qinchuan's mouth smiled, her eyes were still the scene of flying flowers and flowing water in the eyes of everyone, but she knew that what she saw was someone standing holding the piano in the sea of flowers on the riverbank.

"What kind of answer is this! Hey, woman! Brother, they can't do it because you're a woman, but I can't, aunt, grandma, you'd better think about it before you reply." The whip of the woman in red was very close to Kotogawa's face.

Qin Chuan's smile remained the same, but he just raised his head to look at the man with the white jade mask who was in charge.

The mad Taoist stared at Qin Chuan's seemingly empty and godless ink pupils, which were actually empty and barren, and everything was not in it, and frowned, as if he remembered something, and whispered a few words in his ear.

I saw that Jin's brows also furrowed, and he looked at Qinchuan for a while with eyes that seemed to be skeptical and curious, as if assessing whether a treasure was a fake or genuine, and then said, "Nian, you go." ”

"Yes!" the black-clad guard stepped onto the stone bridge without hesitation.

In Kotogawa's eyes, the posture of the 'person' on the other side changed, and 'he' put the piano on his lap and hooked the strings like her.

The ethereal and faint sound of the piano sounded, and Qin Chuan's hands were hooked and twisted. This sound cannot be heard by the ear unless its bearer is able to psychic. But at this time, the sound of the harp was played by her eyes, with the help of her hands, and with the help of the harp under her hands, it was clearly played beyond the stone bridge.

That stone bridge is a spiritual thing, although it is the first time she has encountered such a supernatural thing in three lifetimes, but she is not flustered, Qinchuan she accepted it very calmly, after all, on the other hand, she is a kind of supernatural herself, isn't she?

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end, and only a few wisps of sound remained in the ears.

Qin Chuan looked at the broken strings expressionlessly, gently stroked the qin god with his severed fingers, his eyes seemed to be happy and sad, and his low and heavy voice was not as clear as before: "I'm sorry." ”

"You woman!" the whistling sound of the whip piercing the air was accompanied by the woman's shouting and shouting: "Guy who is dragging his feet, he really shouldn't ......"

When Qin Chuan just felt the sharpness of the whip, a slender hand held the whip, and the owner of the hand just made the woman swallow all the anger with a slightly cold look.

"Brother Jin!" What is this worthless woman still doing? Huo'er didn't finish speaking, but she knew that Brother Jin understood what she meant.

Bow your eyes slightly, is it worthless? Hehe, this woman's value has not been measured? Even if she only rushes at her two tricks, how can she be worthless......

"How's it going?" the soft voice seemed to be afraid of scaring people, as if asking if the woman was frightened.

"No problem. Qin Chuan just stared at Qin, how could he be confused by his words? There is no good for no reason, and there is no hatred for no reason, compared to his teammates who have supported him all the way and shared hardships many times, how could he, this shrewd man, blame his own people for destroying the city wall because of himself? So he asked her to understand, not how she was, but how to cross the bridge.

"The flying flowers on the bridge are in the water, and the people who cross the bridge are broken intestines. The tone was faint, as if she had gone through endless years, and she had seen a delicate flower blooming in the wrong season and the wrong place in the long river of time, and the wrong mistake made her wither and wither, but she persistently waited.