As soon as I walked out of the backyard, I heard Fairy An's voice as indifferent as water:

"If you go and strike an egg on a stone, you will surely die. ”

Jiang Changan walked in front of her and sat down, no matter how noisy and noisy it was outside the courtyard, this area was a rare quiet world, and he smiled and said, "I know, but I have to go." The people of the dragon clan can't make a move, but Jiang Chang'an can. ”

"Why?"

"Why?" Jiang Changan's eyes rolled a few times, and the corners of his mouth smiled, why? It may be because he only has a few days to live, and there is no pity to die, and it is good to be able to do something; it may be because there are not many friends like Long Yuling around him; or it may be because he doesn't want to be helpless like back then. Specifically, he can't tell, and he doesn't need to be clear.

He turned to say: "This time I went to Langhuan Pavilion, no matter what the result is, I hope that Sister Fairy will not save me again." For idlers like me, there are enough people who have offended the Ancient Holy Land Lin Xianfeng, but I have one thing, I beg Sister Fairy to agree. ”

Before he could speak, Fairy An had already replied: "Lin Xianfeng once had some relationship with the Ancient Dragon Clan, if the Dragon Clan had any trouble, the Ancient Holy Land would never stand idly by. ”

Jiang Changan's face was rare and serious, and he bowed his hand: "Then thank you." There is no power to repay in the next, if there is an afterlife, be a cow and a horse, and return you. ”

Fairy An suddenly said, "Are you so sure that it is Ling Wuji's hand?"

Jiang Changan just shook his head: "Although I only have a one-sided relationship with Ling Wuji, it is enough to find out his character, he is arrogant rather than proud, and he is completely different from the talented people of ordinary families." ”

At this moment, the outside of the door was even more noisy and noisy, Bai Qiong hurriedly rushed in, and ran over with a panicked face: "Sir, I don't know where the rumor came from in the city, saying that someone saw with his own eyes that the person who hit the Dragon Clan's Young Master Dragon was Ling Wujian of the Ice Phoenix Clan. ”

Jiang Changan said: "Before, I could only guess seven, seven, eight, eight, eight, but now I can be sure that someone is playing ghosts." ”

Fairy An said lightly: "How can you see it?"

"It's very simple, the dignified Holy Son of the Ice Phoenix Clan, the first day of Dongzhou, almost always doesn't go down the mountain or out of the pavilion on weekdays, he just appeared in the Moon Viewing Pavilion once a few days ago, but now someone can recognize it at a glance, and it spreads through the ups and downs, which can only show that someone is building momentum. ”

Jiang Changan smiled slightly and looked at Bai Qiong: "If you guess correctly, there are rumors that I have sent a letter of challenge to the Ice Phoenix Clan, and one day I will specially visit the Ice Phoenix Clan of Lang Huan Pavilion and fight to the death with Ling Wujian?"

Bai Qiong's expression was stunned, and he said in surprise: "Mr. is really a god, yes, according to legend, Mr. has written a challenge letter and sent it to the Ice Phoenix Clan, and he will fight to the death outside Langhuan Pavilion three days later." Rumors like this have gone crazy in the city. ”

Jiang Changan's face was surprisingly calm, this was the third game of Aji's game, killing people with knives, provoking each other, not only winning or losing, but also deciding life and death.

"Three days. Jiang Changan sneered and joked, "It's really a coincidence, if he said that I might not be there in four days." ”

"No, sir...... Where are you going?" asked Bai Qiong nervously.

Jiang Changan stopped talking, got up and opened the courtyard door, Du Heng and Kong Jinglin stood in front of the door, and behind them stood many disciples led by Hu Fatzi.

Jiang Changan bowed deeply, and in an instant, the rest of the people bowed in return, and made a way out of the way, and the whole scene was quietly depressed from beginning to end.

Before Jiang Changan walked out, he saw an old and thin old man curled up in the corner of the wall a few meters away from the courtyard gate, holding a red and blackened erhu in his arms. His eyes were deep but sharp like a falcon, and he looked at him with a smile, and although there were many wrinkles, he revealed a strange fortitude.

Qin Fenggu's eyes showed a sense of appreciation, and he wiped the erhu in his hand, gently wiping it like a lover, brushing the strings and drums, and not a little dust fell.

To Jiang Changan's surprise, in addition to Qin Fenggu, there were three other old men sitting on the ground next to him, these three old men were all old and faint, nearly ninety years old, and they did not have a good body like Qin Fenggu, they were all gray-haired.

The first old man was blind, the second old man had no arms, no shoes on his feet, he was very flexible, he could do things with his feet that no one else could do with his hands, and he was talking to Qin Fenggu about something, Jiang Changan saw that this old man had no arms, but also no tongue.

He had long been a person who couldn't speak, and Qin Fenggu responded to those Zhiwu who seemed to be "spells" in the eyes of outsiders one by one, and he was not tired at all.

Jiang Changan walked over and said with a smile: "Junior, Jiang Changan, I have seen Mr. Qin and three old gentlemen. The three old gentlemen, presumably are friends of Brother Qin's stupidity?"

The blind old man and the old man who lost both arms bowed their heads when they heard this.

At this time, Jiang Changan set his eyes on the third old man who had no return gift, he lost a leg, his eyes looked at Jiang Changan curiously, and his face was as wooden as the other two.

Jiang Changan also said that the other party had a strange temper like Qin Fenggu, but he heard Qin Fenggu laugh and said: "You don't have to pay attention to him, this old guy was deaf in both ears back then, and he has already become a deaf person." ”

The old man with a broken leg guessed that Jiang Changan was about to salute, so he gently hugged his fists and returned the salute.

Some hazy sky light shone on the faces of four people, one blind, one mute, one deaf, and one erhu, four old men who stepped into the grave with half a foot.

"Brother Qin, what is this for?"

Qin Feng's body was thin and weak, and his voice was hoarse but powerful: "Doesn't Little Brother Jiang want to listen to a majestic tune?"

Jiang Changan smiled: "Yes, you and I met for the first time in Moon City, and later on the Qianshan Crossing, I asked to hear the supreme music played by this erhu in your hand." ”

Qin Fenggu chuckled: "There was no performance before, but there was no soul because there was a tune in the air, and today the old man specially invited this 'soul' over! Next, you have to listen to it!"

Jiang Changan immediately sat cross-legged on the gravel road, and all the gentlemen and disciples sat down on the ground.

The courtyard was quiet and only the wind whined through the crack in the door.

As Qin Fenggu's palm grasped and pulled, the sound of erhu dispersed to the entire courtyard like water lines, and everyone's hearts trembled.

The sound of the erhu is long, sometimes like a spring breeze blowing through the green and fluffy grass, sometimes like a few birds singing on the branches, and sometimes like the autumn rain, sad and moving.

After a while, the blind old man beat the tambourine in his arms with his bare hands, and the sound of the drum seemed to urge the music to run quickly, and the heavy tambourine sounded like a violent storm. Small, light and dense.

This drum sound is different, it is as clear as a crane, as thin as a chant, like a cold spring waterfall, like a rain hitting the sycamore. The sound of the drum closely follows the rhythm of the erhu, sometimes it suddenly turns to urgency, and then it suddenly becomes heavy, like a wild wave crashing on the shore, a thunderbolt soaring into the air, sometimes tight and sometimes slow, or like a drop of residual leakage, or like the urgency of bursting beans.

Suddenly, the mute old man, who lacked arms, began to sing, and there were no tragic lyrics, but the most tragic intonation, sung in the simplest voice, and his eyes contained tears, as if he was screaming with all his might, and grieving in a thick, composed, soft voice, and when the joy turned, the high notes shouted with the joy of victory, but it was this real and really more moving than the sound of heaven.

Jiang Changan found that the deaf old man who was missing a leg couldn't help but tremble, he couldn't hear a sound, but he could sense this awe-inspiring fighting spirit and indomitable courage. Immediately picked up two stones and struck them, closing the rhythm of the chanting.

Jiang Changan was shocked and moved by the scene in front of him, he seemed to be able to see the grand scene of blood on the battlefield, as soon as the bones were dry, the white bones were paved into a ladder, there was no real peace after the war, just a pause, Qin Fenggu was very clear, Jiang Changan was also very clear, as long as there were people, there would be war.

The music is high, like an eagle striking the sky. Suddenly it was as sharp as thunder and lightning, and suddenly it was like a gossamer. Or like the gallop of a frightened horse, the fish and dragon walking the gorge, or like the light of lightning, the ice armor clashed.

It wasn't until a long, long time later that Jiang Changan learned from Du Heng that these four old men had participated in the war between Dongzhou and Western Manqiu decades ago, and they were also the disabled people left at that time, they were the heroes of a country and a symbol that should be remembered by an era.

And now, the drama is in power, and an alchemy event can decide the winner with the appearance of a face, which has to be said to be a kind of sadness.

After the song, Jiang Changan was deeply shocked, in addition to the intricate wrinkles on Qin Fenggu's old cheeks, there were a few more tear stains, and how many brothers in the past were gone, leaving only a few people to pinch their fingers and wait for death.

Suddenly, the four of them burst into laughter and poured out heroic words, and the stirring words vibrated and knocked on everyone's heart.

Qin Fenggu stood up suddenly, like a storyteller who had met Jiang Chang'an for the first time, three or two sentences of unpopular poems, half of which were given to white clothes, and half of which were given to brothers:

"A long song of ghosts, the mountains and clouds and hookah are not disturbed, looking back at the stars in every way, daring to scold the small mountains of the sky! He is gray-haired, and he is aroused, and he is shocked!"