Anzhou, belongs to the land of the roof of Qianyuan, in Xiongzhou to the north of Dajin, the early days of the founding of the Qianyuan Dynasty was called Ruizhou, since Emperor Hui after the surrounding soldiers bees encroached on the land, the original roof hinterland became the line of the beacon fire in the future, nearly 30 years Qianyuan and Dajin and relatives three times, married three princesses to show and heart. In addition, the discord between Beibi and Dajin did not occur before the alliance between the two countries encroached on Qianyuan, and Qianyuan Zhezong changed Ruizhou to Anzhou, intending to be stable, and Anzhou became a buffer between Beibi and Taijin.

Anzhou has the longest vein, most of the plains, the state is divided into three counties, both counties are on the front line and Dajin across the river, and only one county in the state has the most stable livelihood is Tongjin County.

Tongjin County is the hometown of the first emperor of the Qianyuan Dynasty, formerly known as Yan Zhao, more than 700 years ago, the first emperor unveiled the pole uprising in this place, the first emperor gave the county name Tongjin, and took the meaning of "life is also the same Jin, death is also the same township" to pay tribute to the three hundred soldiers who revolted with themselves.

Therefore, the ancient city houses in Tongjin County are the majority, among which the thirty-seven ancient houses three hundred years ago are the most famous in the world, the thirty-seven ancient houses belong to the same family surnamed Guan, everyone's surname is Guan Shuangzi has been fasted, and the later generations respect Mr. Yi Zhai is known as the Qianyuan Qu Sheng, although it has been more than a hundred years, there is still singing.

Yan Zhao since ancient times is the place of outstanding people, there are countless literati and ink writers, thousands of years ago out of two famous generals through the ages, one person in a white robe and a spear and one zhang eight spears, all of them are the courage of the air pressure ten thousand people, plus the first emperor of the Qianyuan Dynasty, there is a Mr. Changli in later generations to leave a book to praise and say, "The land of Yan Zhao has been more generous and sad since ancient times" and added a bit of heavy atmosphere to this Yan Zhao.

Tongjin County.

A three-storey courtyard and the 37 ancient houses of the Guan family yearn across the street, this courtyard is located in the noisy area of Tongjin County, but the door is closed all day long, the owner of the small building has not shown up for more than ten years, only a slave dressed as an old man in the armor goes out of the courtyard on weekdays, doing some work to buy objects, although the surrounding people have never seen the master, but they are extremely curious about the master, the fifteenth day of the first month of the house will be the master of the piano, although there is no piano and the sound but does not reduce the sound of the ear and the heart.

Today, this seldom came to the single building ushered in a long-lost guest, a middle-aged scribe in a white feather crane robe did not inform the owner, pushed open the door without authorization, and the old man who slept lightly on the second floor heard the sound of footsteps, got up and blocked the staircase, and looked downstairs with the strength of his hands as if he was facing a great enemy.

The white-clothed scribe felt the turbulent qi in front of him, looked up along the stairs and chuckled silently, the old man and the white-clothed eyes couldn't help but be stunned, and quickly dispersed the strength of his body, let go of the staircase and saluted: "Sir." ”

The white-clothed scribe bowed slightly, walked upstairs slowly, and asked softly, "Where are you?"

The old man smiled and said helplessly: "The master never goes downstairs." ”

It was not the first time that the white-clothed scribe came to this single building without the old man leading the way, so he went up to the third floor in his robe, and after bypassing a jade screen, he arrived at the place where the owner stroked the qin on weekdays, and the tea table and piano room was a bedroom.

The piano room is empty, the bedroom door is closed, a hardwood piano table is placed according to the window and there is a paulownia wood guqin on the piano table, the paulownia wood is black, faintly glowing with green, like green vines wrapped around the ancient wood, the hardwood piano table is simple and this gorgeous guqin is extremely inconsistent, ordinary and the piano in the same place can not find a trace, only a pot of stamens that can not be opened is placed aside, a couch and the piano table opposite the couch there is a tea table in the bed, the tea table does not put a lid, only a few coarse porcelain bowls and bulky teapots stacked together, the charcoal stove that boils the water rises hot, the heavy kettle on the stove is also boiling gas, and the various furnishings in this room are incompatible with the guqin。

The man in white is not polite, sitting on the couch and making tea with a pot, the owner of this house does not like to drink fine tea, but is very fond of the high crush that the poor people can not choose, it is better to say that it is a useless miscellaneous, it is net to sieve the remaining tea residues together, only the poor and tea-loving tea guests love to drink this kind of high crush, this kind of tea can only be brewed with a large pot, the boiling hot water will lose the shape of the tea powder is all stirred, in the pot like the stars in the sky like a revolving ripple, and the name is full of stars, in which the tea fragrance is far more dry and heavy than the fine tea.

This tea is not suitable for tasting, a big gulp of cow drink a few cups can drink a different heavy feeling, the man in white even drank a few cups and felt a little interesting, just about to pour tea again, the bedroom door slowly opened A sleepy-eyed middle-aged man came out of the bedroom, snorted coldly: "You really don't see the outside, steal my rare starry sky." ”

"You don't see it, you know that I'm still sleeping so soundly when I'm here. The man in white poured two bowls of tea and soup and said with a chuckle.

The middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the couch, drank it all in one gulp, regardless of whether the tea soup was boiling or hot, wiped his mouth and said, "If you don't enter my piano building three times, what will I do with you?"

The man in white couldn't help but shake his head and said, "I still can't hide anything from you." ”

The middle-aged man said abruptly, "Why are you running around for your unlucky apprentice again?"

"Well, if you have nothing to do, you should go. ”

"I've been a Wensheng for 20 years, and I'm old and old, and I can't rest when I'm tired, and I can't figure you out. The middle-aged man looked puzzled.

Zhang Baiseng looked at the stamen that could not bloom, shook his head and smiled: "It's like I don't understand why this win is the same as the fake, why I have been guarding this flower here for thirteen years." ”

"I don't understand either. Win Tongpseudo couldn't help but smile dumbly.

Zhang Baiseng looked at the guqin on the piano table, and said, "Play a song." ”

Win Tongpseudo shook his head: "It's not a day." ”

Zhang Baiseng said indifferently: "I want to hear it." ”

Win Tongpseudo sighed, got up and sat in front of the guqin, stretched out his hand to pluck the seven strings on the piano, dropped his fingers and the palace, Shang, horn, and sign, and lightly plucked Wen, Wu, and Yu with his back hand.

Zhang Baiseng, who was dressed in a white feather crane robe, heard the sound of the piano, such as climbing a high mountain and stepping on flowing water, and dyed white snow in his heart, and like a drizzle of bananas.

I thought of the lonely grave buried on the shore of the East China Sea, and I thought of the girl's reddish cheeks.

Yes, there are not many love words in the world, a woman's blush is better than a large confession, there was no rouge before, the girl's face was only red for the lover, and then there was rouge, so I couldn't tell the truth from the falsehood.

The more time passed, the more he seemed to forget the woman's appearance, whether the woman was tall or short, fat or thin, whether she was cold or phoenix with spring eyes, but he couldn't forget the red clothes under the moon, and he couldn't forget the phoenix in the pavilion.

The song is difficult to share, and the two people who have not seen each other for many years listen to the same song and read different people in their hearts, but this person is a little similar, they are both old people.

The aftermath lingered, and a song of heaven slowly stopped, but the two of them thought far away and their hearts were full of twists and turns, and who could know, for a long time, Na Ying Tongpseudo wiped away the tears in his eyes, returned to the couch, and drank a bowl of stars that were already cold.

"I am sorrowful, playing the green Qi, going through the mountains and flowing water. Lu Qi is indeed right. Zhang Baiseng is not as useless as winning the same pseudo, but there are no tears in his eyes, and he continued: "The same song of the phoenix, if you win the same pseudo early birth millennium and the same sage Sima Changqing at the same table as the qin, I don't know who is higher and who is low." ”

Ying Tongpseudo laughed at himself and sighed: "The old times are gone, what about the high and low?"

Zhang Baiseng couldn't help but smile dumbly: "Pseudo-Shuangjue also has such a time of regret?"

"Everyone in the world calls me a win-win double-stricken, but you, a sour Confucian, dare to call me a pseudo-double-shang. Winning Tong, who is known as the champion of qin and chess, couldn't help but laugh and scold, looked at the cold outside the window, and continued to ask: "How many steps have you paved for your unlucky apprentice?"

Zhang Baiseng looked at the frost marks in his hair, and sighed: "It's a paved to Duhetang, let's take a few steps while this old bone can still move." ”

Ying Tong snorted: "You and that crazy monk are really scheming about this child. ”

"Be a teacher, as it should be. ”

"Then Qingcheng was really lost by the Dingyi monk?"

"Well, the mad monk went to the sword shrine a month ago. ”

Winning Shuangjue thought about the three-foot Qingfeng, and said with a slight bow: "Self-proclaimed Qingchengzi, it is a bit interesting to fight with that Jin family kid without winning or losing." ”

"Mr. Shuangjue can still be so transparent about the affairs of the world, and he is really relaxed. Zhang Baiseng said playfully, paused and continued: "If you are really so idle, let my apprentice come to your piano house for a few days?"

Winning Shuangjue felt a headache when he thought about it: "I don't have the same idle mind as you and the monk, I still have to guard this flower." ”

Zhang Baiseng looked at the misty stamens and couldn't help asking: "After thirteen years, do you still want to keep it?"

Ying Tongpseudo smiled bitterly and asked rhetorically, "Then you don't want to climb that tower in the future?"

Speaking of that tower, Zhang Baiseng's eyes rippled, and he nodded: "Up." ”

"That's not it, I also have to guard, wait until the clouds disperse and the flowers bloom, and enter Chang'an in a thousand miles. Ying Tongpseudo sighed and said, and the chill in his eyes boiled when he said Chang'an.

The two of them were far away, and they didn't say anything for a long time, and Win Tongpseudo took the lead in coming back to his senses and asked, "You pave the way for this child so much and want this child to climb the tower for you?"

Zhang Baiseng shook his head and said: "I don't want to, the affairs of the older generation are stories, and the stories and stories are some things that have passed away, so there is no need to let the younger generations be distracted by me." ”

Ying Tongpseudo looked at the cold wind outside the window, and said indifferently: "If the flowers bloom first, I will accompany you to the tower." ”

Zhang Baiseng said frankly: "No need, when Changge is more stable, I will go by myself, and after more than 20 years, it is time to accompany her." ”

Win Tongpseudo, known as Mr. Shuangjue, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm afraid I can't beat him?"

The white-clothed Wensheng smiled bitterly: "She doesn't love sandalwood, I'm afraid that the monk won't be able to burn incense." ”

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Xiongzhou City.

The sun was setting, and the official road of Xiongzhou ushered in three horses, and the young man led by the horse stopped reining, looking at the words on the gate of Xiongzhou and suddenly thought.

How difficult is this journey?