Chapter 9: Shan Yue doesn't know what's going on in his heart

Boiled wine sencha, said that back then, a thousand trees and pear blossoms.

In the flute, in the dream, he changed his life.

Section 1: Konoha

When the man in white saw that he had driven away Yu Ziyin, he breathed a sigh of relief, and sighed in his heart: "I thought that in the past four or five months, my martial arts have made great progress, and this person is no longer my opponent." Unexpectedly, he also has an opportunity, and he will go further, and this victory is purely a fluke, if it is not for the benefit of the fish intestines, I am afraid that it will still be a lose-lose situation. ”

This man in white is none other than Yang Ling, a disciple of the Buddha Yunqi Lotus Pond and a hero who once went north to fight against Jin. During the Battle of Ningyuan, he sniped the Houjin Khan Nurhachi, and used his body as bait, although he was seriously injured, he finally survived. He just used his sleeve to fenc, and what was hidden in his sleeve was the fish intestine sword, and he didn't want to show it to others, so he didn't take it out.

Mo Junyan stepped forward and arched his hand and said, "Thank you brother Tai for coming to the rescue, my sister is grateful." Yu Meng also said words of thanks, and the four of them exchanged their names, and then went to the nearby teahouse to sit down and talk.

"Brother Yang, how did you meet that thief-eyed dao?" asked Yu Meng.

"Thief's Eye?" Yang Ling smiled dumbly and said, "This matter is a long story." Last year, Yang met him in a mill on the outskirts of Yangzhou, and he did it for the first time that night, and he left first after only three moves. At that time, Yang didn't know that he was a flower thief, and he didn't care. Later, in Dengfeng, I worked with others to design the arrest of this person, but this fang's martial arts were very high, and finally failed. ”

At this time, Ning Er carried the teapot and poured tea for the three of them. When passing by Yang Ling's side, he couldn't help but look at her a few more times. Ning'er seemed to notice his gaze and hurriedly lowered her head.

Yang Ling immediately asked: "Mo Shaoxia and Miss Yu must be the disciples of the Kunlun Sword Saint Yang Muyun's predecessors, we should not be outsiders, so who is this girl?"

Mo Junyan said: "My sister and I passed by here, and saw that Miss Ning'er 'sold herself to bury her father' with a pitiful background, and was bullied by the bullies here, and her heart was unfair, so she helped her drive away the wicked and bury her father. Miss Ning'er was not allowed to be here, but she was grateful to the two of us, so she went with us. ”

He said it tactfully, but he also made the ins and outs clear. Yang Ling listened quietly, and put the raised teacup to his lips, as if he was savoring the faint fragrance of tea, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Mo Junyan asked, "Brother Yang, but what do you think of?" "Ah, nothing. Yang Ling took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and said with a slight smile. He sat on the southernmost side, with his back to the street, when he glanced behind him, consciously or unconsciously. Mo Junyan looked in his direction, there was no one, but Yang Ling seemed to see something, and the brows that had just stretched out furrowed frowned again.

"Ha, three, it's really unfortunate, Yang is suddenly a little anxious, so let's leave, let's meet again." After Yang Ling finished speaking, he stood up, arched his hand towards Mo Junyan and the others, and then walked out of the tea house.

Yu Mengqi said: "Why did something happen suddenly? I'm afraid he just saw something." Mo Junyan nodded and said, "I think so too." He thought to himself: "When he heard Ning Er's expression, could it be that he was suspicious of Ning Er?"

They chatted for a while, and when they saw that it was getting late, they found an inn to stay. After dinner, Mo Junyan had one room for one person, and Yu Meng and Ning Er had one room. They asked for a double room, and Ning Er first served Yu Meng to lie down, and then fell asleep.

Yu Meng fought against Yu Ziyin during the day, he was tired, and he should have slept very well. But she was bedridden for a long time, but she never could sleep. She talked and laughed in front of people, laughed and scolded in front of Yang, Mo, Ning and others, without revealing half of her sorrow, but at this time, she was lonely and worried.

What she repeated in her mind was still Chongxiao's ruthless actions during the day, and what she repeatedly murmured in her heart was nothing more than the sentence: "Why do you want to do this to me?" she couldn't figure out why people's hearts could change so quickly. Three days ago, they had just said that they had just finished talking, and three days ago, they were still friends under the flower tree and talking about Fengyue. But only three days later, he spoke harshly of her, and he hated her to the extreme.

"I don't blame you for being fierce to me. But you look at you with such disgust...... You—Do you really hate me like that......" She couldn't figure it out, and she couldn't even understand why she was so distressed.

"Why should I draw my sword and stab him? But his martial arts are so high, how can he not see that my sword is not powerful?" She felt sorry for herself for a while, hated Chongxiao for a while, and couldn't help but defend him for a while: "He must have something unspeakable...... But even if there is something hidden, how can he treat me like this?"

"I knew that this river and lake was not fun, Xiaojun and I have been staying on Kunlun Mountain, carefree, how good it should be. But if it weren't for this Jianghu, maybe I would never have seen that strange man in my life......" She rolled over, bit her lip and thought, "What's good about him, if he doesn't make amends to me, I won't see him again for the rest of my life." ”

She shook her head one moment, the next. Since you can't let go, what can you do? I can only sigh and close my eyes silently. Outside the curtain, Ning'er breathed evenly, apparently asleep.

She unconsciously opened her eyes again and sighed: "Although Ning'er is not beautiful, at least she does not have so many troubles like me. Hey, by the way, seeing that Ning'er is very shy about that Yang Gongzi, don't you like him? Also, the surname Yang is really handsome, and his martial arts are also very handsome, but he is a little familiar, I don't know where I have seen it. Also, how can he make my Kunlun sect swordsmanship, today he is in a hurry, and he has no time to ask him, next time he has to ask clearly. ”

Yu Meng thought about it, and unconsciously lay down in the middle of the night, feeling a little sleepy. She was about to close her eyes when she heard a thin flute sound outside the window, and then she came to her senses again.

She thought secretly: "How can someone still play the flute in these three watches?" Suddenly remembered a person: "Isn't it the Xun shocking heaven that once appeared on the Qingfeng Tower?" Master said: 'If there is a sound at night, something must happen!'" Thinking about it, he hurriedly put on his clothes and got up, and picked up the frost that was placed next to the bed. She didn't want to pass by outside and wake up Ning'er, so she didn't wake up Mo Junyan, quietly opened the window, and jumped out with a slight stroke.

Yu Meng came to practice diligently in March, and in addition to Chongxiao's charming flute, he also has the ability to lean and internally competent. She has strong internal strength, and she has heard a lot of the sound of the Xiao Xiao, and her ability to listen to the sound and distinguish the position is no longer inferior to the world's first-class secret weapon masters. As she walked through the long street to the west, she felt that the sound was becoming more and more crisp, not the sound of a flute, but the sound of an instrument she had never heard before.

After walking more than ten steps, I saw a hexagonal pavilion not far away, and there was a faint figure in the pavilion.

Yu Meng tiptoed and slowly approached. The man in the pavilion was dressed in white, with a folding fan pinned to his waist, with a long body and a beautiful posture. But when I saw that he put his hands to his lips and his eyes were closed, and the sound sounded from his lips, he could not see what he was blowing.

Yu Meng listened quietly. She used to listen to He Shu play the piano in the past, and recently she has listened to countless Chongxiao songs, and she almost heard everything in the ancient style of music. Besides, she remembers it very well, and she will not forget it after listening to it, and it can be described as knowledgeable but not negligent. After listening to it a few times at this time, he knew that he was playing a song "Xizhou Song", and thought: "This ancient song of Yuefu was originally a expression of lovesickness, could it be that this person is missing his lover?"

She listened and listened, and unconsciously murmured: "The sea dream is long, and I am also worried." The south wind knows what I want, and blows dreams to Xizhou. The man was blowing to the end of the stanza, when he suddenly heard a human voice, stopped playing in a slight astonishment, and hurriedly turned around.

The two looked at each other and smiled unconsciously. It turned out that there was no one else in this pavilion, it was Yang Ling who made a righteous move during the day.

"It turned out to be Miss Yu. Yang Ling saw the salute, Yu Meng said: "Brother Yang is so interested, in the middle of the night, he is still playing "Xizhou Song", isn't there something on his mind?" She smiled slyly and squinted at him, wanting to spy on his secret from his expression.

Girls are always so curious, that's nature, and it doesn't change with age.

Yang Ling's face did not change, and he smiled: "Where, I just can't sleep." Walking around, I saw this pavilion leaning down to the southwest, and on a whim, I played a song indiscriminately, which made the girl smile. I just don't know what happened to the girl?"

Yu Meng said: "What's the matter, just lying on the bed and not sleeping, just a little sleepy, I heard your flute, so I came out to see." Yang Ling hurriedly said: "It turned out that I disturbed the girl's dream, I'm really sorry." ”

Yu Meng glanced at him and said with a smile: "You really disturbed me, and you should make amends." I just wanted to sleep, but because I listened to your "Xizhou Song", I couldn't sleep at the moment. As she spoke, she thought to herself: "The sea dream is long, and I am also worried." It's really in line with my current state of mind. It's just that what is he worried about?"

Seeing Yang Ling's solemnity, she teased with her heart: "Now that I'm half sleepy, tell me about it, how can I compensate for this good night's sleep?"

Yang Ling was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: "How can you pay for a good dream? What's more, even if you fall asleep now, what you do may not be a good dream." He didn't know what problems she was going to have, but he was at the expense of himself, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "What does the unknown girl say?"

Yu Meng stretched out his right hand, his palm spread. Yang Ling was puzzled and stared at her.

Yu Meng said: "What, can't you show me what you have in your hand?"

Yang Ling was relieved, smiled awkwardly, and lightly handed over the things in his hand to her palm, and the two of them touched their hands, and their faces were red.

Yu Meng hurriedly retracted her hand, although she was generous, she was a woman after all, and in the dead of night at the moment, with a handsome man, it was inevitable that she would be shy. She puffed out her cheeks, and saw that Yang Ling handed over to her an ordinary poplar leaf, and wondered in her heart: "He actually used this thing to blow such a beautiful and pleasant "Xizhou Song"? ”

Yang Ling saw Yu Meng carefully looking at the leaves in his hand, and smiled unconsciously and said: "This poplar leaf was taken from the poplar branch behind Miss Yu, if you want to say something strange, it is only more symmetrical and smooth than other leaves." Blowing leaves, orange, poplar, maple, holly and other leaves can be, but you need to choose moderately flexible leaves. Leaves that are too tender are soft and difficult to pronounce, old leaves that are too hard will not have a soft tone, and leaves that are too large or too small will make the tone unfocused. ”

"You know a lot. Yu Mengxiu raised her eyebrows, put Konoha to her lips, and asked, "Is this blowing?" Yang Ling nodded slightly, Yu Meng blew lightly, but it was silent.

Yang Ling said: "If Miss Yu is interested, can you let her face go down and instruct the girl to play?"

"What are you doing in a melancholy, do you want to be my master and just say it?" Yu Meng teased.

Yang Ling smiled awkwardly and said: "How dare you, the respected master Yang Muyun is a respected veteran in the martial arts, Yang is just a nobody on the rivers and lakes, how dare he dare to be the master of the senior disciple of Yang?"

Yu Meng wanted to say: This Yang is also Yang, but seeing that he is so serious, and this sentence is inevitably disrespectful to his teacher, he smiled and chirped: "You are really not fun." Okay, please teach me how to play!"

Yang Ling took back the leaf from Yu Meng's hand and wiped it gently. Yu dreamed that he used his right index finger and middle finger to slightly fork, gently touched the back of the leaf, and held the lower edge of the leaf with his thumb in reverse, so that the upper edge of the leaf held by the index finger and middle finger was slightly higher than the lower lip, and then blew the leaf, and sure enough, it made a crisp sound.

Yang Ling blew a section, then handed the leaf to Yu Meng, explaining: "This wooden leaf blowing is to change the vibration frequency of the leaf through various techniques such as mouth strength, mouth shape, and tongue tip, finger tension or relaxation of the blade, so as to blow different sounds of high and low and strong strength. To make it sound differently, you need to use different amounts of air, and the lips will loosen and tighten to control the flow of air......"

Yu Meng listened to him and understood it generally. At that moment, I put the leaf to my lips, and sure enough, I blew out the palace tune. Then, under the guidance of Yang Ling, in less than a moment, she had mastered the blowing method of Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu.

Yang Ling said in his heart: "This girl is really enlightened, and her qualifications are only above me." He remained silent, pointing as he jumped up on the poplar tree, picked a few leaves, held them in his hands, and then jumped down.

Yu Meng played a few tunes according to his teaching, and the leaves had softened, and the sound had become an unpleasant "porphyry". Yang Ling said: "This leaf is no longer usable, and the airflow from the wood leaf blowing has caused great damage to the leaves, and the leaves must be replaced after a few blows." Now, these leaves are for you, and they can be replaced. After he finished speaking, he handed the leaf in his hand to Yu Meng.

Yu Mengxin said: "This person is very careful, he expected that this leaf was about to be unusable, so he prepared the leaf in advance in case of emergency." She thanked him, took it from his hand, was stunned for a moment, and then played a song "Thoughtful". Yang Ling followed her beat and slowly chanted:

"Thoughtful, it's in Hainan. What is the use of asking the widow, the double-beaded tortoiseshell hairpin. Use jade to wield it. Wen Jun has his heart, and he pulls miscellaneous and destroys it. Destroy it, when the wind blows its ashes! From now on, don't be lovesick, lovesick and the king! The rooster cries and the dog barks, and the brother and sister-in-law should know it. The autumn breeze is solemn and the morning breeze is soothing, and the East must be knowledgeable!"

After the song was finished, two long sighs, four eyes facing each other, and then separated.

He was thinking in both hearts: "Why is this song "Thoughtful" so provocative?"

Yang Ling is cautious and silent by nature, accustomed to deep thinking and does not want to speak with others. Yu Meng is more bold than that. Finally, she broke the silence and asked, "Why is Brother Yang so emotional?"

Yang Ling hesitated slightly, after all, he had not had a deep friendship with Yu Mengchu, so he didn't dare to put his heart into his heart, so he only smiled and said: "The girl is a beginner in Konoha, and she played so wonderfully, although her skills are still a little sluggish, but the emotions in the song come from the heart and are sent out in the voice, which really makes Yang admire." ”

Yu Mengmeng knew that he was perfunctory, but listening to his praise, he couldn't help but be happy. She immediately changed the topic and asked, "As far as I know, this wooden leaf blowing is rare in the Central Plains, I don't know where Brother Yang learned it?"

Yang Ling said: "What Miss Yu said is that Muye was originally Hu Le, which mostly occurred in Guizhou, Yunnan, Hunan, Guizhou and other places, and there is no shortage of such in the northeast line. Yang had been in the Northland for a few months, and a friend taught him how to play Konoha leaves. ”

Yu Meng smiled and said, "I see. You must be missing your friends in the Northland, so you can't help but blow in the dead of night. ”

Yang Ling smiled awkwardly, inconvenient to explain, and only nodded.

Although Yu Meng's mind was not delicate, she was clear, she saw the other party's eyes flickering before she nodded, and immediately understood that she had guessed wrong, and the other party did not want to tell her the truth.

She is an open-minded person, and then smiled, and when she was about to speak, she suddenly saw Yang Ling's expression cold, and said awe-inspiringly: "Since you are here, why be sneaky?"