Hearing Wu Bin say that he wanted to transfer Lu Fenfang to the teahouse, Lu Youwu was relieved: "That's great, this girl is suitable for running errands as a waiter in the teahouse, and what kind of security guards are with our group of big men, which makes everyone uncomfortable." ”

Wu Bin corrected his statement: "It's not an errand, I want her to be an apprentice with this ninth uncle and learn the tea ceremony." ”

"Huh? That's really...... A good thing. Because he was too happy for Lu Fenfang, Lu Youwu didn't know what to say.

"I don't know what she thinks, if she comes to work, you let her come to see me......"

Lu Youwu immediately said, "Okay, as soon as she comes, I'll ask her to come to you." ”

"Hmm. ”

Wu Bin turned around and went back to his wooden building, because he didn't want the clothes he had just mended to be hung up by the thorns in the mountain again, and he had recently temporarily stopped his activities in the mountains. He was waiting for Lu Fenfang's little vest to be ready, and the snakeskin vest should save him a lot of trouble.

His mood has fluctuated a little in the past two days, generally speaking, people who have passed the big and small Zhoutian, and can easily enter the realm of Sanji Tuokong, their minds are as solid as a rock, the reason why he has fluctuations is naturally not because of the spring heart, but because he had a strange dream for three consecutive days, in the dream he rode a white horse, but the horse's mane was not pure white, but like a gray defeat, he was a prince charming for a moment, he wailed silently, followed by the white horse, blown away by the wind, like a faint cloud......

He didn't know what kind of symbolism this was, and he didn't resort to Zhou Gong's interpretation of the dream on the Internet, but in any case, every time he woke up from this dream, he felt that the barrenness of the years and the impermanence of the world, sometimes he thought deeply, as if the meaning of life had become a little absurd.

So I couldn't help but torture myself:

If today is the last day, what is there to do? What is there to remember?

This kind of torture was always a struggle, especially for a young man like him, who had just experienced a seemingly broken love.

He picked up a small brush and wrote an essay called "Forget It":

Forget it, a one-man show, the more exciting it is, the sadder it is.

Forget it, it's only you who can defeat me, only you, only you.

The night is getting cooler, and the stars are lit up little by little...... They shimmer with diamond-like sounds, with a fantastic sky behind them.

It should be a beautiful day, even if you can pick up the stars, you can't wear the bright on your chest. The starlight is confused, the eyes are blurred, the universe is empty, and the mind is shattered inch by inch......

Wandering under the night of the first day of the lunar calendar, the moon is like your eyebrows, turning one corner after another, passing through one bright window after another, like a film of the years frame by frame, a scene of human tragicomedy in the wall, I don't like or mourn, only the arc of the star falls, sadly across the iris.

Forget it, the years are falling like stars, and my groans can only be a brief witness, and no one can see the light devouring in the black hole, just like the world will erase all traces of love.

Forget it, although it will hurt and hurt, but forget it, just like forgetting the open and withered flower, like forgetting the scar that no longer bleeds, like forgetting the delphinium that wandered in front of the court last year, like forgetting the insects in the sleepless night, like forgetting the warmth of the moment of beauty......

Let time go back, back to the moment we met, we are just strangers, there is no lightning of love at first sight, there is no lingering conversation. Let time turn a corner here, go in another direction, from now on there is no longer a melancholy beauty in my heart, from now on, there will be no more bitterness and bitterness, there will be no more rain and rain for you, there will be no more future, and the years will be wasted in the dream garden.

Forget it, we melt the ice blade that was inserted into the heart with our blood, and then create a lovelorn scene without a murder weapon...... Forget it, one day, when we think of each other, we will also smile open-mindedly and say: It's better to miss each other than to see each other.

Writing this, he became more and more embarrassed, so he simply picked up the yaoqin and composed the same name for this essay, but this seemingly sad proposition, the melody is lofty and open-minded, occasionally desolate and trembling, and more often it is love in a high place and does not know what to do. The feeling of walking through time and space turned into musical notes like a dream, flashing on the path of the mind that could not be traced. Compared with words, this song "Forget It" can hit the heart more and arouse deeper emotional resonance.

And Wu Bin flicked to the back of the eyes have been cold like a knife, he suddenly got up, holding the bamboo, although the sound of the piano has stopped, but the melody echoes in his heart, he should follow the rhythm of a move to practice, sometimes jump up to the blue sky to catch the bright moon, occasionally split the sky and down like the Milky Way falling nine days, that move in a style sometimes sad knots, sometimes ruthless, forget it! A sword splits time and space!

Wu Bin reined in his emotions, and took a long breath: "The piano score is the sword score, today I finally have some understanding, it turns out to be a love into the Tao, if the emotions are integrated into the sword score, when facing the enemy, your own emotions can also envelop the opponent, and even shroud the heaven and the earth, your own sorrow, then the heaven and the earth are sad! If you are angry, the mountain will collapse and the earth will crack! In this way, if you enter the sword path with love, the swordsmanship is no longer fixed, and the ever-changing system is all one heart! Such a sword, let me ask the world, who dares to beat its edge?"

However, although Wu Bin had a first glimpse of the sword path with affection and nature, he knew very well that his comprehension was not solid, and he still needed to practice diligently in order to be perfect.

According to the experience of different stages and different environments, as long as there is enough inspiration and emotional experience, a person will create countless works, which can be regarded as endless creation;

And the contagiousness of his emotions, from shocking the enemy's mind to controlling all things in heaven and earth, is also a never-ending cultivation process.

At present, Wu Bin, he feels that he can't absorb the other party's mind at all, at most, his emotions have a more harmonious resonance with the sword moves, making the sword moves look more mellow and perfect, and there is a long way to go to reach the height he imagined.

Because the song has been composed, he took some time to record the Yaoqin song "Forget It" with his mobile phone, so that he has two self-composed Yaoqin songs in his mobile phone, one is "Floating Life & The Wind Continues to Blow", and the other is "Forget It" that is completely emotional.

Not only that, but these two scores also correspond to sword scores with different themes, and although this sword score originates from the 36 styles, it has long been reborn. Even if they found a master who was proficient in the swordsmanship of the Dan School, they would only think it was plausible, and Wu Bin's own sword score looked much more profound.

Because of the theme of the sword spectrum, let a set of swordsmanship all under one theme, making it a chapter, that is really a qualitative leap, especially when this kind of theme is not only manifested in the sword moves, but even can control the other party's mind and even the harmony of heaven and earth, then it is not an ordinary juggling sword move can be compared, it has risen to the level of the mysterious sword.