The mountain where the Sword Court is located is the Lieyun Mountain in Qingwan. The mountain of ancient pines stands upright, looks like a dragon, and resembles a broadsword. The sparse forest is picturesque, several pavilions are discharged between the peaks and mountains, and there is a waterfall flowing down in the mountains, such as a thousand snow clouds. There is a majestic temple hidden in the clouds, and the courtyard wall is towering, all pink ochre red mud. The main hall is magnificent, and the eaves are blue tiles.

The wind was together, the snow leaves were flying all over the sky, the jade steps were crowded, and the flowers were all over the court. Lin Ziyun overlooked the mountains and rivers, and the sky and earth flowed in his eyes, and the wind and clouds swept away. He only came out of the customs today, and at this moment, he had sensed the touch of the formation in the mountain, and someone was breaking the formation.

Lin Ziyun already knew that there would be enemies coming to the door, in addition to the Nine Hidden Valley Dust Yue, and perhaps the opponents of the Tianjia Sect. Lin Ziyun asked his disciples to go down the mountain just to avoid this catastrophe.

Over the years, these enemies of his have been dormant, not without revenge, but withholding them. The Sea Immortal Palace has entered many Feather Stage cultivators, and the top combat power of the human realm is much less, so these enemies have not acted for a long time. It's not that no one has sought revenge over the years, but Lin Ziyun has entered the feathering period and easily avoided it.

This time, Lin Ziyun's declaration of retreat to the outside world will undoubtedly attract the attention of these enemies. Therefore, Lin Ziyun has already been mentally prepared.

He stood quietly under the eaves, the cold sunlight shining on his pale cheeks like a cold flame. The back is rickety, like a peach branch oppressed by the residual wind. It is no longer ink hair, dyed with the gray of time, just like the cool breeze in an ink painting. Lin Ziyun took out a handful of pipa from the storage bag and sat on the white stone steps piled with yellow leaves and flowers.

He also asked himself, is it wrong to survive, is it wrong to protect himself, is war wrong, is it wrong to fight?

Neither, maybe it's the way of the world that's wrong. Perhaps, it is impossible to distinguish between right and wrong! Right and wrong are not only in people's hearts, but also like good and evil, and like black and white.

Forget the eyes, the day is near and far away. He also has a way that cannot be sought, and a law that cannot be fulfilled.

“...... Zheng Zheng ...... "The spring river tide is even with the sea, and the bright moon on ......the sea is born together."

It is the eternal "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" that is quietly blooming, and it is "Sunset Xiao Drum" that is dancing. It is a swan song that has been praised for thousands of miles, like the bright moon falling in the mountain stream, falling in the flower forest, falling on the fishing fire by the river, falling in the Youlan Sky Valley, and falling into the hearts of everyone under the Jianting Mountain. The sound of the song is pervasive, just like the sound of flowing water slowly seeping in, and it also breaks into it like a clear stream of snow, like a rain dripping on a long-dry land, and the river rushing in a dry river.

Before the man who drew the sword drew his sword, he drew his sword, and found him and entered his ears. Whether it is a swordsman, a murderer, or a hero, they all stand quietly, listening to the melodious music wafting from the sword court.

The sunset dyes the river red, and the breeze blows lightly. The scenery is full of beautiful scenery, and everyone seems to see the peach blossoms graceful, swaying in the wind, and the lights are lingering on the riverside. People's hearts have quieted down, and the four fields have become flat, the wind and clouds are rolling, and the water is clear and the sky is clear. Some people have smiles on their faces, kiss with the breeze with a smile, invite with the stars, and get drunk with the earth.

Immediately afterwards, the music was high, at that time, the moon climbed the South Mountain, the moon shone on the flower forest, the wind blew the river and the sea, and the water shadow was blurred.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky. It was as if the people heard the man who played the music rubbing the strings in their ears and playing the strings. Silence, heaven and earth are one thing, boundless.

Suddenly, the sound of the song changed, like a fishing boat flying oars, and the waves crashed on the shore. Some people were amazed, some frowned, some let out an "ah", and some held their breath...... It was as if everyone had stepped on the boat, moving with the wind and the waves. The moon moves, the stars move, the people move, and the heart moves.

Gradually, like the warm sun falling, it melts away some, melts away the restlessness, nervousness, hesitation, dazedness, excitement, happiness, anger......

The fishing boat is far away, and the world is lonely.

This is the moonlit night of the Spring River played for Liu Zhilian! At this time, the flowing water and floating clouds have passed, and the bosom friend has passed away, how can Lin Ziyun feel at ease?

A green lotus hangs down, and there is no moon like practice. The sunset is scattered, how to find a soulmate?

Lin Ziyun lowered his head and sighed, his fingers flying on the pipa in his arms.

Everyone heard the song in the mountains scattering again, and it was still the river and the moon. But it seems that something is different, the moonlight is not the moonlight just now, and there is a gloomy Luotuo passenger standing on the riverside, and there are people sitting in the fishing boat.

It's "Pipa Xing", it's Bai Juyi sending off, and Lin Ziyun is sending off.

Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off, maple leaves and flowers in autumn......

It's autumn, it's no longer the lingering spring night just now, the eyes are immersed in the vast river and the moon, and the eyes are the moon cage cold river smoke cage sand.

The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

Turning aside the picture scroll in the song, everyone who heard it was like seeing a woman sitting on a fishing boat and plucking the lute. The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if they are complaining about their lack of ambition. The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in my heart...... The east ship and the west boat were silent, and only the autumn moon in the heart of the river was seen.

When they meet, they are confidants, and they are both fallen people at the end of the world.

The song fell, Lin Ziyun looked at the empty moon in the sky, and sighed: "Who cries the most in the seat, Jiangzhou Sima Qing's shirt is wet." He wiped away his tears, his thoughts were long, and he remembered the time when he sang the moon with the willows, pointed out the mountains and rivers, and stirred up his heart. couldn't help but say loudly: "There is no end in heaven and earth, and human life is like frost." I am willing to show my friend's prescription. Intimate and set to send, put wine in this Heyang. Isn't the feed alone? Love is bitter and deep, is it worthy of the middle intestine? The mountains and rivers are blocked and far away, don't promote the long life. Willing to be a winged bird, Shi Xi soars high. ”

This is Cao Zijian's "Sending Ying's Family", which echoes in the wind, in the mountains, in the clouds, and in the ears.

The sound of the pipa has not yet fallen, it is still singing the boat night, singing the photo night, singing the flower forest night, singing the night of seeing each other and hating each other, and it is too late to sing!

It's finally over, Lin Ziyun sent Liu Zhilian away and sent away his confidant. He sat lonely on the stone steps, like a wounded man dying of old age. is so down, and the sorrow of thousands of miles is not as good as the death on him.

Hua Taoyao stood not far away and looked at Lin Ziyun, her eyes were blurred, and her eyes were soaked with tears. Her steps were gentle, like a mountain cloud passing slowly, and she was afraid to disturb him, so she just quietly approached him a few steps and stopped.

Lin Ziyun looked at Hua Taoyao with a smile and said, "It's rude!"

"He still treats me like that!" Hua Taoyao sighed heavily in her heart and said, "What kind of tune did you play?"

Lin Ziyun told her, and then asked, "Miss Taoyao, how many people are under the mountain?"

Hua Taoyao raised her eyebrows and said disdainfully: "There are a lot, I heard that there are eight major sects that want to trouble you." There are also people who come to challenge you alone, but I am afraid that there is already a long queue waiting for you. ”

Lin Ziyun nodded, lowered his eyes and said, "Don't worry, I still have a song to finish." After playing, Lin will meet these demons and monsters, immortal monks. ”

Lin Ziyun bowed up, holding the pipa in his arms, and twisting the strings with his fingers.

The notes danced, like boiling water sprinkled on the dusty streets, steaming hot, with the smell of mud, with the sour smell of leftovers, with patches of dust.

Hua Taoyao couldn't help but recall the past, and she remembered the most difficult years and the hardest years in her life. The family lacked cultivation resources, and she was conspired by her sisters and brothers, and was harshly reprimanded by the elders.

I can't tell what kind of note it was, everyone saw it differently, they all saw the misery and tasted the bitterness.

It is like the dust of history, insignificant and lightly attached to the wheel of history.

Hua Taoyao looked at the sky, as if she saw a newborn baby wailing and crying in a broken house, a child in tattered clothes rummaging for this food in the garbage heap in the alley, a pregnant woman who was pregnant in October and still farming, a dark-skinned man carrying goods in the cold wind, an old man with a faltering step begging on the street, a woman throwing herself into the river for love, and a scholar who was unwilling to do so, this is the bitter phase of all beings.

Hua Taoyao's tears fell gently, she was no longer crying for others, she was crying for herself.

Under the Sword Court, Lin Wuxian thought of his grandmother, remembered the days when he was a child and Brother Shi, and tears also floated on his face. Shi Su Lian also cried, she thought of her senior sister, thought of her parents, and thought of herself.

Cultivators have realized the Tao of Heaven, and their comprehension is far beyond that of mortals, and they are all moved when they listen to this song. Even the disciples of the Eight Great Sects bowed their heads one after another, the dust Yue of the Nine Hidden Valley was also sighing, and even Nalan Changxing clenched his fists. Nanguo and Hongdou looked compassionate, Hongdou showed pity, Nanguo just closed his eyes and chanted.

The pitch began to change, noisy, intense. The crowd seemed to see a scene of joy, and the flames were burning. It is the smile of youth, the joyful movement in the field, and the joy of stepping on the snow to find plums and smell the fragrance of flowers.

What some people saw was the Feather Flying Immortal, Qionglou Yuyu. Some people see the prosperity of the world, prosperity. Some people saw the king in the world and live a long life......

In another turn, everything was like a dream bubble, darkness struck, and the flood beast woke up the sleeping people. The flowers bloom and fall and fly red, like a virtual scene.

As the sun went away, the wheels of the car clanged, and the light seemed to be ahead, not far away. When night falls, night comes. When night falls, dawn is not far away.

"Big Waves and Sands" was played all over the place, Lin Ziyun sat on the ground, his fingers pinched, and the formation was scattered.

Everyone was immersed in the music, and suddenly saw the light disappearing, quickly calmed down and looked at the sword court.

The disciples of the Eight Great Sects said angrily: "Kill it, kill the evil demons, and do the right thing for the heavens." ”

Shi Su was shocked: "Big brother, why did you withdraw the formation?"

Lin Wuxian shook his head and said, "Brother wants to face these enemies. ”

Dusty Yue got up and said, "It's time for me to go!"

Nalan Changxing smiled and looked at the top of the mountain, and muttered, "Are you ready?" ”

At this moment, a solemn sound was startled. Everyone seemed to see thousands of horses galloping, thousands of armies fighting, war drums noisy, and banners waving.

This war song was played by Lin Ziyun for himself, he really wanted to see how to divide good and evil in this world?

He has the sword and the Taiyin Divine Spear in his hand, just ask them to come up and take a look, can you help him? Lin Ziyun watched as the monks gathered in the clouds and put down the pipa in his hand. The Taiyin Divine Spear beside him seemed to be about to roar and turn into a dragon, and the Phoenix Feather Blood Golden Sword that he placed in the sword box was also clanging.

He has exhausted the injustices of his life, so he will never show mercy at this moment.

Facing the Eight Great Sects, looking at the dusty Yue, Lin Ziyun shouted loudly: "Who wants to fight with me?"