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People send winter fences, lights in half of the city, and long pavilions on the ancient road, just to immerse themselves in the charm of this song, and the whole capital is quiet. (Ran Library (7764))

The sound of the flute, which is about to be, stops and falls, and suddenly starts to sound the strings, but it is like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, with some tactfulness, around the brick wall that has already climbed with moss, and sent it into the ears of everyone in the palace.

It's too fast, but it's so wonderful!

Lin Ning sat casually on the blue brick glass, looking at the wind and snow in the wanton sky, the flute was blowing, his body was already covered with ice and snow, and his eyelashes were also condensed with a layer of ice crystals.

But the hand that held the flute never wavered.

"Xuan'er, play it, take out your best technique, play it to your heart's content, I will accompany you." Lin Ning sat on the roof, his fingers were sharp, and they danced together.

In the courtyard, everyone was completely intoxicated by this wonder.

"It's Lin Ning, this is Lin Ning's flute." The moment the flute sounded, Xuan'er immediately heard it, this flute sound was so familiar and nostalgic.

She took a deep breath, put her slender fingers on the guzheng, and played the first rhythm, like poetry, picturesque, and even more like splashing ink landscapes, freehand inexhaustible.

The strings and flutes fit perfectly in the sky, the wind howled, the snow danced, and everything fell into the hands of two people.

It seems that the whole world is waving and painting with the two of them.

"The cold winter wind on the pillow enters, the windowsill is against the candle, how to solve the lovesickness;

Leaning on the incense curtain in the twilight, sad and sad, who does the glass of wine complain to?

The jade man in the boudoir has affectionate eyes, looks forward to Junlang, can't take care of it, plucks the strings, although it is two people;

Let the scenery change year after year, just wait for you to come! ”

This is a very ordinary "Sorrowful Fu", but anyone who learns music theory will know a song, its melodic rhythm is delicate, and it relieves the sorrow of lovesickness.

At this moment, the two of them everywhere, although they don't meet, they can interpret such a song in a dreamy way, and they can achieve such a tacit understanding without any practice, which is simply breathtaking.

Two tones and one song, it seems that two lovers who have not been able to see each other for a long time suddenly meet together, snuggle and embrace, and never separate for a long time. Playing to the depths of love, the guzheng on the stage and the flute in the distance suddenly rose high and low, like big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, and the strings were like silk pianos.

It's a lot of fun.

"What a beautiful tune." The emperor suddenly stood up from the dragon chair, stepped down the steps, and walked to the stage step by step, his face was not just as simple as surprise.

There are countless musicians in the palace, a generation of emperors, who have already read the dance of the world and smelled the music of the world, how can they never hear the wonderful music.

However, which one can be compared with this simplest "Sorrowful Fu"?

He hated to memorize this song through his mind, store it in his brain, put it in his heart, and never forget it for a long time.

Listen carefully, even the generals present who don't understand music theory are like drunk, as if they want to fall asleep, but they are reluctant to sleep.

At the end of the song, everyone is scattered.

In the end, this song still slowly fell into rhythm in the midst of endless regret. It was short-lived, and by the time everyone woke up, there were no performers on the stage.

Leave a sigh in vain!

Xuan'er rushed out of the courtyard, through the lobby, around the corridor, and ran far and wide, until she was out of the Nine Kings' Mansion, and she slowly stopped.

Staring blankly at the sky.

"Are you gone?" She stretched out her hand, and a snowflake fell on the palm of her hand, melting, and the tears that could no longer be stopped fell with a snap.

Bean-sized teardrops, like beads of broken thread, dripped down the snow, scalding out one small hole after another.

In a hurry, a figure gradually disappeared and disappeared.

He will never come back......

The wind and snow, on this day, forever became a memory, this night's Dajin, just like many years ago, quietly, very quiet!

……

Later, it wasn't until the second year that Ruyan came out of retreat, and at this moment her injuries were no longer serious, and her cultivation returned to her peak state.

When she learned the news from Mu Cheng's mouth that Lin Ning was no longer there, she just smiled very easily, didn't say anything, stayed in the capital for a few days, and then went on the ancient road outside the city one night, in the direction of the extreme west, and no one knew what she was going to do there.

Maybe she has her own plans!

As for Mu Cheng, at the beginning of the spring of the second year, he finally rescued his master under the Soul Rejuvenation Pill refined by Lin Ning.

With tears of excitement, the master and apprentice hugged each other for a long time, and Mu Cheng told him that he and his life were saved by a real immortal master, and in return, he had passed on the refining experience to the other party.

When his master heard this, he didn't blame Mucheng, but there was a faint sadness on his old face, and he said: "My old life is completely picked up, and the refining experience or something was originally taught to you Mucheng, since it is your own thing, how to deal with it, as a teacher, I have no right to ask." ”

Of course, the two of them had already moved out of the attic, arranged by Tu Xiongcheng himself, and lived in the backyard of the palace. After that, Mu Cheng told his master about Lin Ning's deeds every day, until his master died of a serious illness many years later, and the palace gave him a generous burial.

Mu Cheng also left the capital, traveled and traveled, and before leaving, he also inquired about the location of Lin Ning's mother's tombstone and worshiped for several days.

Today's Xuan'er has long since faded from her youth and has become a wonderful lady of the Nine Princes' Mansion, whether it is Lin Feng or Lin Tian, she is old, Rao is the former martial arts world, and she can't escape the ravages of the years.

In order to continue the incense of future generations, Lin Tian personally presided over the wedding of Lin Qian and Xuan'er. Xuan'er knew that Lin Ning had become an immortal, and she was a mortal, and the immortals were separated, so naturally they couldn't be together.

It was with the will of the old man Lin Tian that he tied the knot with Lin Qian, the newly appointed King Jingming, the ninth prince. The remaining eight kings and grandsons have grown up and appointed the throne of the prince one after another.

The two generals of the Great Jin Dynasty also passed away one after another after the kings and grandsons appointed the princes.

One night many years later, the night sky was clear, and the moon was in turn,

In the courtyard of the palace, a tiger-headed child, about five or six years old, with a pink and tender face, like water tofu, snuggled in his mother's arms, crystal shining eyes, quite lovely, the wisdom in his eyes was like his father, and at the moment he was listening carefully to his mother reading ancient books for him.

"Unattainable, unfathomable. Take the streamer, plan the flying scene, Ling Liuxu, and dissolve through the Han. Out of the supreme, into the inferior. Through the door of sweat, swim in the wilderness. In a trance, if it is like a watch. Swallow Jiuhua in the clouds, chew six qi in Danxia......"

"Mother." The child called, he pointed to the moon in the sky, and asked curiously, "Mother, do you say that there are really gods in this world?" ”

"Yes, of course, my mother saw it when she was young."

"Mother, you liar, how could you have seen the fairy grandfather?" The child was in disbelief and sprang out of her arms.

"Not only my mother has seen it, but your father has also seen it, and several of your uncles and royal brothers have seen it. Moreover, the fairy doesn't have to be an old grandfather. She smiled softly, like a spring under the moon, beautiful and moving.

She stretched out her fingers and gently scratched the child's nose, amusing the child.

At this time, the man who was drinking tea next to him looked at the bright sky deeply and said, "Xuan'er, where do you say he is now?" Has he already flown into the sky, maybe he can still see the Queen Mother! ”

"Don't talk nonsense in front of Qing'er." She scolded slightly, and smiled again, "Maybe, maybe it's really in the sky." ”

With this sentence, memories from many years ago came flooding back.

"Qing'er, is it okay for my mother to tell you a story."

"Okay, okay, I like to listen to stories the most." As soon as the child heard that there was a story to listen to, he immediately clapped his little hands and jumped up happily.

He lay quietly in his mother's arms, only listening to his mother's narration: "A long, long time ago, there was a fairy, he lived in a bamboo forest, he could play the flute, the flute played very well, and there was a little girl who grew up with him beside him......"

On summer nights, it is a little hot, and the breeze blows gently, brushing the hair, and brushing the legend that has been passed down for a long time......

(Volume 1, End!) ）

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