The county lord of Linglong looked at his back, and didn't know what to say, did he really want to dream of dying in the environment? Li Bai, why don't you want to wake up? Why? Time still passed day by day, and before I knew it, another month had passed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, there are at least two black corpses in the outer gate every day, and the black of the sky is getting stronger and stronger, and even nearly half of the sky has turned black, black, suppressing everyone, making everyone afraid, and making everyone overwhelmed.

Feng Yuanhua looked at the sky every day, hoping to see his father come back, take the road away, and let everyone take it off.

He looked calm, but in fact he was very scared, and finally uncovered Sanshan's heart, recognized Sanshan as his father-in-law, and finally had a father, he didn't want to, and he couldn't see his beloved father from now on.

Feng Yuanhua was lying on the grass, looking at the sky, the Linglong County Lord was silently watching him on the side, the immortal crane Li Fenglian fell on the branch, and when she was surprising, she was also very peaceful, she didn't coo, mocking the Linglong County Lord, all this was her dream, even if it was a dream, the Linglong County Lord also felt Li Fenglian's sadness and heartache.

For a long time, Feng Yuanhua sat for a few days, sometimes looking at the sky, tears in his eyes were rolling, maybe he had never felt his father's love, so that Feng Yuanhua, who had been withdrawn since childhood, cherished it extraordinarily.

Or Li Bai, who was deep in his soul, also felt the richness of this love, was deeply infatuated, and didn't want to wake up, all of this is really indescribable.

Another month passed in the blink of an eye.

And today! Miyama is back.

But it is back ... A corpse that has turned black! There is no vitality left, and it has completely turned into a dead corpse!

The whole immortal remembered the bell...

That's the death knell!

The death knell rings, once, once, again...

Not every disciple dies, there will be a death knell, even if it is a core disciple, there is no such qualification, even if it is a personal disciple, there will be no bell to send off.

Unless it is a person who has made great contributions to the entire sect, he can have the bell of this immortal capital and protect the way for him.

In addition, only when the Supreme Sect falls, will the death knell of the entire sect ring.

When the ninth death knell echoed, Feng Yuanhua's body shook violently, and he slowly raised his head.

"The bells..."

Feng Yuanhua muttered, his heart was filled with fear all of a sudden, at this moment, what exercises, what women, what glory and wealth, all disappeared in an instant.

His body trembled, an answer that made him seem as if he was swallowed by darkness, and when it came to his mind, Feng Yuanhua's body trembled, and he stood up suddenly.

"Dad..." Feng Yuanhua's body rushed out in an instant without hesitation.

He rushed out, and the whole person turned into a fast Changhong, which couldn't be faster, and flew straight to the cave of the three mountains.

The death knell, in this heaven and earth, in this immortal capital, constantly reverberates...... One sound, one sound, when the thirteenth sound sounded, Feng Yuanhua appeared outside the cave mansion of the three mountains.

Looking at the tightly closed gate of the cave, Feng Yuanhua's eyes flowed with tears, and he knelt in front of the gate.

"Father!"

This voice was not high, but it spread throughout the entire Third Mountain, and Feng Yuanhua's eyes were moist.

Everything about himself was given by his father, and he didn't have this blank of his father, he was carefully hidden by Feng Yuanhua on weekdays, he didn't want others to touch it, and even he didn't want to touch it.

Feng Yuanhua's heart was tearing, at this moment, he felt that the heavens and the earth had lost their color, and an indescribable feeling descended on his whole body in an instant, as if his body had become a black hole, sucking away his soul, sucking away his life, and sucking everything from himself.

"Father." Feng Yuanhua shed tears, looking at the gate of the cave, the death knell of the outside world was still echoing, it had been ringed nineteen times, and every time it rang, there would be a cyan halo, appearing on the third mountain, and at this moment, in the void above the mountain peak, there were nineteen such auras.

"Don't cry." Just when Feng Yuanhua's tears fell from his cheeks and dripped on the ground, the door of the cave opened silently, and Sanshan slowly came out of it with a tired voice.

Feng Yuanhua's body shook suddenly, he raised his head quickly, without the slightest hesitation, he rushed in in an instant, walked into the dark cave, and saw the three mountains on the stone bed of the cave, the whole black as black charcoal, at this moment the latter was lying quietly on the stone bed, and the voice was the soul floating on the corpse!

Sanshan, his soul has bursts of white light flying out, in the middle of sitting.

The oil lamp beside him was now exhausted, and the light was faint, as if it would be extinguished when the wind blew.

"Feng Yuanhua, don't cry...... You have grown up, Daddy can't continue to accompany you, the road in the future, you have to rely on your own ......" Sanshan opened his hoarse mouth, transparent soul, with doting in his eyes, looking at Feng Yuanhua.

"I have no children and no daughters in my life, you are all I have, live well, go on strong... No... Want... Cry... The sound grew quieter and quieter, until it was completely silent.

Sanshan's soul became more and more transparent, and Feng Yuanhua stood aside, watching the corners of Sanshan's mouth move, but no sound came out.

Feng Yuanhua knelt in front of the stone bed, crying silently, he closed his eyes, his body and mind were extremely tired, as if he had fallen into his own memories, took out his father's favorite guqin, and played it slowly.

The sound of the piano... The silk is melodious, spreading throughout the immortal capital.

Feng Yuanhua was immersed in memories, using memories to make music, immersed in it, that was fatherly love.

Father's love, let Feng Yuanhua be immersed in it, unwilling to open his eyes, unwilling to open his eyes for a moment, he can't see Sanshan, and he can't see his beloved master's beloved father.

The bell rings all the time, day after day.

Feng Yuanhua sat in front of the stone bed, Sanshan's soul became more and more transparent, looking at Feng Yuanhua, a glance froze.

Time passed quietly.

Life seems to be calm like this, undisturbed and bland.

Feng Yuanhua is used to such days, and even he has thought more than once that if he goes on like this, it will not be bad, living in his memory, as long as he can feel his father's existence... That's it.

He didn't want to open his eyes and never see Sanshan again, if he knew the result, Feng Yuanhua would rather choose to close his eyes forever and replace everything with the sound of the piano.

It wasn't until half a month later, when the bell became more and more high-pitched, that Feng Yuanhua knew that his father was really leaving, and that kind of inner reluctance, as well as bursts of complicated and indescribable thoughts, made Feng Yuanhua always feel melancholy in his heart.

The memories of these years are all contained in the sound of this piano... Silk Flow.

Admitting his mistakes, the whipping after that, and then the doting of the three mountains, in the Heavenly Tower, the father and son in this life, all of this, Feng Yuanhua can't forget.

"Father's love is like a mountain...... I don't know if this is the thought, which affected his piano sound, late at night that day, Feng Yuanhua played the last song, with notes in verse, containing love. What does this song contain, what kind of rhythm does it have, Feng Yuanhua forgot, he was immersed in the respect for the three mountains, immersed in the beauty of these days, immersed in the love of father and son in this life, put his hands on the guqin, and kept playing.

Every note is his memory, and it represents the color of his heart, gradually harmonizing together, no rhythm, no rhyme, some are just memories, memories of the scenes here, memories of the fatherly love that Sanshan gave him, memories of his father, a vague figure in the memories of his childhood.

The night sky, no moon.

Feng Yuanhua's piano sound, unconsciously, gradually came out of the entire cave with bursts of piano sounds, like fairy songs, or funeral songs, I don't know how to judge.

Sometimes cheerful, sometimes melancholy.

The voice was reluctant, slowly spreading, echoing on the third mountain, so that all the people in the third mountain, after listening, raised their heads one by one, and looked at the place where the voice came from the top of the mountain in a daze.

This voice, like the wind, blew through everyone's hearts, blowing a circle of ripples, shaking the memories in their hearts, as if recalling their former selves.

In this memory, everyone is different, like a grown child, looking at his father's bent spine, it suddenly appears, it turns out that his father is old, and his heart is a little sour.

As if recalling the youth, in the face of his father's strictness, the rebellion in his heart, he once said in his heart: "Don't be long-winded! ”

But many years later, in the face of the white-haired old man lying on the hospital bed, you held his emaciated hand, shed tears, and whispered in your heart: "Say more, my father." ”

Many people, unconsciously, put down all their cultivation and looked at the top of the mountain in a daze, not knowing that they had shed tears in this memory.

A female disciple of the third mountain opened her eyes, her eyes were dazed, her sadness slowly emerged, she thought of her home, thought of her memory, vague deceased parents.

"I want to go home......" the woman muttered.

The voice from the cave house reverberated throughout the immortal capital, Feng Yuanhua didn't know, he was immersed in his thoughts, and in this way, he integrated the thoughts that words could not express into it.

This plain, unremarkable, no beauty, no charm of the piano sound, because it contains emotion, because it contains Feng Yuanhua's thoughts, as if it has life, has spirit, and transcends nature.

After all, the most touching thing about this thing is love, although love is beautiful, but it is far less selfless than family affection.

The sound of the piano echoed, one after another, fluctuating the entire immortal capital, infecting millions of people, and also infecting many disciples, they were silent, her heart was extremely complicated, there was irritability, and there were memories.

Father's love is completely different from mother's love, he is more subtle, more silent, like a mountain, you go to see it when you are young, he is your protector. The boy went to see. He seems to become a barrier to your eyes. When you are young, you may feel that he has become shorter, and you think that you are taller than him.

But in middle age, when you go to see the mountain again, you will suddenly see that he has always been there, and he has been silently looking at his pride. Arrogant, selfish, and narrow-minded, he is tolerant, silently tolerant.

You will feel sour in your heart, and you will suddenly realize that this is father's love.

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