A pair of mandarin ducks hovered and flew in the air, singing from time to time. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info three children about ten years old walking on the official road. Nie Tong and his party finally walked out of the grassland, along the avenue, and walked towards the villages and towns where the crowds lived. Nie Tong and Ye Wuregret always held hands, looking very intimate. Mu Shuiling followed alongside him step by step, constantly communicating with Nie Tong, trying to understand Nie Tong's cultivation realm, and trying to take away the gray mandarin duck.

Nie Tong remembered the master's teachings, and did not reveal the master's surname, nor did he show the monk's magical powers. As for the sale of the gray mandarin duck, he categorically would not agree. Although he also knew that the gray mandarin duck and the colorful mandarin duck were a pair, although he couldn't bear to let them separate, he just didn't give up. He has long been accustomed to the days of getting along with the gray mandarin duck day and night, how can he be willing to give it up?

Mu Shuiling was actually able to kidnap the gray mandarin duck with the colorful mandarin duck. The reason why she didn't do this was because she was new to the mortal world, especially because she was full of curiosity about war, so she decided to be with Nie Tong and the others and travel together.

Nie Tong and Ye Wuregret's travels were aimless, and they both hated war, so they unanimously decided to walk west. Mu Shuiling wanted to see the situation of the war, but he didn't understand the current situation, so he had to stay with them temporarily. Seeing that Ye Wuregret and Nie Tong were always holding hands, she also wanted to pull Nie Tong's hand, but as soon as she held Nie Tong's hand, she was separated by Ye Wuregret.

Ye Wuxian was very grateful to Mu Shuiling for saving his life, but he was unwilling to let Mu Shuiling get close to Nie Tong. Whenever Mu Shuiling wanted to pull Nie Tong's hand, she stopped it. Later, in order to prevent the two of them from holding hands, he simply grabbed Mu Shuiling's hand and didn't let go. In this way, it became her holding a person in one hand, separating Nie Tong and Mu Shuiling on both sides. Mu Shuiling saw that he couldn't hold Nie Tong's hand, and he no longer insisted. Nie Tong was as pure as a blank piece of paper, so he naturally didn't care. The three of them held hands and walked forward together.

The official road is very long, lined with barren fields, and a small village is next to the official road. Seeing the village, Ye Wuregret ran over excitedly. She was so hungry that the only dry food they had had had been given to the "strange old man". She wanted to ask for something to eat in the village, but as far as her eyes could see, there were ruins, and the village was long gone.

The disappointed Ye Wuregret pulled Nie Tong on the road, looking for the next destination for begging. The road is long, the wilderness is endless, and the silhouette of the green hills looms in the distance. It was nearly noon, but dark clouds were in the sky. It's going to rain.

"It's too slow to walk like this, so let my mandarin ducks give you a ride." Mu Shuiling seemed to be impatient. She let out a clear whistle and attracted colorful mandarin ducks flying in the sky. Perhaps to test Nie Tong, she just pulled Ye Wuregret to rise into the air and landed steadily on the mandarin duck's back. The colorful mandarin duck fluttered its wings and flew forward.

Nie Tong couldn't fly, and watched Ye Wuregret and Mu Shuiling being carried away by colorful mandarin ducks. In fact, with his current ability, he can fly the Imperial Object for a short time. However, he had nothing to control, and no one instructed him how to fly, so he had the cultivation of Jindan Dacheng, but he had nothing to do, so he could only watch the wood water spirit fly away. Mu Shuiling has a flying Aya, but he doesn't even have a wooden sword.

The gray mandarin duck followed the colorful mandarin duck for some distance and flew back again. It didn't give up Nie Tong after all, flapped its wings and flew back, habitually grabbing Nie Tong's hair with its claws, dragging him towards the colorful mandarin duck.

"Let me go! Do you see it? People are using...... Packed. ”

Nie Tong felt a pain in his scalp and immediately screamed. However, no matter how much he shouted, the gray mandarin duck did not react. He hurriedly grabbed the thin leg of the gray mandarin duck with his hand to reduce the pain on his scalp as much as possible, but he kept shouting in his mouth: "You are too small to carry me...... But, what are you...... Grab my clothes! Why...... Flying and grabbing my hair......"

Mu Shuiling and Ye Wuregret saw Nie Tong being caught by the gray mandarin duck and flying, and their moods were different.

Mu Shuiling felt that Nie Tong was extraordinary, and he just felt funny when he saw Nie Tong's appearance. She smiled and said, "What a change! Giggling, caught by his own birds and flying, it is really extraordinary! ”

Seeing Nie Tong being caught by the gray mandarin duck and hanging in the air, Ye Wuregret's face was full of anxiety, and he shouted nervously: "Brother, you must hurry!" Gray mandarin duck, go down, hurry down! Seeing that the gray mandarin duck had no reaction, she immediately begged Mu Shui Ling: "Wood fairy, let's not fly, hurry up, let's go down?" Otherwise...... My brother will fall......" Ye Wuregret tightly tugged on Mu Shuiling's arm, afraid that she would fall, but she was even more afraid that Nie Tong would fall. She has lost her mother, and she no longer wants to lose this trustworthy and relied on "relative".

"Giggles, Sister Ye, it's okay. It's going to rain, so let's go to the foot of the mountain over there and find a place to shelter from the rain. It's okay, it's coming soon. Mu Shuiling responded with a smile. Seeing that Nie Tong was just complaining, but she was not afraid, she was not in a hurry at all. If it weren't for Ye Wuregret, she wouldn't even have to avoid the rain. As a water spirit, she has never been afraid of rain.

The group flew in the air without danger, and if anyone saw it, I am afraid it would be a strange sight. Fortunately, there were no mobile phones at that time, otherwise, they wouldn't have taken pictures!

In Ye Wuregret's nervousness and anxiety, the three of them quickly landed at the foot of the mountain. Ye Wuregret hurriedly ran towards Nie Tong, stroking his messy hair for him.

"Brother, are you alright? Scratching, right? Damn gray mandarin duck, let it catch it a few more times, and it won't catch your hair yet! Ye Wuregret said with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay. Brother's hair...... It's tough, it's fine. Nie Tong was down-to-earth, and he was relieved. He was really afraid that the gray mandarin duck would not be able to catch him and throw him into a puddle of mud. After several days of practice, he now speaks much more smoothly.

Mu Shuiling ignored the two of them, she was looking for a place to shelter from the rain.

"Listen, it seems to be the sound of a. Oh, over there. As he spoke, Mu Shuiling ran along the foot of the mountain.

"Really? If there is the sound of a flute, it means that there is someone, but I am hungry. Ye Wuregret heard Mu Shuiling's words, and hurriedly pulled Nie Tong to follow.

Nie Tong listened attentively, and also heard the intermittent sound of the flute. He quickened his pace, keeping pace with No Regrets, and chased forward.

The dark clouds were pressed low, and scattered raindrops fell. The sound of the whimpering flute gradually became clearer, conveying the sadness of loneliness and indescribability.

"Here." Mu Shuiling's figure flashed and disappeared into the mountain.

Nie Tong and Ye Wuregret quickly chased after them and saw a small valley hidden by the mountain wall. This valley is only ten zhang square, and the entrance is narrow, allowing only one person and one horse to pass. The whole valley was surrounded by mountain walls, and it would have been difficult for them to find it if it were not for the sound of the flute. Mu Shuiling stood at the entrance, not deep. Nie Tong and Ye Wuregret almost bumped into her.

The rain fell on the three of them, but they did not move forward, but looked at everything in the valley, and they were all silent. The sound of the flute whimpered beautifully, coming from the thatched pavilion at the end of the valley. The pavilion is supported by four logs, and the top is made of wooden sticks and covered with thatch. There was a slender young man in the pavilion, with a lonely expression, sitting upright in the pavilion and concentrating on the flute. There was a wooden table in front of him, on which was a guqin. Next to the wooden table stood a sword. On a pillar on one side of the pavilion, a brown-red horse is tethered.

In the middle of the valley is a lonely grave surrounded by wild chrysanthemums. The yellow wild chrysanthemums bloom brightly, and each one is as brilliant as a lover's eyes. The raindrops falling on the yellow flowers are like amorous teardrops, which makes people feel infinitely sad. Although the wild grass on the periphery is dense, it seems to become a foil, which brings out the brilliance of wild chrysanthemums. On the inside of the lonely grave, there is a tombstone, and because the tombstone is facing inward, the inscription on it cannot be seen. Other than that, there is nothing else in the small valley.

The raindrops were dense in a line, and the three of them still did not go to the grass pavilion to take shelter from the rain. The young man finished playing the flute, looked up and saw the three people in Taniguchi, nodded and said, "Since you can find this place, please come and take shelter from the rain." But don't make a lot of noise and disturb your beloved wife's sleep. ”

Nie Tong and the three nodded, quietly walked over, and entered the grass pavilion to take shelter from the rain. The young man nodded at them, ignored them, and began to play the guqin on the wooden table.

The sound of the piano is also low and tactful, as if it is pouring out something. The three children seemed to be infected by the atmosphere, and all remained silent, quietly listening to the sound of the piano. They saw that the tombstone in front of the grave was engraved with a line of big characters: The tomb of his beloved wife Li Wanqiu.

On the ground in front of the tombstone, there are several plates of fruit offerings, which are particularly attractive because of the rain.

Ye Wuregret looked at those fruit offerings, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, and his stomach became even more hungry. Don't look, those things can't be eaten. She thought to herself, but her eyes always looked there involuntarily. Nie Tong was also a little hungry, but the feeling of hunger was not strong. Mu Shuiling was really like a mortal fairy, standing quietly behind the man, listening intently to the sound of the piano. There are spirit stones on the body that can replenish vitality, and it is common to not eat for a few days.

The young man seemed to have forgotten the existence of the three people around him, and actually sang to the sound of the piano. The voice is tactful and poignant, like crying and complaining.

"The iron sword has been idle for a long time, and when I buy a drunk and push a cup, I still miss it. Acacia willows before the flowers under the moon, the bleak wind and cold rain are emaciated. The barren grass and lonely monument are heartbroken and drunk, the old hatred is new and sorrowful, and it is difficult to get rid of the blame. The spring flowers bloom and the butterflies show, and the double flies and stays after dusk. ”

The rustle of rain outside the pavilion could not hide the sadness and desolation revealed in the song. This song is low and slow, as if it is inexhaustible memories in the heart, and the unspeakable sorrow is sung. The sound of the piano is also quiet and soothing, stirring the pulsating heart, and occasionally the clear and passionate string sounds, which are fleeting like splashes, disturbing the heart lake.

The man was completely forgetful, stroking the piano and singing repeatedly, over and over again, as if recalling the beauty of the past, the tenderness of the past, and as if telling the unwillingness and infinite regret in his heart.

The three children who sheltered from the rain did not know what kind of tragic story had happened to the man, but when they saw the lonely grave, saw the heartbroken appearance of the young man, and heard such a lingering and mournful song, they were all infected, and unconsciously shed tears.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there were already puddles on the ground. The rain fell into the puddles, splashing blisters. The man sang in a hoarse voice and burst into tears. He picked up the wine gourd beside him and took a few big sips in a row. immediately rushed into the rain curtain, rushed to the tombstone, and while drinking, he told love words:

"Wanqiu, how can I live alone without you...... Wait until I get my revenge...... I'll come back to you...... We're never going to be separated again......"

A gourd of wine was quickly drunk, and the man fell drunk in front of the tombstone, holding the tombstone with both hands, like hugging a lover who had been reunited after a long absence. The rain fell on his face, on his body, but it didn't wake him up.

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