The star is divided into seven realms, and humans, beasts, demons, ghosts, and giant spirits coexist in this ancient land. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoSince the beginning of the world, the disputes between various ethnic groups have never stopped. Desire is like a butcher who can never reach the other side. This world of strong men will eventually tell every living being that it is eternal...... There is no end.

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The hanging bridge outside Zhongshan City, I can't see the moon, I can't see the immortals, I can only look at a bald old single tree, but why haven't I heard the whimper of the autumn wind, but the leaves have fallen in the world? He was waiting for a slightly cool autumn rain, but he only waited for a slight coolness, and there was no rain.

So he wanted to respond to the scene with a song that was not ancient, but absolutely unprecedented.

He stood there with a grim posture, his lips white and bloodless, his black hair tied haphazardly behind his head, dressed in a pale gown, with a straight back and a very resilient body, like a bow, a bow that could bend but not break.

Behind the young man was a sea of people and a mountain of people flowing with him...... Sea.

"This young man is going to blow that divine comedy again, what's the point?"

"He's just interested? Or is it telling a story? Tell it to the world. ”

"I'm more convinced he's telling a poignant story."

"No, second brother, this story is not beautiful, not beautiful at all, it's miserable."

He went all the way, playing this song every time he came to the city, and he never changed the tune. But just this one song is enough.

Beauty can sink fish, but geese can fall, so a song that is ancient and modern, can it "close the moon and shame flowers"?

At least make a world silent, right? He came into the world and whispered to it.

High in the smoke and clouds, he pulled out the flute behind him, lifted his breath, pursed his lips, against the same cold flute, he stretched his brows, and there seemed to be a feeling hidden in his eyebrows and eyes that could not be spied on, this feeling was extremely high, and even if he tried his best to look up, he could not see it.

This chaotic and disgusting scenery seemed to be lightly hooked at this time, and at this point, this heaven and earth had a god.

This pen is poured here, just right, for thousands of years, this mountain and this water, as if waiting for this deliberate stroke.

The first breath of the young man was uninhibited, so the flute made a sound, disturbing the slight coolness in front of him, and also weaving the root of love between heaven and earth, and the sound under the fingertips lingered in the clouds, lingering to the hearts of the people, and in the blink of an eye, it was inextricably linked, that love~ wandering...... Wander about...... Wander into people's hearts.

At this time, is it possible to climb the sea of clouds and see the Nanshan that you yearn for in your heart?

But the sound of the strings turned straight down, like the silver galloping down the mountain of this Zhong Mountain, he closed his eyes, no longer dared to open them, his fingertips were filled with heavy gold, trembling gently, how many years of dust condensed in his fingers? Pointing to the next turn, how many springs and autumns are there? The flute whispered in the mountains, like crying and complaining, trembling the feelings of a thousand years, even if the aftersound is like a net, it can't go away from the sorrow that seems to be the third world.

No, there is no Nanshan there, only billowing red dust.

Who is it, composing this acacia sound when the love is deep?

Who is it that whispers in this tune after suffering all night?

On that day, when the song "Yunshang Sue" was written, did Mingyue ever cry? Can the heavens also lament?

I'm afraid that only the miserable man stood alone in the cold moonlight, speechless and choking.

As soon as the song ended, the young man opened his eyes, and the world seemed to be cold, and the cold made him cry, slid over his cold face, and dripped on the jasper flute, broken simply.

"Childe...... Son. When Canghuang stepped onto the suspension bridge, one of the thousands of people behind him finally mustered up the courage to come out and call him.

These people, Canghuang understands, they just want an answer. And he knew that most people did not have good thoughts.

"Childe, three months ago, the old man was fortunate enough to listen to your divine comedy in Yunfei City, and since then, he has been unable to sleep at night, he has not thought about tea and dinner, the old man has been scrutinizing for many days, but he can't correct the sound, and today the old man has the courage to ask Gongzi for this volume of music scores."

The undried tears in the old man's eyes were still flickering.

Who knows, these nights, the old man's dreams are pinned on this nameless song, not only the music, but also the sorrow hidden in those dreams? It was so bitter that it made him cry.

On the contrary, Canghuang was a little stunned, and then he smiled, laughing so clearly for the first time in half a year, the old man asked for something, but he didn't ask for an answer.

Canghuang took out a roll of green skin from his arms, put aside some wide sleeves with his left hand, and respectfully presented it with his right hand, and then said: "Senior, this is a hand-copied scroll of "Yunshang Sue", you take it, if you can't play that tune, please don't be persistent." ”

This volume is just a pure score, compared with the original volume, there is a lack of a word quote, some Qihua is missing, and a period of love and hate is buried. The indescribable emptiness, it is just a volume of music at this time, and there is no longer a story.

At this time, the old man could no longer hold back the trembling in his heart, and took the score, but he didn't listen to a word of what Canghuang said.

"Yunshang v. ...... Yunshang v. The old man muttered the name of the song, and he burst into tears.

"The mourning is far away from Zhongshan, and there is still a bleak and lonely wandering." Someone closes his eyes, mutters, the flute is gone, and his soul is still wandering alone, like a child who can't find a home, no one to love.

"Boss, the day before yesterday, I heard you brag about the power of this song, and when I heard it today, this song is really amazing, and I can lose my heart." A one-eyed, bucktoothed man, with an intoxicated face, was obviously still immersed in the music of the phoenix, but he didn't know that his appearance really disturbed a little of the feelings circulating in this valley.

"Yunshang v. ...... Yunshang v. The old man was demented, holding a green leather roll, and after two steps, his figure disappeared on the suspension bridge.

The old man came inexplicably and left inexplicably, Canghuang knew that they were just a passer-by who played music and listened to the music.

"Childe, I don't know where you're going? The little woman can give you a ride. Without waiting for Canghuang to turn around, a graceful girl came out and asked kindly.

"Huh~ I'm sorry, I'm going to the Ninth Holy Domain to visit the sages of Buddhism. The girl's heart is understood, and since I am going to visit the Buddhist sages, I think I should go sincerely. Canghuang bowed, said goodbye, turned around and left, without any extra involvement.

"Hmph~" The woman was quite unhappy in her heart, as a daughter, she could put down her body and show kindness, but Canghuang didn't appreciate it, she was naturally angry to death.

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During the night, it rained in Zhongshan City, and it rained heavily. It's just cold.

On a cold windy day, the window leaves swayed incessantly in the wind. But the phoenix didn't shut it off, he stood in front of the window, as if hope could be seen outside the open window.

Tonight, something may happen, but who can stop it? It's like this sudden wind and rain, it's ironic.

"Alas~" a sigh came from the guest room.

Canghuang closed the window, he finally closed the window, it seemed that there was really nothing he wanted outside the window.

Then he turned, unpacked his flat bag, took out his pale robe, put it on, straightened his placket again, and leaned over to put on his fawnskin boots.

The occasional flash of thunder in the sky lit up the sky, and the side face seemed so quiet on such a noisy night.

"Squeak~" The noise of opening the door was almost drowned out in the rumbling thunder.

"Canghuang, the city lord has an order, please go to the city lord's mansion with me, the city lord has something important to discuss." Someone said in the darkness, "I didn't see anyone, I saw Sen's coldness."

This night was cold enough, but the armor and swords on the people in front of him made the cold breath of this night a little stronger.

"City Lord Fu's personal guards came here, do they want to take people away so quietly?" On the already overburdened chair in the guest room, an uninvited guest appeared, holding a cup of tea, and the steaming heat in the teacup was very special in the thunder light, like a wisp of incense drifting away.

Canghuang was more like an outsider, and he sat down. It seems that he doesn't know that his fate is going up and down in this storm.

The city lord's personal guard did not speak, but took out a golden brand from his bosom, the gold is very pure, which is engraved with the word "city lord", which is very eye-catching, Jin Huanghuang is still vassal and elegant tea drinker at this time, which shows that the weight of this brand can crush the majority of the human race.

"City Lord Order? Unexpectedly, even the lord of a city of the human race was so interested in this little boy. I don't know how the Holy Yang Emperor of the Great Tomorrow Dynasty felt at this time? Hahaha...... "The tea drinker looked up to the sky and smiled, I am afraid that this huge Zhongshan will also tremble."

"Use you little bastards to come to tempt, but the city lord Fu is hiding behind and cowering, it's really hurtful, it's better for this city lord to change me." The tea drinker lifted the lid of the cup, blew on it, and took another sip of tea, saying so casually, and so arrogant. Like this wind, like this rain, like this world with a wolf's heart and dog's lungs.

"You're looking for death." The guards stepped forward, facing the wind, furious.

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"Haha...... Bloody night, come, let's drink. "Above the gloomy clouds and rain, two people sat opposite each other, one was half-clothed, the other was surrounded by purple light, they were accompanied by a full moon, thunder and light, and under the withering starlight, they were drinking, drunken wine.