I chased him for most of Liu Xuancheng, and I didn't even touch the corner of his clothes, he deliberately teased me, stopped when the distance was far away, and ran immediately when I was panting. I knew that he was playing tricks on me, but I was just angry in my heart, so I fell in love with him.

Chasing and chasing, he ran out of the south city gate with him, he stopped again, I rushed over with an arrow, and before I could make a move, he turned around and grabbed me: "Don't make noise!" ”

You told me not to quarrel, I wanted to quarrel, and when I opened my mouth, I yelled: "Master told you to grow vegetables!" ”

He gave me a roll of his eyes angrily, and the corners of his mouth sneered: "It's really interesting, go on, and then what?" ”

I didn't bother to pay attention to him: "Hmph." ”

Today's South City Gate is more lively than in the past, crowded with people, groups of people coming and going, boiling in the sky. The people who went were curious and gossipy, eager to try, and some of the people who came back were disgusted and disgusted, some were full of eyes, and some were pale and yellow.

I asked, "They won't all go to Peony Cliff to see those demon bones, right?" ”

Without waiting for an answer, I turned my head, Yang Xiuyi's eyebrows were slightly twisted, his expression was solemn, and when he saw me looking at him, he asked me, "Did you hear that?" ”

I shook my head, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Somebody's playing Revenant."

I was stunned: "Requiem for a Bead? ”

He grabbed my wrist and said, "Go." ”

Although I don't like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and dance and writing, I am very familiar with this requiem, of course, it refers to the rumors of its origin, not the music.

The Requiem for the Soul is one of the six ancient songs, and there are only three copies of the score in the world, one of which is when my master was a guest at a farmer's house 300 years ago, and found that they used it to cover the pickles on the pickle jar and pickled vegetables, and asked for it.

It is rumored that the Requiem of the Pearls was created by the Emperor Ling Yinzi of the Kingdom of Ji when the Nine Heroes were fighting for hegemony. That period of history has been 1,000 years, when the heroes rose together, competing for the Central Plains, a hundred schools of thought contended, and schools of thought fought beautifully. Although it was a troubled time, it created a cultural feast in one fell swoop, leaving behind many rich and brilliant civilization classics and strange magic ambitions to nourish qi and lower the heart. The Requiem of the Beads is one of the most mysterious and ancient legends.

Dr. Ling Yinzi of Ji Guo is a legendary person, well-read, proficient in music and rhythm, familiar with the gossip of the five elements, Qimen Dunjia, academic achievements are everyone's style, and his awe-inspiring arrogance is praised by the world. According to legend, he only lived for twenty-seven years, and in the second year of the death of Ji Guo, he cried blood and died of a broken heart.

According to historical records, after the Ji State was broken by the Chen State, Chen Jun ordered the army to indulge in the wreckage of Ji Guowen Tiancheng, and arbitrarily rape/adultery/women and children, and then burned the city for three days, and Wentian City turned into a scorched earth, and Chen Bing slaughtered 50,000 Ji people on the Huanghuang Plateau as a heavenly sacrifice. The world was shocked when he heard this, the literati of the Quartet criticized the pen, and the big tart blocked, the doctor of Ji Guo Ling Yinzi was exiled by King Ji because of the main battle, and he was already cold-hearted and turned the world into the world, but he was shocked to hear that the people of the old country had suffered this catastrophe, and it was difficult to suppress the grief in his heart, and under the anger, he used his own flesh and blood to refine the beads, composed the qin music with the Nine Heavens Bagua Star Array, and played music on the Huanghuang Plateau to pluck the strings, summoning the souls to gather the crowd, setting off monstrous grievances, covering the embankment of the Chen Guojiang River, leading the flood to the south, and guiding the several counties of the Chen State to become a piece of soup, drowning hundreds of thousands of people. The world was in an uproar, but he didn't dare to scold in vain, for fear that the disaster would be incurred, after all, people can fight with each other, but how to fight with ghosts? Later, the world called this music the requiem of the pearl, and if you can get this music, you can get 50,000 dead soldiers, invincible, and dominate the world.

But I saw such a passage on the piano score: "The world is in turmoil, the virtuous and sage are unknown, I pretend to be high and high, and I will never stand in the world, even if I have the heart of sorrow for the country, and the anger of the country and the family, I will never cause 100,000 people to be ruined......"

I couldn't stand these crepes the most, so I threw them to the master and asked him to tell me, and the master laughed: "This Ling Yinzi said, Lao Tzu, I live a good life, planting flowers, raising chickens and releasing pigeons in the world, what do you call me about, I am a country ruined by people, and I am very angry, but I am not so mad and go to kill other people's innocent people." The river burst in Chen Guo, which was a good thing done by his mother's uncle and nephew, and he also buckled the shit basin on my head on the dog's day, causing me to be harassed all these years, and I couldn't sleep in peace, and every day there were turtles and grandchildren lying on my thatched roof trying to plot against me, but they didn't have the guts. Forget it, Lao Tzu just spent some time trying to be quiet, isn't it just a requiem for a long time, Lao Tzu is only eight buckets tall, and he is rich and rich, and he can't compose a thing to fool them? The practice of the beads was made up by me, and the evil thunder sound was read in the novels of the Zhao Guo Xiaoyao School, as well as the Yin and Yang Death and Mingtong Creation, which were also nonsense from Lao Tzu. What the hell is going on, hiding in the mountains will be used as a target, Lao Tzu is really wronged! ”

In fact, Naling Yinzi is an elegant person, but my master's translation is too popular and rude, and it happens that there are several pickle leaves on the page, so in my impression, this proud literati in the eyes of the world, the romantic idler has become a rough and bold street man.

Later, Master stroked a song for me along the pentatonic scale above, I couldn't hear the depth technique, I just thought the rhythm was really good, but I really didn't have literary cells, and I couldn't remember the melody after listening to it a few times. The only thing I remember is that the master's expression after playing is rare and dignified.

Just like Yang Xiuyi at this time, I couldn't help but reach out and poke him: "Hey! This requiem is nothing, is it? You don't want to look compassionate, okay? ”

"The Qingqu brief score left by Ling Yinzi is really nothing, but there is a rhythm in it that is very similar to the Sanskrit sound of the Seven Killings, and you don't understand it when I tell you, you mystic stupid."

"Seven Killings?"

"Not only the Seven Killings Sanskrit, but also many of the Yin and poisonous Xuanjia Dao techniques in later generations are related to it, such as the Heavenly Water Codex, the Soul Sealing Mantra, oh, by the way, one of the few tricks you can use, the Ice Blue Jue of the water system, is also evolved from the Requiem Song."

I said, "No......"

"Ling Yinzi unintentionally planted willows, and only three copies of his song book remained, one was buried in the fire of the previous dynasty five hundred years ago, and one is still missing. But there are countless rubbings, no matter how much it is different from the original song, in short, it is regarded as a supreme treasure, and many tricks and routines have been studied in the cong, and the requiem song just now, which adds seven killings to the Sanskrit sound, is extremely angry. ”

I tilted my head to look at him, and he was stared at a little unnaturally by me, and glared angrily: "Look at what? ”

"It seems that you don't just have a dog nose, but also mouse ears."

He walked forward: "I have clear facial features, who is like you, I am turbid." ”

I didn't speak, and looked at his back in a daze. At this time, Yang Xiuyi gave me the feeling of being higher and higher, getting farther and farther away, although I had never been very close to him, but I had never felt such a disparity. He is not wrong, he does have clear facial features, everyone says that he has good qualifications, his master has traveled the world for hundreds of years, he has seen a lot of knowledge and is the first in the world, what kind of rare talent has not been seen, but only Yang Xiuyi is the only one who does not hesitate to be abducted and deceived, and he is coaxed from the hands of the Yang family, and he is the person who directly worships himself as a teacher on Wangyun Mountain. He often praised Yang Xiuyi as a rare genius in a hundred years, and over time, his cultivation will be unparalleled.

And I, just when the master was traveling in Mobei, he had a stomach upset one day and picked it up when he was looking for a pit everywhere. In his old man's words, he was dirty and ugly, his eyes were blank, he stammered, he didn't know what to ask, and if he hadn't tore my sleeve to wipe with a paper paper, he wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to me. Later, I went to Wangyun Mountain with him, not to mention the very poor qualifications, and the body was clumsy to death, the master wanted to drive me away, but by chance, he discovered the self-healing ability of my body. But all I have is this weird body, and I, Shigong, Master, and Yang Xiuyi, are not from the same world.

His facial features are clear, I am turbid, he is talented, I am clumsy, he will be like the three old men, he will live a hundred years, live forever, and even immortal, becoming a thousand-year-old king. And I, for the rest of my life, will only have a few years to live. Just like the deceased brothers and sisters in Master's mouth, I will eventually become the past in his old man's mouth and tell it to future generations.

In fact, sixty or seventy years of life is long enough for me to live freely, but compared to them, it is really short. One of the reasons why I am so anxious to find my biological parents is that I want to leave them as soon as possible. But I still sometimes wonder how Master will tell future generations that I am the stupidest, greedy, laziest, and most useless, but fierce, rude, and arrogant apprentice in history.

"What are you thinking?"

I shook my head: "Nothing. ”

"Don't talk about pulling down."

"Wait!" I caught up with him in a few steps, "Yang Xiuyi, you are also my respected uncle, why don't you ask me how I got out of danger?" Do you really not care about my nephew at all? ”

He turned his head slightly to look at me, the sun hit the side of his face, his expression was bright, beautiful and dazzling, and he said, "What is there to ask?" Just come back alive. ”

"You!" "What am I? Didn't I keep asking you last night, and you wouldn't say it yourself, what does it matter to me? I pursed my lips in annoyance: "Then I'll tell you, you go slowly." "