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Ling Yang settled Jin Haibiao and sat down not far from the training platform, drove all the servants in the training room out, and attached them to the ears of An Jing and Xiao Rabbit, and told the second daughter to just close her eyes and play the piano, no matter what sound she heard later, don't be surprised, and don't open her eyes, then he smiled at Jin Haibiao: "Little brother is about to play a little trick, Brother Jin is not surprised, watch carefully." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

As An Jing's jade fingers flicked lightly on the guqin, a low and desolate piano sounded, Ling Yang slowly sang: "Put down your bags and stop, see the sea full of eyes, let me miss the homeland, I am afraid of loneliness after leaving for too long." I poured seawater into the jug and took a sip as I walked, and people often say that this taste is called Jianghu. ”

Ling Yang's rugged but delicate voice echoed in the martial arts hall. Accompanied by the sound of the guqin playing, sometimes low and sometimes clear, Jin Haibiao was brought into a strange world. There, there are people carrying swords and swords everywhere, or standing proudly in the wind on the top of the mountain peak, or overlooking the river scenery on the lonely boat, which is full of ancient meaning.

"Every time the reeds bloom, you play the flute all over the mountains. I watch you from the sidelines, the sun and the moon and the tides. For many years, I woke up in the middle of the night and searched for it, forgetting where I was and where I was going. ”

The six-pointed star on Ling Yang's chest began to rotate slowly, and a soft power that did not have the slightest hint of attack gradually filled every inch of the air in the martial arts hall.

The two guards behind Jin Haibiao felt the spiritual power transmitted from Ling Yang's body, even if the two joined forces, they couldn't make a few moves under Ling Yang's hands, their nerves tensed up suddenly, and they took a step forward, put on a vigilant posture, released their own magical power, and tried to compete with Ling Yang.

Jin Haibiao sensed the nervousness of the guard, waved his hand to stop the guard's movements, and said in a low voice: "If he wants to plot against me, we won't even be able to run, just settle down and listen to the music, don't act rashly." ”

"When the reeds bloom again, the wind and rain fall on the window lattice. I hummed softly, the song you used to play. The sound of rain melted into this old flute, and the rhythm was uneven. No one persuaded me to add clothes and accompany me to watch the rain all night. ”

Ling Yang's voice was designed to be soft, mixed with an indescribable sense of loss and pain. Jin Haibiao was influenced by Ling Yang's singing, slowly closed his eyes, and savored the taste in Ling Yang's lyrics and tactful tone. Suddenly, Jin Haibiao's eyes went dark, and when the light appeared again, it seemed to fall into a completely different time and space, and as a phantasmagoral spectator imprinted in the air, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

The stream in the valley is murmuring, and both sides of the mountain stream are full of snow-white reeds, and there is a breeze blowing, and the reed flowers are scattered and fluttering, drifting into a sparse green bamboo forest next to it, and it is difficult to find it again.

A delicate bamboo building is built on the mountain, the little rabbit is dressed in a pink silk dress, with a jasper phoenix hairpin inserted in the bun, smiling like a flower, is pushing open a bamboo window, and the silver ring jade bracelet on the wrist jingles.

An Jing is dressed in a lake-green coat, sitting on a flat mountain stone in front of the bamboo building, laying the piano on her knees, and playing with a hook.

Lingyang is dressed in white and wins snow, with a long sword hanging from his waist, standing by the reeds and listening to the piano. Hearing the emotion, he suddenly pulled out the long sword at his waist and danced to his heart's content, a reed leaf fluttered in the wind, landed on the blade of the sword, split into two, and landed lightly.

"I walked through the mountains and the water, but I couldn't see the rivers and lakes. I read hundreds of books and travel thousands of miles, what are rivers and lakes. I drank blood with a knife, stepped on barren bones, where are the rivers and lakes. I thought I couldn't get to the rivers and lakes, but you said that this is the rivers and lakes. ”

As An Jing's piano sound became more and more intense, countless black-clothed masked people suddenly rushed out of the bamboo forest, holding steel knives in their hands, shouting and rushing towards Ling Yang.

Ling Yang's sword momentum became more and more elegant and agile, and he let go of the black-clothed crowd to fight, occasionally a person's head rose to the sky, blood was thrown everywhere, swords and sword shadows, and blood and life flew away.

The bun on Ling Yang's head had been picked open by the steel knife, the long hair stained with blood hung down on his shoulders in a mess, and on the white robe, the blood stains were like blooming plum blossoms. After a period of fighting, the man in black was finally killed. Ling Yang turned around and was stunned, only to see that An Jing was already lying on the piano, Xiang Xiaoyu died, and half of the rabbit's body hung out of the window, and he was no longer breathing.

At this time, it was already pouring rain, and in the midst of lightning and thunder, Ling Yang held the bodies of An Jing and the little rabbit, knelt on the ground and looked up to the sky and cried bitterly. The rain dripped down Ling Yang's long hair onto the strings, playing a sad song, but in the sound of the rain, it was already inaudible.

"Pack your bags and hit the road, heading to the end of the world. On the other side of the strait, I have long been accustomed to loneliness. Whoever warmed up two jugs of wine, and where did it spill between the vastness? I turned my back to the sea, but I wept. ”

Ling Yang was still dressed in white and snow, and the long sword on his waist had already been exchanged for a pot of hot wine, standing on the vast seashore, he drank it all in one gulp with bitter tears. Only then did he resolutely turn around, and walked away with his back to the sea, his back was lonely and desolate, looking around the world, there was no place to stand.

"After I finished writing this script, I looked up at the dusk alone, and people said that the rivers and lakes are deep, and looking back at a scene is just the past. There are always some people who are too serious and can't help but leave. In the end, we are too, strangers. ”

In the end, Lingyang, who had walked on the rivers and lakes for a while, returned to the bamboo forest in the mountains. At dusk, sitting in front of the window of the bamboo building, listening to the drizzle beating the bamboo, my eyes were full of loneliness.

Ling Yang's sideburns were already pale, his face had many wrinkles carved with knives and axes, and his white clothes were dirty, lingering next to the mountain stone where An Jing used to sit and fuqin, turning his head to look at the window, but he could no longer see the smiling rabbit.

Ling Yang's cloudy eyes were covered with a layer of tears, and in a trance, the little rabbit was still standing in front of the window, beckoning to put on a robe for Ling Yang, and An Jing's figure loomed on the mountain rocks, and the guqin on her knees was soaked in blood red.

The mountain wind swept through the bamboo forest, blowing the bamboo leaves in the forest, and it made a loud noise, just like the sound of a piano. Snowflake-like reed flowers flutter in the bamboo forest, ethereal like a fairyland for a while. The people who were originally oversucked in the country and the city have already left in disgrace, and this situation can only increase the sadness.

Ling Yang raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, the soles of his feet slammed hard, and a rusty long sword broke through the ground, the hilt of the sword was held in Ling Yang's hand, and he suddenly turned the blade of the sword and lightly touched it across his neck. Ling Yang's out-of-body soul was finally able to see clearly that on the stone in front of the window, Yi Ren was there, with a smile and a smile, just like at the beginning.

As the strings of the guqin hooked out the last ending note, tears slipped through the corners of Jin Haibiao's eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the little rabbit was still standing next to An Jing, who was sitting on the piano, Ling Yang was always smiling, and looked at Jin Haibiao deeply: "Brother Jin, is this scene good?" ”

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