Kunlun Mountain, Xiwutai.

Originally, the washing platform was not called the washing platform, but the string pavilion. On weekdays, it is cold and cold, and few people move around. Until one day, the Taishang Laojun of the Nine Heavens came here as a guest.

However, it was said that Taishang Laojun looked at the String Music Pavilion, just glanced at it, and said that the name was unlucky, and it collided with His Royal Highness the future Prince.

Hearing this, the Lord of Kunlun Mountain immediately remembered that his beloved wife had been pregnant with a child who had not yet been born for nine years, and his heart suddenly chuckled, and he hurriedly asked for a name from the young man.

When Lao Jun heard this, he asked if he could meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who was still in his mother's womb.

Originally, the Kunlun Mountain Lord was still a little hesitant. Although Taishang Laojun is a bad old man, he is also a man, and it is really not etiquette to change his way to meet the wife of another family. But it was only in an instant, the lord of Kunlun Mountain made up his mind again, and ordered the attendants on the side to invite his beloved wife over.

Lao Jun looked at Mrs. Kunlun's loneliness and pinched his fingers. After a while, Lao Jun said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had a big catastrophe in his life, and it was the Peach Blossom Tribulation. The sycamore is a symbol of love, so it is called the Wutai.

Since then, the String Pavilion has been renamed as the Washing Terrace.

On the night when the Lord of Kunlun Mountain took down the String Pavilion, the doll in Mrs. Kunlun's belly, which had been pregnant for nine years, couldn't wait to get out of her mother's belly, with a pair of big eyes and watery eyes, envious of the children with small eyes.

Today, the precious sons of the Lord of Kunlun Mountain are 90,000 years old, and whenever people mention this allusion, they are as surprised as those people back then.

Of course, in everyone's legends, the Lord of Kunlun Mountain spent a full 90,000 years worriedly. Just for that sentence, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has a catastrophe in his life, and it is a peach blossom catastrophe.

Seeing that his baby boy was getting older, the Kunlun lord and his wife were sad. Seeing that the peach blossom catastrophe could come at any time, the husband and wife finally came and went, and finally felt that isolating their son from the woman was the fundamental solution to the problem. In the end, he was ruthless, and simply secretly took the memory of his precious son and put him in the mortal world for refuge.

But they never thought that it was precisely because of their decision that Song Yan's catastrophe began.

The rainy days in May always make people feel sleepy, especially in the middle of the day, when the air is humid and stuffy, and the people in the town are stuck at home, and only passers-by come to the store to rest. The shopkeepers all sit at home and drink the pork ribs and taro soup cooked by the proprietress of the proprietress , which is milky white and has a faint milky aroma.

Song Yan, who was abandoned by his parents who were too bad to take refuge in the world, forgot all his memories. simply, he was picked up by a kind proprietress and raised as his own son.

At that time, Song Yan often asked the shopkeeper while drinking pork ribs and taro soup, "Mother, who is my father?" ”

Often when the shopkeeper heard this, he turned his face to look at the pink peach blossoms outside the window and said, go and practice.

The peach blossoms at the door of the inn are the only colors in my memory. At that time, he often waved his sword indiscriminately in the peach blossom forest, and the big shopkeeper only frowned and sighed when he saw it.

Song Yan didn't know why the big shopkeeper always urged him to practice. He didn't know until the big shopkeeper died.

He buried the heavy sword that the big shopkeeper had given him, along with the ashes of the big shopkeeper, under the peach tree outside the house. When I left the town, it was the season when the peaches were ripe. Simply pack a large handful of peach jerky. Song Yan walked out of the town alone. Began his own journey.

He didn't know who he was or where he was going. It's just that when he was passing by the mountain stream, he heard a heart-rending roar, and following the sound, Song Yan saw a broken piano.

After the string pavilion was renamed Xiwutai, it has always been Song Yan's residence, and for 90,000 years, Song Yan is very familiar with the qin. Therefore, just at a glance, Song Yan could see that this was a good piano, a peerless piano.

It's a pity-

Looking at the broken strings and the cracked body, Song Yan's heart ached inexplicably.

Hands - attached to the body as if they were stroking a lover.

Tears fell unexpectedly, dripping on the cracked sound of the piano.

At this moment, no one except Song Yan saw that the body of the piano flashed with a faint light, absorbing the drop of crystal light quietly. Like a treasure, Song Yan took the guqin into his arms, almost instinctively cut his fingers, and dripped blood on the qin.

Seeing that the blood was absorbed by the guqin little by little, and the crack became smaller and smaller, Song Yan trembled and attached the sound of the qin: "I love you until death." “

The oath that only belongs to the two of them, but unfortunately, the guqin at this moment has no spiritual thoughts, and he can't read the heat in Song Yan's eyes, and he can't feel the perseverance in Song Yan's oath.

It's another lingering season,

Song Yan held the guqin, looked at the continuous rain outside the door, and thought to himself If this rain continued, wouldn't he have to live here forever?

"Little second brother, come to the pot of the best Biluochun."

Hearing this, the busy shopkeeper said, "Hey." After a while, he ran to the back hall, and after a while, he came out with a pot of the best Biluochun.

With an elegant smile, Song Yan nodded politely at the shopkeeper, and then looked at the shopkeeper and looked at him with admiration.

"Childe is a foreigner." Looking at Song Yan, the shopkeeper asked with a smile.

A faint "yes." With a sound, Song Yan hugged the guqin in his arms, chatting more than not talking to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was also an interesting person, and when he saw that Song Yan didn't seem to want to talk to him much, he turned around and left.

As he spoke, a woman walked in through the door. As soon as the woman entered, she looked around. There was no accident, and his eyes were fixed on Song Yan.

The rain really fell for a long time, and after thinking about it, Song Yan finally stayed at the inn. Many others also stayed, including the woman who came in later.

The innkeeper often stayed until late, because several of the lavish guests drank late. Looking at them, Song Yan occasionally remembered the big shopkeeper who was buried under the peach blossom tree.

Unconsciously, Song Yan had attached his hand to the body of the piano, and with the recollection of his heart, the sounds like heavenly sounds flowed away in this misty drizzle, and entered the hearts of passers-by.

The woman followed the sound of the piano to talk to him, and he said, "It's all the work of the piano." ”

For everyone's praise, Song Yan didn't pay too much attention to it, and never thought that this piano sound would flow all over the north and south of the river, flow into the bustling Kyoto, and slip into the deeply locked palace wall.

Therefore, in the journey of following his heart, many things are developing in a direction that Song Yan has not thought of.