Su Xian stood in front of the guqin, stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the strings, twisted it gently, the spring warbler came out of the valley, the guqin sound was soft, and a circle of ripples spread leisurely, like the wind blowing in the mountains and forests, and the sound of the flowing spring was slow and slow.

Very good guqin, Su Xian is very satisfied, although compared with the piano she has played in the past, but it can indeed be used, she sat down, her sleeves brushed the strings, and a slight trembling sound sounded, giving people a sense of fantasy that had strayed into an ethereal fairyland, although it was a flash in front of her eyes, but it made people a little fascinated, and the sound of the piano was not first seizing.

She sat down next to the stand of the horns, put her hands on the strings, closed her eyes, took a breath, raised her eyes, and slowly opened them, as if for a moment, her gaze changed, and there was a feeling of coldness and ethereal like a fairy.

The sound of the empty valley was transmitted, and the sound of the light voice began, and the corners of her mouth pulled out some smiles, and she remembered with the cold and lonely piano sound: "Who has no regrets after saying goodbye, and the cold moon and the night are dreaming back." I know that I am in love for a long time, and the dust is not the same as the clouds."

Her voice carried some low sighs, several times of loneliness and sadness, with a confused awakening and pain to see through, I don't know where to go, the moonlight in the sky is like mist, the starry sky is like washing, she gently sighs and tells this inscrutable, a moment of eternity.

Guided by her voice, it was as if the world around me had changed, the stars in the sky flickered and dimmed, the surroundings began to get cold, and the snow was flying.

"With a hat of smoke and rain, waiting for the sky to break through the clouds, listening to the three clear and wonderful sounds is also like I smell

Turn over the hand and reverse the life, and rebuild the world,

For the Tao and the monk, why bother to distinguish,

On the frost flower sword, a wisp of solitary tenacity is carved

Walk through thousands of mountains and cleanse the demon soul

The young man can be crazy about everything, and dare to scold the world for being unkind

It doesn't matter if it's a chance or a curse

Drunk and playing a song, the dream is true with me, and I can't forget the love and get sleepy

The fairy road looks near and far, the rain and snow in the forest are numerous, and you might as well smile at the lonely people"

Su Xian's voice was very soft, slowly like a feather, gently caressing his heart, everyone closed their eyes, and fell into this fantastic scenery.

At that moment, the sky broke a little white, the sky began to light up, the girl wore a hat, in the center of a lake holding a bamboo row slowly into the field of vision, the wind blew the bell on her thin white wrist, like a call from ancient times, the bell rang, demagoguery, at the moment she raised her eyes, saw a pair of indifferent dark eyes, the sky broke white.

On the immortal mountain where the immortals gathered, the girl sat cross-legged on the boulder on the top of the mountain and practiced, on her side, there were many dots of green light, surrounding her, she closed her eyes, the sun rose and sunset, and she sat all day, the starry sky at night seemed to be like a dream, she stood on the boulder, gently and slowly waved the Tai Chi Dao (the action is similar to Tai Chi) to feel the Tao rhyme, and the stars in the sky turned into a whirlpool with the direction of her gestures.

The world's immortal road road is the same way, the monk and the Tao kill each other, it is better to unite the hands, a Buddhist word dissolves the hatred, the light of the afterglow disappears, and the picture disperses.

The wind blows from the window at night, the lights are shining, the lamp is under the lamp to see the sword, the night is slightly cold, the sword is like frost, Qingming holds the sword to destroy the demon, the white fairy skirt is stained with blood, the eyes are like the cold stars, the sideburns are flying, and the sword is drawn and smiling proudly.

Even though I am a heroic legend in the world, I have braved all the way until the world is destroyed, and I am the only one in the world.

The sword starry sky, standing with his hands in his hands, the white clouds flew over the thousands of mountains, the mist in the distance, the thousands of mountains at the feet, the wind blew the long hair flying, but it was unforgettable, once the sea smiled.

Brought wine, hugged the sword, sat in the treetops, the white bird flew and screamed, the sunset outside the sky twilight is better, the figure is ethereal, sitting alone, the night is getting cold, returning, where is the old.

The heavy snow and wind have disappeared on the road, and the distant road has been blurred by the heavy snow, and the white clothes are blowing the wind and snow, and one person and one sword are far away, and the figure gradually disappears

There are no returns for three thousand avenues, and the sea is like clouds and smoke for ten thousand years, and the only thing is lonely for a thousand years.

"With a glass of smoke and rain, waiting for the sky to break through the clouds, listening to the three clear and wonderful sounds, I also heard it

Turn over the hand and reverse the life, and rebuild the situation

For the Tao and the monk, why bother to distinguish

On the frost flower sword, a wisp of solitary tenacity is carved, and it is necessary to walk through thousands of mountains to cleanse the demon soul

The young man can be crazy about everything, and dare to scold the world for being unkind, so he doesn't care about chance or trouble

Drunk and playing a song, the dream is true with me, and I can't forget the love and get sleepy

The fairy road looks near and far, the rain and snow in the forest are numerous, and you might as well smile at the lonely people"

Su Xian's tears gradually blurred her eyes, and her heart was sour, she was too ignorant and naïve before, she was really too well protected, she didn't understand anything, and she didn't know how to care about the people around her, Senior Sister Mumu, Senior Brother

She used to be free, she didn't understand the loneliness of cultivating immortals, and she didn't know what loneliness was, there were always people around her, listening to the wind when she was quiet, asking birds when she was free, she always thought that the people around her were as happy as her, just like a joke, she could do whatever she wanted, carefree, and at ease.

It's a pity that she never understands other people's hearts, Senior Brother Leon's roughness and generosity, informality, the gloomy and cold face of the second senior brother, the coldness and ruthlessness of the beautiful brother, and the heartlessness of Senior Sister Mu Mu But she doesn't understand, these people know how to hide their hearts the most, and gradually learn to be ruthless, they treat her sincerely, she will not be fleeting like those people in the world, but will always be with them, and she is their most beloved little sister.

Her carefree sky was created by them together, but she is the only one who has always been carefree and innocent.

She was distressed.

Someone once said that Su Mu is a lonely person, no matter how strong she is, why she cultivates like a shocking world, and becomes a legend in the world of cultivating immortals, no matter how many brothers and sisters she has who get along harmoniously, but her heart is still lonely, and she is still floating in the vast and ethereal world, and she has been lonely.

She has always been a person, even Su Xian, who has always been by her side, can never understand her, Su Xian is too simple, she is too well protected, looking at her never caring and fearless, she thinks that Su Mu is also like this, she is so happy, she understands Su Mu's power and evil, but she never understands the story buried deep in her heart.

Drunk and singing, dreams and I are familiar with them? You can't forget your feelings and get sleepy.

The fairy road looks near and far, the rain and snow are numerous, and the loneliness may as well smile at people

Thousands of miles of mountains are covered with snow, a person and a sword go far alone, when you turn back, the snow falls one after another, and thousands of years have passed in a blink of an eye.

The road ahead is boundless, life and death do not know, so the mountains are also into the sea, sit in the clouds, watch the sun and the moon rise and set, look at the high mountains, see the flowing water, the lights are bright.

This is the cultivation of immortals, and you must endure endless loneliness and pain.

Every step is walking, every step is far away, the years have passed, the sea has passed, only oneself still exists, this is the greatest calamity of immortal cultivators - the loneliness of eternal life.

Su Mu loves this song the most, laughing, singing, crying, singing, sad and happy, just for one sentence, the dream is familiar with me? Familiarity is true

This song is also the favorite song of the former Yuanjian, this Yuanjian is different from Leon's War Punishment Heaven, he is the most cold, as if he was born cold, and he sees everything ruthlessly, when Su Xian first saw this beautiful senior brother, he was also instantly frozen by his coldness.

This person is the ice and snow on the high mountain that has not melted for thousands of years, cold, ruthless, and ignorant of a qiē cun zài.

Su Xian was also afraid of him, and felt that staying with him always had a feeling of being frozen, and felt that it was more terrible for him to frown lightly than to provoke the war punishment day with a dark face, although the war punishment day had a long face, but he was still reluctant to the innocent and cunning little junior sister, so Su Xian was not afraid of the war punishment day at all, only this third senior brother

However, this person appeared when she was most helpless, and when she was punished by the master, he secretly brought her delicious food and taught her to refine and collect medicine, he always didn't like to laugh, but he was always very careful.

Su Xian sometimes always ran to him and troubled him, and occasionally when he was quiet, he always liked to play this song.

Everything is not in a dream, the dream is gone, all are in vain, and the most difficult thing for people to suffer is that they can't ask for anything.

He always looked at her with a very strange look when he played this song, but she never understood.

Li Yuan looked at the little girl playing the piano in the hall, she slowly closed her eyes, her fingers flew, fluttering the gentle wide sleeves, the moonlight fell on her body, as if she was the only one left in this time, her voice was still a little childish, soft, and strange, as if every sentence seemed to be a bell through the ancient wind, mysterious, charming, unfathomable, everyone was immersed in her voice, as if reciting the oldest and most sacred incantation, and every subject was intoxicated with her voice, worshipping God's will.

This girl, not not a person in this world, the wind in the night is ethereal, the wind outside the hall blows the leaves and swaying, the moonlight is like mist, pouring on her body, her white fairy dress is fluttering, her hair is slender and flying, and it seems to be getting longer and longer

Moonlight, beauty, fairy song, with the wind tightly into the hearts of the people, immersed in it.

Liyuan is a little trance, suddenly there is a sense of being separated from the world, it is a kind of loneliness, through the cool breeze of the sky and the earth, the song itself is a kind of loneliness, the road of cultivating immortals for thousands of years, accompanied by the sword.

This song seems too familiar, as if I have played it thousands of times, under the moonlight, the bamboo forest is cold, and a song of drunken dreams and fairylands.

He suddenly took out the piccolo in his sleeve and played it slowly, the piano and flute were together, the sound of the piano was light and crisp, the low sound was crisp and leisurely, and slowly it was another good situation, as if a slight change, there would be a different feeling, pouring people's hearts, as if this avenue was three thousand, and every subtle change was a different way.

Feng Ming closed his eyes and felt this song attentively, as if every note was touching his meridians, gently and slowly, like the most comfortable wind in the summer night, the morning dew, gentle and gentle, making him feel that his body was undergoing subtle changes, becoming lighter and lighter, more and more comfortable, as if he could jump to a height of three zhang (ten meters) with a vertical body, as if his wounds that had been depressed for many years were slowly beginning to heal.

A good fairy song, a shocking song.

(The little girl loves Dong Zhen's "Drunken Dream Xianlin" when she listens to it, she will think of such a heart-wrenching picture, you can feel it, it is super loving.) ）