Although he is like this, but Li Jian is the moment he saw the door without a bolt, his mind suddenly roared, faintly he seemed to remember something, the whole person was shocked, looking at the figure of the door leaving without a bolt, a trace of understanding appeared in Li Jian's mind.

At this moment, a white flying bird flew in the sky of the Mountain Gate of the Wind Chime Sect, and swirled around in that hiss.

"Wind Chime Sect, a hundred years later, on the same day that you sit down and die, there will be someone here, and he is the hope of your Wind Chime Sect, that is, the wind chime will sound at that time!" Wang Lin muttered, looking at the back of the door without a bolt.

Fengyi's body was shocked, and he looked at Li Jian for a long time, and bowed with his fists.

He didn't fully believe it, but he kept it in his heart, and he never talked about it with the door in his life, but one day a hundred years later, he felt that the end was coming, and when he was dying, the words of the little stonemason that made him unforgettable a hundred years ago came to his mind.

When he was dying, he recalled the words of the little stonemason of Xiao Li Jian hundreds of years ago, and that sentence seemed to have become eternal, lingering in his heart, until the moment his eyes were closed, until the moment his body was cut off.

His soul domain exuded the last spread of life, spreading towards the Wind Chime Sect, and it was at this moment that he saw a person from a distance at this time, leading a group of people into the star wind, this star wind was the Wind Chime Sect's protective array, in this group of people, a very ordinary person.

The moment he saw this person, Feng Yi's divine sense rippled unimaginably, and he was shocked and shocked to find that that person was actually the little stonemason he had asked a hundred years ago!!

With confusion and an unthinkable guess, his divine consciousness dissipated, and his primordial infant merged into the huge wind chimes behind him......

"Jingle Bell....... Jingle Bell....... Jingle ......."

The wind chimes rang, the wind chimes rang.

Li Jian looked up at the wind chimes above the head of the wind chime in the white robe of the wind wing, and the sound of jingling sounded, but at this time, the wind wing closed his eyes permanently, and the door was bolted and looked at the wind wing sitting there, not expecting that Feng Ling's knock was to pay the price of Feng Yi's life.

However, in the jingling wind chimes, Li Jian did not open his eyes, and he did not feel the collapse of the wind chime world without a bolt, nor did he feel the change in his access control, he couldn't help frowning, and he didn't think that he felt that he was about to collapse, or that he felt the opportunity to become a god.

In the world of wind chimes, Li Jian came to the Wind Chimes Sect again a hundred years later.

"The Reverse Travel Land of Heaven and Earth...... Those who have time, hundreds of generations of passers-by are also sunbathed and floating like a dream, for the joy of geometry...... And geometry, alas......"

In June, after the season of recovery, the Wind Chimes Sect entered the month when the flowers were in full bloom and purple and red, and the catkins flying in the sky seemed to blow away the rest of the time with the last trace of strength.

The catkins are all over the sky, looking like snow, this scene is very beautiful, like summer snowflakes, drifting in the sky, if the wind is stronger, then those catkins dance more densely, fluttering and shaking, as if a rootless life, in the beautiful but also blooming a trace of indescribable sadness.

They seem to have no home, and they seem to have left their hometown, they can only move with the wind, and in the end they don't know where their fate is, and they don't know where they will be blown by the wind, maybe they are

On the surface of the river, it becomes the scenery of water and sky in the eyes of tourists, or it falls on the ground, melts with dust, rolls into a ball, and sweeps densely in the wind.

Their fate is the wind, and different winds give them different lives.

There was a wisp of catkins, white and flowery, fluttering gently in the air, and landed on the raised right hand of a young man in white standing on a small painted head.

The young man held the flask in his left hand, took a big sip, and said the heroic poem, his voice was not loud, but it revealed a free and easy feeling as if he wanted to pursue the end of heaven and earth.

The catkins that fell on the palm of the young man's hand, as soon as he paused, as if he had not reached the end, faintly wanted to have a light sigh echoing, flew up from the young man's hand again, floated in front of his eyes, and flew into the distance, dazedly, and also revealed a trace of madness, as if he knew his fate, and ran to the place where it was not tired to return to the ruins.

Next to the riverbank, there is a peach blossom forest, at this moment the catkins are flying, the peach blossoms are dotted, and the flowers after the wind fall into the river, floating on the water, rippling with the waves.

"The crazy catkins dance with the wind, and the light peach blossoms flow by the water. Li Jian drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, and laughter echoed.

In addition to the boatman and this Li Jian, there are three women wearing Miaoman's clothes, one of the three women strokes the qin, and the other sings and dances, so that the painting side, along the river in the company of willow catkins, crosses the stone bridges across the river, passes under the bridge, and goes away.

"Qingyin, get the wine!" Li Jian turned to look at the singing and dancing woman behind him in laughter.

Qingyin sighed and picked up a pot of wine from the side and poured a glass carefully for Li Jian.

"Childe, you really don't have much silver...... Today is renting paintings, buying wine, and singing and dancing in our door, and you may not be able to last long for the cost of this day!" Qingyin said, the young man gave them a month's fare and invited them to sing and dance, but there is not much left today, so he reminded.

"What's the hurry, the person I'm waiting for hasn't come yet. Li Jian shook his head and smiled, took the wine jug and took another sip, then sat aside, listening to the rather beautiful woman caressing the strings, playing a soft piano sound, the piano sound revealed a trace of joy, but it only fell on Li Jian's ears, but he was never able to integrate into his heart.

"It's been a month, it's been a month, who are you waiting for, why haven't you come yet. Xu is his appearance is very interesting, so that a woman who is tired from dancing and resting on the side covers her mouth and smiles.

"Red Lotus, it's still not right. Li Jian leaned on the side of the boat, shook his head gently, after a long time he drank a little too much, got up drunk and walked to the woman who played the qin, put his right hand on the guqin, the woman blushed, and quickly took down her hands.

"I remember a tune, unknown, but I heard it in my dreams, and this is how she should have played it............ Wang Lin whispered, closed his eyes, and slowly played his right hand on the guqin.

At first, it was full of jerkiness, and the intermittent sound of the piano did not form a tune, but gradually, as Li Jian's whole mind was integrated into it, the sound of the piano music slowly became coherent.

An indescribable mournful piano sound, faintly flying out of this painting port, spread to all directions.

The woman playing the piano on the boat, her eyes were blank at the moment, staring at Li Jian, the sadness revealed by the sound of the piano was very light, but it went straight to the soul, and people couldn't help but be shocked after hearing it.

I don't know when, Li Jian sat down where he was playing the piano, and the woman who was caressing the piano in front of him was beside her, her beautiful eyes showed an indescribable look, as if the whole crying was lost in the faint sound of the piano like a sigh.

Even the dancer Qingyin sat there after being stunned for a moment, staring blankly at his right wrist and coming to his senses.

This qin sound, called Liang Zhu, Li Jian faintly felt that he seemed to remember a very popular guqin song in a place called the earth, which was completely different from the current one, but it was the same sound of Shen Yun, the style of music was elegant and sad, it was really a classic, and the rest of the people were also shocked, there was such a divine comedy in the world.

At this moment, Li Jian's closed eyes slowly shed tears, and the tears fell on the strings, as if they melted into the sound of the piano, and then drifted away.

His dream would come every night, and in that dream, he saw a lot, but not all of them were clear, and there were a few people, after they appeared in the dream, they were always blurry, but although they were vague, the feeling that made him sad was very deep, very deep.

Under the sound of the piano, the painting boat floated on the river, crossed the stone bridges, until dusk and sunset, and another night came.

I waited for more than a month, but the person who was supposed to appear in the dream never appeared.

As the painting floated under a stone bridge, a man stood there at some point, silently looking at the painting, and his ears surrounded by the sad music of the piano.

This man was a gray-haired old man, wearing a green shirt, although he was just standing there calmly, but his body was straight, like a green pine, his expression was full of vicissitudes, his eyes showed wisdom, and he stood there.

He is the door without a bolt.

"It's a sad song, such a piece of music that ordinary people can't play in their lifetime...... And in that sorrow, revealing the vicissitudes of eternity, as if after countless years, looking back, a sad picture in the memory is always permeating my heart. The person Feng Yi said before his death is not only the key to ringing the wind chimes and revitalizing the wind chime world, but also the key to our gods. Door Wubolt's eyes showed emotion, looking at the painting boat that was gradually moving away under the bridge, Li Jian, who was playing the piano, opened his mouth leisurely.

The door is unbolted and sighs lightly, if Li Jian sees him at this moment, he will definitely recognize him at a glance, this person is the old man who has a relationship with him in the Wind Chime Sect.

The farther the boat went, the sound of the piano slowly dissipated, and at this moment, the old man in the green shirt had no bolt on the door, but he smiled slightly, took a few steps forward and pressed the bridge railing, and shouted towards the river below.

"Tell me, why do you ring the wind chimes, how can the sound of heavenly thunder have wind, what is the relationship between the sound of heaven and the wind chime sect, and what should be the fate of the wind chime sect? ”

Li Jian's hands paused, the sound of the piano stopped, he opened his eyes, turned back with confusion, and saw the old man in green shirt on the bridge.

At this moment, the night was shrouded, a bright moon hung in the sky, in the night, the figure of the old man seemed to be a little blurred, and even the surrounding area of the bridge seemed to be hidden in the moonlight, hazy.

"The Sound of Heavenly Thunder and the Wind Chimes Sect ......" Even Li Jian's gaze seemed to be blurred at this moment, he looked at the old man in a daze, looked at the bridge, looked at the surrounding haze, and muttered.