Yucheng is the capital of Junguo.

At the end of the unitary period, the gates of the city will be closed, and a caravan will come from far away.

There were only two people in the whole caravan, and they were dusty and tired.

A lame camel with dried blood on its fur.

Judging by the situation, it must have been sacked by horse bandits.

The rule of doing business from afar has always been that the people do not raise officials and do not hold them accountable.

The gate guards took the gate tax, put away the black gold, shook their heads and sighed.

Eleven years ago, Chongsheng had come to Yucheng.

Chongsheng was nine years old that year.

At that time, he was accompanied by Shan Rong, who had already died.

Compared with the past and the present, the ancient city has not changed, and the moon has not dimmed,

It's just that the circumstances are different, and things are inevitably wrong.

Yucheng is the famous city of the commercial port that the eastern feudal countries must pass through to the holy area, the octagonal type, the city opens sixteen gates, the white tiger river passes through the city, divides the north and south cities, and the center is the palace of the king of Jun.

Nancheng is a commercial market, extremely prosperous, especially at night, the lights are like day, cars come and go, trade goods are dazzling, delicacies are full of delicacies, regardless of Chinese shops or bad stalls, crowds of people surge, and the sound of selling is endless.

Beicheng is different.

After dusk, the smoke cleared, and there was no more fireworks.

Walking through the streets of Beicheng, you can always hear sighs and sighs, but they are all as thin as mosquitoes.

The toiling is poor and weak, and the day and night are not full, and the bitter ones are silent.

The moon in the south does not shine in the shadow of the north city.

The wind of the northern city cannot blow the southern city of Jin.

There is a nine-story thousand-year-old pagoda in the north city, called Budu Futu.

Everyone in the world repents, who will not be saved?

Evil? Pseudo-degree?

Or poverty? Weak?

Thousands of years ago, the old monk who built the floating slaughter and established the immortal good fruit has turned into dust.

No one can understand the meaning of inadequacy.

Budu Futu is the most prestigious place in eastern Middle-earth.

In the godless era, it is not his belief that he became famous, but the Buddha itself.

Eighteen zhang tower, twenty-nine numbers, countless.

The so-called hell is divided into eighteen, and heaven has eighteen levels.

The tower has nine layers, the octagonal exquisite, the glass forging, each corner has a ruler more than a copper bell, the copper bell is strange, the top is a bowl-shaped vessel, the famous general Seiko, cherish the abnormal.

Every summer, the wind direction turns south, the wind drags the copper bell, the nature is born, and it can be heard for ten miles.

In winter, if the snow falls, the snow enters the top of the copper bell to bear the load, the copper bell does not move in the wind, and all the sounds are silent, which is silent.

Those who have good music and rhythm can distinguish their sounds, summer music is different from spring songs, and morning songs are different from evening bells, and literati and scholars all regard it as elegant music.

Chongsheng and Kurong stayed in an old inn in Nancheng, settled the camels and horses, packed up the soft belongings, and Chongsheng walked out of the inn alone.

Ku Rong could see that Chongsheng was just a weak person, and he had no power to restrain the chicken, out of safety, Ku Rong wanted to follow, but Chongsheng said that he only wanted to be alone.

The moon hangs high on the Milky Way, and the tower has already been held with lights, the bright lights are shining far away, and the bells are dusty.

Chongsheng walked slowly through the bustling Nancheng Old Street, looking at the sea of lights in the riverside flower market, the river cruise boats and painting boats were in a stream, singing and dancing, the river breeze was blowing, the aroma of wine was refreshing with the wind, and it was slightly drunk and comfortable.

Even though there are thousands of good times, the noble heart is like falling into the sea.

The family and country are old, relatives have betrayed, and lovers are nowhere to be found.

Misfortune and fortune are coming, life and death are not guaranteed, let alone ambitions.

The appearance of the single ember was the first faint light from the rainy sky.

Needless to say, Shan Ash's bravery, and Shan Ash's loyalty does not need to be questioned, but the world is impermanent, does Shan Ash's re-following after eight years have other purposes?

I am used to seeing the opposite, I have tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, and I have endured the heat and coldness of the world, even if I am still young, my heart will be old.

Since everything is unknowable and everything cannot be mastered, it is better to go with the flow, just like this breeze, although it does not understand the rhythm, but it also unintentionally plays the most beautiful natural sound.

Unconsciously, Chongsheng has come to the foot of the Budu Tower.

The old monk guarding the tower is adding sesame oil to the ever-bright lamp, and the light is swaying.

"Master, I see that you have added a lot of sesame oil, but why is this lamp still so dim?"

"The oil core is old, and no amount of oil will have a bright light. Hurry up the tower, boy, for the light will go out when it's too late. ”

The rotating tower ladder, the dim light, the light and the dark side of the statue, Chongsheng only felt a little dizzy.

There are several bright lights on the top of the tower, and a Buddha statue stands up, and there is nothing in front of the Buddha statue.

Looking at the railing, the entire Yucheng is in full view.

Separated by a river, the long bridge fit, the glitz of the southern city, the bleakness of the northern city, the road is full of all kinds of states in the world.

The top of the tower and view, the high hanging moon is not just a stone's throw away, you can reach out and hold it, and the moon tip is dazzling.

Although it is a hot summer, the night wind is gusting, and it is still a little cool.

This chill is sobering, and the people of the world, who were originally dimly lit, have now become bystanders in the ancient tower on a cold night.

The octagonal copper bell dances with the wind, and the bursts of heaven echo in the sky, and the music is as deep as Sanskrit and Buddha, as warm as a lover's whisper, like the pine waves of the mountains, like the waves of the sea, like the tremor of the earth, and like the roar of the thunder.

Hundreds of emotions, thousands of feelings, make people fascinated again and again, but the cool breeze in the hot summer has pulled people back to reality again and again.

This is the famous "sound of the Buddha in the summer night, and the dreamer is also real".

In this situation, Chongsheng unconsciously took out the jade flute and played it by the railing.

The flute sound moves with the rhythm of the octagonal brass bells, and the beautiful music surrounds the empty top of the tower, which looks extremely ethereal.

The sound of bells and flutes goes away with the wind, and then returns with the wind, and the wind seems to have a life and a soul.

The cool breeze is getting cold, the clear sound is in the heart, and the empty city is in the heart.

"Sir, may I ask if the music you are playing is the song of the White Fern Snow Mountain?"

The sound was clear but slightly green, the sublime flute was interrupted, and a fragrant breath penetrated his nose, and he was a little disappointed that he could not finish this song on the Budu Tower, which was a real pity.

Chongsheng turned around slowly, and in front of him was a man in white, chic and elegant, with beautiful facial features and a face as white as snow.

"Why are you so young?" The man in white stretched out his fingers and spoke, but he suddenly lost his temper, and his face flushed with shyness.

"Why did Childe say that?" Chongsheng didn't understand the meaning of the white-clothed man's words.

"Your flute is deep and sad, I thought you were a senior master."

"In this way, Childe is also a person who understands the rhythm of music. It is unknown whether the son has ever been to the Baiyuan Snow Mountain? Chongsheng heard the white-clothed boy say the name of the song accurately, remembered the holy mountain in his hometown, and unconsciously became a little kind to the stranger in front of him in a foreign land.

"Fascinated." The man in white walked to Chongsheng's side and looked at the railing.

Chongsheng only felt that the fragrance was stronger, could it be that the young sons of Junguo liked incense?

"This song is the joy of the mountain people in the Baiyuan Snow Mountain, since the son has never been there, how can he know this song?"

"Feeling. Bai Fei Snow Mountain Yin, ethereal and simple, vulgar and elegant, happy with sadness, ascending and playing, warm wind for the cold, cold into the hearts of the people, and this is not the most suitable for the octagonal bell of the summer night of Futu. The man in white looked at the entire Yucheng, and his eyes shone with brilliance.

"Oh?" Chongsheng's brows furrowed, slightly thoughtful.

"It feels right. I didn't expect to hear this song for the first time in Budu Futu, it was actually Mr., no, it was played by the little brother. The man in white thanked him.

"Sure enough, the world is very lucky." Chongsheng smiled helplessly, and thoughts that shouldn't have suddenly came to his heart.

"Dare to ask if the little brother is a leaver?" The boy in white and Chongsheng felt the same way, so he asked curiously.

Chongsheng thought for a moment: "No, I am a businessman, but I have only been to the Baiqi Snow Mountain. ”

"That's right. Fang Cai interrupted the little brother's flute in a hurry, I'm really sorry. I don't know, can I have the pleasure of listening to my little brother finish this song? The man in white looked at Chongsheng with hopeful eyes.

"That's exactly what I mean." Chongsheng sat on the ground and motioned for the white-clothed man to sit down in front of him.

The man in white looked at the ground and hesitated for a moment, then sat down beside Chongsheng.

Chongsheng adjusted his posture and played it again.

The man in white held his face with his hands, shook his head slightly with the music, and his deep eyes were as beautiful as the stars in the dark night.

At this time, there was a big battle after the Budu Tower.

The silver mangs are flying, the double knives are like red exercises, and the short daggers are like cold stars, and before they can blink an eye, the two sides have exchanged several hands.

But seeing that both of them were quite scruples, they shot slightly, for fear of disturbing others.

"Seniors. We don't have to fight anymore. "The bearer of the dagger was as light as a swallow, and he flew upside down and jumped several rooftops.

"I know you have no ill will. Today, you and I have taboos, and he might as well let go of the fight one day. "The one who wields the two swords also puts the swords back into their sheaths, and his person is Kurong.

"Don't dare. If you let go of the battle, if you don't come out of Lily, I'm afraid that you will already be the soul of your predecessors. "The man with the short dagger is dressed in a short black shirt and masked.

"The strong man is too modest. Today's World War I was caused by a misunderstanding, and the winner was not decided. ”

"Every man is his master, and every man does his duty. Dare to ask the name of the seniors, he will meet again in the future, and he will be with the seniors. ”

"Under the withered glory. The grass and trees are withered. Dare to ask the name of the strong man? ”

"No name, no surname, code name thirteen." Before the words of the bearer of the short dagger could be spoken, he had disappeared into the roof in the night.

After Chongsheng left the inn, Kurong was not at ease, so he quietly followed him until the Budu Tower secretly protected.

Soon after Chongsheng went up to the tower, a man in white also went up to the tower.

This man in white is indeed not malicious, but a man in black followed the man in white to the tower, and has been hiding behind the Buddha statue with bated breath.

Seeing this, Ku Rong deliberately exposed his traces and led the man in black away, and the two fought in the house behind the tower.

It turned out that the man in black was just the bodyguard of the man in white, and the two sides fought a few times, and then they understood where the misunderstanding was, so they stopped.

Code name thirteen? Ku Rong thought about it, he had never heard of this person in the rivers and lakes, but this person was extraordinary and should not be nameless.

What is the origin of this man in white?

"Sunny Snow Boy! It was late at night. ”

Suddenly, a high-pitched cry came from under the tower, which was rough and powerful, and full of internal energy.

"It's a pity, thank you brother tonight." The man in white stood up a little reluctantly.

"Your name is Qingxue?"

"Yes. By the way, what about you, little brother? ”

"My name is Chongsheng."

"Then, let's see you again." The man in white turned around and got off the pagoda.

"Clear snow?" Chongsheng frowned and muttered a few times, and sighed helplessly: "It's late at night." Let's go back too. ”

The tower is indeed far from the roof where Kurong is located, but Kurong can clearly hear the sublime voice, clear and flat, as if in the ear.

is not a floating slaughter, the effect of sound reinforcement is really wonderful.