Hidden in the shadows, there will never be only one person.

It's like a magazine that rarely touches on martial arts events before it surfaces, and many people think that it is where a group of folk collectors and boring script writers gather.

Only those who actually join it know what kind of monsters this organization unites.

For example, a lifetime hangs on the line,

The goal of approaching the magazine in the suspense of his life was very simple at the beginning, writing some legendary stories, earning himself a little activity fund or something, which was a small pastime when there was no task.

But by chance, he met Mr. Miaoxu, an erhu beggar who also worked in the magazine to earn travel expenses, and under the introduction of this musician, he took on a part-time job as a "reporter" in the magazine who specializes in anecdotes in various places.

As a secret agent scattered in the martial arts, he immediately noticed the magazine's control over the dynamics of the martial arts in various parts of the martial arts. In order to find out the origin of this organization and the purpose of lurking in the martial arts, he has been working as a "reporter" for many years and has developed a lot of small habits.

For example, before encountering something, I will first write a small headline in my mind when I hang out for my life--An innocent reporter is in distress late at night, and is fortunately saved by a passing colleague, is it God-sent good luck or is there another mystery?

"Well, don't think about it."

Holding the tree in one hand, the scarlet in his throat is sweet and bitter, holding the huqin in the other, and the erhu beggar who is holding his chest on the other hand, looks at the micro-expression of the blinking eyes hidden behind the fan that hangs for his life, and knows that this person must be thinking about some messy subtitle in his heart.

“…… The beggar came to the Northern Regions to look for you, but he received a summons from you halfway through, and wanted to see if there was any big news here. Who knows when you encounter this kind of thing, I said fate, are you scribbling again? Which force did you offend, and who ambushed and killed you? ”

With the sound of the erhu, he forcibly tore the "scroll of heaven", and the musician who tried to save people was also a reporter in the magazine, but unfortunately the beggar Miaoxu, who was actually better at the piano than martial arts, seemed to be injured a lot.

On the contrary, the life of the previous besieged looks like nothing unusual, wait a minute, is the gap between "peers" so big?

Wrapped in an old blue and white robe, holding an erhu made of Xiaoxiang tear bamboo, with white hair and eyes open, Miao Xu's mentality was unstable for a while, his breath was chaotic, and his body was about to fall outward as soon as he was crooked.

Thanks to the life hanging next to him, he stepped forward in time and held on:

"Oh, be careful!"

"Wow, why is it that the beggar saved you, but your injuries are even lighter? This time it's a loss, it's too much of a loss, let go, and the beggar can see it. “

Maybe it's some kind of curse, the person who pulls the erhu is either a lonely star or has a disability.

When the erhu beggar was young, he was also a handsome little Langjun, but he accidentally injured his eyes when he was fighting in the rivers and lakes, and since then one eye has not been able to open, and even half of his facial features are a little misplaced, which is terrifying in the eyes of outsiders.

What makes Miao Xu more reassuring is that even if the companion he chooses is hanging in front of him, his eyes are like looking at ordinary people whenever he looks at him.

Good luck.

"Alas, bad luck, it's really a flying disaster."

I was hanging my life to help the erhu beggar, but I was helpless, "I thought I could explore the whereabouts of Taifu Yujiefei in the north corner, but who knew that I was robbed halfway." Regarding those two people, Xiao Sheng has never seen them, and he doesn't know where he has offended. ”

"That's the case...... Erhu beggar looked convinced, hesitated for a moment, and said what he knew: "One of the beggars looks familiar, like the former killer Tianya Lone Son of the Northern Regions Martial Arts. The other person seems to be born from the Central Plains Sect, but from the number of martial arts paths, he can't see the specific origin. ”

"Hmmm......"

I was thinking about my life behind the fan. The appearance of the lonely son of Tianya, he actually recognizes it.

This person originally belonged to the command of the astrological master Geography Division, and after the change of dynasty in the northern corner, his whereabouts disappeared at the border of the Central Plains. Because of the current martial arts in the Northern Regions, whether it is the Imperial City in the Northern Corner or Jufengli, which has announced its retirement, there seems to be an inextricable relationship with the Spring and Autumn Period of the Central Plains.

There is also speculation about the origin of another black-armored swordsman who almost caused him a wound in his life. He thought that behind the ambush set up in the name of Jade Jiefei, it was very likely that it was the person he was tracking down.

But at this point, there was no need for him to tell the beggar, he only needed to confirm whether the encounter tonight was a coincidence, or ......

"That's right."

The life of the suspense seemed to suddenly remember: "Mr. Erhu, why are you looking for me?" He remembered that the Erhu beggar had clearly mentioned that the original purpose was to come to the Northern Regions to find himself.

"Ahh

When the erhu beggar heard this, he opened his only intact eye: "It's almost dawn, and I almost forgot about it." Isn't there a curious band for us before, but today there is a performance, and the beggar is here to invite you to participate. ”

"Orchestra?" I couldn't help but be surprised in my life, it turned out to be this thing.

There was a time when Miao Xu's whereabouts were haunted, he thought that the magazine had taken action, but when he asked, he found out that it was this erhu musician and several like-minded people who jointly established a folk musical instrument exchange organization, including qin, flute, xun, zhu, drum, etc. At that time, in order to cover up his purpose, he casually said that he was curious, so he agreed to introduce one or two for himself.

It's years.

I thought that Miao Xu was just saying it in passing, and I never expected to receive an invitation at this time.

"It should have been earlier, but the orchestra has always been unstaffed, and a few of them have strange tempers and refuse to show up to meet outsiders."

The erhu beggar here had a helpless expression: "This time it is easy to have all the personnel, there are new members to join, and the new music has been successfully rehearsed, so the head of the troupe proposed to invite all relatives and friends to come and accept the music, and the beggar here thinks of you." “

"Sounds like a tortuous process?" Hang your life with a fan to cover your face and blink.

The erhu beggar nodded in agreement: "Yes, the last of the thirteen musical instruments has not been decided for a long time, and it is also a problem to combine them smoothly, and the members of the troupe have always disagreed, and the top of the head of the troupe leader is almost as bald as his pipa head." ”

That's really tough.

A lifetime of suspense rose in my heart.

Here, the erhu beggar picked up the huqin, tried to keep one eye open, and then said:

"It is said that it is a gathering at dawn, and the location should be in an uninhabited valley next to the Hanhai primeval forest, because the drummers in the team want to go to an old site in the forest to find something left by the leather drummer in the three-stringed sound, not far from here, and they can still catch up."

Let's go, let's go! There is nothing new in the rivers and lakes, come and go to listen to music, nourish your spirits, and beggars play the piano for you.

The folds on the face of the erhu beggar seem to convey the above sentence to the suspense of his life.

In the suspense of his life, he quickly filtered through the information about the danger of the Hanhai primeval forest, the information of the three-stringed leather drummer in the Northern Regions, and the secret technique of Xiaoxiang Erhu in the hands of the erhu beggars in the past.

I am sure that this orchestra is probably the same as the erhu beggar himself, it is not a simple, simple orchestra.

What could be more exciting for an agent than the unknown? It's always near the Northern Regions, which happens to be the area he is responsible for exploring.

Life hangs on and says, "Okay." ”

The group of two reached the valley, which was the darkest time before dawn.

There is only a little starlight, shining on the flowing water in the valley, listening to the stream flowing through the rocks, and following the erhu beggar all his life into an open field. The rocks of varying heights around the stream resemble natural seats.

At first, it sounded like a bamboo tube hitting a tile.

It's like someone walking through the streets and alleys with a bamboo cane, or a tavern restaurant hitting the bowl with chopsticks, and the murmuring water instantly blends into the background, and it seems to be the best accompaniment in the rhythm.

Many voices were restrained by the sound of beating, and then there was the sound of Qingyue mixed with singing: "Kanqi beats the drum, under Wanqiu." No winter and no summer, worth its heron feathers......"

At this time, under the dim sky, the flowing water swirled in the valley, and there was no human figure on the stone, but the song of the ancient tone was heard first.

Miao Miao is like being in a different world.

Suddenly, there was a crack, and at the end of the four lines of the song, the percussion faded from time to time, replaced by a more distant string tremor that hummed above the flowing water.

At this moment, the stars disappeared, and a ray of dawn from outside the sky penetrated through the clouds.

Accustomed to the dimness of the light here, he looked up and saw a man in white on the high rocks in front of him.

The man in white has black hair and a shawl, his eyes are lowered and his knees are crossed, the piano is placed on his knees, he presses the strings with one hand, and his five fingers are plucked lightly.

It is not that the flowing water accepts the sound of the qin, but the sound of the guqin is outlining the flowing water, accepting the sound of the wind, and then mixing everything. The scene in the minds of those who listen to the music is as if the sky is getting brighter, and the sky is being mixed with the dawn into a cloud of night stars, and the blue color covers the darkness of the night.

When I suddenly came back to my senses, I found that I didn't know when, the erhu beggar who had brought me to my place had also taken a seat, which was a rock next to the stream not far away.

The beggar has taken the erhu off his back and put it between his legs, holding the bow in one hand and pressing the string with the other, but he does not move the bowstring, more like he is waiting for something.

I put my life on the fan and closed it, but I didn't feel that I was holding my breath, and I was looking forward to it.

He is also a person who has received the influence of Confucian music theory, so he can naturally hear that the piano skills of the man in white who played the piano at the height at this time were not inferior to the orders of the Xuehai Music Club in the past, and because of his heart for nature, the sound of the piano became more and more empty, without any fireworks in the world, more like a ruthless avenue.

Until a fallen leaf falls from the surrounding cliffs. A third figure of Miaoman came from the top of the valley, and when he turned around, he was already seated beside the man playing the qin, and the nearest wide rock. She wore a feather robe over her shoulders, and in her bosom she held a lyre-like instrument nearly eight feet long, which looked like a string and a column from a distance, and its name was "Se".

A woman with the same black hair and shawl, dressed in colored silk, placed Se on the rock, sat cross-legged, and poked out a pair of soft and boneless hands from the light veil, and then wiped them on the strings, and the twenty-three strings swung in unison, and the light sound instantly diluted the ruthlessness of the piano, as if singing the praises of the rays of sunlight that broke through the clouds, like the fiery red color added by the clouds, so that the listener swept away the emptiness in his heart, and truly understood that when the morning light came, the valley awakened the joy of all things at this moment.

The lingering joy of erhu is joined at this time.

The beggar should enjoy himself with the wind, and under the bowstring is the wind that blows the water and leaves in the morning. At the same time, there is also the sound of the interlude hidden in the shadows, which is just like the finishing touch, and once again introduces the sound of the surrounding wind and falling leaves and flowing water.

Unconsciously, the listener was quiet with a breeze on his sleeves, a fan hanging from his knees, and he had never noticed that he had been sitting cross-legged on the rocks of a nearby stream for the rest of his life.

The sound faded away.

The man in white didn't seem to be good at the second half of the music, so he simply stopped.

On the contrary, the sound of bamboo slices hitting again came from nowhere, crisp and guiding the souls of people who fell into dreams.

Then the heavens and the earth were silent, as if only twenty-three strings were left to jingle smartly.

I don't know when the sky has already brightened, dotted high in the air, scattering brilliant light into the valley stream and spring, stirring up a layer of more and more dreamy colors!

One string and one column around the ten fingers, weaving dreams with bare hands, covering nature, and following the natural strings without realizing the suspense of his life, he naturally closed his eyes.

There is also a wisp of huqin lingering in the wind, outlining the deepest thoughts of the human heart that are most difficult to let go......

Later, the sound stopped, and only the continuous music of the erhu remained in the valley, outlining the last trace of dream.

"Was the piece a success?"

The person who appeared on the other side was none other than Linque Young Fu Qingsheng hugging the fox, holding a palace fan and carefully observing the life of his life, and speaking out cautiously.

——The sound of the huqin stopped suddenly, and for a while, everything fell silent.