"I'm leaving." The woman who was as cold as a woman said lightly in front of Yun Ting, as faint as a gust of wind, she couldn't feel anything, she couldn't even touch it. She just walked, and she walked in a way that was still fresh in people's memories, like a shadow of the wind, as if she had never come, only the tip of her nose could be vaguely smelled and fragrant.

She looks very ordinary, so ordinary that she is not an outstanding woman in the sea of people, but she is actually not ugly, she looks very delicate, that is, this simple and plain beauty makes her so ordinary, there is no other taste, it is bland, and bland, it is ordinary.

What is not ordinary is that her temperament belongs to the kind of person who can be surprising among 10,000 people, that kind of light and cold temperament, which can make people walk by and feel cold, but also have a kind of comfort from the heart. This kind of temperament is difficult for people to approach, but it can be close to everyone, because this kind of temperament is not something that mortals can have, and naturally some people will approach it.

This is true in reality, and it is the same in the game, she is like a piece of ice, cold and cold, with the world's rarest crystal clear, dyed the world, and dusty, bright and clean in the heart of ice. is different from the coldness of the eldest grandson's forgetfulness, it is a kind of arrogance, and hers is the coldness of leaving the world.

Her name is Ye Qingleng, cold as a house, cold and cold, cold and cold, and clear and cold.

Ye Qing looked at Yun Ting coldly, Yun Ting couldn't even feel it, she had any fluctuations, as if she was talking to the air, she didn't feel it, she didn't feel it. It's close at hand, and it's far away, that's probably what it feels like.

"You're leaving the game?" Yun Ting asked. The hot breath exhaled from between the mouth and nose, and the long-lasting heat approached the woman, but it was still cold, and there was no trace of it anymore.

"To be precise, it is to leave you, the past, and the future." Ye Qingleng whispered, his voice mixed with the wind, becoming more ethereal and unpredictable.

Her eyes, from beginning to end, were so bright, not a little dim. In the wind, in the world, I have never shaken the original heart, and my eyes have never been dusty.

Yun Ting laughed, gently bowed his chin, and stretched out his hand, wanting to stroke Ye Qingleng's long hair one last time. But Yun Ting still stopped, retracted his hand, and left with the empty heart that didn't know where to end and where.

Behind him, Yun Ting heard the sound of the piano, it was a song called Yi Shuihan, the tune was passionate, heroic, but with an indescribable loneliness, absolutely decisive.

"Perhaps, that's your decision." Yun Ting stepped on the wild grass on the ground, trampled on an ant that crawled to death, and muttered a poem found from ancient history, "The wind is sluggish, and the water is cold..."

In the end, Yun Ting heard the sound of the strings breaking, and he couldn't see Ye Qingleng anymore.

That piano is the Yi Shuiqin, which is five of the top ten famous pianos in the Three Kingdoms, and it is a famous piano that played Yi Shuihan when Gao gradually parted from Jing Ke, and it is the artifact of the pianist, and Zhao Yun's heroic gentian and Guan Yu's Qinglong Yanyue knife are the same existence and equally precious.

What Yun Ting didn't know was that when he left, Ye Qing's cold tears had already flowed all over her cheeks, but her face was still cold and indifferent, and she couldn't change it anymore.

Ye Qing's cold hand, bending and playing, pulling and drawing, under the action of his fingers, the strings vibrated and vibrated more and more. Under the stroke of the strings, on Ye Qingleng's fingers, there were red marks, and at the back, there were blood marks, and the red blood flowed down from between the fingers, dyed on the thin strings, and also flowed all over the guqin.

Until finally, the strings collapsed, and the five fingers of her hands were already a blur of flesh and blood, and she could no longer see the original slender and white.

The confidant is gone, and the natural piano is useless. In the high and gradually departing Jing Ke, in the bell period of Boya, in the cold clouds of the leaves.

She looked up at the clouds in the sky, and made the appearance of her and the clouds. With a wave of his hand, he wiped it away with a gust of wind and stopped drawing. Also wiped away is the slightly colored corner of the eyebrows, like the rouge tears that are close to blood.

Yun Ting didn't know that Ye Qingleng disappeared, died in reality, and when he died, he held a guqin that was exactly the same as Yi Shuiqin, and died in a place full of flowers, and his face that had been cold and unchanged for ten thousand years had a kind of loneliness and regret.

Yun Ting looked at the cold and cold face on the stage, and there was an indescribable bitter taste spreading in his heart. She is still like this, her face has not changed for thousands of years, no matter when and where, because of people and things, her temperament has never changed. So Yun Ting recognized her, and his eyes looked beyond the dazzling Ying'er, and he saw her at a glance.

"I'm getting cold too, right?" Yun Ting asked himself in his heart, and sat down in his chair dejectedly.

The same people, different piano sounds, different encounters, different two people, Yun Ting let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and listened quietly.

The sound of the piano, an unknown tune, swayed into his ears and struck the soft part of his heart.

"Seems like a long time, right?" Yun Ting asked in his heart, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he thought of that encounter, the lame and embarrassed hero who saved the beauty at the beginning.

In a teahouse, Yun Ting was still a leader of the Yellow Turban Army at this time, he came to this county to reconnoitre, and at the same time came to drink tea by the way. In this teahouse, I was surprised to see a rare and unpopular profession in the Three Kingdoms, the pianist.

And this pianist is still a woman, a woman with a delicate appearance but an unusual temperament, so Yun Ting became a little more curious, and slowly drank this coarse tea that could be drunk in one minute, observing this female luthier.

"It should be a player, in this era, the women who can play the guqin are all in the high-ranking families, and there will be no performers who can play the guqin. However, it does play well. Yun Ting peeled off a peanut shell, ate the peanut kernel into his mouth, and said vaguely.

He can also play the guqin, but that is a hobby, when he is in a good mood, he picks it up and manipulates it at will, but it is not as good as this female qinist, who knows at a glance that he has been immersed in the qin for many years.

Pull and flick, are very charming, the so-called three feet around the beam, but that's it, when Yun Ting was eating peanuts, he glanced around by the way, and the whole teahouse was full of people who listened to the piano and listened intoxicated.

When the song was played, the luthier sat silently, and only a few people went to the table and threw a few copper plates. At this time, not long after the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out, ten rooms and nine empty, no ordinary aboriginal would have that spare money, Yun Ting understood this very well, because he was an out-and-out Yellow Turban thief, but he never bothered to rob money.

Yun Ting didn't get up, looked at the female pianist, and found that her face had never changed, except for being light and indifferent, or light and indifferent, summed up in two words, it was cold.

No matter whether there is someone or not, and how many copper plates are given, there is no joy or disappointment on the female luthier's face, and her expression does not change in the slightest.

"It's cold." Yun Ting tightened the tattered cotton jacket on his body, and then saw an official who was in the teahouse, picked up his knife, and walked towards the female luthier.

"Hey." The official's knife fell heavily on the table in front of the female luthier, but the latter received no response.

The official's face did not change, but showed a lewd expression, and said with a smile: "I just heard you play the piano well, so let's go home with me, since you can play the piano, then you will definitely blow the flute?" As long as you help me blow Xiao, the master will give you five taels of silver. ”

As soon as these words came out, the teahouse immediately fell silent, and the aborigines were silent, and several players were not divided, and they wanted to stand up, but they were pressed back by their companions, and pointed to the wine table not far away, and the players who did not fork were quiet.

In the teahouse, there were three more tables, each of which was surrounded by seven or eight officials, who were also smiling at this time, and uttered obscene sentences in their mouths.

"Blow Xiao, blow Xiao!"

"The little lady blows Xiao."

"No, it won't." The luthier replied. From beginning to end, it has not changed, there is no resistance, there is no obedience, and it is still the same cold appearance.

"No, just teach you, look at your little mouth, it must sound good when you blow it." The official messenger continued, and the lewd smile became brighter and brighter, and his hand was already stretched out, and he was about to touch the female luthier's face.

"Thunder Knife Technique." A snow-bright sword light, coupled with the whistling sound of thunder, had already slashed at the official's hand, and directly cut off that hand. Blood splashed on Yun Ting's padded jacket and also on the female luthier's face, but Yun Ting still couldn't see the female luthier reacting, still plain and indifferent. If it were an ordinary woman, she should have shouted at this time, but she ignored the bright red blood, and she didn't even have the slightest fright, let alone fear, which made him wonder.

The official who had one hand cut off screamed, and the other hand grabbed the wound and trembled and retreated, while the three officials next to him shouted, pulled out their waist knives one after another, and rushed up.

"Offended." Yun Ting threw the blood-stained broken knife casually, directly picked up the female luthier, took the guqin with his hand, and jumped from the window of the teahouse and fled.

"What's your name?" Yun Ting asked with a pant, running through the streets of the county town, followed by more and more people, and even more disadvantaged, he was still holding the female luthier in his hand.

This made Yun Ting's movement speed sharply reduced, and he couldn't run even more, but instead let the officers and soldiers chasing behind him get closer and closer.

"Ye Qingcold." The luthier spoke, but was silent again.

"Ye Qingcold, it's really cold." Yun Ting laughed and rushed towards the dead end in front of him, and at the end was the inferior earthen city wall of the county seat.

"Zhou Cang, smash the wall, save me!" The clouds shouted loudly, and the screams pierced through the sky.

As Yun Ting's words fell, with a "bang", the city wall shook violently, and a big hole was broken in the earth and stones, and a big black man rushed in from the other side of the city wall.

Yun Ting smiled, but a few tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and when he returned to Shenla, he found that the sound of the piano had already stopped, and on the stage, only Lai Ying'er was left.

The applause was thunderous, everyone stood up, standing sincerely, but Yun Ting sat stunned, there was a feeling of disbelief in his eyes, his palms unconsciously loosened, and he clenched unconsciously.

"Is that a delusion or what?" Yun Ting asked himself, looking at the position where Ye Qingleng was located, his heart was empty, and it seemed that a part was missing.

"Life is only if you see each other for the first time, it is difficult to meet each other, and it is difficult to say goodbye." Yun Ting's hands clenched violently, his body stood up, and he was about to walk out of the room and go to find Ye Qingleng.

But before he could take a few steps, Yun Ting's hand let go again, slowly retreated, and sat back in the chair.

"It was before, it is now, life, how many lives?" Yun Ting looked at the surging crowd downstairs, and the bitterness in his heart was indescribable. Picking up the teacup casually and drinking all the tea in one gulp, Yun Ting felt more and more bitter, bitter to the point of heartache, and his limbs and bones were filled with bitterness.

"Life is only if you see each other for the first time, it is difficult to meet each other, and it is difficult to say goodbye."