Inadvertently, the night is quietly coming, the originally cool weather seems to be a little colder, the evening wind howling brings a chill of the bones, although the square has been lit a raging bonfire, but can not dispel this chill from the bottom of the heart, in order to cooperate with this special day, the unique night lighting tool "magic lighting array" in Green Willow City is not lit at all, even the sky is also special cooperation, thick clouds, thick cover the face of the full moon.

The memorial activities of the ancestral hall of the two ancestors have ended, but the two thick red candles left in front of the incense case are still dripping with a string of gloomy wax tears, the monks of Pudu Temple and the true people of Sanguanguan are still chanting as if they were in a fugue and singing the ** that they don't know, but the people in the town have already dispersed, and most of the ordinary guests who came to participate in the celebration have left, and they have stayed in the city and lived in the Happy Forest or Tongfu Inn

The 500 pig-headed flowing water mats on the street have all been dispersed, but the offerings in the Bon at the door of the people are more abundant, and the entire Green Willow City has fallen into silent silence and silence, and it is difficult to see a pedestrian on the dark street-the ghost gate is wide open on the 14th of July, and the night of the "Yu Lan Festival" should have been a day of "carnival" for lonely souls and wild ghosts.

From a distance, only Yinfeng Qinglou is still flashing a little light, and the literati and scholars who are immersed in the music of the Moyan Qin and the Qinghua Man Dance do not seem to realize the arrival of the night, and they are still intoxicated. There is also the willow Sanbian who "can sing willow words in all well water drinking places".

"On the gold list, I occasionally miss the leader. Ming Dynasty temporary relics, how to? Attempted to be in trouble, fighting or not? There is no need to talk about mourning. A talented lyricist, he is a white-clothed minister. Fireworks Alley, Yiyo Danqing Barrier. Fortunately, there is a good interest. Can be searched. And it's red and green, and it's romantic. Life is smooth. Youth is paid. endured the floating name and changed it to a shallow low singing. ”

Singing the lyrics uninhibitedly, it spreads all over the eternal sky......

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"The cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The tent of the capital door has no clue, Fang is nostalgic, and Lan Zhou is devastated. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves. The twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to. ”

Li Bai is talented, and Su Shi is also romantic. If you want to be talented, you are also romantic, and you can play with talent and romance with ease. I'm afraid that Li Bai and Su Shi are difficult to see Liu Yong's neck. The soul dripping with blood cynically carried the imperial approval signboard of "filling in the words by order", implemented the holy decree of Renzong in a grand manner, and "sang in a low voice" day and night. This trick is also poisonous enough. He played so humiliating and embarrassing that the emperor was out of breath.

- for thousands of years. The only one who dares to sink like this is Liu Yong; sank to such a wonderful place, and only Liu Yong.

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After a dance, the figure of the "peerless" Tsinghua slowly receded, and the "genius" Mo Yansu waved his hand lightly, but the sound of the piano in his hand suddenly changed again, and the impassioned tune suddenly sank, becoming gloomy and gloomy like crying, like the dead in the netherworld whispering and sentimental.

This song is the Sancai Swordsman, Cai Wenji, Zhou Gongjin and other world-famous musicians who have never heard of it in the world. and other eternal sounds. One of the new songs created by the collective after feeling something.

Back then, the three-talented swordsman once gathered the strength of three people to create a magnificent song. Originally thought that it was an insurmountable pinnacle work, who would have thought that later a music conference, the two of Qu Liu who had passed away fell from the sky, a song shocked the four, but also made the three talented swordsmen breathtaking, and then vowed to create a truly peerless work, and finally they and several super music people worked hard together to create a new song ,,,, five in one, when the song was completed, the thunder roared, the wind was strong, the dark clouds covered the sun, and the beasts roared together, this day was later called "the day of the sound".

Today, on such an occasion, the "genius" Mo Yan suddenly made a ghost play a song, but it happened to be in line with the various things of this day, and then I thought about it but couldn't help but sigh: "Providence ......"

Not to mention what happened later, but the "genius" Mo Yan suddenly played this song, and caused a lot of emotions in everyone, at this time, I saw that the maids of the Qinglou came to the front of everyone, expressionless for everyone one by one to put a candle, everyone was puzzled and then suddenly realized, suddenly remembered that it was the "Bon Festival" since ancient times The traditional program is about to begin......

——— ——— ——— decided ——— ——— fate ——— fortune———

The magic lamp suddenly went out, the candle in front of everyone faintly emitted a miserable green "bright" light, and the sound of the grumbling piano under the ink words was even more muffled, faintly floating in everyone's ears, as if there was no trance as if it came from the ghosts of the Nine Shadows Land whispered, and gradually the voice in the Fenglou gradually became lower, gradually inaudible, and finally fell into silence, speaking of which, the traditional program of the "Bon Festival" is indeed a little ...... No one spoke, and the air seemed to become heavy.

After a long time, someone finally broke the silence on this side, and the originally elegant and clear voice of the poet fairy Li Bai seemed to have become gloomy in this environment, only to hear him cough heavily and say in a low voice: "Everyone, the time has come, what do you think?"

Cao Zhi Cao Zijian, who has always been elegant and chic next to him, and is known as a talented eight buckets, also said quietly: "This matter has become a convention, you are all great sages, and you all understand it when you think about it, so there is no need to say more."

Song Yuexin, who was heroic and unrestrained in both civil and military affairs, suddenly stood up, pulled out the sword at his waist, and said sharply: "All the monarchs are a generation of heroes, why bother to be like children, it has become a convention here, has anyone ever hidden?"

Jiaxuan Monk clearly resonated with everyone, and a thin voice sounded softly, causing a low noise in the darkness, and an old voice sounded after a while.

- In that case, let's let the old decay go first......