The breeze hides a little cold, such as the peach blossoms in the painting have become a hundred miles of rouge clouds, the mountain is quiet adjacent to the pavilion of the pond, but there is not a peach blossom petal, only a sycamore is silently guarded in front of the pavilion, the dark gray branches fall starlight-like buds, the eaves are hung with two bells with a gust of cold wind, it is slightly swaying with the pleasant and crisp sound of the mountain heart, several stone benches covered with dust in front of the building lie quietly under the plane tree, a few white hibiscus bloom in the corner.

"Get on your knees!"

There was a stern, low sound in the pavilion, and then there was a long silence.

A smoker burned and overflowed the smoke veil, Yang Kongshan closed his eyes and turned his back to the two kneeling on the ground, and then stared at the plaque on his head for a long time without saying a word, and under the plaque, there was a line of Yang clan tablets from top to bottom, but between those many tablets, there was a tablet without any text depiction.

The empty tablet without any text is different from the position of many tablets, which is plain and inconspicuous but is placed in many tablets as if it were placed respectfully, in short, it is difficult to detect if you do not look closely.

The two teenagers behind Yang Kongshan were Qin Coffin and Yang Ling, Qin Coffin and Yang Ling, who were kneeling on the ground, looked at the room in front of them, naturally knew where they were, but they had a confused look in their eyes, I don't know why Yang Kongshan, who was carrying them on their backs, was angry and caught the two of them here, but Yang Kongshan had been carrying him for a long time, and he was full of doubts in his heart, but he was afraid of Yang Kongshan, whose face was dark, and the two looked at each other and didn't dare to say a word.

Looking at the desk under the tablet of the ancestors of the Yang family, a lamp of incense had almost been burned, but Yang Zhen was still silent with his back to them, and the Qin coffin kneeling on the side began to be a little bored, and he looked left and right in this room.

With a fresh and eye-catching incense permeating the whole house, it is very different from the elegant and simple furnishings in the house, smelling the fragrance that floats over, but I don't know what spices are used in the incense burner, and I free my arm to touch Yang Ling, who was kneeling with him, and saw Yang Ling, who bowed his head respectfully, ignored it, so he had no choice but to move his mind elsewhere.

"Street, Ling'er, you know why you two were summoned here, you know that you are wrong!" The wind chimes outside the house gradually became softer, and Yang Zhen turned to look at Qin Changjie who was looking around and said.

"Long street, gradually resigned, I don't know, I know my mistakes. Qin Coffin and Yang Ling replied respectfully when they heard Yang Zhen finally speak.

"I don't know, why do you know it's wrong. Yang Zhen asked again.

"Lao Ling, if you don't say one or two, how do we know eight or nine, don't you let us guess. After kneeling for a long time, the numbness in his legs made his butt sit on the ground, and he asked Yang Zhen rhetorically.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a rickety back slowly walked into the house, his face was a little gloomy, and his legs were slightly bent from the rhythm of the steps, and the first thing that people noticed was the empty sleeves floating in the air, and when the middle-aged man entered the house, he first nodded slightly towards Qin Changjie and Yang Ling, and then walked into Yang Kongshan's side and whispered, after listening to Yang Bo's whispering, Yang Kongshan glared at Yang Ling angrily and brushed his sleeves away.

"Young Master Ling, Young Master Changjie, Uncle Yang followed Mr. to go first. ”

The pitch-black empty mountain wooden ring ruler placed on the desk faintly emitted a dim light, and then disappeared without a trace.

......

After Yang Kongshan and Yang Bo whispered, they hurriedly left the Wind Chime Pavilion, and fell into a silent atmosphere, the incense on the desk had already burned to ashes, and a strong fragrance in the room gradually faded.

"Gradually, what did you say about the origin of this ring ruler of Lao Ling, why should you take care of it as a pillow man. Qin Coffin looked at the pitch-black empty mountain wood ring ruler lying quietly, and joked with Yang Ling.

"A ring ruler made of broken Nanshan wood, how do I know the origin of this thing, my father treats it as a treasure, I Yang Ling doesn't have the heart to think about this broken ruler, how to let my father dissipate his anger is the most important thing at the moment. Yang Ling glanced at the pitch-black empty mountain wood ring ruler and sighed.

"Lao Ling's stubborn temper, you don't know, the last time I came to this pavilion has been three years ago, I stayed here for a day and a night, and finally my wife called us back, you kid will stay here with peace of mind, your ears are quiet and the smell of incense is so comfortable. At this time, Qin Changjie lay leisurely on the spiral staircase in the corner with his hands on the back of his head, looking up at the roof.

Seeing that Qin Coffin was so casual, Yang Ling got up and patted the dust on his body, walked to the edge of the tablet of the Yang ancestor, and wanted to touch the jet-black ring ruler placed on the desk with his hand, there seemed to be an invisible airflow barrier on the pitch-black ring ruler blocking Yang Ling's outstretched palm.

At the moment when Yang Ling touched it, a burning pain pierced from between his fingers to his brain, and a violent tearing sensation exploded in his mind, and a black shadow suddenly appeared in the darkness, and his index finger and middle finger stood together into fingers, like a ray of light dotted all over Yang Ling's body, and the black shadow was dressed in a black robe, and he couldn't see his face under the black robe.

"Who are you!" Yang Ling frowned, his eyes flashing vigilantly at the black-robed man who suddenly appeared.

"It doesn't matter to you who I am, now you don't have to use the source qi in your body. Under the black robe, he said in a low voice casually.

"Long Street, Long Street, what are you kid doing!" Yang Ling, who had an uneasy face, turned his head to look at the Qin coffin in the corner and shouted loudly, but Qin Changjie on the corner acted as if he hadn't heard it.

The silence was so abnormal, and a deep fear secretly rose in Yang Ling's heart at this time...

"Stop screaming, boy. He won't hear it when he's asleep, don't worry, you'll fall asleep later. The black shadow looked at Yang Ling, who was constantly struggling with a red face, and shook his head slightly with a sneer.

Seeing that there was no response, Yang Ling became more and more anxious in his heart, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free of the rope in front of him that bound him with light, and he noticed that the room he was in seemed to be isolated from the outside world, and there was a faint sound of wind chimes in his ears.

The blood of Jiangcheng flowed into a river in his mind and the miserable wail between heaven and earth was gradually blocked and hidden, his eyelids were about to sink, and the consciousness of the black-robed person in front of him gradually blurred, only to feel that he was in Jiangcheng, peach blossoms, mountains and seas, and forgot the tearing and twisting pain in his brain a moment ago.

As his body floated softly, the black-robed man stretched out his hand and put it on the Heavenly Spirit Cover of Yang Ling with his eyes closed, and the rich aura enveloped it, and a clean and pure cyan light appeared between the black-robed man's palms, and after a while, the black-robed man withdrew his palms.

"If you know the yin and yang that happens, why not reverse, if there is a spirit of reversal, and not yin and yang are reversed, the way of heaven can not be done, humanity is the vicissitudes of life, so it is better to experience with memory will only be endless pain, it is better to forget what is going to happen, and it will mature after experiencing it. Getting some sleep is your best bet. ”

The person hidden under the black robe gradually walked towards the black empty mountain wooden ring ruler placed on the desk, waved his hand slightly, and a cyan light shot out from the palm of his hand, and let out a long sigh.

"Old friend, we meet again. ”

"What I promised you has been done, but I don't know why you entrusted me in the first place...."The black-robed man stopped talking, and watched affectionately as the flute in his hand gradually disappeared into the darkness.

The time that stopped in the pavilion was running as usual after the person disappeared, and the aura around Yang Ling's body completely dissipated, and Yang Ling, who fell into a deep sleep, fell heavily from the air to the ground, while Qin Coffin in the corner looked at the roof beams in the air for some reason, becoming more and more sleepy, and closed his heavy eyelids into the dream.

......

"Brother, brother, wake up. ”

Yang Ling, who was in a daze, heard Yang Nianci's faint voice, and another tender white and silky hand slapped indiscriminately on his face, and suddenly opened his eyes, his body was half-pressed by one leg, his chest was slightly untidy, and he suddenly had a cold sweat behind his back, and when he saw Yang Nianci squatting aside, he sighed in his heart, but he turned his mind and snuggled up to him.

He looked sideways with a worried gaze, and at the same time saw Qin Coffin, who had just woken up and opened his eyes, looking at Yang Ling with the same doubtful gaze, looking at each other for a few seconds, like a chrysanthemum that was cold and did not have a fragrance.

"Ahh

There was a miserable sound of fright in the building, such a ghost crying wolf howl, but it was not soaked in the picturesque next door under the green peak.

......

In the Qingfeng Valley, the water is flowing from top to bottom, a few birds in the forest are chirping and flying over, and under a peach blossom tree that is high in the sky in the mountains, two figures who look like teenagers but have no immature breath, look at each other, revealing silent affection, and a cool and tactful sound of the piano is playing between the teenagers.

The hidden feelings of the eyes are overflowed by the sound of the instrument in the hand, a gust of wind blows, and the peach blossoms in the sky under the pleasant fascination between the fingers are transformed into the idea of dancing in front of the two of them.

The long hair is not chaotic, the heart is born from the sound of the piano and chaos, the chaos is not the mind, but the messy heart hidden in the body, the years are not arbitrary, too much time can not be said only because of the cowardice of nature, infected with inescapable distractions, but the sound of the piano under the fingertips of the two has no flowers and no roots, pure and flawless.

Counting the falling petals, when the piano tune passed the timbre point, the flower shadow danced a few times, the deep valley of the orchid echoed with the vague sound of the piano, and the water flowing down from the mountains still saw the cold air rising, but it couldn't touch the two people who closed their eyes under the peach blossom tree, and the fish in the clear stream were more and more joyful, and the birds in the air had lost their way at this time.

The bird caught in the sound of the piano finished playing the song of the two of them, still persistently hissing and chirping, and put down his hands and landed on the strings, and the petals dancing in the air gradually drifted away with the wind, and when he opened his eyes, a tear fell faintly under the soft eyelids.

......

"Brother Ziji, when you leave today, I don't know when you will return?" Liu Baiya put aside the Qin Se in his hand, stretched out his hand to hold the falling flowers in the air, looked at the petals that fell between his palms, and sighed with a look in his eyes.

"Baiya, there is always a time to return, but I don't know when. ”

The rugged-looking, malevolent face sighed helplessly, and even the two thick black eyebrows rippled softly, like the moon in the night sky, and the copper-colored skin set off the handsome facial features, but the closed beard under the cheeks concealed the immaturity of the years.

Jiang Cheng knew that Liubai Cliff was decisive, extremely angry, and fierce, but he didn't know that such a Liubai Cliff would have such a tender side.

The two of them are on the mountain with their backs, looking at the beautiful scenery under the mountain, the clouds and mist, the stream is murmuring, at this moment the two of them are very good in their hearts to stay at this moment, but what they think in their hearts is what they think in their hearts after all, how can the two people with small eyes block the way of heaven,

"Here, try this pot of flavored wine!" Yang Ziqi turned his head to look at the Liubai Cliff beside him with a weird smile,

"Brother Zi's wine, Bai Ya really doesn't dare to compliment a few sips anymore, if it's to taste it, I'm afraid it will be diarrhea for a few days. ”

"Bai Ya, you kid impressed me, when did you look like the girl next door. Yang Ziqi ignored Liu Baiya's timid expression, threw him a pot, and drank it alone.

When there were three points left in a pot of wine, he turned around and put the piano under the peach blossom tree into his bag, lifted the saber he carried and left the mountain, while Liu Baiya looked at the pot of wine dropped by Yang Ziqi in his hand, shook his head slightly, and left in the opposite direction of Yang Ziqi.