When I was young, I didn't know what ambition was, until the spring of that year.

The sky was already white, as if there was a pale red morning glow slowly rising, like red pigment dripping on the pale blue cloth, from thick to faded, warm and moist faint.

Looking away from the swaggering mountain, from the curtain waterfall to the trickle, a soft light sprinkled down, splashing in the layers of water mist, like delicate and soft like a fairy floating light gauze water sleeves, sprinkled on the layers of clouds.

The winding mountain road is like a cloud ladder suspended in the sky in front of everyone, walking on both sides of the stone steps, the towering trees in the eyes do not know where to hide, the pale red morning glow turns into a busy cloud through the mist, from the sky straight to the world.

A group of thirteen young and young figures followed a middle-aged man towards the mountain peak in front of him, the middle-aged man walked as light as the wind, and there was not a trace of ripples on his serious face, and his eyes were like torches staring at the huge light and shadow falling from the sky on the upper peak.

On each side of that ray of light was a mountain peak, rising up like an immortal guiding the way.

The three teenagers and two girls followed the middle-aged man calmly, followed by three or two with a slight blue on their faces, and their feet trembling slightly as they walked on the stone steps. However, there was a young man who was far behind the group, leaning over and clinging to the stone wall beside him.

Panting heavily, the beads of sweat on his forehead were like broad beans, sweating like rain, his immature little face was a little frightening, there was no bloodshot at all, his eyes were full of scarlet, and his lips were cracked due to long-term lack of water, as if a breeze would blow his haggard and weak body to the foot of the misty mountain in front of him.

One of the young girls stopped, looked back at the thin young man behind her, frowned, and then walked sideways to the young man and asked with concern, "Qin Qian, are you okay?"

Before the thin and panting boy looked up to answer the girl, a young man's fingertips and meager aura were running on the thin boy's forehead. After the aura flowing on his fingertips slowly merged into the thin young man, the young man's face turned a little pale and he held the thin young man on his shoulder.

The two teenagers looked at each other and smiled slightly, and walked towards the steps in front of them with weak steps, the girl hurriedly followed behind the young man and put the thin young man's left hand on her shoulder, and the thin young man said in a low voice: "Empty Mountain, listen to the words, Yang Qian's shallow cultivation has dragged everyone down." ”

Yang Gan studied under the mountain not the mountain gate, and his cultivation qualifications were the least outstanding in the academy, and his sister Qin Cao and eldest brother Qin Zhan in his bloodline were talented, and he Qin Qian was completely incomparable, but his personality was in the world and made friends on different paths for him.

When the pedestrians in front of them saw Yang Kongshan behind them helping some Yang Gan who had no blood on his face, they stopped and waited for Yang Kongshan and a few people, taking advantage of the opportunity to breathe and admire the peaks and peaks around the stone staircase.

I can't remember how many steps they had taken, but the light that came down from the fog was the top of the mountain where they had finally stopped. As the crowd took a step forward, they got closer and closer in front of their eyes, but they didn't know how many stone steps they had stepped on, and the light was still not far from them.

When looking down from above, I saw a thick white fog covering the stone steps behind me, in the white clouds, faintly with a little red, red, green and green, the flowers and plants in the swaggering mountain were hidden in the fog and hazy, like a shy girl hiding at the screen, sometimes poking out a touch of crimson and sometimes disappearing.

It's like falling into chaos, as if you're in a fairyland.

On the top of the mountain, two white-haired people sat on the edge of a game of Go, there were no black and white children on the chessboard, each holding an iron pen made of dark iron in their palms, staring at the chessboard in front of them in confusion, and the iron pen seemed to depict clear lines.

Under the delicate and straight lines, there are faint inkstone-like rune aura fluctuations slightly, but the complete Go line phalanx is missing a large corner, and it looks a little light and light red.

"Well, that's fine. ”

"Yes, yes. ”

From the two old men under the white silk snow whispered softly, flicked their sleeves, a gust of wind passed by, the mountainside clouds around the waist of the cloudy clouds At this moment, a gust of wind cleared the clouds and mist around the group, and suddenly everyone's tired and heavy feet seemed to be freed from an invisible shackle. They all frowned, and they didn't know why.

After resting for half a moment, everyone saw that the thin Qin Qian was supported by Yang Kongshan, and there was no contempt in his eyes, saying that Qin Qian was generally talented among them, but he took care of Qin Gan with affection, although the Qin family in Beicheng was the last of the hundred families, but there were two talented Qin Cao and Qin Zhan in the cultivation path, and although Qin Qian said that he was a little lacking in the talent in the cultivation path, but among the thirteen of them, the master was the most loved.

Helping the thin Qin Qian to a rock, Yin Wenyu handed the water bag on his waist to Qin Gan who was sitting on the big stone, and wiped the sweat on his forehead with the brocade handkerchief in the cuffs.

In his eyes, he couldn't believe that as soon as he went to call the mountain not a mountain, the witch of the mixed world who made everyone in the courtyard jump and heard the words, and there was actually a woman who was as tender as water. It was just a short moment, and the cold and deep eyes came towards everyone, and suddenly, the difference in the perception in my heart fluctuated too much.

The cold light made everyone's Adam's apple agitate up and down, and a chill rose behind them, and everyone smiled slightly embarrassed.

The breeze came from afar, and a middle-aged man's sleeves fluttered down under everyone's eyes, with a medium figure, a square face, and a gentle smile on his face with deep dark eyes like stars, as if the palm of his hand had stumbled over the years, gently on Qin Gan's shoulder, a roll of green silk mist was rising, and Qin Qian's blue face gradually rose ruddy.

"Miss Yinjia, last time I promised the old man to save the sycamore sapling in the back mountain!

"I heard you want my help, won't I just come here! No matter what kind of sapling, this girl will give the old man a good raiser. ”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, subtle wrinkles floated, and moved the palm that was placed on Qin Qian's body, and walked up towards the ladder with his negative hand, like a gust of breeze coming and going at any time.

The frightened eyes of everyone were cold again, and they hurriedly followed behind the middle-aged man, clearly feeling that after stepping on a stone step, there was no previous force pressing on the body, and it was much lighter and refreshing.

When stepping on the peak, a trace of wind did not blow, the clouds and mist above spread out for thousands of miles, the foot of the body is like a huge jade plate suspended between heaven and earth, looking away, the peaks in the distance are all engulfed by the clouds, a few mountain trees seem to float on the mountain peak in front of them, at first glance, as if from the sky of the immortal floating immortals.

The heavens and the earth change suddenly, the sea of clouds floats, and the peaks hidden in the clouds appear and disappear from time to time, making people feel in their hearts on the turbulent waves.

Everyone raised their eyes, and as they looked, a huge stone tablet hung above the top of the mountain, and a rich aura swirled around the huge stone tablet from heaven and earth, and under the stone tablet, several figures stood below as if they had lost their souls.

The stone tablet was embossed with runes that looked like strange tadpoles, and after a long time, the strange words were actually walking on the stele, far away in the sky, there was a burst of deplorable sound in the ears, glowing with a faint red light, and then those chaotic runes gathered together after a moment and fell a piece of text.

The south city is out of Ziwei, the north city is now empty mountain, supplemented by the thirteen sons called the mountain is not a mountain, the sky is chaotic in all directions, and the wind is surging!

When a line of words fell in front of everyone's eyes, he secretly read silently in his heart, as if he was confused by the runes on the stone tablet, his eyes were confused, and he walked towards the stone tablet without his body controlling. Under the huge stone monument hanging in the air, the pupils of the previous teenagers and girls seemed to be the same fanatical refusal to leave.

Walking behind everyone before stepping on the top of the mountain, Yang Kongshan supported Qin Qian and looked at everyone staying under the stone tablet suspended in the air, slightly puzzled, just looking at a stone platform not far away, Yin Wenyu put his hand behind his back, and jumped behind Yang Kongshan in small steps.

After gently helping Qin Qian to sit down on the stone platform, he turned around and walked towards everyone, Yin Wenyu looked at Yang Kongshan passing by, frowned and was slightly displeased, leaving a cold word. looked at Qin Qian, who was sitting on the stone platform, and gradually walked away.

When Yin Wenyu approached, there were two old men on the side of the stone platform, holding iron pens and carving on the stone platform, but when he saw Qin Qian, he looked intently at the two old men trembling with iron pens in their palms carving, sneering, and his heart was a little buried in the two old men constantly turning back and forth on the lines on the stone platform.

Walking under the huge stone stele, Yang Kongshan walked behind a young man, patted the young man's shoulder with his hand, and woke up in a panic in the Liubai Cliff that sank into the magic barrier, a pair of scarlet eyes looked sideways at Yang Kongshan, Yang Kongshan frowned, his eyes looked at each other in an instant, he saw a sea of fire, the ruins and corpses under the city were all over the field, and a figure was standing upside down in the air.

But when the voice of Liubaiya echoed in his ears calling him, he suddenly woke up, and his spirit was in a trance for a moment, and the scarlet eyes of Liubaiya had long since disappeared. Seeing that Yang Kongshan was a little confused, Liubaiya smiled bitterly, and gently patted Yang Kongshan in a panic like a soothing.

"Empty Mountain, where is Qin Qian?" asked Liubaiya in a low voice.

"In... Pranayama at the stone platform. Yang Kongshan replied.

"What about Master?" asked Liu Baiya again towards Yang Kongshan.

"Master went to Master Ancestor alone and told us to wait here. ”

"Brother Baiya, why are you talking like this?"

The words appeared on the stele, and for some reason it looked like it was in a trance, as if it was wandering in the abyss. ”

With Liubaiya's arm pointing, he looked at the words on the stone tablet, and then looked towards Qin Qian. In his eyes, Qin Qianzheng and Yin Wenyu, who were sitting on the edge of the stone platform, were looking at the stone platform in front of them.

In the clouds and mist above, a white crane passed by the mountain peak, disappearing from time to time.

After that, it was called the mountain, not that there was a missing figure in the mountain, and many years later, I knew that a white crane was hovering for a few years.

The pupils of Liubai Cliff under the sky were slightly dim, and he looked down at his palm, his mind was not there.

The white crane soaring in the clouds hovered low, and the pupils of Liubaiya stared at the white and tender palm in front of him, and gradually bright red blood emerged, fading from the white and tender skin into a deep palm print, and the aura of fear faintly appeared under the sight.

The stone tablet under the wind, a sycamore flower alone floats and falls, walks between the foreheads of the Liubai Cliff, the swaggering mountain peaks and the sea of clouds have come but have not left, after looking for a long time, lift the palm of the hand to grasp the faint snow-like flower that falls between the eyebrows.

Stretching out his palm, the moist pupils were drunk and hazy, a cool and hazy shade of light, the sycamore flowers that looked faint like snow turned into pieces in an instant, and the valley wind swept by, gently turning up a handful of hair in front of his forehead, and blowing into the eyes of Liubaiya.

The palm of his hand gradually moved away from the untouchable like a dream, and the gentle mist floated in front of his eyes, as if he were close to his face.

A bleak moonlight hung on a withered plane tree, leaking shimmering broken jade on the sparkling water, the leaves on the plane tree were scattered and swaying slightly, and the quiet water flowed around the plane tree, and the Liubai Cliff walked towards the plane tree.

In the middle of the lake, on a shoal, the Flowing Cypress Cliff walked from the quiet water, and when you walked under the plane tree, the pitch-black stone tablet stood in the dirt under the layers of dead leaves, and a scroll on the stone tablet rested quietly on it.

The pitch-black stele seemed to find that someone had stepped on this place, and the lazy moonlight sprinkled a touch of light and shadow on the stele at this moment, like a young woman falling from the sky, wandering like wisps, as if falling into the air, dancing lightly, shallow water, and holding a piano in the palm of her hand.

Playing the sound of Miao Miao, the yellowed leaves on the plane tree turned and fell, so that the Liubai Cliff squinted slightly and listened to the sound that seemed to be like a heavenly sound, shaking his head slightly in intoxication, and waited until the end of the piano sound, opened his blurred eyes, and did not see the soft moonlight around him.

A gust of wind rises, the cold is cool, the dead leaves under the feet are carried and floating, an antique qin Huo Ran appeared in front of him, sat on the ground and looked at the guqin lying on the dead leaves, for some reason, a bitter fluctuation of Liubai Cliff emerged in the heart, lifted the palm of the hand to stroke the strings on the guqin, and gently hooked the index finger.

A breeze in the ears fluctuated, the fingertips like water like the sound of the piano sounded leisurely, filling the heart of the Liubai Cliff flowing and meandering, when caught in the sound of the piano and unable to extricate itself, a sudden stinging pain paralyzed the whole body, and the hand on the guqin dripped like water droplets.

A woman's weakening voice continued to echo in her ears, and suddenly a pool of red blood splashed on the guqin under her palm from her mouth, and her scattered gaze gradually became clear, and she was startled, and the picture in front of her introduced a burst of hair in Liu Baiya's heart.

Looking at the desolation under his feet in horror, there is no trace of the guqin, how can there be a soft moonlight covered by a light veil, the sparkling picture in front of him is like a blood river full of bloody breath, and the bright moon on his head seems to be dyed with a scarlet under his feet.

Suddenly took a step back, at this time, Liu Baiya's right hand was on the broken stone tablet in front of him, and the afterglow looked at the stone tablet beside him, and the handwriting that seemed to be written in a lonely manner appeared on his pupils. Shocked, he gasped a cool breath that was hard to swallow, and his legs fell backwards with a burst of weakness.

After being frightened, Liubaiya's hideous face slapped wildly behind him with his hands, completely unaware that the scroll on the stone tablet was torn to the ground by him, lying on the ground as if gradually unfolding a landscape painting, and at this moment Liubaiya was drenched in a trance.

The river of blood under him splashed with blood-red water, splashing on Liubai Cliff, the messy hair was wet and stuck to the skin, like thousands of ants crawling on the body, blood covered the face, lost in the scarlet eyes, unable to find the footsteps of the shore, desperately getting rid of the struggle and falling into it more and more.

After a long time, Liubaiya looked blankly at the rippling river of blood that gradually submerged his body.

Tick!

A crisp voice in his ears suddenly woke up the bewildered Liubai Cliff.

When the moonlight fell, the light reflected in front of the eyes was dispersed by the droplets of water falling from the damp hair, startling countless ripples. And in the middle of the ripples, a very small spiral vortex rolled up, and the red blood water in his eyes was suddenly sucked in by the invisible force in the whirlpool.

The scarlet eyes were completely clear, except for some murky water covered with a light veil under the moonlight, and he moved his eyes to see the scroll that was spread out, and stood up and walked towards the shore, bringing a gurgling stream of water.

Stepping on the layers of fallen leaves, the water stains of the damp clothes kept flowing from the body onto the dead leaves, like a little dew in the thin white mist. Shake off the sleeve of his shirt, wrap it around his wrist, and pick up the scroll at his feet slightly.

The scroll is a piece of dry yellow paper, and a picture is drawn with black pen and ink on the paper, a white-haired old man sits on a rock at the bottom of the mountain, with a 3,000-foot waterfall behind him, sitting cross-legged, his hands on the strings of the guqin in front of him, his expression is completely integrated into his own music, and the splashing mist sets up a colorful rainbow bridge.

The most shocking thing at a glance is the old man sitting cross-legged playing the piano, his eyes are covered by a white silk, and the white silk swings in the wind between the mountains and rivers. Under his eyes, two handfuls of vermilion red sand were embellished, as if tears in his eyes had hurt his pupils, and a hundred birds in the sky stopped on the branches of the trees to listen to the sounds of heaven popping out of their hands.

The inscription on the upper left line, respectively, will be the word interpretation annotation, the cool breeze, the wet clothes under the body shaking, the coldness hit, as if the spirit is placed on that line of words, do not feel the discomfort brought by the damp clothes to the body, the mouth whispers unconsciously on the fallen leaves took two steps.

After reading a few words lightly, he paused for a moment and then continued to look up, when Liubai Cliff read down the deeper the furrow on his brows became deeper and deeper, his eyes changed from shock to excitement to helplessness, and finally suddenly brightened, and the frowning brow seemed to be frightened, and he couldn't stretch it for a long time.

With a long sigh, when the dense line of words was read by Liubaiya, the scroll in his hand ignited from the eyes of the old man playing the piano in the painting, and then a force broke away from the palm of Liubaiya's hand, floating in the air, and spread rapidly from a little point of the scroll.

Looking up at the scroll that burned into ashes, Bai Yasheng Qin Road, dark in all directions after night, flowing water to see high mountains, day and night to pick up blue flowers. The most imprinted in his heart was this sentence, looking down at the scroll and leaving a touch of red sand on his hands, gradually turning into a drop of blood and blending into the flesh and skin.

Suddenly, a Yaoqin with abundant aura appeared on his hands, the breeze blew, blowing off the dust on the Yaoqin, and a broken butterfly on it danced a permanent parting picture into the eyes of Liubai Cliff, and there was a butterfly dancing on the left hand.

The sound of white cranes in the sky swept overhead from the dark night.