Bai Feng's heart is very chaotic now, messy like twine, can't be sorted out, cut constantly, it seems that since receiving training and getting the name Bai Feng, it has not been so hesitant, confused, and doesn't know where it is going to fly.

Walking in the dim sun, the setting sun reflected his cheeks, but he walked and jumped a little unstoppable. In the past, whenever the great general Ji Wuye did not have a task for him, he liked to run out of the city with the ink crow - in any case, the mountains and forests there were always wider than the general's mansion, and the air was fresher.

And since seeing the beautiful and peculiar girl playing the piano on the Bird Pavilion that night, Bai Feng has hardly left the area around the General's Mansion, and has been wandering on the roofs and cornices inside and outside the mansion for several days.

But after a long time, he patrolled around, and he went around for an unknown number of circles, and there may have been many places he patrolled, but every time Bai Feng patrolled, he would eventually subconsciously come to the same place - the Bird Pavilion, to be precise, to take a look at the girl in the pavilion.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but every time he came here, he would give himself a good excuse to convince himself that he just wanted to hear her tune, what kind of piece of music was she playing?

Bai Feng, who was patrolling today, landed on the roof opposite the Bird Pavilion and looked at her quietly, he seemed to have more than pity or sympathy for her, in addition to sympathy, there was also an indescribable emotion.

The sun has always given warmth to all people equally, it caresses the girl's white hand, the girl's hand caresses the void, the fingers move rhythmically, flying in the air, playing the invisible harp, playing her invisible music.

The girl was in the Bird Pavilion, but it was as quiet as sitting alone in the valley. Faced with a fate that was so close at hand, she shouldn't have been so calm. And she was just bent on playing the piano in the ethereal space.

"Every time I see her, I'm playing the piano." Thinking of this, Bai Feng had already jumped in front of a window behind the girl. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten too close, but he forgot about it.

The clear sky during the day is infinite, and the light and bright blue sky is the perfect place for birds to fly. A small white dot swept over the blue sky, and in the light sound of fluttering, a white bird flew into the window and landed on the hand of the girl in front of the Qingyu case.

The girl slowly opened her eyes. Her pupils are as bright as spiritual beads, and her eye waves flow like empty mountains and clear springs.

When she saw the bird, her eyes immediately showed joy, and she stopped what she was doing.

The girl's spring-like fingertips tapped the bird's jaw, and the bird seemed to be very close to it, and gently jumped onto her tender right hand, and the girl smiled and lifted her palm upward, and said with a smile, "It's you again." ”

This was the first thing Bai Feng heard her say in a few days, her voice was as clear as a clear spring, although the spring water was gentle, she still felt clear and cold. The clear springs in the empty mountains are often inevitably lonely and secluded, hiding the heart.

The girl looked at the bird with a smile, and suddenly put her finger on the bird's right limb, and said in surprise and distress, "You are injured." ”

Bai Feng felt that this little bird was a little familiar, and recognized it after a closer look: "It's that little white bird." ”

He also understood that the little white bird often came to visit the girl in the Bird Pavilion these times, and it could bring her a little comfort.

The girl gazed at the little white bird tenderly, smiled again, and said, "Fortunately, someone with a good Samaritan bandaged your wounds. ”

The little white bird was still not very steady, flapping its wings from time to time. It glanced at the girl, fluttered, and suddenly flapped its wings and flew away, flying to the window behind the girl, and flying to the white phoenix standing outside the window to help it bandage its wounds.

The girl was slightly disappointed, turned her head to look in the direction of the little white bird's departure, and said to herself, "Are you going to leave so soon?" ”

……

"What kind of music is she playing?" On the roof opposite the Bird Pavilion, Bai Feng took off with one foot in the air, sat on the corner of the eaves and thought about it.

There was a "whoosh" behind him, someone fell, and then footsteps sounded, and someone approached. Bai Feng knew that it was the ink crow who came.

"Well, you're weird. Lately, I've been patrolling this area. Mo Crow stood behind Bai Feng and said.

I haven't seen Mo Crow today, God knows where he fooled around, and it came out at this moment, and it was nothing good, but Mo Crow's next sentence made it difficult for Bai Feng to react.

"I asked for the name of the beautiful woman, do you want to know?"

"Not interested." Bai Feng twisted his head to the side and said in a nonchalant tone, but there seemed to be a little unwillingness and longing in his heart, and he turned his head again.

Mo Crow winked knowingly and smiled, "Really not interested? That's not what you look like. ”

"The other girls are crying and crying all day long, but she is different, this girl is very special. Moreover, her origin also seems unusual. ”

Bai Feng pretended not to look at the ink crow behind him, but listened very seriously.

Mo Crow saw through Bai Feng's disguise at a glance, raised his head and said, "Forget it, I'll tell you kindly, her name is - Rongyu." ”

Get jade! Bai Feng muttered these two words in a low voice.

……

In front of the bronze mirror, Lang Yu, who was dressing up his appearance, suddenly heard a "tuo" sound behind him. When she looked back, she saw an antique yaoqin placed on the Aoki table.

This is a guqin with a beautiful shape and soft color. Hundred-year-old paulownia wood, silk kneading strings, carved body, delicate texture, light-colored silk spikes leaning on the appearance of the green jade case.

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. The smile on Langyu's face was much deeper, and there was a hint of meaningful charm. Raising her bare hand, caressing the surface of the piano, when the green fingertips touched and slid on the seven strings, there was a wonderful feeling that penetrated through her heart, and a warm picture appeared in her mind: the enchanting woman in purple, the gorgeous small building, the yaoqin on the high platform, her cheerful playing, and the red-clothed girl smiling like a flower.

The lyre, this is her harp, it is her life.

The jade twisted the strings according to the knots, and waved them with their fingers. Outside the window behind her, with her hands clasped to her chest, she didn't look back.

"Whew!" The crisp and pleasant soft sound sounded, Bai Feng suddenly looked back, and the moment he heard the first piano sound, his heart seemed to be knocked hard.

The long eyelashes of the jade drooped, his expression was calm, his heart was ethereal, and the jade fingers gently stroked the seven strings and began to fly on the yaoqin.

All of a sudden, the sound of the piano is tinkling and dingdong, melodious, such as gurgling water between the rocks, such as bursts of pine waves in the forest, and if the sound of the nine heavens is clear, it is like surging waves on the shore. Bit by bit, noisy and cut, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

The little white bird flew in from afar and landed on the lattice, and it and Bai Feng listened together, listening to the peerless sound of the piano together.

The sound of the piano flows with the power of life, Qingyue strives to escape without killing, summoning the beautiful life in the world, surging with spring, melting ice and snow, and budding plants and trees, awakening the innate beauty that will always exist in life.

The moon is bright, the fairies are dancing, and in a trance, there is a beautiful and lonely soul with a quiet posture and willfulness, releasing his heart wantonly, extremely stubborn and calm.

The sound of the piano is like a complaint, the moon and the sparks, the falling rain of the sycamores, the rain hitting the plantains, all the good times in the memory are slowly flowing up, jumping, precipitating all the waves of life, washing the dusty heart.

She willfully takes the piano as her wings, invisible wings, and flies freely, regardless of what day it is, ignores the collapse of the mountains, does not look at the dry rocks of the sea, ignores the thunder and the mountains, and the wind and the sea.

Where the clouds are scattered, the empty mountains suddenly rise.

Between the bright moon and pines, the clear spring flowing stone

The flowers in the mountains are quiet, like smelling the noise of birds.

The jade is plucked by the hand, the sound of the piano is fluttering, and there are bursts of birds flapping their wings and singing outside the Bird Pavilion.

All kinds of cute birds have flown to gather, some of the birds with colorful feathers have flown down between the windows, and more of them are flying around the Bird Pavilion, chirping in harmony with the sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano and the birds were sent to the wind, and the busy servants and maids around the Bird Pavilion in the General's Mansion were also listening quietly, and their faces gradually bloomed with the brilliance of life.

The empty mountains are towering, and a hundred birds are coming.

Mountains have valleys, which is the sound of footsteps?

The spring is splashing, and the flowers are vibrant.

The breeze is blowing, and the pine waves are gusting.

Bai Feng closed his eyes and was intoxicated, as if he could clearly see the world in the song. The thousands of scenes in the song slowly stretched, and the colorful colors gradually changed to clear and ethereal.

When the sound of the piano turns soothing, there is only water and sky left in the world—a clear blue sky, white clouds, and clear lake.

Lang Yu sat on the water, playing the piano with both hands, and Bai Feng stood behind her, the breeze was elegant, and her heart was relaxed.

The figures of the two are like a frightening reflection on the clear water, accompanied by Yingying. They remained motionless and silent, knowing that they were close to each other.

The strings are murmuring, the mountains are far away, and everything is finally silent.

Bai Feng opened his eyes, he was obsessed with piano music, and before he knew it, he had already walked into the Bird Pavilion.

Lang Yu sat quietly in front of the Qingyu case, with his back to him, the cool breeze hit, Lang Yu's thousands of black and soft hair fluttered in the wind, and the birds outside the window did not disperse, flying from time to time.

After a long time, Lang Yu said softly: "Everything in the world, birds and beasts, are spiritual, as long as you have a heart, you can feel the true meaning of the music."

Bai Feng watched silently, as if he hadn't woken up from the sound of the piano, perhaps, he wanted to be drunk and didn't want to wake up.

Lang Yu continued: "This song is called the Empty Mountain Bird Language. The birds lost in the valley fly alone in this vast world, but they don't know where they should fly. The more he spoke, the more lonely he became.

Bai Feng's heart couldn't help but feel a little sad. Her words were full of deep helplessness. When she returned to reality, was she so unconfident in her tomorrow?

Lang Yu finally turned his head slightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice gradually warmed: "Thank you for the gift." ”

She knew that the guqin was sent to her by Bai Feng, and her expression was full of gratitude to this kind young man.

The Bird Pavilion is separated, isolating the outside world, isolating the freedom and dreams in the heart.

Lang Yu raised his face and looked out the window, as if he wanted to see through the end of the long sky: "There is also a song about the most special bird." It is the head of a hundred birds, but in its path of life, it must go through destruction after destruction. When it goes through the ordeal and struggles to break through the desperate situation of death, it will be reborn. ”

Listening to Langyu's story, in front of his eyes, it seems that a brilliant and colorful phoenix really appeared with its proud head raised, flying high, with poignancy and despair, breaking through the flames of light, soaring straight up, and Qingyue roared!

Her voice was soft, but it contained the spiritual power of Mo Zhi Nengyu, which shocked Bai Feng's heart, as if she was declaring the edict of fate.

She was saying, and she was prophesying.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Bai Feng's fingers wiped the corners of his eyes, and a drop of crystal water flashed on his fingertips.

What exactly? Blind to it, unhearable to it, and unable to abandon it.

A slender jade hand was raised, holding an embroidered handkerchief in his hand, and the plain hand slowly stretched out to Bai Feng.

Bai Feng also stretched out his hand, his fingertips were about to touch her fingertips, very close, just a little bit.