The young man stared at the cultivator, a touch of gloom in his eyes was fleeting, and he said without waves: "Whether you cheat or not, you will know if you try it." After speaking, he waved his sleeves and summoned the treasure qin.

Baoqin is a light chestnut shell lacquer, on which the cloud ink pattern looms, gathering and dispersing with the wind.

The young man held the piano in his left hand, and wandered between the hooks and hooks of his right hand, and his humble and majestic voice came out. Thousands of swords, with the wind and clouds, turned into soft bones, hidden into the sea of clouds, and rushed towards the cultivation of spirits.

The cultivator did not hesitate to make the sword break. However, the whirlwind was different from the palm wind that had just left her, there was a sword in the wind, and there was a sword in the clouds. Soon, the twin swords were jammed by the swords during the rotation and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"It seems that you really don't know how to do arithmetic."

The mist steamed, the sea of clouds dissipated, and the young man's face appeared again.

The surrounding people suddenly bowed to him in unison, and shouted in unison: "Disciple to meet Qinzun!" ”

"Piano...... Qinzun? Are you the song of the wind? Xiu Ling looked at the young man floating in the air in astonishment, and looked up to see him engraved with the word "Bangfeng" on the place where the name of the piano was engraved. The pen and ink are vigorous and vigorous, and the atmosphere is pure.

The face of the wind did not change, "Although you won the North Resignation, the ranking of the qualifying competition cannot be counted." The deity looked through the list of disciples before, and Chuli did not record your name in the book, so you cannot be counted as my Fuxi disciple. ”

“？？？”

This master is too informal, isn't he?

The cultivator was helpless, probing around, looking for the first departure, and listening to the wind and singing on the side.

"If the deity didn't guess wrong, he accepted you as an apprentice to teach you swordsmanship, but didn't record you in the book, just waiting for the deity to see that you have learned something today, so that he regretted not being at the beginning, and re-accepted you as an inner disciple, taught you piano exercises, and made you double cultivation of piano and sword."

Master...... It's so well-intentioned.

"However, the inner door is the inner door, and the outer door is the outer door. Whether it's a master or a master, there can only be one. Today the Buddha-figure gives you a chance to choose for yourself. The wind was singing, and the hands curled up behind each other were tight and tight.

A warm breeze blew, and the cultivator fell to his knees. She smiled brightly, and the spring light that filled the sky seemed to be silent in an instant. Qing Yue's voice rang out, "Master, I already have it. ”

She held her head high, her eyes were smart and shining, "A teacher for one day, a father for life." Chu Li saved me from fire and water, raised me in Lingshan, taught me swordsmanship and passed on my piano theory. He is the best master in the whole world. But please Qinzun, officially record me as the first to leave the door! ”

The mountain wind sent it, and the word by word of the spiritual cultivation rules spread all over Taihao Slope, clear and loud.

There is no more sighing, only silence.

After the high slope, the wheals that had just left his surroundings gradually subsided, and he broke free and stepped onto the grass.

He didn't walk away, just stared into the distance. The girl in the distance knelt there, standing still, only her hair was flicking, her clothes were flying, and she made a pleasant sound.

"Oh, girl."

Chu Li rubbed his eyes and wiped away his tears: There are many women in this world, but there are few who are righteous.

***

When the wind exhausted the song and returned to the Bangfeng Building, a person was fiddling with the endgame on the square in front of the Feige chess table, supporting his elbows and cheeks, and the black and white children were playing with each other, squinting very lazily and boringly, as if they were pretending to sleep.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Feng Jingge glanced at the casual man in red, his expression was cold, "She didn't choose the deity, and after that, it was the first time to leave the family, are you satisfied?" Xiazun. ”

Gongsun Changqin raised his sleeves, his eyebrows and eyes curved into a crescent moon, "Very satisfied." However, Feng Zun abandoned her before, and this time, he abandoned her again, but he is really willing to do it, and he will not regret it? ”

glanced at the gods who seemed to be able to perceive everything on the painting building, and the wind sang and her eyelashes trembled slightly, "The red dust is full of dust, if you are blindly in love, how can you understand Fuxi Avenue?" Since the deity knows the destiny of heaven, this last life will not be ruined by a woman. ”

Summoning the qin into the air, Gongsun Changqin stared at the heavy fire clouds melted by blood, turned his back and frowned, and sneered: "Then I wish Fengzun to attain the Tao as soon as possible, and at that time, the deity will be in the Nine Heavens to catch the wind and wash the dust for you!" ”

The wind and clouds changed, the red clothes flew, and finally turned into a cinnabar, indifferent.

On the chess table, the endgame has been cracked, leaving a scorching scar like a spark when the chess pieces walk. The wind sang and stroked it, and each child instantly fell back to its original place, black and white on the upper and lower sides, separating a gap that meandered like a river.

The river separated him from her like that.

On that day, on both sides of the river, the beauties were like clouds. Only when he saw her lifting her skirt and wading on the shore for the first time, the "Nanhua Sutra" in his hand no longer had the intention to turn it over, and the golden hairpin sandwiched in the center of the scroll was gentle in his palm.

A girl wearing a moon white gold silk embroidered skirt walked along the causeway, slowly approaching. Her muscles are like snow, her hair is like a black waterfall, her eyes are cut water, and she is holding Fuxiqin in her arms.

However, he did not expect that it was the first sight, but it was also the last look.

He knew very well that his father-in-law Cai Jing relied on the Holy Grace to repeatedly trap the Master in injustice, and the Holy Lord's intention to marry him was just to use him to monitor the military situation in the northwest, and he was not her lover.

After that, the country was ruined, and the second emperor fell into the city of the Five Kingdoms, in order to serve the second emperor, he had to live secretly, marry a woman from the Jin country, and reneged on the marriage contract......

After all kinds of tribulations and bliss, Fuxi finally dreamed and said to him: In the last life, if you build Fuxi Road, you must give up your past life and this life. How to future, it is up to Mo Tong to decide on his own.

"Little Wind!"

I don't know when, Chu Li was already standing behind him, hugging his arms in front of his chest, "Let's have a game?" It's been three months, and I don't believe that I can't break this endgame! ”

***

Stepping into the Bangfeng Building, the huge mountain screen is as always in front of you. In March, the flowers and trees of the mountain streams are more and more abundant. Xiu Ling cautiously turned to the back of the screen, but no one was seen, looking at the steps from afar, and lightly ascended to the double.

The second pavilion is the Qin Zun room. The piano-shaped bed is dusty, overhanging a moire curtain, leaning against a huge elephant-eyed window. Outside the window, the ink and bamboo are dashing, and the clear spring is cold, dyed with thin clouds, and the ethereal is vast.

There are several kinds of piano exercise classics on the book, many of which are accumulated bamboo slips, which have been preserved for many years. On the case, a stack of handwritten handwriting is pale and the pen is spinning, which is very eye-catching.

As the royal ink boy of Song Huizong, Cai Yan was appreciated by the saint at an early age, not only imitating a vivid thin gold body, but also understanding the essence of it, and creating the original "Huanyu Book" in the opposite way.

Huanyushu is round and full, and the gesture is majestic, which attracts the surprise of the saint, and the font of the two is called "golden thin and jade fat". So far, the well-known Molang Cai Yan has won the reputation of "Jade Face Langjun" again, which has caused a commotion in the spring boudoir.

The spiritualist tiptoed up one of the pages. It is full of incomprehensible words. But between skimming, there are indeed seven or eight points of ring jade.

Sure enough, he was Cai Yan.

was staring at the ink in a daze, and outside the window, suddenly the voice of the wind song floated, "Have you seen enough?" When you've seen enough, come up. Your master is here in the deity. ”

Quickly put down the handwriting, and the spiritual cultivation took three steps and two steps to ascend to the top of the pavilion.