The water in the lotus pond is rancid and stained with blood. However, the spiritual cultivator became more and more determined: "The cry comes from within." "With that, jump into the pool and swim as you go.

Under the dense withered lotus leaves, there was a small boat, and a girl was curled up on the boat, about ten years old. When she saw Xiu Lingze, she suddenly stopped crying, and hugged her body with wide eyes, very panicked.

"Don't be afraid, I am the pianist of Fuxi Qinmen, and I heard that something happened to the villa, so I came here with Luoxia Qinzun."

The girl listened, relaxed her vigilance, but did not speak, and nodded slowly for a while.

"What's your name? Shall you come ashore with me? We heal you. Xiu Ling looked at the girl's calf and belly that had been slashed by a sharp weapon, and held one hand on the bow of the boat.

The girl still didn't speak, but nodded.

Therefore, Xiu Ling urged the wind spirit element with the palm of his hand, pushed the boat by the wind, and dragged the wooden boat to slowly pull it to the shore of the pond.

Gongsun Changqin was already waiting there, and prepared a large piece of cloth for the spiritual cultivator, and when she came up, he draped it over her shoulders.

Xiu Ling did not hesitate to tear off the cover on the girl's body, carried her ashore from the boat and said, "This is Luoxia Qinzun." ”

The girl looked up at Xia Zun, Xu thought it was good-looking, and she couldn't take her eyes off it for a long time before she nodded again.

Gongsun Changqin took off his coat, put it on the body of the cultivator again, and said to the girl, "What's your name?" ”

The girl shook her head, then picked up a dead lotus stalk on the ground, dipped it in water and wrote two words on the bow partition: Autumn Lai.

"So you can't speak." Xiu Ling looked embarrassed and said to Gongsun Changqin: "She can't speak, so how can she know what happened to Heming Qiuyue Villa?" ”

"It doesn't matter." Gongsun Changqin asked Qiu Lai, "Have you witnessed what happened in the villa?" Seeing that he nodded, he said, "Can you carefully recall it from beginning to end?" When you recall, the Buddha-figure has its own way of knowing the details. ”

Seeing his silence, the cultivator comforted: "Although this will cause you pain, if you don't want to think about it, maybe the tragedy of Heming Qiuyue will be over, and the murderer will go unpunished." ”

Qiu Lai was still silent, and for a while, she nodded firmly, and then tried to remember.

Xiu Ling saw that Gongsun Changqin was doing nothing on the side, and said, "Just like that, you can see her heart?" ”

Gongsun Changqin shook his head, "Wait a minute. ”

After a while, Qiu Lai seemed to be touched by the content of the memory, and began to whimper and sobble again, trembling all over. Gongsun Changqin then summoned Luoxiaqin, imitating the crying sound of Qiu Lai.

Xiu Ling couldn't bear it anymore, and stepped forward to hug Qiu Lai. But at the moment when the piano sounded, she fell into memories with Qiu Lai and saw everything that happened at that time.

It was a cold moonlit night, and the Chaos Demons were slaughtering in the Villa.

The whole mountain villa was black and angry, and in the turbid breath, the flowers and leaves of the lotus pond quickly withered, and the light white cranes attacked everywhere like crazy, and the moon in the sky was swallowed by the red mist and turned into a blood moon.

A man wearing a hat, dressed in pitch black, and armed with a black sword is the leader who directs the Chaos Demon killing. Even though the disciples of the Qin Sect played the piano and sang, they did everything they could to attack the man in black, but they couldn't hurt him in the slightest. It can be seen that this person's swordsmanship is extremely high.

In the mountain village, the old and weak, women and children are hiding everywhere. Qiu Lai ran into the firewood room, hid in a pile of women, and was held by a woman. Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and the black-clothed swordsman rushed in, slashing anyone he saw, and the woman who had hugged Qiu Lai was hacked to death.

Everyone scattered and fled, and Qiu Lai also ran around.

She ran desperately when a white crane suddenly landed in front of her. She quickly climbed onto the crane's back, and just as she took off, the white crane hissed loudly, and then she fell to the ground with the white crane.

Qiu Lai saw that there was a huge sword hole in the crane's body, and the black-clothed swordsman had turned towards her. Her calf was in sharp pain from the scratch on the blade of his sword.

At the critical moment, an old man with extraordinary instruments came to play the piano, and the swordsman was injured under the play, and he picked up Qiu Lai and said to her: "Hide in the pond, don't come out!" ”

Because of the old man's bravery, the swordsman had no time to care for him, so he turned around and slaughtered the rest of the people, and the old man took the opportunity to throw Qiu Lai into the pond and continued to fight with everyone.

After that, Qiu Lai's eyes only saw the withered lotus leaves, and the curtain peeking through the cracks in the lotus leaves died tragically. The wounded fell into the water, blood splattered everywhere, and flesh and bones flew sideways. The murky water drenched her clothes and eyes, and she finally passed out in the growing pain.

***

"It's a black cry!" The spiritualist returned to reality when the sound of the piano stopped. As soon as she finished speaking, she shook her head again, "No, if he is a black cry, why don't he show his true face?" ”

Remembering the swordsmanship of that person again, Xiu Ling finally affirmed: "This person wants to pretend to be a black cry, it must be so." But the sword he holds is owned by Wu Qi, and their relationship must be extraordinary. ”

Gongsun Changqin thought thoughtfully: "It seems that the owner of the village is also involved, but I don't know what happened to him." But it doesn't matter, when I return to Beijing, there will be an answer. ”

Luo Jueya, the owner of the Crane Singing Autumn Moon Villa, is the old man who saved Qiu Lai at a critical moment.

Xiu Ling looked at Qiu Lai, who was still sobbing, and proposed, "Why don't you give Qiu Lai to Sister Li?" ”

"It's fine. Qiu Lai, would you like to follow the Luoshui Priestess for the time being? ”

Qiu Lai nodded in agreement, and Gongsun Changqin said: "The deity will spread the word to the goddess and ask her to come and pick her up." ”

The spiritual cultivator said, "This is very good, let's go now." However, the people here ...... I want to collect their bodies. ”

Gongsun Changqin hesitated for a moment before pretending to be relaxed and said, "Why not?" As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and set up an enchantment in the villa to avoid being noticed by the outside world. When he saw that Xiu Ling summoned the spirit rhino, he said to him, "Can Xia Zun play with me?" ”

"Naturally, I just didn't expect that the first song you and I played together would be it." Gongsun Changqin took the qin, and Xiu Ling sat at the head of the wooden boat, put the qin on his knees, and began to play the "Pu'an Mantra" at the same time.

The soothing piano sound sounded suddenly, and Qiu Lai trembled, gradually immersed in it, and his expression gradually became calm.

With the melody, the corpses in the villa slowly floated in the air one after another, and although the flesh was still broken, its soul gradually merged and gathered, and then sank into the pond.

At the same time, the memories of their lives are reconstructed with the sound of the piano. Gongsun Changqin and Xiu Ling saw the beautiful scenery of the mountain villa in the past because of this.

In front of me, the woman who had once hugged Qiu Lai was slowly sinking into the pond, her white hair gradually drifting away, rippling in the water, the folds on her face were smoothed by the water waves, and her face became peaceful and serene.

Xiu Ling saw her twenty years ago, when she was still charming. Wearing a Jinhua violet hat, wearing a Jinhua violet coat, and stepping on Qibao silk shoes, he looks particularly graceful and luxurious. She stood by the pond with a beautiful girl in her hand, feeding the cranes and reading poems to her......