Meixi looked at the stone steps cut out by the full moon in front of her due to self-preservation, it turned out that this entrance was set up with a formation, and such a despicable method of blinding the eyes was also regarded as a master's act, and Meixi couldn't help but feel a little disdain in her heart.

The entrance she was looking for was right in front of her at this moment, but instead of stepping forward with three steps and two steps excitedly, she respectfully said to the winding stone steps: "Southern Zhuguo, Mo Meixi asks to see the senior of the ten strings. "Everything was silent, silent.

Meixi pondered, "Could it be that my name is not loud enough." Then he raised his voice than before and said: "Southern Kingdoms, Mo Meixi, the daughter of Mo Zi of the Mo family, asks to see the senior of the ten strings. "It's still silent, the world is quiet.

Immediately after that, she changed her introduction, "Southern Zhuguo, the granddaughter of Mo Nianhua, and the nameless friend of the Sword Saint, Mo Meixi, asks to see the senior of the ten strings. ”

……

For a long time, a toss is still empty and lonely, and the mountain breeze is slow. The reason why she didn't dare to climb the mountain rashly was because she still had a relationship with the Hongyin just now, and the old sword saint said that Shixian had a strange temper, so what kind of weird method he had, she didn't know what kind of weird method he had, but she deeply understood that Shixian killed her without much effort. She remembered her ambition to the old sword master, so she dared to step on the stone steps of the Slender Moon Blade.

This stone step is steep and rugged, is a natural formation, it is more gratifying than the peak of a pillar of optimus at a glance, Meixi used three hours to climb, seeing that the slender peak like the moon can be faintly seen in the clouds and mist, she was overjoyed to speed up, although there is a glimpse of light frenzy, but which master can keep climbing on the cliff for three hours, not to mention that Meixi is still 108,000 miles away from the master's realm.

At this time, her hands had been ground into several blisters, and her legs and feet were already sore, but unexpectedly, a string sound was like a breeze blowing on her face, slowly sweeping towards her exhausted body with a terrifying lethality.

Meixi was already embarrassed like a dehydrated salted fish at this time, how could she dodge this unfathomable blow, she fell with a strong unwillingness, and watched the peak farther and farther away from herself, the mood was quite collapsed. She was so forcefully invited down the mountain by this string note.

Fortunately, she had a good foundation in light skills, she didn't fall half to death, patted the dust all over her body, gritted her teeth and continued to crawl towards the slender moon, this time she took four and a half hours to climb to the place where she fell for the first time, and she stretched out her hand vigilantly to continue climbing, climbed a foot high, and the breath that hung in her heart relaxed slightly.

She thought that it was late at night, presumably the ten-string predecessors had already fallen asleep, so she let go and climbed up another foot, looking at the lonely moon that was getting closer and closer to the top of her head, she had a kind of victorious joy, at this moment, it was a sound of elegance, suddenly played, especially harsh in this silent night, and then an arc-shaped flash followed, the string sound was like a warning bell stationed in the heart, from it broke through the air when it sounded, Meixi tensed the nerves of the whole body, and shouted unwillingly in the falling air: "The ten-strings are too deceitful." ”

This time it was more painful than the last fall, she lay at the foot of the dusty mountain, looking at the endless night sky without tears, full of grief beyond words.

Meixi fell asleep exhausted, and the next day, she walked into the tavern, ready to continue to climb the slender moon, and when she walked into the tavern, she found that there was no one else except the shopkeeper who was squatting at the door and the shopkeeper who was dozing off on the store. She called the shopkeeper and asked, "Why didn't the old drunkard at the door come?"

The shopkeeper turned his head to look at the small table at the door and said, "It's only the beginning of this month, and he won't come." ”

Meixi let out a soft "oh", "Then when does he usually come?" ”

"At the end of the month, three days later, the money was paid by the god on the mountain."

Meixi whispered "oh" again, "Have you seen the fairy on the mountain?" ”

"No, it's all sent by the fairy birds on the mountain, and the fairy gave a lot of silver, so the shopkeeper doesn't mind him sitting at the door." The shopkeeper quickly filled Meixi's wine glass.

Meixi still let out an "oh" and thought, "This shopkeeper is really a philistine." She stared blankly at the towering Xian Yuefeng, thoughtful. Everyone within a hundred miles of this slender moon front knows that there is a living immortal living on this peak, but no one has ever seen anything like Zhang, because this living immortal will send his cranes to send some herbs to the surrounding villages at the end of the month, and over time he will be said to be an immortal.

Meixi is actually very reluctant to associate the old drunkard with the ten-stringed qin jue, if the old drunkard is really the famous Ximen who broke the demon emperor's three spirits in the mainland, it is not strange to say that the current Meixi, the old sword saint's far-reaching prestige and his own image are also thousands of miles apart, what could be more bizarre than this to surprise her.

She was full of wine and food, ready to go, and spent two and a half hours in one go to the place where she fell last night, and although she was ready to fall, she was still nervously sweating, and there was no doubt that it was another string sound, and she fell calmly, and repeated it six times, and she was exhausted.

Two days have passed, and the shopkeeper looked at the beauty that was getting more and more embarrassed day by day, and said with pity: "You still don't climb, you can't climb up." ”

Meixi's eyes looked at Xian Yuefeng, and those eyes could burn people, like a mortal enemy looking at her, as if there were thousands of hatreds. Many years later, when she has become the fastest sword in the world, whenever she remembers who the most difficult opponent she has ever met, she will always see this towering Slender Moon Feng in front of her, and she will smile and say calmly: "The Slender Moon Peak of the Ten Strings Predecessor, it is really unforgettable for me."

Meixi was invited down the mountain by Shixian again, this is the eleventh time she was invited down the mountain today, she staggered up, and the determination to break the net went to Xian Yuefeng, even if she has such determination, but with what she can do now, it is difficult to shake Xian Yuefeng, she did not find that the climbing in the past few days has improved her cultivation a lot, the first few times she still needs to climb three hours to the place where she fell for the first time, these times it only takes half an hour or an hour. Halfway up, I really didn't have half the strength, plus I hadn't eaten for a day, my eyes were black, my hands were weak, and I fell.

I saw an elegant and dusty figure coming leisurely, catching the falling beauty, and disappeared into the night sky in an instant.

By the time Meixi woke up, it was dusk the next day, and the remnant sun in the west rendered the peak like a lonely moon into a warm red that was still in love. There was a faint sound of the piano outside the bamboo house, and she quietly followed the sound, only to see a few green willows and jasper under the ten thousand weeping branches of the sunset, an old man with pale hair slowly stroked the piano, the sound of the piano was long, and the aftermath was lingering. The old man said lightly: "Time only relieves people to be old, they don't believe in affection, they hate to leave the pavilion for a long time, and tears are easy to wake up." Wutong last night the west wind was urgent, the light moon was hazy, the good dreams were frightening, where the high-rise geese sounded. ”

The old man's hand slowly stroked the piano and suddenly plucked the strings, a beautiful and hated string sound for several days like a long rainbow swept towards her, she stepped on the crazy glimpse, a few dodges flashed to the old man, the old man seemed to be intentional, plucking the strings of the knots has been following the knots that Meixi can dodge, even if it will not hurt her, even if she will take the crazy glimpse to the extreme, but this rapid string sound is enough to make her clumsy. The string tune suddenly turned, the sound of the piano was gentle and melodious, and the surroundings were like a spring breeze.

Now, Meixi looked at this face, exactly the same as the sloppy drunkard in the tavern, a little cramped and uneasy, faded into a ten-string outfit called Hanako, and really looked like the immortals who were often praised by the storyteller, what an extraordinary spirit, what an extraordinary sanctity.

Looking at it up close, elegantly and freely, a proper living immortal, looking at it from afar, it is more like a scenery that has been left behind, and this temperament throws off the old sword saint several streets.

The old man asked lightly and leisurely, "Who are you Mu Xiaoran?" ”

Meixi replied respectfully: "I have never seen it, and occasionally I heard rumors about senior Mu from Mr. Storyteller." ”

The old man fixed his eyes and looked at the beauty, the hand that stroked the qin stopped plucking the strings, thought for a while, and said: "That's strange, this footwork of yours is similar to my friend Mu Xiaoran's wind-chasing step, and if you don't look carefully, you think it's his own hand." After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes to look at the beautiful face with a respectful face.

Meixi didn't dare to hide it in the slightest, the eyes of this white-haired old man were like two mirrors, which could shoot directly into people's hearts, and she said sincerely: "The little girl is blessed, and I have not had the opportunity to see the demeanor of my predecessors. ”

The old man looked at the calm beauty on his face, and said lightly: "That's it." Then she plucked the strings with ten fingers, and when Meixi heard the sound of the strings, her heart suddenly tightened, and the shadow left by the ten-string piano sound was quite long, and she was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope.

Meixi was anxious to explain her intentions, "The senior and the empty nameless senior are friends, right?" ”

"Hmm."

"Senior, I'm ......"

"Listen to the piano."

"Ahh

After a song, the mountain wind is still the mountain wind, the green willows are still the green willows, the sunset is more like the dark red before, but Meixi's whole body has already sweated profusely, this ten-string piano, listening to it is more torturous than not listening, Meixi is afraid that this weird-tempered ten strings will sweep away while she doesn't pay attention to a string, and as a result, her fragile little life, she can only cheer up 120,000 points of spirit, carefully, carefully hold her breath and concentrate. Although the melody of this song is soft and soothing, for her, every note is like a sharp blade, tormenting her body and heart all the time, every minute and every second.

Generally, the guqin is seven strings, but the ten strings are more than three strings, so the string tone is a little darker than other guqins, and the tone played is sad, which can point directly to the hearts of the people.

It is rumored that the ten strings usually only use three of the strings, no one has ever seen him use the fourth string, a hundred years ago when the demon emperor of the god realm was only used the seventh string, and then was praised by the world as the West Ying Jue, but the ten strings said: "This sound also belongs to the fifty strings of the Beiyao Jinse, if someone can show their magic again, the luck of the piano, the blessing of the common people." ”

Shixian looked up at Meixi, who was sweating profusely because of nervousness, and said in his heart: "This Mo family baby is really interesting, what is she afraid of, she is obviously afraid of death, but she still keeps calm and persists for so long." With a wave of his sleeves, the stone table disappeared like water, stood up and looked at the sky that was gradually replaced by dark night, and said leisurely: "I already know your intentions, but I can't do anything about it." ”

Meixi was stunned by this answer for a while, she hadn't spoken yet, Shixian refused so frankly and directly, which made her more and more cramped and uneasy, she wanted to try to save the room, and she didn't know how to do it more and more, but for a while, it was the aggrieved emotions that occupied her reason, and said childishly: "I didn't come all the way here to listen to you say that you can't do anything, Buddhism says, saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, you should have this realization after living for so long?" After Meixi finished speaking, she was also frightened by herself, but she said that she couldn't take it back like the water that was spilled, so she had to use her only remaining self-esteem to raise her head and refuse to admit defeat.

Unexpectedly, Shixian opened his mouth to laugh wildly, and the laughter was shocking to hear, and Shixian said, "Well said." Then he turned to look at the peak opposite Xian Yuefeng, with a melancholy expression. For many years, no one dares to talk to himself so presumptuously, every day except for the few white cranes on the mountain, he has forgotten that there is a sharp side of words, he has painted himself as a prison and trapped here for more than a hundred years, and has long forgotten the red dust, but this red dust, once it is contaminated, how can he say that he can not be stained, people are not stained, dust will also stain people.