It rained all night and finally stopped.

A ray of pale golden sunlight shone into the room through the gap in the window, and fell on Chen Beiluo's face, slightly shining with the luster of glass.

His eyelashes moved, he slowly opened his eyes, and woke up from the deep realm, but he saw that hundreds of millions of silver lights were flowing and flickering in the depths of his eyes, as if a galaxy was born and died.

In an instant, it was back to normal.

After Chen Beiluo finished his work, he got out of bed, walked to the window leisurely, raised his hand and gently pushed, and there was a morning breeze blowing in his face.

Cool, moist, with a hint of herbaceous aroma and earthy fragrance.

After the rain, the sky is extraordinarily clear and clear, like a huge sapphire, on which the sun wheel is like fire, and the light is full of light.

Call.

Chen Beiluodan's lips opened slightly, and he gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, feeling that his body was about to move, as if he was about to break through the bottleneck barrier and set foot in a new world.

However, he knew in his heart that this was just a symptom, and it would probably take a long time before the real breakthrough.

Suddenly, the sound of a flute floated from the void.

In this refreshing morning, it sounds so melodious and moving.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the piano, drums, and pipa sounded, all full of joy.

Chen Beiluo was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

In the faint laughter, Chen Beiluo had already swept out of the window and went down the mountain.

I saw a light as blue as water, cutting through the clear sky, extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, I had come to the edge of a small pond.

The water in the pond was so clear that I could still see a few fish swimming around, so unrestrained.

The shore is full of flowers, purple and red, poetic and picturesque, and there are three or five peach and plum trees, the branches are luxuriant, and the pavilion is like a cover.

Chen Beiluo stood under one of the peach trees, his eyes looked across the pond, and he saw eight or nine figures flying forward, approaching him at great speed.

Two of them, Chen Beiluo, recognized that it was the ghost boy and the mad lion iron battle.

Except for them, everyone else had gray hair, and some were hunched over, as if they had lost their teeth.

People who don't see them can never imagine how a person can live so old.

Even those who saw them could not imagine that so many old men and women were actually gathered together to play music, which was simply unimaginable.

What is even more unimaginable is that this kind of music, which is full of youthful brilliance and joy of life, is actually played by these people who are already too old to be a mess.

No one can believe this kind of thing unless they see it with their own eyes.

Even Chen Beiluo has to admire their attainments in music, which is really extraordinary, and even in some respects, he is inferior to them.

While they were groaning, everyone had come to the other side.

At the head was an old man who played the drum, his hair was as white as snow, but his skin was as black as charcoal, and his body was so thin that only skin and bones remained, and he held a large drum between his two legs.

The drum seemed to be older than his people, and looked very heavy, but he used his two legs to clamp it so lightly that even the human drum swept across the pond, and it looked as if it were made of paper.

In the process, the drum sound did not stop, and the low drum sound, although monotonous and unchanged, seemed to hit the tip of people's hearts, which made people feel intoxicated.

Since then, others have crossed the pond.

Chen Beiluo looked at everyone, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, there was an indescribable luxury flowing silently, and the green clothes flew in the wind, elegant and dusty.

The ghost boy and the others stood not far in front of Chen Beiluo, but they seemed to be photographed by his demeanor, and they were speechless for a long time, and the music had long since disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, the old man who was beating the drum widened his eyes and asked loudly, "Is your surname Cao?" ”

Chen Beiluo glanced at the ghost boy and said, "Junior Chen Beiluo." ”

The old man roared angrily: "The surname Chen is not a good thing! With a roar, his thin body had already skyrocketed, and it grabbed Chen Bei's shoulders with lightning.

The ghost boy stretched out his little hand, as if he wanted to hold the other party, but he deliberately slowed down by half a beat.

Chen Beiluo seemed to move, and seemed to be motionless, the old man's thunderous blow was inexplicably missed, only the slightest strong wind flew, blowing the young man's sideburns.

The old man's heart sank, his face was as calm as water, his body was still in the air but he suddenly looked back, and his right hand shot out at an incredible angle, like a cloud dragon probing his claws.

But seeing his five fingers slightly bent, I saw a faint layer of breath on his fingertips, thin, like transparent glass, wrapping his fingertips.

Chen Bei didn't look back, but his left shoulder trembled slightly, and a sword qi flew out of the air, incredibly fast, stabbing at the palm of the old man's right hand like a thunderbolt.

Rumble!

There was an earth-shattering loud noise, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, which shook everyone's bodies slightly, and Tie Zhan was even more full of blood and blood, and the whole person almost fell to the ground.

Out of the corner of his eye, he happened to see the old man drumming flying down, only to see him with his hands behind his back, looking like a master outside the world.

It's just that most of the big drum under his feet has sunk into the ground, and there are more than a hundred and so cracks around him, spreading outward, like cobwebs.

The ghost boy was secretly amused, and finally grabbed the old man with his outstretched hand, and said, "Even if you hate the person surnamed Cao, what does it have to do with the person surnamed Chen?" ”

The old man said angrily: "If it weren't for the Chen Palace that released Cao Cao, how could my ancestor die in the hands of Cao Cao." ”

Chen Beiluo looked "surprised" and said: "In this case, isn't the predecessor the descendant of the martyr You Heng of the South China Sea?" ”

The old man said proudly: "Yes, since the Three Kingdoms of Shu and Han, it has been the eighteenth generation of my old man's family, so my old man's family is called You Eighteenth." ”

Chen Beiluo said: "Since this is the case, the predecessors should not forget, Chen Gong also died in the hands of the traitor Cao Apu later, so the predecessors and the surname Chen should be enemies and enemies, if it is cannibalism, wouldn't it be a joke with the surname Cao." ”

You were stunned for a long time, nodded and said: "Yes, it wasn't you who reminded me, my old man forgot, you little baby is interesting." ”

Chen Beiluo smiled, saluted the remaining old man and old woman, and said, "I don't know what your seniors call you?" ”

A tall and thin person beside you eighteen was tall, thin and long, holding Yaoqin in his arms, and said, "Old Yu Ziya." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly sat upright on the ground.

Cong~~

The sound of the piano is melodious and vast, like flowing water, which has made people feel that the wind is born in the armpits, like being in a fairyland.

Chen Beiluo couldn't help but say: "Wonderful, wonderful!" It's like a river! ”

Yu Ziya picked up his hand, and the sound of the piano suddenly changed, becoming thick and majestic.

Chen Beiluo praised: "E's majesty is like Mount Tai! Wonderful, wonderful! ”

Yu Ziya stroked the strings with his hand, stopped abruptly, and sighed: "Mountains and rivers, mountains and rivers!" I don't want to be eternal, there are still my Yu soulmates in the world, and the ancestors should be happy if they know under the spring. ”

Chen Beiluo said: "Dare to ask the ancestors of the predecessors, but the ancestor is Qin Immortal Yu Boya, Yu everyone?" ”

Yu Ziya smiled and said, "Exactly." ”

Saying that, he actually took Chen Beiluo's hand, and introduced those old men and women to him one by one, the person who played the * flute was surnamed Xiao, naturally he was the descendant of Xiao Rongyu, and the surname of the one who built it was Gao, and it had something to do with Gao Yuanli, who would be the descendant of the person who played the * flute?

It turned out to be a descendant of Han Xiangzi, and naturally he was also related to Han Yu, who had declined for eight generations.

Several of them are musicians, so they naturally have endless words, and for a while, they put the ghost boy and Tie Zhan aside.

The ghost boy couldn't cry or laugh, he originally brought these old men and women over, he wanted to see them do a fight with Chen Xiaozi, but he didn't expect this to be the case.

When they were young, they were famous celebrities in the martial arts, although they have lived in seclusion overseas for many years, cultivating themselves, but they have not completely looked down on fame and fortune, and they still have the idea of competitiveness.

Just some time ago, a few of them were discussing finding an opportunity to go to the Central Plains and meet the top masters of today's martial arts.

Last night, when they were ugly, the ghost boy suddenly came to them and said that there was a handsome young man on the island, whose martial arts were extremely high and unfathomable, and even he was not an opponent.

The words were full of admiration, and it was unbearable to say that more than eighteen people were itchy, and they were eager to come to Chen Beiluo on the spot to make two moves, or the ghost boy launched the mouth cannon magic skill with a three-inch tongue, so as to appease them, and finally waited until dawn, and immediately set off to Luoluo Peak.

Of course, as You Eighteen and others, you can't do it with people for no reason, and you still need to find an excuse to do it, so there is the previous scene.

It's just that the ghost boy has made a lot of calculations, but he still missed a stubble, although they are obsessed with martial arts, but music and art are the biggest pursuit in their lives. If this is not the case, why should they worship all musicians as their ancestors?

Looking at You Eighteen and the others, who were smiling and energetic, as if they were more than ten years younger, as if they had regarded Chen Beiluo as their confidant in life, the ghost boy couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, but the eighteen or so people finally stopped, one by one, as if they had obtained a treasure, although there was still some unfinished color on their faces, they were already 100,000 happy, and they would not continue to entangle.

Yu Ziya plucked the strings with his hand and said sincerely: "Today, I have benefited a lot from Xiaoyou's suggestions, and I am really grateful." ”

Chen Beiluo waved his hand and said, "The seniors are polite, but they are just communicating with each other and communicating with each other, and they don't need to mention anything." ”

Yu Ziya was about to say something, but You Eighteen stretched out his hand to stop him, and said with a smile: "Xiaoyou has a broad mind, almost like a saint, and he can't reach me." But we are not ungrateful, so let's play a song and express our hearts a little. ”

At this point, Chen Beiluo certainly has no reason to refuse.

You and the others looked at each other and smiled, or sat upright, or reclined on the peach tree, or stood alone...... In line with their respective temperaments.

Wayward and natural.

Accompanied by the bright sound of the pipa in Qingyue, a peerless movement kicked off, the piano flute and drums appeared, and there were flutes fluttering, interpreting all kinds of beauty in life, making people can't help but raise the corners of their mouths slightly.

Tie Zhan grinned, as if he remembered his dead wife and his forgotten daughter, his face was full of happiness.

The ghost boy's eyebrows and eyes are crooked, as if he remembered his young self and the days when he joined forces with his confidants and friends to explore the rivers and lakes.

Chen Beiluo listened quietly, his heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help but think of Su Mengwei and Ye Zhenzhen, remembered his master Qingyang Lao Dao, remembered Uncle Su Yanming, and thought of many, many ......

But there is always a voice echoing in the bottom of my heart, unswerving, like the towering East Kunlun Mountain.

Yes, this world, this red dust, even if it is so good, how can it be as good as the avenue.

Chen Beiluo smiled faintly, with sword light in his heart, cutting off distracting thoughts, and surpassing the supreme.

At the end of the song, the wind blows the flowers and dances.

And Chen Beiluo has already flown into the dark.