Night Shadow shook his head slightly, didn't speak, and looked at Duanmu Wuxie, who was playing with the sachet tassel on his waist, and said loudly: "I don't know how Qi Aohou judges?" Who wins? ”

Duanmu Wuxian half-squinted his eyes and threw out four words lightly: "Noise, dirty ears." ”

Hearing this, Qiao Qi retorted unconvinced: "Then please ask the Marquis of Qi to teach." ”

The corners of Duanmu Wuxie's mouth hooked slightly, and he didn't speak, but stretched out his hand.

Everyone was puzzled by his movements, and they all raised their heads and stretched out their hands, until they looked carefully and carefully in surprise after seeing the things in their palms, and it turned out that the white catkins floating down over the entire Moon Bud Pond were raised one after another.

A low but sad male voice seemed to come from the distant sky, and the empty melody said: "The stars are hidden, the boy is injured, the dagger is piercing, the ruthlessness is boundless, watching the stars, the mood is melancholy, the ambition is ten thousand years, and this life is in vain."

The moonlight, the woman's incense, the sword breaks the tears, how long the love is, looking at the bright moon, the heart is sad, the eternal hatred, the reincarnation tastes. ”

A man dressed in white clothes and white hair with fiery red gems on his forehead floated in the breeze, sitting cross-legged above the Moon Bud Pond, with a snow-white moon-shaped piano on his lap.

Beside him sat a woman in white clothes, black hair, fiery red and rubbed forehead, the woman held one of the man's arms, tilted her head, and only the man playing the piano in her eyes.

The fluttering catkins floated out of the sound of the harp.

"This ...... It's moonlight. An old and senior musician present said in surprise and affirmation.

The light of the moon, which is both a piano and a weapon, is one of the treasures of the Water Moon Empire, and the property of the emperor and queen is just ......

Everyone who knew couldn't help but look at the night shadow, and then lowered their heads, but the moonlight was used as an alchemy prize and was obtained by Mu Yunxue.

Nightshadow clasped the armrest of the chair tightly and looked at the man in the arena quietly.

"Moonlight, women's incense, tears and broken swords, how long the love is, how painful, no words to think, forget you, lonely soul, swinging with the wind, who to laugh, infatuated Lang.

In this battlefield of red dust, who can be the king of thousands of troops. Pass the love pass, who dares to break through, look at the bright moon, the heart is sad, the eternal hatred, the reincarnation tastes.

As soon as you close your eyes, who is the craziest, the impermanence of this world is doomed, and those who dare to love will be hurt for life. ”

This is the real artistic conception of this poem! When to erupt, when to pause, this is the words that are not sung, but spit out leisurely.

Unique phoenix taste, gentleness, sadness, longing, loneliness, danger, contempt, ridicule, helplessness......

There's too much to include.

This poem runs through the past and the present, writing too many stories, the softness of the woman's under the moonlight, the love of the swordsman, the life and death of relatives, the broken oath of the lover, and the sadness of white hair and black hair.

The painful but unspeakable scar in my heart can only become stronger and let the world look up to it......

The price of growing up to be a strong man is to endure the loneliness that surpasses ordinary people.

Everyone's fate, everyone works so hard to live, love, throughout.

"Alas," the man sighed slowly, as if to say to himself, "I have heard my master play several times, but I still can't control the rhythm and rhyme. ”

"No, that's good. It's so nice. There was only adoration in the woman's eyes.

"The distant mountains are heavy, the waning moon breaks the clouds, tonight and night, the end of the world is drifting, those who think about it are many, those who get it are few, this tear and tears, and finally it can't stop.

The mountains and rivers are the same, everything is not awake, where to go, wait for the dawn. ”