The first time he landed on the island, it was late at night, and Liang was both curious and frightened by this unfamiliar environment. Thinking back to what the fisherman had just said, it made him a little afraid. If there is a demon on this island, it will not be good! Even if there is cosmic energy, it may not be able to defeat him.

He looked around and saw that the island was so densely wooded that in the moonlight he could only see the bare boulders in the forest. Liang Qiangping did not dare to break in, lest he be attacked by poisonous insects and beasts. He unleashed cosmic energy and waved his hand forward and struck it out. Suddenly, a huge force struck towards the dense forest in front of him.

Wherever the great power passed, the trees were broken and the rocks were shattered. Suddenly, the insects and birds in the forest cried and flew in a chaotic direction.

Liang Qiangping walked slowly into the dense forest along the split mountain road, and when he bypassed the two dirt slopes, he heard the sound of rushing water. He followed the current all the way west. It's even denser, and there's a small steep mountain on the left in front of you.

Liang Qiangping used cosmic energy, jumped onto the stone wall, and ran all the way to the top of the stone wall. Standing on the top of the peak, he could see the entire island in general.

But seeing that this island is surrounded by green mountains on all sides, and in the middle is a flat valley, which is relatively wide, and it is a good place! But I wonder if there are any people living there?

Liang ran down the hill and walked along the forest path towards the flat valley in the middle of the island.

But I saw that the moonlight was like silk, and the brook in the forest was clear. The mountain road is rugged and the breeze is like a shadow.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a long piano in front of me. The man climbed high and looked into the distance, but there was no one in sight. After a day of running, the boy was physically and mentally exhausted, so he sat on the boulder and took a nap. When you look up, the bright moon is dazzling, your thoughts are thousands, and the flute is playing.

At this moment, the sound of the piano is faint, like a million soldiers, attacking from all directions. The boy stopped the flute, and the piano sounded again. Where is sacred? The man was shocked! Wait until you cross the hillside ahead and see a small lake. The boy went straight to the east shore of the lake.

The bright moon hangs high, and the willow pavilion on the opposite bank is shining. The piano player sits facing the lake, slightly hanging his hands. Although they have clear eyes, they turn a blind eye. Although there are sharp teeth, they do not say a word. However, he has heard all directions, and his heart is connected to all things.

The man stared intently. The sound of the piano is up again. The mighty waves are like turbulent waves, and they crash away on the shore. It is like a drizzle of rain and moisturizes things, and the cage moon returns. The man is amazed, there are such capable people in the world! The piano sounded again. Under the thunderstorm, it was deafening. Soft candlelight reflection, Japanese Buddha face.

The man forgot his mind, the piano player disappeared, and smiled back in the moonlight.

Liang Qiangping seemed to have a dream, he reached out and rubbed his eyes, he couldn't believe what he had just seen and heard. Could this island be so evil? Is the person you just saw stroking the harp a witch? There really is such a master in the world! He jumped onto a large tree and looked around, but there was no trace of him.

Liang jumped off the tree and strolled along the south shore of the lake, and in a short time he came to the small pavilion, where the person who played the qin was just now.

There is a wooden table and a wooden bench in the middle of the pavilion, which can be used for one person to sit. The lake is small, oval-shaped, about an acre wide, and is formed by the convergence of streams on the mountain. The water of the lake is crystal clear, and the moon is reflected at the bottom of the lake, which is very beautiful!

Liang Qiangping sat on a wooden bench in the pavilion and blew the wind and admired the moon. At this moment, his stomach was growling with hunger. He took out the dry food that the fisherman had given him and feasted on it with bottled water. That night, he rested in the pavilion.

At dawn the next day, Liang Qiangping woke up early and rested for a night, and his spirits were much better. He went to the lake, washed his face, and ate the rest of the dry food. Seeing that the weather was fine, he had eaten and drunk enough and continued along the stream towards the center of Pinggu.

During the day, he could clearly observe the topography of the island and bake two pheasants with stones for lunch.

Hunting is already at his fingertips, flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the water, it is difficult for him to stop. However, his mind is not hunting, he wants to find out, what is the secret of this island?

After walking for a long time, he finally walked to the center of Pinggu. It is a wide and flat meadow. At this time, the grass has grown green, and it is a vibrant scene. It's a beautiful place, but it's empty! It seems that I ran for nothing!

Liang Qiangping was tired of lying on the grass basking in the sun, thinking in his heart, where does the Fuqin man live? On a desolate island, where will she hide? Won't it be to live in a cave? He suddenly remembered the scene of his life in the cave of Daojing Valley, and the Fuqin man was hiding in the cave nine times out of ten!

He suddenly got up, jumped up, and looked for the place where the water came from. He knew in his heart that the place where he lived must be inseparable from the water source, and it was right to follow the flow of water to find it.

However, there are many peaks on this island, and it is not a day's work to find them one by one! Although he was physically strong and had a vigorous gait, he was flesh and blood after all, and the mountain road was rugged and steep, with bushes, rattans, and thorns along the way, and he couldn't use his hands and feet at all. Seeing the sun set, Liang had to retreat to the lake last night to rest. First, there is plenty of water here, and secondly, I also want to try my luck to see if the person who caress the qin will come to the lake to play the qin.

As night fell, Liang sat cross-legged on a large rock next to the east shore of the lake. He closed his eyes and waited for good news.

The bright moon is already hanging in the sky, presumably it is not early, why can't you hear the sound of the piano?

Liang Qiangping opened his eyes, the small lake was silent at night, the lake reflected the soft moonlight, and the willow pavilion on the opposite bank was still empty. He couldn't wait to take out the bamboo flute he carried in his pocket and played. He vaguely played to the tune played by the violin man last night. The sound of the flute was crisp and melodious, and it spread far away.

When I was young, I saw a big bird flying slowly from the mountain in the west, and the light was too dim to see clearly. The big bird landed on a thick weeping willow branch next to the willow pavilion, and suddenly let out a long cry of "wow", startling the surrounding birds to fly around.

Liang Qiangping put in the flute and couldn't help but exclaim, what a big bird!

Under the moonlight, a woman floated in, holding the piano in her hand, stayed in the willow pavilion, gently put the piano flat on the wooden table, and sat lightly.

Liang Qiangping stared with wide eyes, and he couldn't see the woman's face too far away. He wanted to run over to see his face, but he didn't want the woman to pluck the strings. The sound of the piano came towards him.

Liang Qiangping was shocked, like an electric shock, thinking that this person must be a master in the world, and he couldn't disturb her Yaxing!

The sound of the piano suddenly was cheerful and uphill, and it seemed to welcome the guests from afar, and put out the wine to wash the dust for him.

Liang Qiangping looked at it with stupid eyes. The woman's flick and press are so natural and free. Like the spring breeze blowing willows, like moonlight scattering flowers. She was so absorbed in her playing the piano that she was not affected by anything else.

The sound of the piano is long, and it seems that they are looking at their faces and reading their faces, and they talk to each other about their hearts. Endless joys, sorrows, and sorrows, love, hatred, and sorrow that cannot be forgotten. One tone and one meaning, lonely daughter's heart.

Liang closed his eyes and admired it quietly.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano is mighty, and it goes straight to the sky. Grasp all things in the present, gather the power in the heart. The good will help the world, and the poor will be good alone.

Liang Qiangping seems to have understood the truth. He took a deep breath and condensed the cosmic energy. Make palms with both hands, from top to bottom, from left to right, and breathe out the breath. After repeated pranayama, his breath was smooth, his whole body was comfortable, and his body floated away from the stone surface.

Liang Qiangping repeatedly meditated: Be kind and do good, go to evil and not be greedy, be courteous and give to the world. A tremendous energy enveloped him tightly, his face flushed, and he felt a steady stream of energy converging in his body. He retracted freely and did not feel pain.

Liang Crazy Pingdun felt strange! When I used the cosmic energy before, my chest would be accompanied by bursts of pain, especially the last time I rescued Zheng Min at the top of the mountain road and injected the energy into her body, my chest was even more painful, and I had to meditate on the spot to breathe. It seems that there are pros and cons to everything in the world. Although the energy of the universe is infinitely powerful, it can hurt others as well as yourself!

Suddenly, the sound of the piano swayed, like flowing water, rolling in.

Liang opened his arms and howled in the wind. The anger on his body has been dissolved, and the energy has multiplied!

Liang Qiangping collected his energy, sat on the stone face, and looked at the willow pavilion, and saw that the woman had stopped the sound of the piano, and sat in the pavilion and looked up to admire the moon.

Liang Qiangping thought to himself, she must be a master in the world, otherwise how could a girl's family dare to live alone on this desert island! But he didn't want to rush over and alarm her, for fear that she would suddenly disappear when she saw him! After pondering for a moment, he pulled out the bamboo flute and played a song gently to greet the other party.

His flute sound is melodious and euphemistic, aiming to inform the other party that he has no malicious intentions, and he is visiting your place temporarily.

The woman was amazed when she heard this, she couldn't imagine that there was a man in the world who had such ability, but it was rare! She responded by stroking a song. The sound of the piano is soft and tactful, and there is no intention to blame the other party, but it contains a sense of welcome.

Liang Qiangping listened to it, full of joy, and then played a few more songs, regardless of whether the other party liked it or not. Most of these songs were created by him when he traveled in the mountains and rivers in the Daojing Valley, picked flowers and fruits, practiced ball hunting, and watched the stars and the moon, so as to relieve the loneliness and loneliness in the deep mountains.

The woman listened very carefully, and the sound of the flute seemed to speak to her heart! She stroked the piano and responded one by one, and the sound of the piano was full of affection.

After a few songs, the two admired each other, and they must have really met a bosom friend!

Liang Qiangping was excited, and suddenly felt a feeling, and another song began to play: The wind and clouds are changing, the deep mountains have been enlightened for fifteen years, knowing good and evil, doing benevolence, and Shi Potian was shocked by the ability. The sound of the flute is slow and deep, full of emotion.

After listening to it, the woman also felt that the piano was played: the rain and dew are moist, the desert island has been cultivated for 5,000 years, the spirituality, the demon subduer, and the rare rebirth of saving people from danger. The sound of the piano is melodious, containing compassion.

Liang Qiangping took advantage of the excitement to continue to play: Don't climb the wealth and glory, don't think of high power, I hope that there will be no war in the world, and I am willing to only be a farmer. The melody gradually rises, and the clearer and melodious.

The woman was very pleased when she heard this, and immediately plucked the strings and played with all her heart: not more noble than the humble, not fighting for the country and the city, but I hope that there is true love in the world, and I am willing to be only a person who caresses the qin. The sound of the piano is euphemistic and continuous, and the aftermath is lingering.

The two praised each other, and couldn't help but sigh, they are both people who have fallen into trouble at the end of the world, and who knows the life and death! For a long time, the two of them played at the same time: In this life, you are satisfied, and there is no complaint after all the suffering! In this life, you have enough heart, and you have no regrets after suffering all the hardships!

Liang Qiangping put away the flute, took a deep breath, and sighed in his heart, unable to calm down for a long time. It would be great if I could be with her for the rest of my life!

The woman smiled in the moonlight and left quietly with shame. The big bird that landed on the weeping willow branch also flew away.

Is it another dream? No, it's definitely not a dream!

Liang Qiangping jumped off the boulder and jumped directly over the lake and flew towards the willow pavilion. When I got to the pavilion, I didn't see anyone! He stretched out his hand to touch the wooden table and the wooden stool, and saw that there was still residual warmth on the surface of the wooden stool, presumably the woman had not left long ago.