"In Xia Lan Zhengyu, is the head of the family here?" a man walked into the Yuelai Inn and asked at the counter.

On the territory of the Xiaoyue Clan, who doesn't know the general Lan Zhengyu. When the steward heard the name, he didn't dare to be careless, and respectfully introduced the backyard, saying, "Follow the path to the mountain, and you will find the head of my family." ”

Liang Shuxi, who had followed Lan Zhengyu all the way, heard it, hugged his fists and smiled crookedly, "Thank you, thank you", and pulled Lan Zhengyu up the mountain. He is one of the four grandsons of the Howling Moon Clan. He has loved mountains and rivers since he was a child, and the Howling Moon Mountain behind Howling Moon City, there is no trace of him anywhere.

A few steps up the mountain, the empty mountain birds, if there is the lingering sound of the piano and flute, go a few more points, more real.

"This song has the seclusion of the deep mountains, the tranquility of the weak stream, and the spirit of the songbird. It's not mountains and flowing water, it's more like mountains and flowing water. Liangshuxi muttered to himself

"I can't hear it. Lan Zhengyu looked at a pavilion in the distance.

"It's really fast that the little friend actually understands my heart. These words sounded in the ears of Liangshuxi.

"Oh, I'm a ghost. "Scared Liangshuxi excitedly.

Lan Zhengyu held Liangshuxi's hand and came to the pavilion half a mile away in a few breaths. Sitting in the pavilion, the long hair of the person stroking the piano was dragged and scattered on the ground, wearing a mask that covered half of his face, and a woman in green clothes stood beside her, holding the flute with the sound of the piano. When the guest arrived, the person who covered his face did not get up, and it was Lan Zhengyu who hugged his fists and said, "Junior, Lan Zhengyu has seen Mr. Ling." Liang Shuxi didn't take care of it, and sat down to enjoy the flute around the beam.

The end of the song.

"It was Ling Shangmeng who made the distinguished guest wait for a long time" The person who hid his face did not get up, and sat down.

"It's okay, I'm just chattering. Lan Zhengyu said.

The woman next to her put down the flute on the side of her mouth and said slightly, "The little woman has seen the general in the clouds." Lan Zhengyu also nodded slightly.

Ling Shangmeng got up and said to his back: "Let's talk while walking." ”

"Mr. lyrics and songs, it seems that he has a knack for saying goodbye to his bosom friend, and he dares to ask but he wants to go out of the mountain. Liang Shuxi asked with a smile.

Ling Shangmeng looked at the little friend who spoke, his face was friendly, and he also praised it, and said, "There is a matter that has dragged on for nearly seventy years, and it is time to end it." ”

Liang Shuxi smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

The person who covered his face was slightly stunned, his surname is Liang, and he is the grandson of the Xiaoyue clan at such an age, yes, he came here again, but he didn't know why?

Lan Zhengyu saw that he had a suspicious look on his face, and smiled, "This grandson has never asked about the world, don't be surprised." "If you go through the tempering of the world, hide and don't ask about the world, you will be helpless after seeing through. Born without coming out, it is like a pool, not stained with dust, clear and transparent.

"Uncle Lan, it's okay," Liang Shuxi said to Lan Zhengyu.

"It's okay, Xiaoyou wants to hear it, so let's talk about it. He sighed softly, "Seventy years ago, under the same as you, this is the son of a family, when I was young, I fell in love with the princess of the neighboring clan, and then we got married, I thought that the hundred years of grievances between the two clans would be over, but I didn't want to, on the day of the wedding, they set up an ambush, my clan died tragically, I escaped and was hunted down, fortunately rescued by an innkeeper, and then I was accepted and taken care of by the Xiaoyue clan. He only spoke of the cause, but not the effect. After decades of wind and rain, this story is told so blandly. It's not like it happened to me.

"Then ......" Ryoki Keizamoto walked ahead of everyone and turned around and asked, "Then are you going back to this mountain?"

Ling Shangmeng didn't expect him to ask so abruptly, he stayed where he was, looked back for a long time, and said decisively, "Don't come back......."

"Don't come back" is a farewell to this deep mountain, yes, maybe more than that. The woman in Tsing Yi was speechless all the way, and at this time, silently, gently, held Ling Shangmeng's hand. Since ancient times, husbands and wives have followed. If you indulge in the landscape, I will accompany you, if you take the sword and go away, I will wait for you in this lamplight. At this moment, what more can I ask for in the hands of my beloved.

When everyone walked down the mountain, they did not enter the Yuelai Inn, but turned right and walked into several houses. This is a small settlement, this settlement, in the middle of which is a large open space, surrounded by houses, about a dozen families. Although these residents can't tell whether they are rich or poor, they know that it is not an ordinary courtyard because of the slight sandalwood in the courtyard and the neat placement of all objects. When everyone saw the clan leader coming back, they all nodded their heads, and then Lan Zhengyu and the masked man entered the back room. Liangshuxi stayed in the middle hall, and when he saw a piano, he tried to touch it. He made a slight sound, covered the clouds and smiled, and stepped forward to teach Liangshuxi the basic method of stroking the qin. Liang Shuxi said with a smile, "No matter how good the sound of the piano is, it is like the predecessors who melt into the mountains and rivers, but it is finally an artificial bosom friend, compared to the song of flowers, birds and insects, a little training." ”

"Hehe, the little boy has a different insight" The woman in Tsing Yi smiled slightly.

The sun was setting in a blink of an eye, and the food was already prepared on the table, just waiting for Lan Zhengyu and their clan lord to come out to eat, and when eating, I saw a young man first moving the table, then lifting the chair, and then serving the food. "It's my son over there, Ling Duyu." "Oh oh" Liang Shuxi just said to each other and didn't say anything more. The table was a large round table with four of them, and the meals were good, with fish and meat. Anyway, it is also an old inn for decades, and its cooking skills are unique. After waiting for a while, the two of them came out together, Liangshuxi was hungry, some, couldn't wait, the two of them just sat down in Liangshuxi and began to pick up vegetables. "Hey, why are you so unreasonable," Ling Duyu, who had been busy all day, shouted.

"Don't be unreasonable," Ling Shangmeng said, "The prince is the most honorable person at this table, so he should move his chopsticks first." ”

Liang Shuxi didn't refuse, he smiled and said, "Why do you talk about so many etiquette, let's eat quickly." ”

Ling Shangmeng likes this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy very much, he has carefully observed, this young man does not know the world at all, living in his own world, he can be said to have returned to the truth without ordinary people. This kind of fool can live for a long time in troubled times.

Ling Duyu was a little unconvinced, but he stopped talking and eating.

After the meal, there was a small talk. The sky was getting dark, and after saying goodbye, Lan Zhengyu and Liangshuxi left.

"Cover the clouds, spend the time, come to the back hall" Ling Shangmeng, who is the patriarch of this large courtyard, said and walked towards the main house, which was the place where he discussed with Lan Zhengyu at noon. There is no gold or silver decoration, and it is extremely ordinary.

The two of them followed him into the inner room, Ling Shangmeng sat on the main seat, Cover Cloud stood on the right, and Ling Duyu sat on the left. Ling Shangmeng said to cover the clouds: "Go and take out the python robe and Qingji sword on the ridge." ”

After Covering the clouds and walking into the side hall, Ling Shangmeng said to Ling Duyu again, "Tomorrow will hold a Zen ceremony, and my clan master will pass it on to you tomorrow, and there is one more thing, that is, there will be no Yunling clan after tomorrow, only the Xiaoyue clan - the Ling family." ”

"This ......" Ling Duyu just wanted to speak, but was interrupted. Apparently his father didn't want him to say anything more. "That python robe will be burned tomorrow, Qingji Sword I want to give to the young man today, tonight, these two things will be handed over to you for safekeeping." ”

Ling Duyu knew what his father meant, and as soon as the python robe was burned, it was scattered. To offer a sword is to surrender to sincerity. It's to integrate into the Xiaoyue clan, he is silent.

The Lingjia ——— the Xiaoyue Clan......

Half a month

For~~~......... Only one pluck, the sound is long and heavy. Then the sound of the piano danced like a group of demons. This song is especially killing.