Beicheng, Cold Mountain.

Feng Xie enjoyed the scenery all the way, humming songs, innocent and pure, like a young man who went green.

When he came two days ago, it was still night, and he was in a hurry to refine the medicine, so he just touched the mountain and didn't look at anything useless. In fact, this Hanshan Garden is a chic teahouse, but a private clubhouse is not the kind of place for after-dinner chat. It stands on the bank of Baizhang Waterfall. Surrounded by green hills, the stream is murmuring. The warbler cries and the sound of the piano accompanies each other.

The sound of the piano is clear and melodious, and it comes from afar. Some are sad, some are cold.

The piano is not an ancient sanxian, and the sound is not a song Mulan, but it always carries the helplessness and empty cut that belongs to "chirp and retweet Mulan as a household weaver". However, the sound of the piano is atmospheric, and there is also a lot of earthly aura.

The sound of this piano is not as cold and murderous as Xiao'er, but why is it so sad in this melodious? However, it is like a clear stream, flowing into people's hearts. In this impetuous and noisy world, there are few such things.

Before anyone who saw it, he heard its voice, and the sound was like a clear spring in autumn, murmuring and murmuring.

The owner of this piano doesn't know if it's the owner of Hanshan Garden. It seems that he has seen through the warmth and coldness of the world, so as to completely isolate himself.

Standing on the belly of the mountain, Feng Xie enjoyed this simple nature very much, and beside him was already that quiet garden.

"Since you're here, come in......" The voice came faintly and clearly, like the sound of a piano.

It seems that it was indeed him. The corners of Feng Xie's mouth lifted, and the warm soft light in his eyes suddenly overflowed.

"How?" the man asked.

"Not bad. Wind Evil replied with a smile.

"This is the tea of the cold mountains. ”

"Oh. ”

"There's nothing you want to ask?"

"You don't have anything to say?"

The sound of the piano had stopped, and the man's calm and silent eyes watched quietly.

The Wind Demon shifted his position slightly, he didn't like it, it always reminded him of that moment of despair. He grabbed two pieces of dim sum and stuffed them into his mouth, but it was completely the feeling of Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit.

He leaned over and leaned on the piano table, unceremoniously tasting the tea on the table, a leisurely style. said that he was a gentleman who lifted him up, and he was a ruffian. But that's what he's really like. He is changeable, but the casual openness in his bones cannot be erased no matter what.

Even if he is ruthless and evil, even if he is stubborn and cold, in the final analysis, he is only innocent and pure with his life and soul after being slandered by the world and reality.

Not all those who aspire to truth, goodness and beauty can live cleanly, not all those who wish to live in seclusion can enjoy themselves, and not all those who yearn for freedom can break free from bondage. Sometimes, the shortcut to heaven is the Nine Shades of Yellow Springs.

The so-called "if you are free, everything can be thrown away", to put it mildly, the price of freedom will not be as simple as life and love. But if they are all abandoned, they can only be buried in the lonely nine heavens, endless thousands of years.

The word "freedom" is too heavy, not firm enough and not strong enough people are not qualified to touch it, and even if they get it, they will be crushed to death by it because they can't afford it. However, this heavy "freedom", many years ago, Feng Evil once had it but easily gave it up.

Now he still yearns for freedom, but it still takes time to determine whether he can carry this extravagant willfulness in his fixed number. A success still needs thousands of bones to pave the way, and stepping on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood is his certainty.

"What about the sound of the piano?" the man slowly sipped the tea, like a windless lake, without waves.

"I don't understand, I'm not like you, such a good ability is hidden. Feng Evil squinted at the good brother opposite, and his tone was not good. Before the words were finished, a dragon's eye smashed straight over, and the throw was extremely accurate.

"You don't have to be stupid with me. Don't you understand, what are you doing standing under the pavilion just now and not coming up?

"It's the view, you have a good view of the cold mountain. ”

"Ye Fengxie, don't come with me!" Mu Xin was faintly angry.

"It's as cold as a clear stream, probably because I've seen through it, I've taken it lightly, right?" said Feng Xie with a slightly more positive color.

"I'm from the Guwu Han family. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Aren't you surprised?" asked Mu Xin.

"Leng Cen probably said about the matter of the ancient martial arts world, I guessed a little, but I didn't expect the dignified ancient martial arts family to care about a small gang. ”

"The martial arts are in decline, and the ancient martial arts family also needs the support of the secular industry, otherwise where will they get the resources they need?"

"Actually, we weren't supposed to be friends. Wind Demon looked at him and said slowly. saw the pair of mirror-like eyes on the other side flickering slightly, and then smiled gently. A smile already contains too much.

They both knew very well that their relationship was a foregone conclusion. Especially after Han Muxin devoted all his manpower and effort to help the wind evil plot and help him get out of danger. Han Muxin's position has long been determined. He could no longer be left alone.

"Mu Xin, if you are embarrassed, I can give up the Sichuan Capital Four Gangs. Wind Evil said seriously.

"No, I don't. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Mu Xin flatly refused.

"Although I am a member of the Han family, I don't have any so-called blood affection for them. Martial artists and cultivators don't really value family affection. No matter how much I am in the Han family, only my grandfather is still close. I don't have a mother, and I've never met my father, and my grandfather raised me, but he just wants me to be the most loyal and effective pawn to plan for the North Korean gang and get resources for the North Korean gang to run the secular forces.

Fifteen years old, three years since then. Originally, I thought that this was the end of my life. ”

Shepherd spoke slowly, even more slowly than he normally would. It's as plain as clear water, and he doesn't even add a little tea, like talking about someone else's business that has nothing to do with him.

"Mu Xin......" Feng Xie looked at him seriously, and the clear light blue made him calm.

"You, Zhou Zheng, and Fan Xing are all my brothers, we can be friends or family. ”

It was the first time he had said such a thing to someone else, and it was also the last time.

"Thank you, Wind Evil. Mu Xin smiled knowingly, calmly with a thin sadness, but at first glance it was extremely warm.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this, I have to settle accounts with you, can you tell me how to calculate the accounts of the Golden Dragon Gang?" said Wind Evil casually.

"I haven't settled accounts with you yet! I know what you're thinking about when you bring Leng Cen back that day! If you just play around, forget it, you yourself said that all the little things you've done in the past few days have burned on my head, how dare you?"

"I said you were confused, you asked people to move my hands and feet behind my back, and I didn't destroy your Beihan Gang......" Feng Xie was not to be outdone, but the more he spoke, the quieter his voice became......

"Ye Fengxie, do you believe that I will destroy you now?" Mu Xin suppressed his voice, and his voice was as gloomy as his face. can force the Han gang leader who has cultivated himself since childhood to this part, and the wind evil is also amazing. Actually, in general, he still loses a little.

"Alright, alright, it's settled. Just your little person, who wants to keep it......" Feng Xie waved his hand, admitting a draw, although he knew that Mu Xin would never treat him badly.

"What did you say?" said Mu Xin, frowning.

I said, "It's flat. Wind Evil sighed.

"It's flat, do you think it's flat? What do you think of that treasure that has been passed down by the Beihan Gang for a hundred years?"

"Ahem, ahem......

Make do, make do, thank you......" said the wind evil, smiled sheepishly, and then picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Bian Lao, as well as Xia Chen and Gouping, they will put me back immediately. Mu Xin smiled.

"Yes, yes, it's all up to you, Young Master Han. However, the Double Dragon Club is full of Manchurians, so our own family can't be bad. You see, I've been here for a long time and I've eaten two of your snacks. ”

"Let's go, go to the inner hall, I've got it ready for you. ”