The sound of the music is thin, as if coming from the sky, far and deep, and the aftermath lingers. In the haze, I have felt pleasing to the ear.

Cheng Jun can hear that this is truly pure music, without any impurities, let alone any hostility.

The owner of the music, playing such elegant music, is really just entertaining the guests.

Cheng Jun listened attentively, but did not hear the mystery in it, he was a little puzzled, and wanted to ask Qin Yue, but saw that his eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be immersed in the music. He opened his mouth, but he didn't speak again.

Forget it, wait until the music is over and ask, why live up to the master's good intentions? Such good news, although it is not enough to make Cheng Jun intoxicated, I don't know what heaven and earth are, but it is really beautiful to the point that people can't bear to interrupt.

Cheng Jun didn't deliberately sit down to listen, standing in the breeze, closing his eyes slightly, listening to this melodious melody.

The sound of the piano is crisp, the ding dong is like the flowing water of a mountain spring, and the sound of the flute is clear and graceful, leisurely like a beauty under the moon. And between the piano and flute, sometimes distinct, sometimes entangled, and sometimes parallel, but no matter what, it is always harmonious to the extreme, falling together, just right, weaving the most elegant music. When people listen to it, it's like having a little hand that slowly tickles in the most comfortable place in the heart, and the heart is ironed and reluctant.

After a long time, the sound of the flute slowly went away first, leaving a few trembling tails, as if the girl was reluctant to send her lover. The piano solo played a few syllables, and it was getting lower and lower, and a few clanging sounds, gradually disappearing into the breeze.

The music stopped for a long time before Cheng Jun opened his eyes and said, "Good piano, good flute." Such good news can clear the heart. ”

Qin Yue said: "It seems that Guan Shuige is in a good mood today, and he rarely plays such a long piece of music." What's more, there is also the stunt of the piano and flute ensemble. ”

Cheng Jun was stunned for a moment, and said: "There is only one person in Guan Shui Pavilion, and the two music of the qin and flute just now are all from his hands?

Qin Yue said: "We are monks, unlike mortals who can only use manual strings. If you have the heart and play music with qi, you can always achieve it technically. But even if he can do it, if he can't do it musically, others will never be able to cooperate as beautifully and harmoniously as he coordinates. ”

Cheng Jun said: "Yes." Regardless of the cultivation of this qin flute, it is clear that it has a magical musical attainment. Guan Shuige is a person who really loves music. Compared with him, those monks who practiced music only regarded good music as an auxiliary arm for their practice, and they inevitably fell behind. ”

As soon as the words fell, a clear and more violin sound sounded over his head, although there were only a few sounds, but there was a sense of joy and relief in the voice.

Qin Yue smiled: "Guan Shui Pavilion, thank you for your understanding. Maybe in the future you will be able to deed. If the Sword Pavilion and the Water Pavilion become bosom friends, it will also be a good story. ”

As soon as the sound of the piano turned, Qingyue's peaceful meaning rested for a while, and then turned to a few ringing sounds, like a silver bottle bursting, full of agitation and high-spiritedness.

Qin Yue said: "Well, Shui Ge remembered that you were not in the right position, and he is now challenging you." ”

The sound of the piano is loud again, and the syllables are dense, and it seems a little restless.

Qin Yue's face turned bitter, and he said, "He was very impatient when he saw me Rory, and told me to get out of here." I'll get out of here, Brother Cheng, do you see the road by the water, you can go down the path and you will see the Water Pavilion. I'll go first. Saying that, he smiled and waved his hand, and after a few turns, he disappeared on the mountain road.

Cheng Jun smiled slightly-Qin Yue is actually a person who understands music and rhythm very well.

The sound quieted down and seemed to disappear out of thin air. Cheng Jun followed Qin Yue's instructions and went all the way up the water.

Along the stream, in addition to the murmuring of springs and the singing of birds in the mountains and forests, it is extraordinarily tranquil. After walking for half an hour, a faint sound of the piano came from a distance.

The sound of the piano seems to be far and near, as if it is in the ear, but when you can listen to it, you can't hear it. The more this happens, the more it attracts people to listen to it. By the time I actually heard it, the thin sound of the piano, unconsciously, had gradually flowed into my heart.

Cheng Jun walked up slowly, but the sound of the piano was always subtle and almost undetectable, and slowly, the sound of the gossamer stopped in his ears, and it had slowly changed into a taste.

Qiang Qiang Qiang ...... It was the sound of the huqin. In the passionate and rotating tune, mixed with the sound of dangdang gongs and drums, it vaguely returned to that familiar tone.

The huqin, gongs and drums, and the familiar almost forgotten sounds in the troupe suddenly sounded in his mind at this time, and they resounded in his ears.

At this time, the scenery that had been deep in the grass and trees gradually changed, and it became a small courtyard, and the high walls of the courtyard stood black and swarthy.

Over here...... Cheng Jun raised his eyebrows, it's been a long time, Keban.

The situation in the courtyard became clearer and clearer, and the scene in front of me seemed to have not been seen in hundreds of years. In the courtyard, the sound of huqin, gongs, wrestling, the stern reprimand of the teaching master, and the suppressed cries of the children resounded.

Cheng Jun raised his eyebrows slightly, if it was his true memory, it would rarely be so noisy in the class, practice is practice, singing is singing, it will not be so noisy and unruly. But the situation in front of him really touched his heart and made him almost believe that it was true.

The perspective changed in an instant, and an emaciated figure stood on a table with no corners, it was a short child, the thin clothes on his body were activated, and the silhouette was blurry, as if it were him, and as if it was strange.

The boy took a deep breath, flipped off the table, landed on his back, plopped up, and fell to the ground. He fell to the ground, letting out a low moan.

Blanket work, hanging hair.

When learning to play, you must practice the fall kung fu, a kind of somersault that is very dangerous for children, standing on the ground and flipping over out of thin air, landing on the ground with your back. If you don't fall well, you may have a lifelong disability. And this fall, he has fallen thousands of times.

The scene suddenly distorted, and several men with hideous faces rushed over, grabbed the scabbard of the child's wooden knife, and beat him a few times, in exchange for a few weak cries.

Seven years of imprisonment is like seven years in prison.

The pain of learning drama is unimaginable to ordinary people, not only the hard work of getting up early and being greedy at night, not only the poverty of hunger and cold, but also the never-ending corporal punishment and scolding of the teacher. Cheng Jun's previous life, since he can remember, there was no fun in his long childhood.

In the scene in front of him, the darkness and suffering of Koban were magnified more than ten times, and those teachers who were also a little kind in their memories were like evil spirits crawling out of hell, twisted and hideous, and grabbed the child, as if they were going to tear him apart and eat him.

This is Cheng Jun's memory, imprinted in his heart.

This is his shadow...... Is it?

Cheng Jun's eyes were cold, and he swept over these real, clear, and scenes that had happened to him without any emotion.

Young children, deep walls, endless beatings, mean treatment, despair with a long future...... But that's it!

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Cheng Jun actually smiled. It wasn't that he was laughing at the shallowness of the illusion, or that he was sneering at the change of fate, but that these scenes brought back a fond memory for him.

It's really a good memory, that year he was newly married.

The last time he remembered these hardships, it seemed to be in his previous life, on the wedding night, he hugged his wife and gave an emotional speech, pretending to be pitiful in front of Ziruo. At that time, at the age of hundreds of years, in front of the elegant and gentle woman, he burst into tears, painted and painted, exaggerated the darkness in the troupe ten times and hundredfold, and told his sad past, in exchange for Ziruo's full of sympathy and a fragrant kiss.

The scene in front of him, although exaggerated, did not seem to be as powerful as he himself bragged about.

Hundreds of years, the route is rugged, how many times he has been dangerous, how many times he has survived, and he has abandoned too much. Compared with those blood-colored shadows, the hard work of the mere science is only flesh and skin, and it can never penetrate deep into the bone marrow.

At least, the people there still have hopes for him, and hope that he can become a horn and become a master, and they will not really want his life, which is much better than those swords and swords on the line of life and death in the cultivation world, or the vicious scheming and charm of the clouds.

These fragments, if they were used as illusions, to achieve the purpose of stimulating his mind, were undoubtedly too unsuccessful. It is not the skill of illusion that fails, but the entry point of illusion, and it seems that the sound of this piano is not very good for the mastery of people's hearts.

To break through the obstacle in front of him, he doesn't even need to use any special means such as spells, as long as his mind moves and the spiritual platform is clear, these illusory illusions will come to naught. It's just a matter of seconds.

However, he did not move, and walked slowly forward, while quietly watching the images. His eyes were as steady as his steps.

He was reluctant to get rid of these confusions because he was waiting, waiting for an answer.

Now he was as anxious as he was when he was born again.

Here comes the snowfall, the white snow that covers the streets. On the street, a lonely teenager in a thin single coat is walking alone in the snow.

The noisy theater is right in front of you.

He came to the door of the theater, pushed the door in, passed through the bustling lobby, and came backstage.

The chatting shopkeeper Li, the curious Xiaohou, the bowl of hot soup...... Just like yesterday.

Cheng Jun's gaze dimmed a little.

Ma Gongzi's figure appeared in the picture, and then, it was the hot oil pot, in the endless mocking eyes, the young man laughed wildly, picked up the oil pot in three steps and two steps, and buckled it fiercely!

Crash!

The fire burst into flames in an instant. In Ma Gongzi's wail, the thin figure of the young man came out of the window and landed on the snow, leaving behind a fire that burned half the sky.

It's like hell!

In this blazing fireworks, a pair of indifferent eyes finally turned their gaze completely, and a sigh full of disappointment came from the wind.

(To be continued)