The winter is gone, and the stars are bright.

The plum fragrance is overflowing, the spring breeze is incomprehensible, the bursts of the breeze blow, a flower flies to reduce the spring, and when it flutters down, it is suspended in the air and swirls in the air, staring at it carefully, and seeing that the falling flowers are led by spider silk.

The warm wind is sick, Mei leaves herself, and there is no doubt in the end, lovesickness,

Flowers want to go, spiders are especially abandoned, only hanging silk, and dependent.

The spring breeze is unwilling to give up, but still tries its best to blow it, and finally tears off the hanging wire, blows the falling flowers into the air, and dissolves them in the wind, and the petals are broken, floating by themselves, and scattered everywhere.

There is only one piece, riding the wind, wandering and wandering, and finally grasping the wind for a moment, flying and falling, just in the wooden room, the window lattice is half open, and burrowing into it, trying to avoid the wind.

Unexpectedly, he got into the window, lost the wind, and could no longer use the wind to walk, so he had to fall slowly, and fell straight to the face of the young man lying on the couch indoors.

In the wooden house, with the fall of this flower, the silk fragrance suddenly came to life, it was the unconscious young man on the couch, it seemed that he was also led by the fragrance of the flowers, he had not woken up for a long time, although his eyes were still closed, but the sword eyebrows were flickering, and he had the image of waking up.

The spring breeze outside the window, it seems that he still does not want to give up chasing the shadow of the falling flowers, burrowing into the half-open window lattice, and finally on the handsome face of the young man on the couch, he finds the figure of the falling flowers, and blows the petals again with a slight brush.

The spring breeze catches the petals and rises, and wants to take it away from this house, how can the walls be closed, the wooden door is closed, only the window lattice is the only way out, the spring breeze has no eyes, how can you find it, only carry the flowers and run, and find the way for a long time. Ь.

The wind pulled the fragrance of flowers, walked around the room, and finally approached the way out, and was about to drill out of the window lattice, and returned to the sky for a moment, a slender palm stretched out, dispersing the wind of catching flowers.

Without the wind, the petals finally fell into the slender palms, and the flowers never came out, and the outdoor spring breeze seemed to be provoked, and the wind was slightly stronger, and I wanted to get into the room again, but when I was close to this house, I was blocked by the closed window lattice, and in desperation, I had to dissipate.

"How can you be so careless, but don't worry, since you are by my side, I will protect you thoroughly..." The young man's voice was very warm, and when he muttered in his mouth, he had already sat up from the couch, his sword eyebrows were stretched, his eyes were dotted with stars, and when he spoke, the wine beside his lips was faintly revealed.

Carefully placing the fallen flowers in his hand on the couch beside him, the young man looked around the place, the room was simple, only the bed, wooden tables and chairs, and no other ornaments, even the soft bedding covered by his body, which was also unpretentious.

Everything made the young man who was about to wake up a little in a trance, as if he had returned to the warm grass in the mountains of no return, the starry eyes were a little dazed, just as he looked around, he suddenly felt the pain in his chest, and he was busy looking down to check, he was dressed in a linen shirt, his chest was tightly wrapped with fine yarn, and his arms and ankles were also wrapped with fine yarn...

In a few moments, all kinds of past events came to mind, as if waking up from a dream, the young star's eyes, full of vigilance, turned over, landed in the center of the wooden house, his eyes swept away, until he landed on the sword box next to the couch, regardless of the pain of the wounds around him, and walked quickly.

The green shirt next to the sword box has already been cleaned, and the damaged parts on the shirt have also been carefully sewn and repaired, neatly stacked on the sword box, and on the green shirt, the storage pouch appears in front of you.

In a panic, he hurriedly opened the mouth of the bag and looked inside, only to see the Qilin Seal, Linghu Jinling, Tang Jian Lotus, Feng Ling Pawn Ticket and the wooden sword given by the master, as well as a little loose silver and other things, all lying quietly in the storage bag, seeing that the important objects were not missing, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves suddenly relaxed a little.

Stretched out his hand and stroked the Broken Moon Sword Box, wanting to use the internal force to open and check the Broken Moon and Buguang, but found that he was able to use the dantian without detecting a trace of true qi... Secretly frightened, he also said that he was poisoned, and hurriedly secretly lucked Tsing Yi Jue, and after some investigation, he realized that his internal injuries were too serious and he could not condense his true qi.

After a while, he vaguely remembered that he and Miss Murong had crossed the bridge and entered the Yongdao.

"Where is this—" The boy remembered what had happened before, and his sword eyebrows furrowed again, muttering to himself.

Just as the young man was thinking about the place he was, there was a faint sound of music outside the wooden house, pulling the young man back from his thoughts, and he didn't know where he was, and his guard was not reduced, and he wanted to change his shirt and back

The young man who came out of the house with the sword box was attracted by the sound of musical instruments rising outside the door, and unconsciously moved to the door of the wooden house, closing his eyes and listening attentively.

The sound of the flute is matched with the guqin, and the momentum reflects each other;

The sound of the bamboo flute is faint, elegantly curbing the clouds, revealing the treacherous waves and clouds in the rivers and lakes;

The sound of the guqin is melodious, trickling like flowing water, like a mountain stream and a clear spring flowing through the heart.

At the beginning, I was attracted by this flute, and the Yanbei City was deceitful, the Jin army fought for its life in front of the battle, the Xilong Mountain was difficult to escape, and the dark passage in the valley was full of dangers... The scene suddenly floated in the young man's heart, and the sound of the flute was like a sharp sword, which instantly opened the scene of nine deaths and one life in the young man's mind.

Xu is the sound of this flute secretly condensed the killing intent, so that the already weak young man even breathed a little shorter in an instant, if it is not a solid foundation, I am afraid that under the sound of this flute, he will be in a big mess, only by trying to calm down, can he withstand it, not disturbed by the sound of this flute. Just when he was struggling to resist, the sound of the flute died down and the sound of the piano slowed down.

The sound of the guqin contains a different scene, the love of children in the rivers and lakes and the shadow of the sword and sword, which is embarrassing, there is no chivalry and wantonness, but it sounds warm and harmonious, quite soothing, and the young man was instantly calmed by the sound of the piano.

This tight, just the sound of the musical instrument, made the teenager's sluggishness due to internal injuries disappear a little, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but push open the wooden door...

I don't know if I didn't open my eyes because of sleepiness, but the ordinary light made the young man feel a little dazzling, and he raised his arm slightly to block the light, and slowed down a little, so he dared to stare at it.

Behind the wooden house, on the top of the slope, ten zhang away, there are two identical wooden houses... Retract your gaze and gaze into the distance, there is a clear spring stream under the slope, trickling and flowing, the water is rippling, and the mountains are empty.

Looking up, the starry eyes shrank suddenly, the boundless dome, shrouded down, I can't see how high the dome is, and I can't see the boundary of the dome, but as far as the eye can see, I can see the three mountains under the dome, which is magnificent.

With the gaze, among the three mountains, the clouds and mist are shrouded, like a fairyland, and they stand on the slope of the nearest peak, not to mention a hundred miles.

In the dome, the warm sun is in the sky, and it is clear that when I enter Xilong Mountain, it is still the end of winter and early spring, but now the young man feels full of spring, when the sun is empty, shining on the body, it is lazy...

Junlang's cheeks were full of doubt, and he muttered, "Is it possible... Inadvertently broke into the fairyland... No, I crossed the Bridge of Death with Miss Murong... By the way, Miss Murong..."

After coming back to his senses for a moment, he hurriedly raised his eyes and looked around, but in his eyes, they were all decorated with greenery, where could I see the charming figure of Miss Murong... When he was dazed, he felt the thorns under his feet, and bowed his head, only to realize that he was walking barefoot, and what pierced his feet was not the thorns of thorns, but the tender green grass that broke through the soil and sprouted.

"I was really scared by the bridge of death..." The young man laughed to himself, and when he wanted to explore again, he heard the sound of the appropriate musical instrument pause, and the song came...

"Attentive last night... Three more rains, and it has to float again... It's a cool day..."The sound of pleasure was hearty and full of spirit.

When the spirit is gone, the strong heart rises again, the pride is soaring, and the blood is strong: "And while you are idle... People are not old, let go of the restraints... Son is crazy..."

"I have no home... More peaceful, hometown without this... Good scenery..."The heroic words do not resist the changes of the years, and the song has a bit of majestic atmosphere, rhyme and aftertaste, and it is wonderful, singing the chic and uninhibited mind of the prodigal son.

The three of you sang and I appeared, and the high-pitched and majestic voice went straight into the young man's chest, dispelling the laziness of the feeling of spring, but it did not make people nervous, but made the young man's heart flutter, and then relaxed, and his eyes followed the sound.

There are three people down the slope, two points of spring, and a murmuring stream...

One person stroked the harp, one person played the flute, and one person carried the tile altar, and when the song stopped, the three of them laughed loudly at the same time.

Looking away again, in the stream, there are three people, their trouser legs are lightly pulled, their bare feet are bare, stepping on the convex stones in the stream, the clothes in their hands are twisted, looking back from time to time, smiling and singing the three of them. Xiushu.com

The young man looked at the scene down the slope, a little stunned for a while, their songs, full of laziness, but it made people feel peaceful and comfortable, perhaps because of the song of several people, sang into the young man's heart, couldn't help but lift his feet, and walked slowly down the slope.

The three people down the slope didn't seem to notice

When the song ended, the person in the middle handed the tile altar in his hand to his lips, tilted the mouth of the altar slightly, the aroma of wine overflowed, and he poured a sip and threw it away.

The person who strokes the qin, with both palms, takes it into his arms, pours it up, and drinks so much that the whole person falls on the grass, and he doesn't notice it, but just shouts "cheerfully".

After the wine, the singing resumed, but compared to the previous pleasure and chic, a little more enlightened...

"The country is so delicate, the hero bends his waist... That's it, it's better to get drunk and dream... Hahaha..."

Three pairs of broken gong voices have achieved the best sound in the world.

Da Qiao is not working, roaring casually, falling into the ears of the young man who has been close to a few people, only to feel that the song is like a drunken roar, which makes people listen to it directly, but under the careful tasting, I feel that the aftertaste is endless.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw three women in the stream with his back to him, one of whom did not look back, only got up and was slightly angry, but there was love hidden in the reproachful words: "Okay, you three, you drink and sing all day long, and you don't know how to help your respective ladies wash their clothes..."

As soon as these words were finished, the other two women, who also rolled up their trousers and stood in the stream, also got up and scolded with a smile: "What my sister said is very true, I really don't know what you are thinking..."

"Drink with friends, the world is very happy...", as he spoke, the voice of a young man came behind him, causing six people to look back at the same time.

"Little brother, are you awake?" One of the people who had been singing with a wine jar in his hand looked back and saw the young man coming, and hurriedly got up and smiled.

"It seems that the three of them rescued each other, and the boy was polite." The young man looked at the man who spoke, his long body was jade, although he was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, and his chest was soaked with wine, but he could not cover his extraordinary weapons, although he could not scatter, but he could not cover the bridge of his nose and eyes. xь.

"I didn't dare to save each other, but it just happened..." The man glanced at the muslin cloth on the young man's chest, and saw that there was still blood on it, and continued to speak.

"Your injuries are very serious, but fortunately, you have a solid foundation and your martial arts are not weak, but you will need some time to recover."

"Brother Tai advises, the boy should remember... Dare to ask Brother Tai, where is this place?" The young man also knew about his injury, but he still had something to worry about in his heart, so he was polite and couldn't wait to ask questions.

Before the person in the middle could speak, the person holding the flute on the side was slightly surprised: "Do you still want to ask me and wait?" When the little brother was unconscious, he was still reading Murong Gu in his mouth... Right now, you are standing in the valley."

Hearing the word "Murong Valley", the young man stood for a long time, never relieved, the terracotta warriors in the valley, the undercurrent waterway, and the bridge of the afterlife, all of them are like the Yama Underworld, compared with the fairyland in front of him, how can he have half of the "Hades Palace" in his heart.

Seeing that the young man was stunned, the man in coarse cloth coughed slightly, opened his mouth to break the embarrassment, and asked with a smile, "What do you call the little brother?"

The young man came back to his senses, felt rude, and hurriedly hugged his fists and said: "Ah, it's rude, brother Tai forgive me, my surname is Mu, my single name is one word, I don't know the three brothers, how to call them?"

Na Han didn't care, waved his sleeves and smiled, "Brother Mu doesn't need to be polite, under Chen Qingze."

Then he turned his eyes to the two people beside him, and continued to introduce: "These two are righteous brothers, and the person who holds the flute is my second brother... Dream Lone Star, Piano Player... It's my third brother... Ye Linghan."

Without stopping his words, his eyes condensed with love, Chen Qingze turned to the woman standing barefoot in the middle of the stream: "This is the, they are the wives of my two brothers."

"Brother Qingze and Lone Lantern Xingmeng, the two brothers, have rarely left messages since they opened the book, but they voted for "Let's Listen" every day, which really moved Lychee, and there were more Ling Han leaves, gourd dizziness, book friends 60764638, and book friends 58593795...... and other book friends read it every day, leaving messages of appreciation and encouragement, and Lychee also kept it in mind.

On a whim, I wrote a book, and I was fortunate to be with you [Lifting the Sword into the rivers and lakes], a [Sword Hejiabao], and a [Longitudinal Sword Murong Valley], most of the time, it was the difficulty of the code words, the pain of thinking about the plot, so that Lychee was physically and mentally exhausted, and it was with your encouragement that I felt that in this river and lake, it was not Lychee alone, moving forward alone, so that Lychee would continue to persist until now.

There are also many officials, leaving messages and voting to encourage me, I can't thank you one by one, and I hope to understand, only keep in mind my commitment to "write each chapter", I would like to express my gratitude in this chapter, as I said before, please raise your sword and help Gu Xiao Shu to travel freely in the rivers and lakes! Thank you again!

[The above testimonials do not account for the number of words, nor do they charge, all the officials, you can be relieved, Mo Da! ] 】」