In the angry waves of the Danjiang River, a flat boat comes against the current.

At the bow of the boat sat an old man in gorgeous clothes, stroking the piano with both hands, and the aura lingering around his body, like an unclimbable mountain.

The quiet and distant sound of the piano calmed the surging river, and the noisy street market also stopped to make noise in an instant, and pedestrians stopped to listen.

The three tones of scattering, overtones, and pressing tones are staggered, such as a long wind and warm for a while, like thunder and explosion for a while, and a river for a while.

At the other end of the boat, there was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in green, singing softly: The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yiren is on the water side......

The sound of the piano and the ethereal human voice echo above the river, and under the blue sky, it is like a heavenly sound.

The old man in green shirt standing on the surface of the river looked at the flat boat coming against the current, his expression was nervous, and his whole body was on guard. He recognized the old man in Huayi sitting at the head of the boat, and that person was the current Lingyin Pavilion Master Xian Yu Wuji, that is, the grandfather of the woman in red. Lingyin Pavilion has been inherited for thousands of years, under the tutelage of Zhong Lao, and the disciples of Lingyin Pavilion are all over the Spring and Autumn Continent, and they are all famous musicians in the vassal states.

Xian Yu family is also a family heirloom for thousands of years, once the Yellow Emperor's book of Xian Yu family, famous. Although it has faded out of people's field of vision, its family strength is still not to be underestimated. Xian Yu Wuji has now become the master of Lingyin Pavilion again, whether it is family background or network resources, it is very scary.

Confucianism, as a new star on the Spring and Autumn Continent, is neither the opponent of Xian Yujia, nor can it be the same day as Lingyin Pavilion, the old man in green shirt injured the eldest daughter of Xian Yu's family, this Liang Zi is over, no matter what, I have to give Xian Yujia an explanation, and now that the head of the family is here, the old man in green shirt can't help but be a little frightened.

The boat stopped on the surging river, as steady as Mount Tai.

The roaring beast of the flood could overwhelm the mountains and seas, but it had no effect on the boat. The water within a radius of ten feet of the boat seemed to be still water, and it stopped flowing.

At the end of the song, the old man in Huayi pressed the strings with both hands, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. It's the tranquility that precedes the storm, oppressive, dreary, and unsettling.

"Ye Lao, it's been a long time...... old man in Chinese clothes said softly.

The old man in the green shirt had complicated eyes, clenched his fists and whispered: "Xianyu is the head of the family, I haven't seen you for a long time......"

The two were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, and the atmosphere was very harmonious, and there was no tense scene.

The old man in Huayi stood up, glanced at the Wangjiang Tower standing by the river, his eyebrows were calm, and he said softly: "The old man heard that the finger winding softness on the Wangjiang Tower is very unusual, can the old man enjoy his face and have a drink together?" ”

The old man in the green shirt didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd, and he didn't look like he was here to fight, so he said lightly: "It's better to be respectful than to obey ......."

The old man in Huayi turned his head to look at the green-clothed girl behind him, nodded, and then flew up, jumped onto the riverbank, and turned back and said, "Ye Lao, please......"

The old man in green shirt flew to the shore, and the two walked towards the main entrance of Wangjiang Tower one after the other.

The green-clothed girl on the boat drove the flat boat all the way to the shore where the green-shirted Confucian and the red-clothed woman were, and jumped up.

The girl took the woman in red from the arms of the Confucian in the green shirt without a sound, jumped back into the boat, urged the boat, came to the river, and stopped.

She laid the woman in red flat on the boat, sat down in front of the yaoqin, and plucked the strings.

The sound of the piano, tactfully listening, is like a woman's whimper, tear-jerking.

The green-shirted Confucian stood on the shore, silent, his eyes kept staring at the flat boat parked on the river, and his heart swelled with endless sadness. He couldn't help but think of the bits and pieces of when he was in Chu State, and Xian Yu Huachen. The laughter and laughter on the Lingyin Pavilion are like yesterday.

Upstairs in Wangjiang, the young man in white closed his eyes, as if he was fascinated.

He also loves Yaoqin very much, but he listens to the sound of heaven and earth, and plays ethereal. What I hear today is another voice, the sound of the world that falls to the ground and falls on the hearts of people, mixed with the sound of joy, anger and sorrow in the world, sad but not sad, angry but not complaining, just like the shallow chant of a woman like water. The young man in white seemed to understand the question Xian Yu Huachen asked himself, fame or fame, which one is more important?

As soon as Chen Zhen listened to the sound of the piano, the appearance of Mr. Kong couldn't help but appear in his mind, and the same sound gave people the feeling that it was a world of difference. Sadness swelled up in my heart for no reason, and some secret hidden deep in the memory was awakened, and a faint golden light shone on my chest.

Yu Xuanji didn't react much to this crying voice, looked at Chen Zhenyi in surprise, and asked uneasily, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Hearing the voice, the white crane and the white-clothed young man turned their heads to look at Chen Zhenyi, and found the golden light emanating from his chest, and they also looked puzzled.

Chen Zhenyi was completely immersed in the sound of the piano, deaf to the words of the fish, his eyes were confused, and his soul was lost. He struggled to discern the images of memories that flooded into his mind, but the images were too blurry for him to see, no matter how hard he tried.

Perhaps, this vague memory hides the life experience, I want to see it clearly, I must see it clearly.

At the end of the song, the sea of memories returned to calm, and it was blocked again, but he still couldn't see it clearly.

When I came back to my senses, I saw everyone's surprised eyes. Chen Zhenyi rubbed his moist eyes and smiled awkwardly, "What's wrong?" ”

The young man in white asked calmly, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Chen Zhenyi didn't know why, looked at Bai He, and then looked at Yu Xuanji and said, "What's wrong with me?" ”

All four of them were a little confused. What just happened? Is it an illusion?

The old man in Chinese clothes and the old man in green shirt walked up to the third floor one after another.

Xian Yu Wuji saw Zhou Zixiu and said in surprise: "Brother Zixiu, you are also here!" ”

"Brother Wuji, when the Chu State was goodbye, after a few years, see you today, your demeanor is still the same!" The young man in white stepped forward and smiled.

"That's no better than you! The face will always remain, and it will be the same as it was twenty years ago......" said the old man in Huayi enviously.

"Yes! No matter how old you are, we're both grandfathers......" The old man in the green shirt laughed, completely forgetting the unpleasantness of Fang Cai.

"In that case, I'm old too?" As he spoke, the young man in white turned into a gray-haired old man, the same as before.

Chen Zhenyi and Yu Xuanji were stupid, although when they were in Wudang before, they had guessed the age of this celestial, but they were still frightened by his real age. Looking at his current appearance, he must be at least over 100 years old, right?

"You'd better rejuvenate! Otherwise, we will become grandchildren" The old man in green shirt changed his mind again.

The eyes of the old man in Huayi swept over Chen Zhenyi and Yu Xuanji, and finally landed on Bai He, hugged his fists and said, "Brother Yunhe, you are also here!" Why don't you see Brother Ziyan? ”

Bai He glanced at the old man in Huayi calmly, and said lightly: "His whereabouts are uncertain, and I haven't seen him for a long time......"

The old man in Huayi nodded, his gaze fell back on Chen Zhenyi, looked at it for a long time, and asked, "These two are Wudang disciples?" ”

The white crane still calmly replied: "Yes! This year's newly appointed Wudang disciple will go down the mountain to experience."

"It's really a hero out of a young man, heroic, magnificent, ......not bad," the old man in Huayi said with a smile.

Zhou Zixiu, who had turned back into a teenager, laughed at it and said to Chen Zhen: "You can go to the town for a walk, and a few of our old friends are here to catch up."

Chen Zhenyi grinned, grabbed Yu Xuanji's arm, and left Wangjiang Tower quickly.

The four people upstairs, in terms of age, Bai He is a well-deserved grandfather, he has been in Wudang for thousands of years, starting from Ye Guangji, to today's Crane Guanzi, he has gone through ten generations of Wudang teaching. Now he is half human, half immortal, half spirit and half essence, beyond heaven and earth, but he is trapped in Wudang, and he doesn't know whether he is sad or happy.

Zhou Zixiu, a young man in white, comprehended the way of heaven at the age of 20 and became a celestial man, and then for more than 200 years, he wandered the world, traveled the heavens, the earth, mountains and rivers, and became an immortal.

As for the old man in Huayi, the master of Lingyin Pavilion, Xian Yu Wuji, and the old man in green shirt, Jiangling Ye, are all saints who have lived for more than 100 years, although they have not penetrated the way of heaven and obtained the body of eternal life, they can be regarded as long-lived people.

The young man in white suddenly remembered something, and said in a deep voice: "Do you want to let Brother Ziyu come up too?" ”

Bai Tsuru looked indifferent and sat indifferently. Xian Yu Wuji and Jiang Ling Ye Lao glanced at each other and nodded.

The young man in white smiled, walked to the corridor, and said loudly: "Brother Ziyu, how about going upstairs for a drink?" ”

The green-shirted Confucian standing on the shore glanced up at the white-clothed young man, looked at the flat boat on the river again, as if hesitating, and then turned around and walked towards Wangjiang Tower.

After a while, the Confucian in green shirts walked up to the third floor of Wangjiang Building, and found two old acquaintances at the staircase who had not been seen for a long time, and he hesitated a little, and was stunned for a while before moving up again, bowing in front of the two old men, and said: "The younger Mencius has seen two gentlemen......

The old man in the green shirt hummed solemnly, trying his best to pretend to be an elder. The old man in Huayi didn't stick to these red tapes, and said with a smile: "Ziyu, come and sit ......."

The young man in white has a headache for the Confucian etiquette of being young and orderly, like he never cares about these vulgar etiquette, at the age of more than 200 years, his friends include centenarians and teenage boys, all of whom are commensurate with brothers, and never regard themselves as elders.

Mencius sat aside with some restraint, respectfully.

The young man in white filled the wine glass in front of him with wine, and said with a smile: "This is your finger wrapping, taste it or not the taste of the year......

Meng Ziyu just wanted to say something polite, but when he saw the face of the young man in white, he hesitated. Because he remembered what the two said when they first got acquainted, they were both brothers, and they didn't talk about these common rituals.

Now that Ye Lao was present, Mencius didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore no matter what, and said respectfully: "Mr. Xie......"

The young man in white said with displeasure on his face: "Ye Lao, this is an old friend catching up, can you put down your elders' shelves, you can call me brother, why is it like seeing your father, this table is no matter how big or small, just about feelings, relax ......"

The old man in the green shirt said solemnly: "I have a different teacher from you, there is no need to grow up or young, but Ziyu and I are both disciples of Confucius, don't break the rules, as for how you call it is your business, I don't want to say more, but the duty of a Confucian disciple must not be forgotten......"

"Brother Wuji, you can be fair......" The young man in white handed over the problem to the old man in Huayi.

The old man in Huayi smiled and said: "Ye Lao, this is not Confucianism, nor is it a Confucian school, they are all children of the rivers and lakes, why let these little things ruin the interest.......

The old man in the green shirt didn't care, still strained his face, sitting upright, and didn't take the old man's words seriously at all.

The old man in Huayi's face changed, and said sarcastically: "So, Ye Lao doesn't give the old man this face?" ”

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became a little tense, and Ye Lao's face was as usual: "If Brother Wuji wants to use the matter of Miss Huachen to make the old man break the rules of the sect, then you are not only humiliating me, but also insulting my Confucianism, forgive me for my fate."

"Ye Lao, do you really think I dare not touch you? Not to mention Confucianism, even the entire Confucian Sect, the old man is not afraid at all, I rarely have a family today, but it is not by luck" The old man in Huayi had anger on his face.

"If you want to fight, the old man will accompany you, but my skills are not as good as others, there is nothing to say, but if you want to take Xian Yujia's status in the rivers and lakes to make me succumb, you will underestimate me too much"

The young man in white came out to play a round and said with a smile: "Two, you haven't drunk this wine yet, how about talking about your business after drinking this wine?" ”

The two old men suppressed their anger for the time being, picked up the wine glasses on the table, and drank down.

When the wine reaches this portion, it is already tasteless. The white crane showed indifference to what happened between them, still pouring himself a drink unhurriedly, and from time to time he turned his head to look at the big black dog lying on the cloister sleeping soundly.

The young man in white was a little embarrassed, picked up his wine glass and drank a glass, and looked helplessly at the two vindictive old men.

The sound of the piano came from the river, without the previous grievances, and was full of murderous intentions.

The short and sonorous sound of the piano is like a sharp knife out of its sheath, bold and dull.

Everyone walked to the cloister and looked at the river, the one on the boat was replaced by a woman in red, and the younger girl in green stood behind the woman in red, her brows slightly furrowed, puzzled.

The old man in Huayi said coldly: "Write down this account for the time being, I will find you another day......" After speaking, he jumped out of the corridor and flew to the boat.

The old man in Huayi stood at the bow of the boat and said loudly: "Brother Zixiu, we will have a ...... later."

The boat went down the river and disappeared into the river. The Danjiang River has returned to its original stormy waves and rushed down.

The old man in the green shirt also stayed for a long time, and said goodbye to the young man in white and left.

The town has resumed its hustle and bustle, but Wangjianglou will have one less owner from now on, and I don't know how long this wine can be sold.

The green-shirted Confucian stared at Danjiang in a daze, his eyes complicated.

The wall behind him that was punched out of a hole was very abrupt, like an irreparable gap in a person's heart.

The young man in white had no intention of drinking anymore, patted the shoulder of the green-shirted Confucian student, and asked softly, "Where are you going next?" ”

The Confucian in green shirt did not look back, looked at the rolling Danjiang River, and shook his head.

"Alright! Take care of yourself......" The young man in white woke up the big black dog who was sleeping on the corridor, and turned around and went downstairs with the white crane.

Upstairs on the Wangjiang River, people come and go, and the daughter red and the finger wrapping are equally good. It's just that Xinghua Village on the Wangjiang upstairs is very ordinary, it's been half a month, and it hasn't been sold yet.

The shopkeeper looked at the wine jar that had not gone down for a long time, and muttered: "What's wrong with the people now, no one drinks such a good wine, but it is really strange to drink that sour and bitter bad wine......