Mingyu leaned in front of Xiao Yun, and put the huqin in front of Xiao Yun, "I wonder if Mingyu is lucky enough to listen to Xiao Gongzi's song?"

"Don't take an inch, now I doubt very much, are you using Senior Sister Lin's matter to trick me, my patience is limited!" Xiao Yun heard this, his face turned black again, and he had the urge to turn his face.

When Mingyu heard this, she smiled unhurriedly, reached into her towering chest with her right hand, and took out a small bronze mirror used by a woman for dressing.

The bronze mirror is the size of a palm, a small handle, just enough to hold in the hand, and the back of the mirror is densely engraved with many simple and obscure notes.

"I know you won't believe it!" Facing the bronze mirror, Mingyu straightened the hair in front of his forehead, and said softly to Xiao Yundao, "This is an artifact given to me by the ancestor, named Xuanguang Mirror, you see!"

Holding the handle of the bronze mirror, Mingyu handed the Xuanguang mirror to Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun looked at the bronze mirror in confusion, and a string of notes floated on the Xuanguang mirror, which quickly sank into the mirror, and the mirror instantly bloomed with a layer of white light.

Originally, I could still see my reflection on the bronze mirror, but soon, the image disappeared, and only a vast white mist remained in the mirror, which could not be seen really.

Just when Xiao Yun was puzzled, the white mist in the mirror spread out in all directions, slowly revealing a completely different picture.

It was a mist-shrouded verdant bamboo forest, and from time to time one or two small birds passed by the picture, full of life!

The sharp-eyed Xiao Yun soon found a white figure faintly in the bamboo forest, and the picture approached at the right time, a small clearing. Above a futon. Sitting cross-legged was a woman dressed in white. Focused on the piano.

"Senior Sister Lin?"

When he saw the woman's face clearly, Xiao Yun was completely frozen, looking incredulous, who was the woman in white who was not Lin Chuyin?

The picture only lasted for a moment, and was once again submerged by the dense fog that poured from all directions, and the mirror surface of the bronze mirror soon returned to its original appearance, and only Xiao Yun's face was printed on it. What I saw just now seemed to be just an illusion.

"What's the matter? I didn't lie to you, did I?" Mingyu took back the bronze mirror and smiled, "Whether it is a person or a ghost, life or death, the Xuanguang mirror can find out what the heart wants." ”

"What was that place just now?" Xiao Yun asked anxiously, just before the picture flashed by, he only saw that it was a bamboo forest, but he didn't know where the bamboo forest was.

Mingyu turned her face to the side. "I can't remember. ”

"Look at it again with a mystic mirror. Xiao Yun urged.

"If you let me see it, will I watch it?" Mingyu seemed to smile.

Xiao Yun froze. He laughed dryly, "Fang is not right for me, Miss Mingyu, please try it again with the Xuanguang Mirror." ”

Xiao Yun's tone at this time made Mingyu very satisfied, "This Xuanguang Mirror is not just a matter of saying, there are powerful masters around her, with my current strength, it is easy to be detected by the masters with the Xuanguang Mirror, however, where she is, I know very well, but I can't remember it for a while." ”

Paralyzed! Xiao Yun just wanted to burst into foul language, "What do you want me to do?"

If Mingyu was a man, I was afraid that he would have been beaten by Xiao Yun and his nose and face would be swollen.

Mingyu didn't speak, and the girl in yellow next to her pointed to the erhu in front of Xiao Yun, "The Central Plains, the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and the talented and beautiful women are accompanied, how can there be less fun in such a situation? ”

Mingyu nodded and looked at Xiao Yun with a smile, "If it's beautiful enough, maybe I'll remember." ”

Xiao Yun was angry, but there was nothing he could do with this woman, he only felt aggrieved.

"Words count, or don't blame me for turning my face. Xiao Yun grabbed the erhu and walked out of the cabin.

Mingyu smiled, with a hint of expectation on her face, she wanted to know why the ancestor valued this guy so much, was it because of his talent?

I had long heard that Xiao Yun's talent in music was transcendent, and his attainments in music and rhythm were even more outstanding, so she came up with this idea and chose the huqin, which was rarely used by the human race, to try Xiao Yun.

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The water shows the mountain and the eyebrows are far away, and the return is idle and leaning on the small pavilion window. The spring breeze does not understand the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and smiles at the rain alley to find guests to taste!

Misty drizzle, popping on the water, a poignant scene, take a deep breath, cool to the bottom of the heart, make people think!

The boat was slowly moving forward in the water street, Xiao Yun was sitting on the bow of the boat, the drizzle fell on his body, it was cold, and a small poem couldn't help but appear in his mind.

"I fought Jiangnan and walked through;

The face of the season is like the blossoming and falling of a lotus;

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly;

Your heart is like a little lonely city;

Just like the bluestone streets are late;

The sound of trampling is not loud, and the spring curtain in March is not revealed;

Your heart is a little window closed;

The sound of the horse's hooves in my reply is a beautiful mistake;

I'm not a returnee, I'm a passerby!"

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The melodious erhu sound sounded from the bow of the boat, and the pedestrians on the shore stopped, looking at the river, and the poignant music made this scene of the rain in the south of the Yangtze River even more sad.

The sound of the song seems to evoke some memories in people's hearts, and the pedestrians stand in the rain, thinking about the things that no one can understand, letting their clothes get wet and their sideburns blow up, and some people are even more touched in their hearts and crying.

In the cabin, Mingyu slowly closed her eyes and listened attentively, letting the image created by the song slowly settle in her mind, and her heartbeat was synchronized with the notes.

The mournful music takes root from the bottom of the heart, with a slight pain, and as the blood extends to the limbs and then flows back to the heart, the feeling is so wonderful that people feel the urge to cry but can't.

The timbre of the erhu itself is relatively bleak, and the music played by Xiao Yun is also so bleak, coupled with such a poignant Jiangnan smoke and rain, it is even more profound.

The spring rain fell on Xiao Yun's body, weirdly automatic bounce away, not touching half of the corners of the clothes, the two sides of the strait were silent, not long, there were a lot of music cultivation on the shore, all closed their eyes and listened, feeling the artistic conception in the song, people with a little bit of the realm can hear it, this is a refining song, and it is also a rare heart refining song, listening to it for a while, I feel that the mood has been sublimated, but I don't know what level this song has reached.

I don't know how long it took, a minute, or ten minutes?

At the end of the song, in the smoke and rain, many people still closed their eyes slightly, unable to extricate themselves from the artistic conception created by the song.

"Buzz!"

There was a ripple in the sky, and a golden light of merit pierced the clouds and fell straight towards Xiao Yun.

"Xianqu?"

With a burst of exclamations, Mingyu in the cabin suddenly stood up, and the girl in yellow next to her covered her mouth in surprise.

Looking at Xiao Yun with the bow of the ship shrouded in the golden light of merit, Mingyu's heart set off a monstrous wave, ordinary people can't see the golden light of merit, but she really sees it, the huge merit of the new song is by no means comparable to the merit of nature.

Is this a momentary song?

Mingyu's eyes flowed, his face was shocked, the fairy song and the heavenly sound are completely two levels, although it sounds like there is only one order apart, but this level is very different, this guy can make an immortal song in a moment, this is too against the sky, right?

Moreover, the instrument used by Xiao Yun is still the huqin, the huqin rarely used by the Terran monks, Xiao Yun actually performed this instrument perfectly, except for the rebellion, Mingyu can no longer find any words to describe Xiao Yun, using demons? She herself is a demon, but, compared with Xiao Yun, it is far behind, as a fox saintess, her talent can be described as transcendent, but her best result is only to make a ninth-order heavenly sound.

In a moment, all the golden light of merit converged into Yuefu, Xiao Yun slowly opened his eyes, the sky had reached evening, the spring rain had just been harvested, and the spring breeze was coming to meet him, and the sound of pedestrians walking on the shore was restored, and many Le Xiu looked at the boat with reverence.

It is really a feast for the eyes to be able to see the birth of Xianqu with your own eyes.

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"Hello?"

Carrying the erhu and walking into the cabin, Xiao Yun stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the stunned Mingyu.

Mingyu's pupils contracted slowly, and she quickly came back to her senses, her eyes fell on Xiao Yun's body, now she may know why Su Daji values Xiao Yun so much, she can compose immortal songs with her hands, it is really against the sky, maybe the ancestor really values his qualifications!

However, Xiao Yun was a human race after all, if the ancestor only valued his qualifications, would he let himself get close to him? Mingyu was still a little puzzled in his heart.

"Are you satisfied?" Seeing Mingyu come back to his senses, Xiao Yun asked.

Mingyu said, "What's the name of this song just now?"

"The rain shatters Jiangnan!" Xiao Yun said.

"Jiangnan smoke and rain, rain shatters Jiangnan!" Mingyu muttered softly

Xiao Yun was no longer patient, "Can you remember where Senior Sister Lin is now?"

Mingyu was silent for a moment and looked up at Xiao Yun, "Li Shan!"

"Li Shan, Zhou Guo Li Shan?" Xiao Yun asked.

Mingyu nodded, "Mother Li Shan accepted her as an apprentice, and she is doing very well now!"

Finally got Lin Chuyin's whereabouts from this woman's mouth, Xiao Yun breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, although he didn't know why Lin Chuyin worshipped Li Shan's mother as a teacher, but now he just wanted to find Lin Chuyin to confirm whether she was alive or dead.

"Thank you!"

Xiao Yun dropped two words, left Mingyu, and walked out of the cabin.

And Mingyu also followed closely and chased out.

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"What are you doing with me?"

On the street in front of the inn, Xiao Yun looked back and saw Mingyu and the girl in yellow following him closely, and couldn't help frowning.

"I know that you guy, after telling you about her whereabouts, you will definitely run, and that's right!" Mingyu walked over unhappily.

"Why do you keep following me?"

Mingyu smiled, "The road was not bought by your family, what do you want me to follow you, the road is facing the sky, each side of the road, let's stay here, can't we?"

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you!"

Xiao Yun was extremely speechless, didn't bother to care about her, and went directly into the inn.

Mingyu and the girl in yellow glanced at each other, covered their mouths and smiled, and also walked in behind Xiao Yun. (To be continued......)