Early summer morning, Yuanting Mountain.

As the name suggests, because the ancient emperor Jiang Ting lived in seclusion here, the mountain was renamed Yuanting. Its meaning is not vulgar since then, and the shadow does not come out of the mountain, and it also refers to a dream of monarchs and ministers, and it is an empty name in ancient times.

A ray of sunlight lifted the mist between the staggered green peaks, and suddenly an ethereal and graceful piano sound came from the mountain stream. The melodious sound of the piano is like a stream flowing out of the mountains, gurgling and dripping into the hearts of every listener.

Ten thousand pine waves, clear and graceful, its sound is like heaven, transcendent and extraordinary.

From time to time, a few white cranes chirp clearly, accompanied by the wonderful sound of the piano, fluttering in the morning light.

Through the mist, it was vaguely seen that there was a young man in the stone pavilion in the mountain who lowered his head and stroked the qin, but behind him there was an old man who was close to the sixtieth birthday listening quietly.

After a while, the piano is over. The boy removed his hands from the piano and slowly stood up. But I saw that he was tall and elegant. A pair of bright eyes on his handsome face were as bright as stars. Although he was only twenty years old, he had a strand of white hair floating in front of his forehead. This person is the closed disciple of Jiang Ting, the current emperor of the ages, and is known as the successor of Jiang Zi's legacy, Mo Yiyue.

And the old man behind him, named Weng Xin, serves by Jiang Ting's side on weekdays.

"There are changes in the Sanyuan Heavenly Market, the four elephants are trembling slightly, and there are fears of changes in the southwest. Tonight the stars are very important, and there are many visitors in the mountains. Seeing Mo Yiyue get up, Weng Xin put his hands in his sleeves and bowed.

Mo Yiyue raised her eyes and looked around, only to see the peaks in the mountains and the sea of clouds and pine waves. But he said lightly to Weng Xin: "Today's heavy rain, where does the stars come from?" His words were gentle and warm. After that, Mo Yiyue erected the long piano on the stone table and wanted to leave here.

Seeing this, Weng Xin pulled his hand out of his sleeve, took the long qin, and nodded: "When the rain stops, the clouds open." ”

Mo Yiyue glanced at Weng Xin out of the corner of her eyes when she heard this, and without saying a word, she slowly walked out of the stone pavilion.

Weng Xin held the long piano in his hand, walked down the stone steps quickly, and followed. The long harp in his hand was made of cedar wood, and the paint was inky black. The top of the circular dragon pond on its back is engraved with the words "the last sound of the stars and the moon", and it is filled with gold paint. Brilliant and beautiful, it is beyond the reach of an extraordinary piano.

When the two of them reached the middle of the mountain, they suddenly heard someone shouting behind them, and when they stopped and turned back, the man caught up, and he was actually the doorman guarding the mountain. The doorman stood on his knees, panting, apparently from running. Weng Xin saw him so embarrassed, and was about to scold, so he heard him say: "There is a son under the mountain, I want to see you, sir." ”

Weng Xin listened to it, but directly refused: "Mr. doesn't see the layman, let him go back earlier!" Although Mo Yiyue was silent at the moment, she also had the intention of leaving.

The doorman shook his head a few times, then swallowed again and said, "A few of us can't stop him, we want to find Mr., and it is best to talk to Mr. ”

Hearing this, Mo Yiyue suddenly stopped, looked back and asked, "Then can you ask his name?"

The doorman scratched his head and said: "Many visitors from the mountains say this, I just sent them all, today this one is more stubborn, if you have to go up the mountain, I will let them stop him first, and I will run up to report to Mr." As for the name, I forgot to ask. ”

Mo Yiyue turned her steps and flicked her sleeves to signal the doorman to lead the way. Weng Xin wanted to stop him, but he heard Mo Yiyue say: "Weng Lao took the first step and returned the qin to the master, and then I went to pay respects." Having said that, Weng Xin had to hold the piano and go up the mountain alone.

Then the doorman and Mo Yiyue, one after the other, came down the mountain. Then I saw three people arguing on the edge of a huge rock at the mountain gate. From the front, this boulder is five zhang high and two zhang wide, and the wall surface has been polished and smooth as a mirror. It is engraved with the word Yuanting, and the knife chops and axes to chop, and the force is extremely deep. As if to penetrate a boulder, hollow out the stone wall.

Among the three, there are also two doormen, and the remaining one is tall and dressed as a son. The jade belt of the hair swayed slightly with the mountain wind, and the white coat was covered with a goose yellow satin shirt, and when he saw someone coming, he turned around, and his eyes were as clear as the pool.

Mo Yiyue recognized the person, who was her friend when she was a teenager and the only heir of the Mu family in Yunzhou, Mu Yuncheng.

Yunzhou Mujia, the fourth sword saint, in the great wilderness, is famous. And the current sword saint Chu Qingxian is from the same family as Mu Yuncheng's grandfather Mu Bufan, and he is also a disciple of his Taizu Aotian Divine Sword Mu Broken Tide. His father Mu Fengzhen is also at the level of the sword, and has been famous in the Great Wilderness for a long time, but his nature is gentle, although he is excellent in swordsmanship, he is uninhibited, he does not like fame and fortune, he has to be wine-colored, and his temperament is free and easy to tame. Although Mu Yuncheng was not as perverse as his father, he didn't like swordsmanship, and whenever the family was pressed, he ran out to hide for a while. Mo Yiyue thought of his previous activities, and expected that he would come to find himself this time, and he must also be hiding from his family.

Before Mo Yiyue could speak, Mu Yuncheng, who had already seen Mo Yiyue, said angrily: "Your doorman is so rude, why did you stop me from going up the mountain to find you for no reason?"

The doorman was also annoyed and angry when Mu Yuncheng told Mo Yiyue about himself, but seeing that Mo Yiyue really knew him, he had to stare at Mu Yuncheng a few times.

Seeing this, Mo Yiyue hurriedly said to the three doormen: "My friend is kind-hearted, but he is more straightforward, and I apologize to you for anything inappropriate." ”

Seeing this, the three doormen hurriedly waved their hands and said, "Sir's words are serious, and a few of us have not taken it to heart." ”

Mo Yiyue thanked the prime minister when she heard this, and then said to Mu Yuncheng: "Come with me first." ”

Mu Yuncheng was first stopped by the doorman when he went up the mountain, and he was already angry, but when he saw that Mo Yiyue was so cold to him, he stood in place, saying in his heart that he had come to the wrong place.

Mo Yiyue saw Mu Yuncheng stay where he was, and knew that he was angry, so she said: "If you don't come, I will write a letter to your house, saying that you have come to me, so that they can look for it along here." ”

As soon as Mu Yuncheng heard this, he secretly scolded Mo Yiyue for not being affectionate, and actually used this method to blackmail himself, if he didn't like to come

He bluntly said that what is the reason for such a desire to refuse and welcome. scolded and scolded, seeing Mo Yiyue turn around and go up the mountain, but he didn't dare to delay, so he had to follow.

Along the way, the two of them had nothing to say, although Mu Yuncheng was not familiar with the scenery in Yuanting Mountain, he had also seen many similar scenes, and he was tired of it. Only this mountain trail, lined with the blue sky, outlines the cliffs and cliffs cut by axes and knives, and the strange stones and strange bases, which make people memorable.

A little more upward, the eyes suddenly opened up, countless thatched huts and stone caves appeared on some protruding cliffs, these mountain paths were carved on the edge of these cliffs, to connect the places, each thatched hut did not need a fence to circle the courtyard, a cliff only one thatched house, a cave, detached households, lined with blue sky and white clouds, quite stylish.

When the two of them walked to a wooden house, Mo Yiyue stopped, thinking that this was where he lived.

Mo Yiyue pushed the door in, Mu Yuncheng also followed closely, as soon as he stepped into the threshold, he heard a thunder outside, and when he turned back, the originally clear sky suddenly became chaotic, and the dark clouds instantly gathered over Yuanting Mountain, and the surroundings became more and more stuffy, and then a muffled thunder rolled, and heavy rain followed. The mountain scenery immediately became hazy, and the red and green only turned into specks in the heavy rain, and the rain was like a crystal curtain separating the mountain scenery.

"Sit down. Mu Yuncheng, who was in a trance, was called back by Mo Yiyue's voice, turned around and looked around the hut, it was very simple, on a small round table, two cups of tea were steaming.

"The family is forcing you to learn swords?" The room was too small, and there was only one stool, so Mo Yiyue sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Mu Yuncheng and asked.

Mu Yuncheng was still sighing that he was fortunate to come in in time, otherwise it would have rained this time. Hearing Mo Yiyue ask herself, she nodded again and again: "Yes, otherwise I wouldn't have come to you in such a hurry." When he said this, Mu Yuncheng was very reluctant.

"Still angry?" Mo Yiyue shook her head with a smile, and said that Mu Yuncheng was childish.

"Don't dare to be angry, last time I escaped and ran to my aunt's house, I was caught by my second uncle, and my aunt stopped my second uncle again, so I was not killed by him. Because of this, my aunt's family fell out with my second uncle, and I couldn't go to her this time. I wanted to go to my uncle, but I couldn't say anything to my mother's family, so I simply ran away, I heard that you worshipped Mr. Jiang as a teacher here, so I came to vote for you, but I don't know that you are so cold, I just beg you not to tell the family that I have been here, and I will go elsewhere tomorrow. This was said very earnestly, and it really seemed to be begging Mo Yiyue.

"Well, then you will be here for a day, and I will send you down the mountain tomorrow morning. Mo Yiyue stood up, took the paper umbrella standing aside in her hand, and said to Mu Yuncheng: "You take a short rest in the house first, I'll go to greet Shizun, and by the way, I will find you something to eat, so that I can entertain you, a distinguished guest from afar." With that, he smiled again and went out with an umbrella.

Looking at Mo Yiyue's back, Mu Yuncheng secretly scolded to himself: "Honorable guest, it's just a nice thing, it seems that it's too late to leave tomorrow, so I'll leave now." But looking at the heavy rain outside, Mu Yuncheng didn't dare to go out in the rain. There was only one umbrella in this house, and it was taken away by the damn Mo Yiyue, how could this be good?

The more Mu Yuncheng thought about it, the more angry he became, he only felt that Mo Yiyue had neglected him, and he didn't plan to stay in this room for a moment, when his eyes suddenly swept to the small round table in front of him, he had an idea, and said in his heart, "Just carry this table down the mountain, if he tells the family, he will tell, anyway, I am no longer here at that time, and it will be even more difficult for them to find me." After thinking about it, Mu Yuncheng moved all the things on the small round table and lifted them up on his head, but fortunately it didn't sink at all.

But this door frame is too narrow, he can't get out of this round table at all, his mind is not slow, and his thinking is clear, so he picked up the round table, first went out with two legs, then twisted his body, went out sideways, and then pulled the remaining two legs out, and this round table was moved out by Mu Yuncheng in this way.

Walking down the winding mountain path with the table on his head, this is really difficult for Mu Yuncheng, not to mention that it is still raining heavily. Mu Yuncheng talked to himself all the way, just that he fell to death, and it was he Mo Yiyue who couldn't afford himself, and he must make him feel guilty for the rest of his life.

When the mountain trail is sunny, you have to concentrate on moving things and walking, and the torrential rain is beating from top to bottom, Mu Yuncheng is scolding Mo Yiyue, one is not paying attention to the slip of his feet, he is clever, but also luck, this table was thrown down the mountain, but the person rolled down the stone steps, fortunately, this stone step is very wide through this cliff, he fell here, he couldn't stand up for half a day, and fell all over his body in pain.

"Damn, you really can't talk nonsense. Mu Yuncheng rubbed his legs and stood up, the sky was pitiful, there was a cave in front of him, but unfortunately this cave was sealed by a boulder, otherwise it could be used to avoid the rain.

Mu Yuncheng was sighing, when suddenly a wave of dizziness hit his brain, and his feet were weak and he collapsed to the ground. Then there was a burst of white in front of his eyes, and a dazzling white light struck the boulder, Mu Yuncheng only felt a tingling pain in his eyes, and his brain buzzed, and then a thunderclap resounded through his eardrums, and the boulder was split in two by the electric fire that fell from the sky, and countless gravel flew out of the boulder, and it happened that one of them hit Mu Yuncheng's head, the gravel was not big, but the force was not small, and it directly beat Mu Yuncheng's already groggy head unconscious.

When I woke up, the rain was still falling, and it was much lighter. But the mountain wind was very cold, and Mu Yuncheng was very uncomfortable. Cold, painful, hungry, he felt like he had suffered all the pain of the first half of his life. The cave in front of it was now open, and in the blurred vision of the rain, it looked like a vicious beast, with its dark and bottomless mouth open, waiting for the arrival of its prey.

Mu Yuncheng looked at the dark entrance of the cave, if he was in normal times, he would not dare to go in, and at this moment he wanted to avoid the rain, although he didn't know what was going on in the cave, but he couldn't think about it very dangerously. He also calculated in his heart that he would not go deep after entering, but only sheltered from the rain at the entrance of the cave, and it was no big problem, so he had the courage to step into the cave step by step.

This cave is not narrow, as for how deep it is, Mu Yuncheng can't see it at the entrance of the cave. As soon as I entered, the smell of mold and rot came to my nose. Mu Yuncheng hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, and his stomach was tumbling again.

Mu Yuncheng waited anxiously at the entrance of the cave for the rain to stop, but the rain didn't seem to stop, it was falling for a long time, and seeing that the sky was about to get dark, Mu Yuncheng couldn't do anything except sigh over and over again and sigh that he was unlucky.

"Boom, boom," came a very clear sound ......of a string of metal chains dragging from the depths of the cave.

Mu Yuncheng turned his head, there was nothing behind him, he was very scared at the moment, the most important of which was to be afraid of the dark.

Mu Yuncheng has been afraid of the dark since he was a child, because he heard a story told by Mr. Hong when he was a teenager, which is an anecdote about the Great Wilderness. Mr. Hong is the person Mu Yuncheng admires the most, he has traveled through the great wilderness all his life, because he suffered a serious illness in Yunzhou, fortunately his second uncle Mu Zhilan treated, and stayed in Mu Mansion for a while, Mu Yuncheng was very likable when he was young, Mr. Hong is naturally no exception, in his free time he told some stories about the great wilderness and listened to him, countless strange things became very interesting after he said. Traveling through the Great Wilderness also left a deep imprint on Xiao Yuncheng's heart, which is directly related to the fact that he is now fleeing from home at every turn.

The story is that there is a town called Tianxiang in the southwest of the Great Wilderness, and the reason why it is called Tianxiang is because the peony flowers bloom in the town, and they are very gorgeous. The town was nothing unusual during the day, just like a normal town, but at night, the peonies in the town would bloom, and those peonies would be the result of the dead people in the town, and they would suck the blood of passers-by at night, so they were very bright red...... This story scared Mu Yuncheng so much that he didn't dare to spend the night alone in the dark since he was a child. The family knew that he was afraid of the dark, so as soon as the sun set, he would turn the lamp early to make the inside and outside of the mansion brightly lit. This made Mu Yuncheng never dare to rush late at night, and often when the sun was about to set, he would stay at the inn as soon as possible, so as not to walk alone at night.

At this moment, the outside of the cave became darker and darker, and the range that Mu Yuncheng's eyes could see gradually shortened to the surroundings of him, and an inexplicable sense of fear quietly attacked.

"Boom ......" was another sound of chains dragging. Mu Yuncheng slowly squatted down, closed his eyes and curled up into a ball. The wind blew into the cave and made a "whining" sound, like a ghost crying from the side. Mu Yuncheng covered his ears again, forcing himself not to listen or think about it.

But at this moment, behind him, a dark shadow was silently moving slowly towards him.