The weather is still hot, just as summer refuses to leave, autumn cannot come. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He arrived in Huizhou. This place is very lively, refugees from Huaibei like to gather here, Jun Li looked at the crowd, and his mood finally improved.

He didn't go around the Gu family first, but went to a remote tavern - he still remembered that this place had a lot to do with him, and it was here that his withered grass ring, which he regarded as a talisman, was broken by someone about eighteen years ago.

On that day, two groups of people were fighting here, and their two Taoist priests, one old and one young, were implicated, not only did the fortune teller fail, but also suffered accidental injuries. Jun Li is still a little scared, he was young and ignorant at that time, and when he saw someone start to move, he pulled out the only iron sword in his master's box to help the attacked party.

It was only when he saw the sharp blades of others beginning to slash at him that he realized that his siblings did not listen to him at all. If it weren't for someone who suddenly grabbed his wrist from behind and swung a few swords for him, I'm afraid that my life would not be there.

The bracelet on the wrist was scratched like that, and now that I think about it, at that time, for a broken grass ring that was extremely rough and should have fallen apart a few years ago, he cried and mourned his benefactor with a "you pay" expression, and he should have been tattooed with the word "liar" and sent to Huaibei.

The person who pinched the grass ring, he heard people call him "Cheng Zuo". This group of people all belonged to a nearby Jianghu faction called the "Qinglong Sect", and the "Cheng Zuo Envoy" was really a good person, and he was really willing to compensate him for something. In fact, he was already planning to accept it gladly, but unfortunately the master still politely declined. It is probably because of this sword spike that he deserved but did not get, and finally got the same one from the person surnamed Xia, who he loved and used as a substitute for the talisman, and was always tied to the sword.

Jun Li sat in the tavern and waited for a while. This was near the valley where the Blue Dragon Sect was stationed, and he had hoped to meet one or two people from the Blue Dragon Sect, even if they didn't know each other, it could be regarded as a connection to the past. It's a pity that there aren't, there are not even a few people around, and there is no fortune-telling business. He had no choice but to stand up and walk slowly outside.

But as soon as he went out, he suddenly heard something sound, and he was stunned and stopped. It seemed to be the sound of a piano, but it was very, very far away, and only some discontinuous sounds could be faintly heard. He looked back at the people in the tavern as if he were in question, and when he saw the shopkeeper, he also looked up at him. When he met his eyes, the boss also understood what he was thinking.

"I can hear it every day these days. The shopkeeper explained. "I don't know where it came from, and I'm wondering. ”

Jun Li smiled thankfully, "Then I'll take a look." ”

He really followed the sound of the piano. The closer you go, the more complete and pleasant the sound of the piano becomes, but this pleasant sound—it is a sentimental sound, between the speed and slowness of the piano, there are countless heartaches and regrets, wrapped layer by layer, round by round, through the staggered echoes of the trees, in the end, people have no time to adjust their breathing, only fall into endless sorrow.

- Who is playing the piano here?

Sheltered by the shadow of the tree, Jun Li cautiously walked forward. This piece has a very wide vocal range, but the details inside are not messy - the piano should not be an ordinary piano, so ......

Before he could think of the words "twenty-five strings", he had already seen a touch of white in the distance.

Could it be her?" he frowned slightly. Why did she come here, and why did she play the piano here?

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and Jun Li hurriedly flashed behind the tree beside him. Did she find me?

I heard a voice say coldly: "You are finally willing to appear." This voice was indeed the woman in white who met in the tea shed that day. Jun Li's gaze moved slightly, and he caught a glimpse of several figures appearing not far from the woman in white. He breathed a sigh of relief: she had come to speak to those people. But then the heart then asked: who are those figures?

Jun Li's eyesight has always been good, and he can already see everyone with a slight probe where he is. The woman in white sat on the ground, with a twenty-five string in front of her, and in front of her was a tomb. Who is she playing in front of this tomb? Who is in this tomb? Could it be her close relatives who are wearing filial piety?

This speculation has been denied at the same time. This is definitely not a new grave, and the grave is already covered with dead grass. He wanted to go in a different direction to see what was written on the tombstone, but he was afraid that he would be discovered if he moved too much, so he had to give up for the time being.

The leader of the group had already replied: "It's not that I don't want to come, the Qinglong Valley is some distance away from here, and I can't hear the sound of the piano in the valley." ”

They appear to be members of the Blue Dragon Sect. Jun Li said in his heart.

The woman in white snorted coldly. "Ten years ago, I was only playing here for a quarter of an hour before someone spotted me, and ten years later I played here for three days before someone showed up—it seems that people have been dead for a long time, and no one cares anymore. ”

The leader was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "I don't deny the girl's words; the years have passed, and some things, even if you have the heart, are difficult to do, but in this way, the little girl who appeared here more than ten years ago is really a girl?"

Huo Ran, the woman in white, stood up and said, "It's me." It's a pity that you weren't in Qinglong Valley that day, otherwise you wouldn't have to wait until now for me to ask you everything about her!"

Jun Li couldn't help it, poked his head out, looked at the words on the tombstone, and vaguely saw that the big characters on it were "The Tomb of the Willow Envoy White Frost", and the small words on the side were "Star Envoy Zhuo Yan Weeping". He hurriedly retracted his head, but at this moment he caught a glimpse of the face of the leader, and he always felt that he seemed to be familiar from that angle.

I only heard him say again: "Although I was not here ten years ago, my insiders told me about it, but unfortunately I couldn't find any trace of the girl later." The girl still came to me after ten years, because she wanted to ask me something?"

"There are a lot of things I want to ask, but the first one, of course, is to ask, how did Senior Sister Bai die!"

It turns out that this "willow makes white frost" is her senior sister, so she is also a member of Lingyinmen. Jun Li said in his heart. According to what they just said, the white frost died ten years ago, and the girl in white should have been young at that time, but she also came to ask once, but she didn't find anyone - but strangely, she didn't find anyone, and she might be able to find it in a few days, so why wait for ten years?

He thought so, but suddenly he was shocked and remembered the man who was the leader. He had seen him, and it was in that tavern that he came with "Cheng Zuo's Envoy". Now that more than ten years have passed, this person is probably not fifty years old, and his appearance is not very distinctive, so he didn't recognize it for a while.

"The death of the hoarfrost—after all these years, the girl didn't find out?" the man asked rhetorically.

"Hmph, where can I go to find out about her? Since this monument was erected by you, who else can I ask about this matter besides you?" the woman in white was still very uncertain.

The tombstone was laid by him...... Jun Li said in his heart. Then he is the one written on the tombstone...... Star Envoy Zhuo Yan?Dan...... I vaguely remember that when the people of the Qinglong Sect called him at that time, they were not surnamed Zhuo, nor were they called "Star Envoys"; since the Qinglong Sect had "Cheng Zuo Envoys", then these so-called "Star Envoys" and "Willow Envoys" should not be the names of the Qinglong Sect, right?

I saw Zhuo Yan silent for a while, and suddenly smiled bitterly. "The Death of the White Frost...... The girl knows that the death of the hoarfrost is the last thing I want to think about in my life. ”

"You old man, don't talk nonsense, just say what you say!" the woman was obviously impatient.

"If you ask—that day was only for her master to kill me, and at last she ......"

"Let's be clear, who is her owner?"

Jun Li had already heard a sigh behind the tree. This Zhuo Yan is also a good-tempered person, and when she was questioned like this by a junior girl, she didn't have a seizure at all, and even her subordinates seemed to have confessed, and none of them said a word.

But seeing Zhuo Yan is smile, she said, "There are some things that the girl actually knows." Baishuang has been writing to her master for a long time, and the girl should know who her master is, and it seems deliberate to ask again. ”

"I ...... Why did I know? At that time, I was still young, and even if Senior Sister Bai had a letter, only my master could see it. ”

"Ten years ago, you came to this grave at the order of the master to provoke, didn't she tell you about the past?"

"Ten years ago, I came alone, how could I have been ordered by my master?"

"Bai Shuang left Lingyinmen very early, you should not have seen her at all; if it weren't for your master's constant telling you about her, why would you be so obsessed with her affairs? Ten years ago, you played the piano here, but the few people who were watching you fell asleep unconsciously with the magic sound, but it was by no means an eleven or twelve-year-old girl who wanted to say that it was not your master's share, I'm afraid it would be difficult; and— You've never seen me, but as soon as I came, you knew I was the one you were looking for, and unless your master told me what I looked like according to her letter—"

This "Star Envoy Zhuo Yan" turned out to be not a fuel-efficient lamp. Jun Li said in his heart. Now it's time for a-for-tat. However, it turned out that this girl had never straightened out the ins and outs, and she showed flaws in her speech, and she was caught, and there was no way. It is expected that she has already investigated the death of the white frost for ten years, but she needs to find this person to confirm it.

The woman was dumbfounded for a moment by Zhuo Yan's continuous rhetorical questions, and hesitated for a moment: "Okay, I admit it, there are some things I know." But I am instructed by Master to ask you to tell what happened to Senior Sister Bai in person, just because in Senior Sister Bai's letter, it can be seen that she trusts you very much, and you are your only friend. It is only from you that I can be sure that it is indeed the truth. ”

"The only friend...... Zhuo Yan's face seemed to be filled with a lot of helplessness for a while, so full that she had to look up at the sky slightly to not overflow. "Yes, it's because she's a friend to me that I finally ...... Will die!"

Jun Li, who had been away for several miles, was deeply shocked by these words. The woman in white didn't speak, as if waiting for him to continue.