Guancheng drank some soup at random for breakfast, and then sat in front of her father's grave, sometimes crying, sometimes wooden, and tearful eyes, which made people feel distressed.

Fu Qingyun sharpened a stone tablet with a blue light short sword, asked for his name, and engraved the name: "The Tomb of the Source of the Emperor of Mercy". A monument was erected in front of the grave.

After finishing the work, Fu Qingyun quietly accompanied her, and heard her sing a lamentation:

"Tiande is long and long, and human life is not urgent. A hundred years later, it is like a candle blown by the wind. It is difficult to continue the kindness of relatives, and human life cannot be redeemed. Traveling all over the world, each department is recorded in Taishan. The world is happy, and suddenly returns to Dongyue ....... ”

The song is poignant, melancholy, full of gray and difficult taste, which makes people sad and broken.

After a song, Guanguan's tears were like broken beads, and they fell again.

Seeing that Guanxuan's liver and intestines were broken, and she was stuck in grief and couldn't extricate herself, Fu Qingyun thought that she had to think of a way to free her from grief.

But the "Hades Cave" is isolated from the world, and there is nothing new and strange to divert her grief.

In the early morning, the golden sunlight shone obliquely, and the pool water reflected back, just on the bones of the giant python, and the python tendons attached to the bones flashed with light. The skin and flesh of the golden python had already been cut and dried by Fu Qingyun, and only one body remained.

Fu Qingyun was hesitant and helpless, and when he saw the giant python with flashing light, a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, and he thought of Xuanxuan's seven-string guqin. The guqin has always been by Guanxuan's side, and when she was seriously injured and unconscious, she still held on to the guqin, which must be her beloved thing. Xuan Xuan is also a master of the piano, if it can be repaired, let the sound of the piano carry her sorrow, maybe she can be relieved from the pain.

The guqin was damaged in a battle with Luo Yuntian, the head of the Taihe Gate, and two strings were broken. Every time she stroked the broken string guqin, she sighed and was depressed. Fu Qingyun also wanted to repair it for her, but the strings of this guqin were twisted from heavenly silk, and there was no such thing in the "Hades Cave".

It wasn't until just now, when I saw the python tendon attached to the bones of the giant python, crystal clear and full of tenacity, that I thought that maybe I could use the mangjian to replace the silk and repair the guqin.

As soon as he thought of it, Fu Qingyun came to the remains of the python to take a closer look. I saw that from the python head to the python tail, several shiny python tendons were attached to the python ridge, some thick and some thin. Stretch out your index finger and flick it gently, the echo is crisp and elastic.

Fu Qingyun was overjoyed, this kind of reckless tendon is strong and strong, both tough and elastic, and should be able to replace the silk.

Fu Qingyun selected a few python tendons of the right thickness, took out the Qingguang Sword, the Qingguang Sword was extremely sharp, cut it off, and brought it back to the "Guan'er Palace". Pick up the guqin and check it carefully, only to see that the body is made of unique mahogany, the wood is hard, and it is warm to the touch. There is a delicate sword box on the top of the body, and a show sword is inserted in the box. Seven strings were tied to the shaft, and the strings were twisted from rare celestial silk, two of which were broken in the battle with Luo Yuntian.

Fu Qingyun compared the size, cut the python tendon into seven sections, replaced all the silk strings on the guqin, and tightened the python tendon on the shaft to make seven python tendon strings. In the sun, the python tendon emits a sparkling crystal light, which matches the red body very well.

Fu Qingyun gently stroked the guqin, his face was pale, and when he played it gently, he made a piercing and crisp sound of "Zheng", which was not pleasant.

Hearing this, Guancheng turned around, returned to the "Guan'er Palace" with a cane, and saw Fu Qingyun holding the guqin, and said sadly: "This guqin is still tuned for me by my father." ”

Fu Qingyun wanted to divert her grief, and took the opportunity to say: "I have a good string, but I can't tune it, you can tune it again." ”

Xuan Xuan took the guqin, put down the crutches, sat on the stone couch, plucked the strings a few times, and said softly: "What is this made of, so tenacious, with a crisp echo, it is really good to use as a string." ”

"It's the tendon of a python. Fu Qingyun replied.

"Look at the color of this python, I'm afraid it's a centuries-old python, but it's a rare thing. Xuan Xuan raised his chin and looked at Fu Qingyun gratefully: "Brother Qingyun, thank you!"

Fu Qingyun smiled and didn't speak.

Guanxuan's index finger touched the strings, closed his eyes and listened, and then adjusted the tightness one by one. Fu Qingyun sat quietly on one side, seeing her focused expression, her eyes were deep, and her snow-white fingertips were pressing, pinching, and plucking on the seven strings, adjusting them repeatedly, sometimes frowning, sometimes soothing, which was temporarily freed from sadness and longing.

While tuning, Xuan Xuan played fragmentary notes at will, although the rhythm was not coherent, but each tone was melodious and melodious.

It took a whole day of hard work, and in the evening, the melodious music wafted at the bottom of the cave, like a clear spring flowing slowly at the bottom of the valley, and the echoes of the four walls lingered.

At the beginning, the music is lingering, melodious and tactful, as if telling the past of childhood, a thousand words, containing endless joy, surprise, expectation, and expectation. Later, the sound of the piano became lower and lower, almost inaudible, and if it sank into the abyssal sea, it was untouchable.

Xuanxuan's eyes were confused and wandering, and his face was full of intoxication, which should have reminded him of his childhood.

The sound of the piano trembled suddenly, and the sound of the piano was sorrowful, sad and desolate, like sighing, like crying, and extremely mournful.

Fu Qingyun sat on one side, his mind was touched by the sound of the piano, and his eyes gradually blurred. Each beating note reverberated and entangled in his heart, reminding him of his childhood pain. When he was young and ignorant, his father and mother both suffered a car accident, and after more than a dozen spring and autumn seasons, the childhood pain has gradually faded, but he was touched by the sound of the piano, and an inexplicable heartache hit his heart again, and two lines of tears rolled down.

The sound of the piano "Zheng" stopped abruptly, Fu Qingyun woke up, quickly turned his head, secretly wiped his tears, and turned around to see that Xuan Xuan was also full of tears.

Xuan Xuan sighed lightly and said, "Do you have any sad things?"

"When I was young and ignorant, my father and mother were gone. Up to now, I can't even remember my father's and mother's appearance, and I only have a vague impression left. Fu Qingyun said sadly.

At the entrance of the "Hades Cave", I saw the sky full of stars and shining light. Fu Qingyun raised his head and stared, and said leisurely: "I once heard the old man say that after people die, they will become stars and return to the sky, and they will watch you every day and accompany you." Once all the memories are gone, then they can't find you. So I tried to remember, I wanted to remember the remnants of the happy time with my parents, even if it was a little hazy impression, I would repeat it repeatedly, for fear that it would disappear. ”

Xuan Xuan wiped his tears, looked at Fu Qingyun sympathetically and said, "Brother Qingyun, you are so pitiful. Guanchen will never forget her father, who can see me and my mother every day. ”

Fu Qingyun turned his head and looked at Xuan Xuanying's eyes: "People can't be resurrected after death, and being strong for the living is the best comfort for the dead." So we must cheer up, live every day happily, and don't let the deceased worry and the living sad. ”

Xuan Xuan nodded solemnly: "Well, Xuan Xuan knows, and he won't let his father and mother worry anymore." ”

Fu Qingyun smiled with relief and said, "Guanyun has grown up. ”