With a hateful Xiahou Jun came to the hut. The hut that he had built with his own hands, the hut that had had countless sweet huts in between, the hut that had been expected to live until he was old. Familiar paths, familiar trees and weeds, familiar birds and insects. Nothing seemed to have changed, except for one difference, the hearts of the people standing in front of the hut. Once that heart was full of love for all this, but now only hatred occupies this heart. This moment seems to have been expected by Xiahou Jun. At this moment, Xiahou Jun seemed to have already thought about how to face it. The scene of the bloody washing of Xiahou's family two years ago has always been in my mind, and my father's determined eyes have been looking at him. Only these have accompanied Xiahou Jun in his life for the past two years. From the moment his relatives left, Xiahou Jun knew that the affection in his heart could no longer continue, but could only be cut off.

Xiahou Jun took out his flute, closed his eyes, and the melodious sound of the flute sounded, which made people fascinated, but the endless killing intent was hidden in it. In the sound of the flute, several big men came out of the hut, and Ximen Hongliang walked out with his sons. After the flute sounded, Ximen Hongliang knew that this time there was no way to avoid it. Ximen Hongliang lifted the big knife in his hand and rushed towards Xiahou Jun with several sons. As soon as the flute sounded, Ximen Hongliang and the others, who rushed forward, suddenly stagnated and became bulky. Ximen Hongliang used his internal strength to radiate outward, resisted the invisible pressure, and raised his big knife towards Xiahou Jun. The distance is approaching, and the sound of the flute is circulating. Simon Hongliang, who was running forward, felt infinite pressure in the sound of the flute. The invisible pressure is not resistance, not the force of attack, but the force of resistance born from one's own heart in the sound of the flute, the force of rebellion. This force seems to be controlling itself, to give up resistance, to stop its progress, to forget itself, to follow the will of the flute. Ximen Hongliang's pace of progress is getting slower and slower, and the power of will to fight in his heart makes him breathless, and he is suppressed in his heart, but he can't burst out. At this time, Ximen Hongliang's sons had completely stopped their steps and stood in the open space, their eyes blank, as if they had lost themselves. Ximen Hongliang is still resisting, and the strong true qi in his body is still maintaining a trace of clarity in his brain. Extremely depressed, Ximen Hongliang suddenly stopped rushing forward, froze, raised his head upwards and let out a loud roar: "Ahhh••••••h In the roar, the closest to Ximen Hongliang were his sons. They were already distracted, and in this thunderous roar, several people could not bear it, and fell down one after another, bleeding and convulsing all over. The roar drowned out the sound of the flute for a moment, and at this moment, Simon Hongliang woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw several sons twitching on the ground. Xiahou Jun was also shocked by the true qi in the roar, and his body regressed for a while, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth. As soon as the sound of the flute stopped, Ximen Hongliang lifted the remaining bit of strength and rushed towards Xiahou Jun quickly. With the whirring wind, Ximen's bright big knife slashed towards Xiahou Jun. Xiahou Jun's feet changed, he was fluctuating for a while, and under the rapid shaking of his body, he dodged the big knife that cut over. Xiahou Jun didn't love to stand, and spread his body to open the distance between him and Ximen Hongliang. Ximen Hongliang chased Xiahou Jun's figure like crazy, carrying a big knife and constantly slashing. In this way, the two chased after each other and circled around the hut a few times.

When Ximen Hongliang, who was desperately chasing and killing, couldn't help it, his pace slowed down. Xiahou Jun, who had distanced himself, once again played the flute of breaking love. When the flute sounded again, Ximen Hongliang completely slowed down, and seemed to be about to fall in the stagger. And the sound of the flute is changing, and the killing intention is gathering momentum. There was silence all around, except for the sound of the flute circulating in the air. At this time, Xiahou Jun stood under a locust tree, looking at the crumbling Ximen Hongliang in front of him, and the blood and hatred in his heart in the past two years were about to be avenged. Xiahou Jun slowly moved his fingers and pressed them on the eighth hole of the broken love flute. The powerful flute will explode. The power that destroys everything, the sound of destruction that can dissipate all grudges, is about to erupt after brewing.

At that moment, a voice suddenly flashed from the hut. The sound of 'ding' pierced the layers of murderous aura constructed by the sound of the flute. The sudden thud fixed the hand that was moving towards the eighth hole in the air. The sound broke the melody of the flute, and the hand on the edge of the eighth hole was fixed outside the hole, and could not be pressed. After the sound of 'ding', there is a continuous sound of the piano, this heavenly sound, which completely brings people into another world. A world without fear, without cold, without murder, a world of warmth, peace of mind, and beauty, a world that makes people linger, and a world that can only appear in dreams. At this moment, in Xiahou Jun's mind, he actually returned to the four years of time, and the life that he had given up two years ago was presented in his mind again, everything was so clear and obvious, everything was so happy, and everything was actually in his heart. As soon as this dream is opened, it is difficult to let go. At the sound of the piano, everyone stopped moving, they all went into a dream, and they didn't want to come out.

Xiahou Jun's dream is vaguely the beautiful figure, the emaciated face, and the moving smile. Just when this clear face comes to mind. Suddenly, a trace of clarity rose from the bottom of my heart, and it was a sense of resistance. A face that I had told myself countless times in my heart that I would forget was once again presented in my mind, and it aroused the idea of resistance in my heart. Then a pair of determined eyes stared at him, which were the eyes of his father, with unquestionable firmness. The sound of cutting iron sounded in my ears again: 'Kill Simon!'. This sudden clarity made Xiahou Jun open his eyes, and at this time, in front of the hut, a figure that was thinner than he had dreamed appeared. A pair of affectionate eyes looked at him, just like the eyes in front of the ancestral grave of the Xiahou family two years ago, with too much helplessness, love, and expectation. The moment the four eyes met, Ximen Yuxin saw that trace of warmth, warmth full of love. But the warmth was only a fleeting moment, and then there was that determined look, a strange look without any expression.

Then, I saw Xiahou Jun raise the flute in his hand, and the sound of the flute rose again for a while, fighting against the sound of the piano. The sound of the flute was no longer slow, but flowed quickly in the sound of the piano. The sound of the piano also followed the rhythm. Everything on the ground began to move, first the leaves on the trees, slowly turning yellow and withering in the chorus of the piano and flute, and then slowly falling one by one. At the same time as the yellow leaves fall all over the ground, the grass is also turning yellow and withering. In less than a quarter of an hour, every inch of the land shrouded by the sound of the flute and piano turned into a withered yellow land. Finally, Xiahou Jun's fingers pressed the eighth note hole again, and Ximen Yuxin also pointed his finger at the special qinxuan. There was a big movement, and everything around the two exploded. The destructive force destroys everything, and everything in heaven and earth is turned into dust. The dust drifting in the sky fell, covering the land and the love and hatred in it.

For a long time, when the wind blows, the dust is raised, and then the dust is covered. There was only one main trunk of the locust tree standing under the tree, standing woodenly. In front of his eyes lay several corpses. Several of Ximen Hongliang's sons fell, and Ximen Hongliang fell. In the sound of the flute, their blood vessels burst, their hearts shattered, blood splattered, and they fell one by one in front of Xiahou Jun's eyes. At that moment, the hatred in Xiahou Jun's heart seemed to have found an outlet, leaking out in a 'boom'. Father's eyes, his father's cutting voice began to dissipate in his head. However, there was also the emaciated and beautiful figure that fell before his eyes. When he blew the sound of the eighth sound hole, the sound of the special qin was not heard. At that moment, Ximen Yuxin stopped all movements, and just looked at Xiahou Jun affectionately. Ximen Yuxin's eyes were full of love, helplessness, and expectation. Xiahou Jun didn't look at all this, but he felt the look. As the hatred in his mind cleared, the look became clearer. But at this time, the blood vessels in Ximen Yuxin's body were rupturing, his heart was shattering, and blood was splashing. Xiahou Jun, who felt all this, also felt that his heart was broken piece by piece. Crystal droplets of water appeared in his eyes, drop by drop, more and more.

After a long time, Xiahou Jun walked to Ximen Yuxin, hugged her, walked into the distance, and disappeared into the distance.

Since then, there has been no such person as Xiahou Jun on the rivers and lakes. It's just that the broken love flute and Liumengqin reappeared on the rivers and lakes and brought a lot of turmoil.

After listening to Liang Jing's story, Xiao Ling sighed: "What a heart-wrenching story! I just heard a song by the palace master, and it seems that this dream qin is not all hurtful. While saying this, Xiao Ling felt the 'magic flute' given by the mysterious old man hidden on his back. This 'magic flute' has been carried by Xiao Ling for two years, although he was inspected by soldiers during prison and hard labor. However, this 'magic flute' is neither gold nor silver, and it is not a valuable thing. The soldiers who were inspected showed little interest in it. was able to stay by Xiao Ling's side all the time. Now listening to this story, I feel that this 'magic flute' seems to have something to do with the broken love flute. In the past two years, Xiao Ling has also often studied the secrets of the 'magic flute'. The material of the 'Magic Flute' is unique, and the holes on it are also quite different from ordinary bamboo flutes. However, Xiao Ling pondered no matter how much he could, but he couldn't find any secrets.

Liang Jing replied: "Leaving a dream qin and leaving a dream can hurt people and save people." It can mobilize the true qi in the human body and can be used as an auxiliary healing purpose. The song I played before had exactly this effect. ”

Xiao Ling then asked: "When the palace master played the Liumengqin, I heard that several old men praised the palace master for stepping into the realm of gathering streams, presumably this Liumengqin and the broken love flute are not something that ordinary people can use, right?"

Liang Jing smiled: "Of course, this Liumengqin and the Broken Love Flute are musical instruments that condense the way of music and martial arts." It is necessary to cultivate the true qi of the inner family to reach the realm of gathering currents before it can be played and blown. The little girl is not talented, and she has just been able to use the Liumengqin, and as for wanting to give full play to the effect of the Liumengqin, the little woman is also powerless. ”

When Xiao Ling heard this, his heart suddenly changed. Thinking that if the mysterious old man gave him a true love flute, then he couldn't study the secret because he didn't have the true qi of his family. After Liang Jing finished speaking, she asked again: "It is also a great honor to be able to meet Liu Mengqin now." I wonder if your palace has the whereabouts of the broken love flute?"

Liang Jing was in a trance when she heard this, and said sneeringly: "The broken love flute, the broken love flute has disappeared for more than ten years, maybe it won't reappear! It may come back as well. When these words came out, they gradually became apparent. Xiao Ling's words seemed to ask Liang Jing something unspeakable.

Seeing this, Xiao Ling didn't ask any more questions. After discussing with Lu Ping, the two planned to leave and return to Linyang Village. At that moment, Lu Ping hugged his fist to everyone: "My brother is treated warmly by the Guigong here, and I am very grateful. Now my two brothers have just come out of their predicament and are anxious to go back to see their families. So it's time to take your leave. ”

That Xiaoyi saw that the two of them were leaving, but he was a little reluctant in his heart: "Brother Lu Ping, Xiao Linggongzi, I haven't had time to repay you for your rescue!

Lu Ping saw Xiaoyi's reluctance and was also sweet in his heart: "Big brother is also going home to see his relatives." If he meets again in the rivers and lakes in the future, the eldest brother will naturally come to receive your reward again. It's just that when the time comes, the girl in the little clothes won't secretly put things in my pocket anymore!"

Xiaoyi smiled when he heard this: "That's natural, Xiaoyi will have difficulties when the time comes." Just tell Brother Lu Ping directly, at that time, you don't shirk. You have to protect me. ”

Lu Ping replied solemnly: "Of course. At that moment, everyone said goodbye, and Lu Ping and the two went in the direction of Linyang Village.