Miaojiang, where Baili Jiuzhai is located, is far away from Yanbei, where Dai'an Peak is located, and it took more than ten days for the two to come to the foot of Dai'an Peak under the "care" of Master Yihua all the way.

On the road, Master Yihua and Yan Lin discussed the matter of Jiao Shuyu, and a huge question arose-

Did Jiao Shuyu's information be sent to Yu Junjian's hands?

If the answer to this question is yes, then this world-famous head Yu can almost be said to be the indirect promoter of the destruction of Wanyin Temple. If it weren't for the sudden surprise attack of Baili Jiuzhai and the unpreparedness of Wanyin Temple, how could their group of people have such an end. But why did Yu Junjian do this?

But Yan Lin's physical condition didn't allow him to think about it, and most of the time the whole person was confused, and he couldn't even see the things in front of him clearly.

When he came to Dai'an Peak, Yan Lin had rarely been awake, and Master Yihua carried him all the way up the mountain.

When Yan Lin came to his senses again, he found himself in a wooden house, and there was no one else in the house. The wooden house is simply furnished, and the only thing that is varied is a variety of musical instruments, such as sheng, flute, and zheng. Burning incense and baking the stove. There is a quiet sound of flute, and the aftermath is endless.

He dragged himself out of bed, took a cloak from the hanger next to him, wrapped himself in it, squeaked open the door, and leaned against the frame.

The lofty mountains come into view, the shallow mountain mist surrounds the green mountains like layers of streamers, and the self at the top of the mountain seems to be surrounded by light mist. In a clearing in front of the hut, a few seats were placed, and a plain-clothed monk was looking at the mountain, his hands erecting holes, and the ethereal notes were played by him. Beside him sat Master Ichika, who held a wooden fish in his hand, occasionally beating it to the rhythm.

The two had already noticed that Yan Lin had gotten out of bed, and it wasn't until the song was played that Master Yihua beckoned Yan Lin to come over and introduced: "This is Xi Yunshen of Xiaozhongshan, Jiao Yatou's master, and Yu Junjian's senior brother." ”

Xi Yunshen was a little thin and short, although he couldn't tell his age, the wrinkles on his face were already clearly visible. His eyes often seem to be looking at each other, and he always feels as if he sees the green mountains and white clouds behind him through the person he is looking at.

Yan Lin, who had a haggard face, met Xi Yunshen and asked Master Yihua, "I thought we were going to Dai'an Peak?"

Xi Yun said deeply, and his voice was low: "The entire mountain range here is called Dai'an Peak, and Xiaozhong Mountain is the secondary peak. ”

Xi Yunshen didn't seem to be as easy to get along with as Master Yihua, and Yan Lin was a little restrained: "It's the younger generation who is lonely and unheard." ”

"Ha!" Master Yihua couldn't stand the dull atmosphere, and asked with a smile, "What do you think of the song "The Wind in the Night" just now? Old man Xi, don't look at this kid is young, people are also people who understand music and rhythm, and the suona is good at blowing!"

Yan Lin felt that his head was still swollen, and he endured and said: "The wind is light and the clouds are light, the night is thick and quiet, if this song is played at night, Xiaozhong Mountain may be enshrined as a fairyland." It's just that the younger generations have never heard this song, is it composed by the old Xi seniors?"

"The old man has lived in the mountains for a long time, and he will compose music when he has nothing to do, this song "The Wind is Clear in the Night" is the old man's recent night trip to Xiaozhong Mountain, which has not yet been circulated, and it is normal that you have not heard it. Yan Lin's appreciation is completely in line with the background of Xi Yunshen's creation, which makes him look at Yan Lin with admiration.

"You haven't heard of this song, but you must have heard "Wushan Cloud"!" Master Yihua said categorically.

""Wushan Cloud" is also composed by Xi's predecessors?" Yan Lin was surprised.

This "Wushan Cloud" is a famous suona song, often played in the folk to do white things, it is a song that Yan Lin has known since he was a child.

"There are a lot of folk tunes that come from Xiaozhongshan. Aren't you good at suona, hurry up and play this "Wushan Cloud" to Old Man Xi. ”

Yan Lin didn't know why Master Yihua wanted him to play "Wushan Cloud", but when he saw that Master Yihua kept giving him a look, he had to drag his heavy body to bring suona, smiled shyly, and began to play.

"Wushan Cloud" is an extremely sad song, with a slow rhythm and a melody like crying, which is different from ordinary suona songs. Sometimes the music is like a mountain cry, sometimes it is like a silent whimper. If these pieces were played by other instruments, they would be tear-jerking. But the suona itself has a high-pitched timbre, and there is a little more sparseness in the sadness, and there is a tenacity that is not indulged even if it is sad.

Blowing and blowing, Yanlin suddenly remembered Wanyin Mountain. There are also peaks and mountains, and the fog is light and frosty. There used to be his home, there was a master who always thought he was noisy, and a senior sister who made people feel like a spring breeze. And that's gone. Yan Lin thought to himself, maybe in the future, it will only be a floating river, and there will never be such a home again.

When he was playing, Yan Lin kept repeating the name of this piece in his heart. When he was young, he once played "Wushan Cloud" in front of a layman, who was widowed, and he endured grief and pretended to be strong, but when he heard "Wushan Cloud", he couldn't help crying bitterly. Wushan clouds, Wushan clouds, except Wushan is not a cloud......

Yan Lin couldn't help crying, and he couldn't go down halfway through the song. The deceased had passed away, and the kindness was hard to repay, and he lowered his head and sobbed. Due to the weakness of his body, the hands supporting his body also became weak, and his whole body trembled slightly.

"Good boy, good boy. Master Yihua patted Yan Lin stiffly, and then said to Xi Yunshen, "Look at this doll, how pitiful." ”

There was fog in Xi Yunshen's eyes, but he just glanced at Yan Lin coldly: "There are many poor people in the world, how is he different?"

Master Yihua scolded: "Your heart is made of stone, why is it so difficult for you to save this doll??"

Yan Lin was puzzled.

Master Yihua was very annoyed, his nose moved slightly, and said: "This old man obviously has a way to detoxify you, but he is not willing to come to the rescue, isn't it hard-hearted?"

"It will take half of my body to cultivate to save him, and I can't recover it in ten years. I have never been masked with him, why should I save him?" Xi Yun said coldly.

"It's only ten years, and what you can save is the apprentice of Master Ciyi!"

"Haven't you always said that life and death are nothing more than that? Why are you so obsessed with life and death today?

Master Yihua clasped his hands in front of his chest, was very angry, and moved out of Jiao Shuyu: "I don't care, don't blame me for not telling you, it was your Jiao girl who asked me to take him to Xiaozhongshan." You can't save him, and I don't care if you blame you when the time comes. ”

Xi Yunshen said: "I didn't agree with her to be a spy back then, she was resolute, and now she thinks of asking me to help her save people? ”

No matter how he grinds, Xi Yunshen looks like he can't be saved. Master Yihua was furious, stood up all of a sudden, and pointed at Xi Yunshen with his finger: "How did you become like this? Xiaoxiang is dead, yes, but it's been so many years, you should also cheer up!"

Hearing "Xiaoxiang", Xi Yunshen's eyes became extraordinarily deep, and his tone became much more ethereal, asking, "What does this have to do with her?"

Master Yihua said: "In the past, let alone spend half of your body to cultivate, in order to save people, even if you spend a body of cultivation, you are willing." What have you cared about since she went?"

Xi Yun was gloomy and said quietly: "Back then, I took her to find famous doctors all over the world, and everyone said that her disease would be contagious, and she didn't even want to open the door. If the world is ruthless, why should I be merciful?"

Without Xi Yun's deep elaboration, Yan Lin could guess that this was a sad story after all. He suddenly seemed to understand why there was a song like "Wushan Cloud" in the world. Xi Yunshen's love is written in "Wushan Cloud", Yan Lin is a player, how could he not experience this deep affection.

Master Yihua suddenly turned to Yan Lin: "You don't want to ask him to save your little life?"

Yan Lin begged for help, but Xi Yunshen didn't seem to hear it, so Yan Lin stopped talking.

"A word is enough?"

After getting out of bed for a long time, Yan Lin already felt that his body was starting to feel a little weak again, and as soon as the voices of the two of them sounded, he felt like his head was about to explode. He thought to himself, Master Yihua has a good saying, life and death are nothing more than that. He once experienced the true feelings of the world in Wanyin Temple, so even if his life is short, it is not in vain. Xi Yunshen didn't have any friendship with him, and it was understandable that he didn't want to spend ten years of effort to save himself.

So he said weakly: "Master, since Senior Xi is unwilling, why do you want to force it?"

Master Yihua hated that iron could not become steel: "Silly boy, now he can save your life, you still say such things, you don't want to die!"

Yan Lin lowered his head: "The life of the junior was originally picked up by the first teacher. After so many years of unwavering support from my mentor and my sister's patient teaching, I am already grateful and dare not ask for anything else. If that's the number, so be it. ”

Master Ichibana wanted to hit him. At this time, Xi Yunshen's brows tightened, and he asked, "What do you say?" Master Yihua also sat down, and said angrily: "What do you mean to pick it up?"

"Huh?" Yan Lin found that the two elders were looking at him, "This involves the life experience of the juniors, and the two seniors want to hear it?"

Master Yihua's tone was yin and yang: "You are also a dying person, so if you have the opportunity to speak, you can say it quickly, and there are not many words to say." ”