Crane Valley.

Even with the sun shining overhead, the valley was as cold as a long night. The undulating cranes all over the place, the misty clouds and mist that fill the mountains, are in it, and you forget the vulgarity.

The emaciated young man sat at the top of the valley, ten soft swords melodically swirling around him. Every time a soft sword passed in front of him, he would raise his hand and tap lightly on it, causing the soft sword to tremble and provoke an incomparably pleasant sword sound.

With the sound of the sword, a few Wu Nong's soft words popped out of the young man's mouth: "The pipa strings say lovesickness, the bright moon was there at that time, and the colorful clouds returned...... He once returned to the clouds. ”

Huaiqu burst out with the sound of swords, waking up the sleeping cranes in the valley forest.

"Don't ask Jinling...... Whose son's son competes for beauty early? Entering the boat Qinhuai, the clear carp water is far away from the moon. ”

A song followed, attracting hundreds of cranes in the forest to fly one after another. As soon as the soles of his feet touched the ground beside the young man, he raised his cry and sang to the joy of the young man's sword song.

"Relying on the willow pond, dissolving the moonlight ridge downwind. Singing with wine, golden and white horses, beauties on the side, and finally like a teenager's tour. ”

For a time, the crane cry, the sword song, and the Huai song competed for harmony, and the crane valley shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round was stirred up and the fog disappeared, and the sunlight that could not shine for a long time poured down, and the entire crane song valley was illuminated in an instant.

When the white cranes saw that the valley was full of sunshine, they couldn't help crying.

Murong Haoyue narrowed her eyes, looked at the sun that she had not seen for a long time, and gently wrapped her hand towards the soft sword, and the closed sword box behind her slowly opened.

"Return. ”

Ten soft swords flying in the air entered the box one after another, and there was a slight ripple in the box, but it was difficult to be silent.

I have just experienced a period of hollow valley Huaiyin chorus, how can I be quiet?

"Wow. A crane cry came, and Murong Haoyue regained her surging heart and turned her head to look.

A white crane with a red neck and a red crown and tears in the corners of its eyes was also looking at him. The position of the look, it is his bosom. Murong Haoyue immediately understood, and took out a blood-colored lotus flower from his arms, the color of which was like a crane's top draining blood.

Crane Blood Lotus. The living and the dead, with white flesh and bones, can cure all diseases.

The sun shone on the lotus flower, and it glowed with blood, and after a few moments, it returned to normal. After being exposed to the sun, the lotus flower became more enchanting and illusory, and there were a few points of crystal sparkling in it.

"The Blood Lotus has fully bloomed. Thank you, Brother He, poor road...... It's time to get out of here. Murong Haoyue glanced at Snow Lotus and smiled with relief.

Zhu Tear White Crane seemed to understand human language, looked at Murong Haoyue in confusion, and screamed twice.

Murong Haoyue smiled helplessly: "Brother He, you don't have to keep it, and you don't need to keep it." Poor Dao has lived here for five years, and has spent five years waiting for this crane blood lotus to bloom. In the past five years, I have missed the five grand scenes of the Qinhuai River, and it is time for me to go back. ”

Hearing this, Baihe was silent, and some of them wept sadly.

The sun is shining, and above the valley is the boundless sky.

"The valley clouds have dispersed, and the fog will no longer stand in your way out of the valley. Murong Haoyue looked at the sky and said slowly: "This valley can no longer restrain you, you also have to go out to see the world you have never seen."

"Although, this valley is indeed suitable for you. ”

In an instant, the young man's slightly vicissitudes of life showed the ease of the old boy. Just like standing in front of the gate of Wudang Mountain many years ago, under the leafy locust tree, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the sandalwood is intoxicating, a young man with a sword box on his back said goodbye to his late master in order to find the heart of the sword, and resolutely stepped out of the mountain gate.

In the eyes, it is the yearning for the rivers and lakes.

But in his eyes at this moment, there is only the light gauze girl who walked out of the Xueyue Building on the Qinhuai River with a pipa in her arms.

She is her own sword heart.

For a time, the sound of cranes in the valley was like a tide, resounding in the sky.

The white crane snuggled up to Murong Haoyue's arm, grateful, but more reluctant.

"We'll see you again. Murong Haoyue said, and in the looming tears, there was the determination to go to the appointment.

......

An hour later.

A brigade of well-equipped hunters drinks in a liquor shop at the bottom of the valley of Heming Valley.

Hunting bows, bait, sharp arrows, bird cages, trap nets, it is obvious that they came for the cranes of the valley. They inquired around for a long time, only to know that Yangzhou is ten miles away, and there are only cranes here. But when they came to this wine shop with confidence, they were frightened by the shopkeeper's words and hesitated.

"I advise you not to go...... On the top of this valley, there sat a strange man: carrying a big box on his back, wearing a torn robe, and anyone who came within ten steps of him would wave his hand! Well, just like this wave, a little sword of the bright moon would fly out of the box with his gesture, and take its head in an instant! And if you go into the valley to catch cranes, as long as he hears the crane's wail, the next moment, a sword will fall on your head!"

The shopkeeper was talking endlessly, and his speed was better than that of a storyteller in a bustling city. The group of big men with hunting tools also listened attentively, ignoring Xiao Er's saliva and falling into the peanuts in front of him.

"It's boring!" a big man muttered disdainfully after eating a peanut and looked out the window.

Outside the window of the restaurant is the mountain road of Heming Valley, and you can directly reach the top of the valley from here.

The mountain road is winding, but it is very continuous, giving a vague sense of endlessness. But Dahan vaguely saw a person slowly walking down the mountain in this endless end.

This person was dressed in a Taoist robe and carried a large box, but he could still walk like a fly in the extremely bumpy mountain road. Dahan thought this person was familiar, but he really couldn't remember where he had heard of this dress.

"Hey, do you think this person looks familiar?" the big man pointed to the man outside the window, and the rest of the people looked over.

It doesn't matter if this hope is made, the already panicked wine shop suddenly jumped up and down, and the chickens and dogs were restless.

After Murong Haoyue walked down the valley, she glanced back at the valley and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

Five years ago, he went up the mountain for one person. It took five years to descend the mountain for the same person. Five years have been lonely, waiting for flowers to bloom for one person, the young man has become a young man, I don't know the way of the world, is it like yesterday?

The wind rose slowly, the ragged robe moved with the wind, a few drops of ink flowed, smudged into a painting, and a huge ink crane condensed and formed under his slow feet.

In the blink of an eye, the young man had left in the ink crane.

When the group of hunters saw the young man driving away, they were immediately ecstatic, threw down a few taels of silver, and without saying goodbye to Xiao Er, they picked up the hunting equipment and went up to the valley.

But along the way, they didn't see a shadow of a crane, only a few crane feathers, and a large area of white bones.

Further up, you reach the top of the valley. On the top of the valley is a hastily formed house, as if an immortal once lived in seclusion here. In front of the house, there is a long green vine, the top of the vine is bloody, the dew is shining, as if it is pregnant with the next flower.

But the next time the flowers bloom, it will be fifteen years later.

The fog had not yet cleared, and the glow covered the entire valley, and the valley was full of warmth, and faintly, the chirping of cranes could be heard from the sky.

"This valley ...... How is it different from what they describe?"

The big man at the head did not look very lost, but scratched his head suspiciously, looking at the quiet valley.

Since then, although this valley is called the Crane Singing Valley, there is no crane singing.

The elegant name of "Three Swords of Dusk Huai" is like thunder in the rivers and lakes, so as soon as the news that the little son of the Yan family is going to marry the first Yan of Xueyue Lou was released, it spread all over the world. The red invitation is like the wax moon and snow, falling all over the rivers and lakes.

The sect that touched the most when he got this news was Wudang.

A young man in a crane robe standing at the top of the golden summit looked at the red invitation in his hand, and his thoughts drifted away for a while.

"If Senior Brother is still alive in the world, how would he feel when he sees this invitation?" The young man looked far away, his gaze swept over the seventy-two green peaks and twenty-four streams below, as if recalling the youthful years when he and his senior brother played and practiced in the meantime.

At this moment, a gray-haired old man, Edgeworth, flew in.

The young man retracted his thoughts and said respectfully to the old man, "Master." ”

Yu Yazi didn't pay attention to the young man's salute, and couldn't help but scold: "Haochen, you are already the head of Wudang Mountain, why don't you stay in the main hall, standing on this golden top and blowing a cool breeze, what kind of high place is it too cold? ”

Xiao Haochen shook the dust lightly and said with a smile: "Isn't that master already driving a crane to chase immortals for his junior brother, and the world has turned into a handful of loess, how can he still stand in front of the poor road and talk to the poor road?"

Yu Yazi frowned slightly: "That kid from the Mo family, he used a sword to seal the path of the immortals in the rivers and lakes, do you really think he is joking? I have been 'dead' in the world for sixteen years, but I still haven't touched the threshold of immortals......"

Xiao Haochen smiled, "It's okay, the love of brothers and sisters is so unspeakable." ”

When Yu Yazi heard this, he said angrily: "Hugh wants to make fun of Lao Dao me, hurry up and get down, except for you and me in the entire Wudang Mountain, there is no third person who has the ability to come to this golden roof, do you want to play with them and evaporate in the world?"

Xiao Haochen did not refute: "Yes." This time, I'm going down to Wudang Mountain. ”

"Do you want to go to Ah Yue again?" Yu Yazi was stunned for a moment and asked.

Xiao Haochen nodded without hesitation, and handed Yu Yazi a happy red invitation: "Senior brother, if he is still here, he will definitely get married." This time I went to Jinling, maybe I could meet it. And I recently stargazed, and I calculated that my senior brother would enter Jinling again this time, and there would probably be a catastrophe. ”

"Can you figure out what the catastrophe is?" asked Yu Yazi.

Xiao Haochen shook his head and muttered: "Now I only know that there will be a catastrophe, as for what catastrophe it is, I am afraid that it can only be calculated after entering Jinling City." ”

"Alas......" Yu Yazi sighed deeply, "This Jinling City has fallen to its current situation, and it is inseparable from my Wudang." ”

Xiao Haochen glanced at Yu Yazi lightly and said, "At that time, I was powerless to prevent the disaster from happening, which caused the Yan family to be almost wiped out, and hundreds of people in Jinling were displaced. Now that I am the head of Wudang, I should atone for my past.

"I went here not only to find my brother and help him through the calamity, but also to get past it. ”

Yu Yazi nodded, and said indifferently: "I am born but I don't have it, I don't hold it, I live for it, I don't want to live for it." Back then, Poor Dao really didn't misunderstand you. ”

Xiao Haochen seemed to remember something again, and said with a wry smile: "Alas, although I am named the head of the sect, I am far inferior to those elders in the sect. Yan Gongzi is happy all over the world this time, and I hope those elders will not go down the mountain without permission and poke any more baskets......"

The two of them raised their heads in unison and looked at the sky.

In the rolling clouds, there were faint sounds of cranes.