"It's barely okay. Dou Changan licked his lips and said, "It's better to drink fake wine than no wine, isn't it?"

The prince of the plain robe smiled and said nothing, even though the osmanthus wine on the ship was not as authentic as the authentic one in Yangzhou, Jiangnan, but it was also made of genuine Jiangnan osmanthus, and it was definitely not a bad wine that deceived and fooled people, but he knew that he couldn't fight Dou Chang'an, so he didn't argue about the right and wrong.

After being full of wine and food, Dou Changan and Bai Yun each returned to the wing room arranged by the prince in the plain robe to rest, and the decoration in the interior of the ship was also extremely luxurious, compared with the big inn.

In the dead of night, the sailboat sails on the river, encountering an undercurrent and rapids, the hull of the ship will rise and fall slightly, and the white clouds lie on the bed tossing and turning and cannot sleep.

The sound of the water is in the ears, like the sound of the pipa with different timbres, Baiyun still does not have a little sleepiness, simply turn over and get dressed and get out of bed, slowly walk to the window and push open the window of the ship's room, the white ripples are like flowing clouds floating up, a round and soft silver moon sprinkled on the open river, a good beautiful scenery.

Bai Yun returned to the bedside and lifted the spirit, gently pushed open the door, and walked down the corridor to the bow deck, without touching it all the way

A few servants, when the board pointed to calculate the hour, only to remember that it was already three watches on this day, and the servants had probably gone to rest, and the ship was on duty

The servants of the night also dozed off against the corner.

In addition to the endless sound of water, the four fields are empty, and the squeaky and low insects on the shore on weekdays are silent for some reason, and the whole world seems to be so quiet that only the endless Yangtze River and the lonely white clouds are left.

Bai Yun sat down cross-legged on the deck, laid the god on his knees, raised his hand to look at the bright moon hanging high, and closed his eyes in silence.

The breeze came slowly, the golden light was swirling, and the white clouds drove the power of the Buddha in the body at the same time, peeling off the cocoons one by one according to the method taught by Dou Changan.

The internal strength of people who practice martial arts and the martial arts realm are detached, but they are completely different from each other, and the internal strength of people with high and profound martial arts must not be equal to the realm, but the internal force of the people with high and profound internal strength may not be as high as the internal force, but without exception, the deeper the internal force, the more clean the sea of qi is, they can often burst out of the power that is stronger than the realm of Taoism, and can even cross the border to kill the high realm, which is why Bai Yun wants to peel off the three-grade internal force in the body. Although after the first battle on the outskirts of Xiangyang, the yellow-robed monk helped Bai Yun get out of the pseudo-realm, but now the three-grade internal force accumulated in his body collapsed due to being beaten into the pseudo-realm, and became messy, like a big tree in the sky crumbling, and he has no spare time to smooth it out, and he can finally comb it through the bright moonlight tonight.

"Laughing at the predecessors once said, the great Prajna mind method is the secret science of Buddhism, which was created by the monk Shamu in Nirvana under the Bodhi tree, and after cultivation, you can cultivate into the incorruptible body of King Kong without entering the desolate fairyland. Thinking of this, Bai Yun couldn't help but have a bold idea in his heart, the monk of Shimu is the opening Buddha of Muru Temple, it is difficult to become a gray-clothed monk and Muru Temple have a relationship with the vine.

Bai Yun no longer delved into it, and all speculations were just vague speculations.

Internal force and breath swam and pulled in his body, and beads of sweat kept sliding down Bai Yun's cheeks and to his chin.

The originally bright and clear silver moon was draped in a light veil at some point, hazy, and the originally bright moonlight was also dimmed.

The autumn wind swept hundreds of miles, bringing scattered raindrops to fall on the face of the white clouds, and countless ripples suddenly appeared on the vast river.

The night dome was drizzling.

After peeling off the cocoon, Bai Yun slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat beads mixed with the rain on his forehead, and couldn't help but sigh, they all said that the weather in May is faster than turning the book, but the weather in the south is too much compared to the weather in May, and the moon is still bright when the head photo, this time it is drizzling again, and he is about to lift the god to return to the boat room to avoid the rain, but when the sight unintentionally swept over the woods on the shore, he was surprised to find that there was a glittering fire, and the light rain did not prevent the spread of the firelight, but the more and more it burned like a red fire cloud, and then there was a bamboo flute sound like frost coming out of the forest。

Bai Yun faintly heard the sound of the bamboo flute, and stopped for a moment, this song that lingers in the dense forest is a unique folk song in Beiyan.

A song of drifting snow, the pipa is broken.

The sound of the flute is intimate, like throwing a boulder in the heart lake of a young man, and a stone stirs up a thousand waves.

The figure of a sword swept from the bow deck to the shore, bringing a series of splashes on the river, and submerged into the lush forest, but he was surprised to find that only the silent woods were left around, and the young man was about to turn back to the ship with a dazed face, but just as he took a step back, the exciting sound of the flute came faintly from the depths of the forest.

Bai Yun's brows shrank, and after a moment of hesitation, he still dismissed the idea of returning to the ship, and walked vigilantly into the depths of the woods, he wanted to know who was playing this snow ballad?

This song of drifting snow is a song heard in the streets and alleys in the far north, but in recent years, the war between Daliang and Daliao has continued, the border pass is not passable, and the city of Beiyan is far away thousands of miles, so there are very few people who know this fluttering snow ballad in the territory of Daliang, recalling that year, whenever there are people singing on the streets of the city, singing this fluttering snow ballad, Baiyun Zhong gradually leaving and Xiao Gu will always squat on the street to listen to a day, Rao is sky is snow drifting three people are still reluctant to leave, and said that the snow in the sky is very appropriate.

"It's obvious that there is a fire spreading just now, how can it be wiped out in a while?" Bai Yun retracted his wandering thoughts, and his heart became more and more confused.

"Who the hell is playing this snow ballad?" Bai Yun suddenly remembered the wind chimes on Feilai Peak that dragged him to the burial sword tomb, and his heartstrings suddenly tensed, but he still couldn't stop wanting to find out.

After walking for a long time, I still only heard the faint sound of the flute and saw no human figure, and when I pushed aside the dense trees, it was an elegant and beautiful green bamboo forest, and a muddy path appeared at my feet.

Green bamboo grows on both sides of the dirt road, the strong green bamboo breath penetrates people's hearts and lungs, the sound of the flute lingers in the forest stream for a long time, the white clouds walk along the dirt road, the flute is getting closer and closer, as if it is not far away.

The bamboo forest gave birth to a faint mist, like walking on a sea of clouds in the moonlight, and the white clouds suddenly stopped their steps, and their eyes became strange inexplicably.

In front of the dirt road, there stood a statue of bright red armor like flames, with a yellow talisman attached to the helmet, and a stone statue holding up the red armor in the armor.

"Daomen Xuanjia?" Bai Yun said in surprise and muttered to himself.

In the first stone room of the burial sword mound, there are several Xuanjia with this appearance, but the Xuanjia in front of him is dressed in fire armor, which is obviously very different from the Xuanjia in the Burial Sword Tomb, not only the appearance is different, but the red armor in front of him is surrounded by a chilling rich killing intent, just like a living creature because of the violent resentment caused by being sealed by the talisman.

When he was practicing swords on Feilai Peak, Bai Yun had seen a record of Daomen Xuanjia in books, and after returning from the burial sword mound, he went to Lin Xueshu to have an in-depth understanding.

Daomen Xuanjia is a kind of puppet art of the Mo family, the Mo family is once the giant faction, but also the state religion of the previous dynasty, and Taoism Buddhism flourished for a while, the limelight even overshadowed Buddhism to become the first major religion, how can there be unforeseen circumstances, when the Liang Dynasty entered Chang'an to become the lord of the world, the Mo family declined overnight, which is obscure, at that time the rivers and lakes had different opinions, some people said that the Mo family was for self-protection and retreated bravely, and some people said that the Mo family was wiped out by the new dynasty overnight, but there was never an accurate conclusion, the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the Mo family was gradually forgotten by the world, faintly submerged in the rolling waves of rivers and lakes.

In addition to the great achievements of the Mo family as the state religion of the previous dynasty, it is also famous for manipulating puppets, Daomen Xuanjia is the most prestigious one of the Mo puppet techniques, and it is also the most appalling one, the disciples of the Mo family only need to hide in the shadows to manipulate the puppet, they can kill people invisibly, the political turmoil at the end of the Great Song Dynasty, the emperor had to vigorously suppress the sudden outbreak of spring bamboo shoots, so the iron-fisted politics has reached its peak, for those who have a rebellious heart, there is no need for conclusive evidence and regardless of the old and young, all of them are punished by the nine clans, for some of the big door valves that can not be solved clearly, they are all handed over to the Mo family to deal with, and the Mo family's Daomen Xuanjia kills one person in ten steps without leaving a trace, hence the fame.

Bai Yun wanted to approach the Xuanjia, but an elegant and graceful phoenix-eyed man walked out of the bamboo forest.

The man walked to the red armor with an oil fan, his figure was originally a tall and thin type, but the bright red armor was still half a person taller than him.

Bai Yun saw a white jade flute hanging from the man's waist, so he took the lead and asked, "Is Gongzi playing the flute?"

The phoenix-eyed man with extraordinary gas posture held the oil umbrella and smiled slightly, and said unhurriedly: "Exactly." ”

Bai Yun arched his hand and made a gesture: "Although I don't know the rhythm of music, but I can hear the tune in the flute is the snow ballad of Beiyan, and I was curious to come to observe it for a while, and I didn't have any other meaning, I just wanted to see who was playing in the forest." ”

The elegantly behaved phoenix-eyed man stretched out his hand, picked up the white jade flute on his waist and said, "If the young man likes it, then I will play another song for the young man?"

"Thank you, childe, it's just that the song is still rippling in my ears just now, or I don't have to, I don't have to hide it, I got off the boat after hearing the flute, and if I don't go back quickly, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the boat. Bai Yun said that he was about to turn around and leave.

But the elegant man holding an oil-paper umbrella in one hand and a white jade flute in the other walked up to Bai Yun: "Young man, slow down." ”

In fact, that song of drifting snow was specially played by the young man. The man with phoenix eyes said frankly.

Bai Yun was not a three-year-old child, so he was naturally wary of the phoenix-eyed man in front of him.

"There's something I want to ask for the help of the young man. The man's unique phoenix eyes suddenly became a line.

"What's the matter?" the person who came was not good, and Bai Yun subconsciously clenched his spirit.