Wen Ziyu watched Di Yunfeng's figure disappear before turning to leave, she frowned, as if a stone had been blocked in her heart, as if she had lost something important to her life, she was uneasy and at a loss.

Di Yunfeng didn't go far, until he felt that Wen Ziyu no longer looked at him before he chose to look back, but at this time, Wen Ziyu's figure had already gone away, and he suddenly regretted it in his heart, and he wanted to catch up with Wen Ziyu several times and tell him that he was the Di Yunfeng she used to think about day and night!

It turned out that the word "before" was the highest hurdle in Di Yunfeng's heart.

If Wen Ziyu didn't enter the Yangmen to cultivate martial arts, then she would definitely not feel the support of her brothers and sisters, then she would definitely think about Di Yunfeng day and night, but now, she was like a stray cat who had found a place to live. Di Yunfeng has never been her haven, because Di Yunfeng's arms have never belonged to her.

Di Yunfeng wore the clothes of the disciples of the Yang Sect, and Wen Ziyu wore these clothes as if they were tailor-made—perhaps Wen Ziyu was destined to be unsuitable for the rivers and lakes that Di Yunfeng wanted to break into.

Di Yunfeng smiled dismally, and took out the parchment scroll engraved with "Qingfeng Sword Song" in his arms, even if it is a parting, there must be a parting gift, right?

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Soon, it was already late in the evening.

In the cold winter, the days are short and the nights are long, people who practice martial arts pay great attention to metabolism and work and rest time, wake up at sunrise, perch at sunset, and live very regularly regardless of the day and night. (Go to bed early and get up late to have a good body, Ji Hong just didn't sleep well before, so now he has a nervous breakdown, and he falls from the heavenly pulse to the human connection.) ）

There is no longer daylight.

Nearly ten o'clock in the night, flickering light and dark, there is a tenacious forest behind Mount Everest, I don't know what kind of forest is called, the forest is tenacious because the leaves on every tree here have not withered, although the leaves are withered and yellowed with the years, but they can not bear to part with the branches.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, quite biting.

The leaves shivered, and finally they couldn't stand the cold falling from the branches, so there was a "whoosh" sound of the wind blowing the fallen leaves, bleak, lonely, empty, helpless - at this time, a burst of piano sound suddenly sounded with the sound of the falling leaves, the sound of the piano is like a knife, not cutting people and people's hearts, and its air leads to sadness and desolation, and it is difficult to make people tears wet their clothes.

The person who stroked the qin was also very sad.

There is a night foreplay, and let the wind blow the fallen leaves, and then add the sound of playing the piano in the air, the time and place are favorable, which really makes people worry about it.

Di Yunfeng stood quietly behind a big tree, quietly looking at Wen Ziyu who was sitting with his back to him in the distance. Ziyu is a well-known lady in Dayan Kingdom, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, dancing ink Danqing, proficient in everything, Di Yunfeng is the first time to see her touching the piano, even if it is so sad, but it can also be fascinated.

Such a good piano sound, if it is placed in the Qinglou, it is difficult to buy a song. Whoever hears it, earns it.

Why is Ziyu so sad?

Di Yunfeng couldn't help but ask himself, so shameless, he thought that Ziyu was thinking about himself by playing the piano, and he would never regret it when his clothes were gradually widened.

"Purple Rain ......" Di Yunfeng didn't feel good in his heart, at this moment, a kind of guilt from instinct crept into his heart, if he didn't say goodbye again, wouldn't he break his promise to Purple Rain again?

Just when Di Yunfeng was undecided, someone took the lead - just listen, a dark night Xiao sound suddenly came from the side, Xiao sound like a spring breeze in March swept away the fallen leaves, but it is by no means a spring and white snow, it is also a kind of sadness, a kind of happy sadness, a quiet sadness.

Sadness can be very long or very short, it can be very painful or very peaceful.

Wen Ziyu's piano sound is painful sadness, but this person's Xiao sound is very calm sadness, for a while, the piano and flute ensemble, two different sorrows are intertwined, relying on each other and comforting each other.

But.

The authorities are clear, and the bystanders are stupid.

Di Yunfeng saw that others had snatched his purple rain, and his heart was hurt after all.

Han Renjun came with a small point of stepping on the branches, and then floated down with the fallen leaves, tonight he changed into a thick edelweiss robe, the price is expensive, the temperament is expensive, and the meaning is not expensive.

Han Renjun walked to Wen Ziyu's side, took off his edelweiss coat and gently put it on for Wen Ziyu from behind, and said softly: "It's late autumn, don't catch a cold in the apprentice." ”

Ambiguous.

Wen Ziyu shrugged his shoulders, quickly stood up, and looked back and accidentally bumped into Han Renjun's arms, he was surprised, and hurriedly took two steps back, but behind him was the guqin ornament, and another accidentally tripped over the piano stand, seeing that she was about to fall, but Han Renjun stepped down and held it in the air with one hand.

Suddenly, the air was quiet, the fallen leaves were still, the cold wind stopped, and the two looked at each other, each with their own deep eyes, and each with a thousand complex feelings.

The two looked at each other for ten breaths, and finally ended with Wen Ziyu blushing and pushing Han Renjun away.

"How did the master know that I was here?" Wen Ziyu didn't dare to look at Han Renjun anymore, and only turned around to tidy up the collapsed piano stand by herself.

Han Renjun smiled and said: "When you return at night, you will come here to play the piano for a long time, I couldn't bear to disturb the first few times, but today I heard your sad piano sound, so I played with Xiao Sheng, wanting to transform your sorrow," Speaking of this, he approached Wen Ziyu again and asked carefully: "What? Ziyu, do you have anything on your mind?"

Wen Ziyu wrapped the piano in a cloth bag and put it on her shoulder, and then sighed: "I don't know why today, I am absent-minded, lost my soul, I came to stroke the piano and did not intend to pluck the strings and play the music sadly, but unconsciously the ten fingers moved with my heart, and the hook and the rhythm were injured like this......"

Han Renjun blinked, gently stroked Wen Ziyu's forehead with his hand, probed his body temperature, and wondered, "Could it be that Ziyu, you are sick with a cold?"

Wen Ziyu couldn't stand this ambiguous action, she tilted her head back and left Han Renjun's hand, and the next moment she asked Han Renjun to salute: "More master care, how can people who practice martial arts be sick?" The disciple is not sentimental, it was getting late, so he went back to rest. After saying that, she was about to leave, but Han Renjun suddenly grabbed her arm, gently removed the guqin on her shoulder, and said earnestly: "Ziyu, I didn't come to you to catch up with the old days for my teacher—do you remember what I said to you during the day? I want to give you a surprise!"

Surprises are surprises, Wen Ziyu frowned slightly, looked at Han Renjun thoughtfully and asked, "What does the master mean?"

"Ziyu's martial arts have been promoted to the vital lineage, and I have never given you any congratulatory gifts as a teacher, during this time I have broken through the triple realm of sword cultivation in retreat, and finally realized a set of supreme sword duels that I want to teach you," Han Renjun smiled slightly, he was really handsome and moving, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked Ziyu softly: "How is it?"

Han Renjun's "Red Ancient" Qingfeng crisscrossed the entire Yingzhou, and the dual realm of sword intent that he perceived by himself belonged to the first battle force sword duel of Yingzhou sword cultivation, and now the triple realm of sword intent has reached a higher level, it is conceivable that its power is high, if you are lucky enough to learn it, you will become a leader in the next generation!

Wen Ziyu was really surprised: "Is what the master said true?"

"How can the master be a lie?" Han Renjun took out a splendid cloth scroll from his arms, opened it, and burned it in rows of golden characters, with a total of twenty-three sentences, and it was difficult to buy a word for a thousand dollars!

Wen Ziyu's eyes were straight, but before she took the scroll and didn't study two or three lines, she showed a trace of worry: "Master, your sword must have a profound meaning, I can read through these mantras but I can't understand a layer, it's difficult to understand and learn." ”

Han Renjun shook his head and smiled: "Ziyu, you don't know, this sword duel in the three realms no longer only refers to the independent sword, but also refers to the power of the combination of the two swords, the sword cultivation in the Yangmen is the two of you and me, if we practice the combined sword, when we reach the heart in the future, the combined force of the two swords will definitely be able to sweep away thousands of armies!"

Wen Ziyu was so simple-minded, hearing Han Renjun's temptation, she was so moved that her face flushed, and she hurriedly asked: "The master is a master of the death vein, and my strength has just reached the life vein, which is more than a little bit worse, isn't the master afraid of not matching with mine?"

Han Renjun said reasonably: "This is the reason why I value you, if you practice with me, you will definitely grow in cooperation-Ziyu, this is the biggest opportunity I grant you, even your senior brother I am reluctant to accompany him to teach martial arts." ”

Speaking of this, he carried a true qi in the palm of his hand, grabbed a withered branch on the ground in the air, carried one hand on his back, and held the withered branch in the other hand to compare with Wen Ziyu, gently pulled away the posture, and said indifferently: "Come, the sword intent of sword cultivation is attacked from the fighting, you have been under my door for so many years but have never sparred with you, today let the teacher try your foundation." ”

Since war was declared, Wen Ziyu was not a bloody person, she grinned, pulled out the three-foot Qingfeng next to the guqin, and said coldly: "Master, then I'm welcome!"

Han Renjun quenched his true qi on the branches, the branches were as hard as steel, he preemptively collided with Wen Ziyu Qingfeng, the toughness, strength, and skill were just right, he would stop when he should stop, and he would never score half a point when he should give in, his kind of fighting and fighting was not for studying sword moves at all, it was more like deliberately playing with Ziyu.

Wen Ziyu didn't know at all, he was able to attack a hundred moves with ease, the more he fought, the more energetic he became, and the more he fought, the more cheerful he became!

The authorities are fascinated, and now they only hate the shallow karma, and the bystanders are clear, when will the rivers and lakes see each other again?

Di Yunfeng stood behind the woods again as a bystander, he looked at the two people in the woods, although he tried his best to hide the loss in his heart, but the sadness was still exposed in his eyes as deep as the night sky.

It turned out that the sad piano note that Ziyu played earlier was for herself...... "That's fine, but I broke my promise again, Ziyu, I'm sorry." ”

He sighed, dropped the parchment of the "Qingfeng Sword Song" in his hand, brushed his sleeves, turned into a wisp of cold wind, rolled up a fallen leaf, and disappeared silently.

"Bang dang!"

The sword slipped from Wen Ziyu's hand, her body suddenly lost her strength, she couldn't hold the sword anymore, she looked at the place where Di Yunfeng disappeared, her heart was empty, and she couldn't help but spit out a salutation: "Brother Di, Brother Di......"

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