The first time I heard the Guangling song, I didn't expect the song to end

As people came one after another, everyone gathered around the boxy circle, with majestic and murderous soldiers in control, the original noisy atmosphere was really "suppressed" by a sonorous and powerful "silence", the audience was surprisingly quiet, only the banners of the four corners of the prison were hunting.

The assassin sat on the beheading platform, a red-haired middle-aged man, with a very thick beard and big round eyes, staring at everyone present, wearing a red and faint robe that looked very dignified, and the killing momentum hidden under the robe seemed to be unusually ready to attack.

After a few breaths, the middle-aged man walked past the order table and sat down, and said in a deep voice: "These four people are the assassins who assassinated Lord Liang, and they came to assassinate them disguised as musicians, but unfortunately they were discovered by Lord Liang and took them and their comrades down. In a few moments, it will be three o'clock in the afternoon, and the execution will begin!"

Some of the four people in the center of the prison beheading platform protested loudly to the prison beheader, shouting in unison, crying, cursing, and mingling into one piece. The other man, dressed in ochre-colored prison clothes and with long hair scattered, sat on his knees on the execution ground, with a calm and unrelated expression, as if all the disturbances in front of him had nothing to do with him. He looked up at the sky, and the sun was shining. There was still half an hour left before three o'clock in the afternoon. He is dusty, chic for half his life, his life is about to come to an end, he has not succeeded in assassination several times and has no complaints, the only regret is that the qin song "Guangling San" created by himself is about to be lost in his hands. And he will never have a best friend who will meet with a glass of wine in the future, and he can only drink the soup made by Meng Po when he arrives at Huangquan. I want to be here, I am even more sad and hateful, looking around, it seems that I intentionally or unintentionally saw Bai Qi here, paused, seemed to have something in mind, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, but unfortunately this action was covered in the messy emanation, and no one could see it.

"Lord Soul, I beg you to let me play one more song, dying man, no more regrets, I hope you can understand my prodigal vulgar man!" shouted the man in the scarlet prison robe, who had been dejected.

Hearing this shout, some people scoffed and talked about it.

"Hehe, the dying man, are you still in the mood to play a tune?"

"Is it a swan song... Guanglingsan?"

"Alas. It's a pity that such a good person, so talented, actually made an assassination. ”

"Silence!"

The warden shouted, and the scene fell silent again. Then he said: "I heard Mr. Yin's composition "Guangling San", the charm is subdued, and the tone is resentful and sad, like the voice of ghosts and gods. When the bullet sounds, Yong Yong is faceless and his words are clear. And its melancholy generosity, but also faintly booming, wind and rain pavilions, all dressed in splendor, the momentum of the spear vertical and horizontal, so that many people listen to the song for the first time, and some people are after understanding, but it is the person in the song. It's very mysterious. The prison officer paused again and asked, "Yin, if you don't teach me this song, I will ask Lord Liang to intercede and grant you immortality." ”

"Hehe, the soul bird doesn't need to be like this, this song is only for people who are destined, you have nothing to do with this song, if you want to go, it will also be wiped out with your hands. Yin said as if he was nothing, but it was like mocking the soul sparrow for not understanding the rhythm and ruining his composition.

When the soul bird heard this, his face immediately pulled down, and he snorted coldly in displeasure: "Although I don't know how to play the music and rhythm, but I know how to cherish Kuibao, it is rumored that this thing is passed down by a powerful person, I don't know why I am with you, since you seem to be playing a song Guangling to stop, so it's good, it's not in vain that I wronged you for your talent." After that, he ordered his subordinates to loosen the shackles of Yin and fulfill their wishes.

Yin got rid of the weight of the shackles, rubbed his wrists, and exhaled softly. The palm of his hand was reversed, and suddenly the silver light shone brightly, and the people around him suddenly exclaimed, thinking that the dying person wanted to make a final struggle. And the soul sparrow, which was only a few steps away from Yin, only squinted his eyes slightly, and signaled his subordinates to panic.

The soul sparrow said tastelessly: "I said, Lord Liang."

Thinking about how to find this Guangling Qin, I thought that where you were hiding, it turned out to be a void thing, a vessel that drips blood to recognize the Lord. Sure enough, it's a good baby. ”

Yin didn't explain anything, just said lightly: "Perhaps, his other master appeared." It seems that this sentence is just to say to himself, and his eyes can't help but think about Bai Qi and look at it here, just like this, the angle of the afterglow seems to be a lot. Bai Qi was stunned, he was some distance away from the venue, but when he heard the people around him say "Guangling San", he also inadvertently recalled that the qin music of his own world was also called "Guangling San", could it be that the people of his own world would travel here? Bai Qi was puzzled. turned his head to look at Kun beside him, but found that his shadow had long since disappeared.

In the field, the sound of the piano sounded, and between the seven vertigo fingers that were tortured and tossed in which prison, they rose and fell, and their emotions rose and fell, suddenly tactful, and suddenly majestic. The change of voice is so strong that the listeners around them feel the ice and charcoal in their hearts, ascending to heaven and falling to the earth. The sonorous strength of the yin, and today's qin music, all the people present touched their hearts, everyone's thoughts in the fluctuation of the strings, the one by one, slowly played, carefully examined, such as a piece of luck brush and ink, the strings do not know the song;

For example, on the mountain road after the rainy day, you can't see through the slightest pastime in its beauty and quiet, the peace and depth in the tranquility, the ups and downs of rhythm and rhyme, just like, "a few belts, a few thorns, rows of late autumn wild geese fly south, listen secretly, don't say a few more, after the chaos, suddenly become Xuanang, like the warrior who sees death as home to go to the enemy field."

The floating clouds and willow catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are wide and far-reaching. There are hundreds of birds chirping, but the phoenix does not live in the sycamore.

As the recital gradually came to an end, the eyes of everyone present revealed their truest thoughts in their hearts. It wasn't until everyone slowly recovered that they realized how much their expressions were exposed later.

Bai Qi also listened to it intentionally or unintentionally, but he wanted to look for Kun eagerly, on the first day he came to this world, he was finally lucky to meet someone he could know, and then disappeared so suddenly, in this short period of time, ups and downs, no matter how strong his heart is, he will be driven crazy by a little bit.

Bai Qi squeezed his head through the surrounding crowd and broke everyone's body, shouting, "Grandpa Kun, where are you?"

No one paid attention to his shouts, just looked at him in a strange costume, full of strange eyes.

"Child, are you willing to be the successor of Guanglingsan?" Suddenly a strange voice came, Bai Qi turned his head, looked around, and did not communicate with him except for some people looking at him with special eyes.

"Kun, this child may be the person we are looking for, my life is not long, Liang Sui poisoned me, and he has already attacked his heart, I hope to pass this on and not lose it in my hands. This voice surrounded Bai Qi's mind, and when Bai Qi heard Grandpa Kun's name, his heart suddenly calmed down.

"Yin, I will avenge you, Liang Sui is ruthless and vicious, killed my son, his wife also disappeared in his pursuit, and his younger brother and sister are also in his hands and want to blackmail you, asking for Guanglingqin, I didn't expect my younger brother and sister to be loyal and die with hatred. If this revenge is not avenged, how can the dead be open? As for this child, I think he ...... It's weird, and it's not easy. Kun's hoarse voice became deep and cold. The conversation between the two was transmitted by heart, and all that was present was still immersed in the original sound of the piano.

"Kun, you and I are a close friend, I hope that people will last a long time, we will never have the days of wine and joy in the mountains and rivers in the future, I hope that in the days to come, when I sacrifice the day, bring me a few pots of wine, and I am also satisfied in that yellow spring. As for it, I'll leave it to you. "Yin, who was sitting cross-legged on the decapitation platform, suddenly shone all over his body, and for the sudden light, everyone except Kun and Soul Sparrow were blind. There was a silver light mixed with the sun's rays, and it suddenly shot straight into Bai Qi's body. "Snorting", for the sudden strength, Bai Qi was shocked and spit out a mouthful of black blood, fainted, and at the same time, a figure picked up Bai Qi and disappeared in place in an instant.

And the yin on the stage, in the feast-like light, turned into stars, and disappeared little by little with the sound of the piano played before.

The soul finch standing on the stage didn't do anything because of this, because he knew that as long as Yin used the true yuan qi, it would be highly poisonous and attack the heart and die violently. This trick is ruthless, without dragging mud and water at all, and the corners of the mouth are raised.

The one who left with Bai Qi was Kun himself. He wanted to save Yin's life, but he knew that Yin was poisoned by Liang Sui, and Yin dissuaded him from doing useless struggles. However, these things that were originally within easy reach, Kun watched the yin body disappear. His best friend said that it was gone, and he was even more heartbroken in addition to being annoyed. People who have lived for so long can't help choking up, tears flowing down the precipitation gullies of the years, helpless, sad and angry, intertwined, and wrapped.

Wiping away his tears, he took a sip of wine, slowly turned his face away, and looked sideways at Bai Qi lying on the grass beside him.

and he recognized his grandson, meeting is fate, Yin told him before he died that this person in front of him was different, and he did not hesitate to pass Guangling Qin to Bai Qi, presumably with Yin's mind and the words in it, this thing may be able to unravel those things.

Kun is also thoughtful, since it is unknown in the future, it is better to learn Yin, gamble, win, everything is worth it, as for losing, hum, you can't lose. All the bets were placed on him.

Looking at Bai Qi's immature face, Kun's eyes softened. I have been fighting for nearly my life, I have lost a lot, and in front of me, I don't want it to happen again like Yin.

Looking up at the sky, it was blue, with a few clouds hanging, like the strings. I can't help but think of the music played by Yin under the gazebo when I was drinking and talking.

The first time I heard the Guangling song, I didn't expect the song to end. The way of death is dissolved in this world, often interpreted, and people will occasionally think of the discussion after tea and dinner, but they don't know what the song is about.

(The previous plot is going to spread out a seat.,I hope you support it.,(I have the shamelessness to cheat the ticket.,Thank you!))