By the waterfall, in the long pavilion, the piano sits there early tomorrow morning and strokes the piano, the sound of the piano surrounds the beam, the stream is endless, and the mountains and rivers come and go, all dyed with a miserable sound, a sad color.

In an instant, I thought that the young man in Tsing Yi was fluttering, with long hair and slim body, carrying a long piano on his back and walking this way, and there was a person next to him, it was really Gu Ming.

Mo Lingfan thought back to the past while walking, and now every step is a heavy return, and he is leaving, just like when he came, his steps seem to have never changed, so unhurried.

Last night, when he opened the door, he saw two big men hiding outside his house and eavesdropping, but he still pretended to be serious and walked away, Mo Lingfan smiled, I am not reluctant!

"Ahem, since you're leaving, let's play a song for the teacher at the end!" Gu Ming said in a sudden change of tone today.

Qin Ming also stopped, got up slowly, and motioned for Mo Lingfan to play.

After Mo Lingfan saluted Gu Ming, he walked to the pavilion, did it, put his hand on the guqin lightly, and said: "In the past, Fan came to be lonely and weak. Whoever goes today, learns to be rich in five cars, and has more than enough self-preservation. In the future, if you are outside, you will not forget the Church of the Teacher. ”

Gu Ming smiled softly, looking at his glasses, the red influence of the blood mark soul was also much dimmer, it was not as obvious as before, and it looked no different from ordinary people.

The blue light beats between the fingers of Mo Lingfan, and the rhythm of the strings comes suddenly, resounding throughout the mountains, and the music is full of the urgency of the recovery of all things, the indifference of the extension of living beings, the blooming of a hundred flowers, and the song of a hundred birds.

In Minggu Mountain, it is lively, the flowers and plants dance with the qin moon, as if the dance of parting, the posture of Qianqian, the swing is not stopped, and the fragrance is also diffused.

The smile on Gu Ming's face was even stronger, and Qin Ming also said with an intoxicated face, "This piano sound is light and natural, very unrestrained and heroic, it is not a child's song, young!"

"Looks like we need to go out for a walk!" Gu Ming replied.

The mountain streams and springs, the cliffs and dangerous flowers, the white dew in the fields, and the rain ducks on the water all have a light and natural atmosphere until this rhythm stops.

Mo Lingfan raised his hand lightly and left the qin, the sound still did not stop, wandering in the air, undulating.

In fact, Gu Ming has been watching him, observing, and thinking to himself, "It seems that the "Blue Spirit Fingering" has learned well. However, he still returned to his indifferent appearance, and said calmly and without waves: "It's not bad." ”

Hearing Gu Ming's words, Mo Lingfan walked down the long pavilion, walked in front of Gu Ming, rolled up his pants, knelt in front of Gu Ming, and said: "Today's farewell, it is three years, the master's teachings to the apprentices over the years, if there is nothing to repay, please give the apprentices a bow!"

For a moment, Gu Ming felt that all the efforts he had made before were worth it, looking at the personable young man in front of him, Gu Ming's glasses flashed a glimmer of light, he turned around and said: "In the future, don't say that you are my apprentice, so as not to be jealous and make a big move." ”

"Disciple understands!" said Mo Lingfan. "Take care of yourself!"

Gu Ming had already left, leaving a sound in the sky.

Mo Lingfan finally shed tears when he heard the last sentence, Qin Ming walked up to him, Qin Ming, who usually talked a lot, didn't say a word, patted him on the shoulder, and went back.

Mo Lingfan kept kneeling in place, and waited until they were all gone, then he slowly got up, took care of his clothes and hair, and went on the road.

Out of Minggu Mountain, it is the foot of Yuezong Mountain, the more you go out, the more plains it is, a full day has passed, and Mo Lingfan has completely left. I can't even see Minggu Mountain anymore.

On the main road that Mo Lingfan walked, there were also pedestrians coming out from time to time, and he asked passers-by about the location of Yuxing City, because he remembered that when he was arrested, Tang Baichuan was going to Yuxing City to perform opera.

"It's just that it's been two years, and I probably can't find it!" Mo Lingfan thought, but he didn't want to finish what Gu Ming said right away, but wanted to wander around this world more. After staying in Minggu Mountain for a long time, I am tired of seeing the fairyland there, and now I suddenly see the usual scenery, and I feel very comfortable and real.

After walking for a while, Mo Lingfan saw a stone bridge stacked in front of him, an ancient sword hanging under the bridge, and a stone tablet stood at this end of the bridge, Slaying the Dragon Bridge!