Nanshan is located at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, a bitter bamboo forest is vast and boundless, full of vitality, the climate under Kunlun Mountain is not suitable for the growth of bitter bamboo, but I don't know what the reason, the bitter bamboo here grows extraordinarily prosperous, competing to grow, building a piece of green for Kunlun Mountain, becoming a beautiful scenery under the snow-capped snow peak.

It is dusk, the bamboo forest is secluded, the sunset passes through the gap between the bamboo leaves, forms a dotted spot of light on the ground, occasionally a gust of breeze blows, the bamboo leaves rustle, pleasant to the ear, in it, accompanied by the unique fragrance of bitter bamboo, the body and mind can involuntarily relax, the fragrance refreshes people's hearts, and the mood is very happy.

At this time, the sound of the flute in the forest came, echoing in the depths of the bamboo forest, the flute sound is pleasant, such as the mountain flowing water, such as the breeze blowing on the face, strong and melodious, suddenly, the flute sound turns suddenly, the passion rises and falls, such as the war drum beating, thousands of troops and horses fight fiercely on the battlefield, incomparably spectacular, and then, the passion dissipates, into endless desolation, as if seeing the twilight of the hero, the soldier dies on the battlefield, the halberd sinks into the sand, the smoke rises everywhere, there are stumps and broken arms everywhere, the clouds are gloomy, and the scene of Shura hell in the world. The sound of the flute is melodious and tactful, and the listener's mood fluctuates, and before he knows it, his eyes have already wet with tears.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, the smoke rises, and a burst of rich aroma of rice comes, lingering in the bamboo forest, making people have a kind of salivating and appetite. As the fragrance is searched, I hear the sound of gurgling water, a small stream appears in front of me, the stream flows slowly, it is crystal clear, you can see a few small fish playing happily, there is a bamboo bridge made of bamboo above the stream, and after walking through the bamboo bridge, a clearing appears. In the open space, a bamboo building appeared in the eye, the bamboo building was simple but extraordinarily chic, and the fragrance of rice came from the bamboo building.

In the clearing, a few poultry are pacing lazily, very pleasant, a snow maple tree stands on the other side of the clearing, because it is early spring, the branches are blooming, the white and flawless petals, holy, exude a faint fragrance, accompanied by a gust of breeze, the petals fly with the wind, forming a shower of flower rain, gorgeous.

Under the snow maple tree, an old man is sitting on a stone bench, holding a bamboo flute in his hand, the bamboo flute comes out of the tactful and melodious flute sound, to the secluded bamboo forest, the old man is very old, there are only a few withered hairs on his head in the tenacious growth, like a withered face with deep eye sockets, the eyes reveal endless sadness, sitting there, the body is a little rickety, like a residual candle in the wind, there is a taste of twilight.

The white and flawless petals fell with the wind, and the old man let them fall on his body as if he were unaware. A yellow dog lay in front of the old man, looking up at the old man from time to time, and then lowered his head, fascinated by his eyes.

The wind blows the flowers, the flowers become rain, and the flowers rain all over the sky......

At the end of the song, the old man put down the bamboo flute in his hand, raised his head, looked at the falling flower rain in front of him, and his dry eyes were a little moist, "The flowers bloom and fall, there is still a time, although the turtle is long-lived, there is still an end of time, although the sunset is beautiful, it is ...... at dusk"

Although the voice is soft, it contains endless loneliness, and the charm of sadness lingers in the bamboo forest, making the secluded bamboo forest even more lonely.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" A young man walked out of the bamboo building, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a trace of immaturity on his face, the young man walked up to the old man and asked, his eyes full of worry.

"Yun Xiu, grandpa is fine, he just thought of some things from the past. The old man raised his hand and touched Yun Xiu's hair, his eyes leaking with deep indulgence.

"But grandpa, you cried, and I saw the tears in your eyes. Obviously, Yun Xiu would not believe the old man's words, and even there was some naivety on his face.

"Grandpa didn't cry, but the wind and sand blinded his eyes. The old man turned around as he spoke, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his dry palms, but he couldn't erase the sadness in his eyes.

Once the old man was also young, in his prime, a body of liver and gall, and countless heroes of the world competed, there was no trace of timidity, in that era left an endless prestige, but helpless, the years passed, leaving only the vicissitudes of life, the prestige is no longer, now the hero is twilight, some only sadness, it will not be long, after all, the dust will return to dust, turn into clouds, the old man's eyes are cloudy, dry tears, said: "The heart has a liver and gallbladder, only sigh the hero twilight,......"

The old man's words echoed in the bamboo forest, full of endless sadness, although Yun Xiu was young, he also understood the old man's mood at this time, the old man had never talked about his past, but Yun Xiu knew that the old man was a person with a story, Yun Xiu would not ask, since he could remember, Yun Xiu and the old man depended on each other, lived on the South Mountain, rarely left, the affection between the two was very deep, and the years were more than ten years, in addition to teaching Yun Xiu martial arts, the old man would sit there in a silent daze, blowing the sad flute, and lamenting inexplicably.

The old man's flute was full of sadness, but it made Yun Xiu see the old man's life, once ambitious and high-spirited, and now in the twilight of his life, it was full of endless bitterness and depression, which made Yun Xiu sad and regretful.

"Grandpa, you will definitely live longer than Nanshan and live longer in the world. Yun Xiu spoke, his eyes full of hope.

"Shou is better than Nanshan, long years in the world?hahaha......" Listening to Yun Xiu's words, the old man's face leaked a kind and bitter smile, "People live in the world, and eventually there will be death, just like flowers blooming and falling, no one can avoid it, Shou is better than Nanshan, and the longevity in the world is just vain and cannot be traced." ”

What the old man said is true, since ancient times, who can do not die? is as strong as the Emperor of Great Xia, amazing and gorgeous, created the Great Xia Dynasty, outstanding talent in martial arts, standing at the peak of martial arts, in the end it is not the end of death, the end of the dynasty, if you want to achieve longevity in the world, no one can do it, even the characters in myths and legends have not been able to do it, and living in the world for a long time is tantamount to a fool's dream.

Hundreds of years ago, Kyushu was a chaotic era full of sorrow, the princes were divided, the continuous war lasted for a long time, and the lives were devastated, reaching a point of dire misery, the clouds were gloomy, and the people were miserable.

At this time, a young man was born out of thin air, completely changed the situation, this person is the young Emperor of Great Xia, although the Emperor of Great Xia is young, a martial arts but the peak, invincible, invincible, leading the Chinese clan to conquer the east and west, recover the land, stop the war, just a few years, unify Kyushu, create the Great Xia Dynasty, create an incomparable feat, become a legend, known as the existence closest to God, such a character, but also disappeared in the long river of history, can not do longevity than Nanshan, long in the world, who can do it?

"But, grandpa, Yun Xiu is reluctant to let you die, Yun Xiu will always be by your side, serve you, and honor you. Yun Xiu opened his mouth and said, his eyes were sincere.

"Haha, grandpa can't bear you, and he has to watch Yun Xiu grow up. The old man smiled more and more kindly, stood up, patted Yun Xiu's shoulder, and walked towards the bamboo building, leaving only Yun Xiu's lonely and rickety back.

The bamboo forest is secluded, the bamboo leaves rustle, the cool moonlight is sprinkled down, the sky and the earth are vast, and the Nanshan Mountain looks even more depressed. Yun Xiu lost his mind for a while, looking at the old man's back, his nose was sour, and he had a feeling of wanting to cry, life is like a flower blooming and falling, can't it last long after all? Yun Xiu's eyes leaked confusion.

"Grandpa, Brother Yun Xiu, it's ...... dinner" A crisp voice came from the bamboo building, and a young girl walked out of the bamboo building.

The girl's name is Qingling, only thirteen or fourteen years old, but she is extremely tall, plain clothes, a waist-length hair woven into a twist shape hanging behind her, quite a bit of the taste of the girl next door, although the delicate face has not faded away from immaturity, but also began to show the posture, there is a budding charm, at first glance is a beauty blank, but the face has an abnormal paleness, as if the serious illness has just recovered, the body is still weak.

Qing Ling walked out of the bamboo building, walked to the old man's side, took the old man's arm, helped the old man to walk into the bamboo building, and didn't forget to turn back to Yun Xiu and said, "Brother Yun Xiu, hurry up, it's time to eat......"

"Got it......" Yun Xiu responded, came back to his senses, and walked towards the bamboo building.

Dinner is some game, but it is very rich, pheasant, bamboo shoots, some wild vegetables in early spring, and a jar of wine, wine is prepared for the old man, the old man's biggest hobby in life is wine, so the table can always see the figure of wine.

Qingling helped the old man sit down, the old man took the wine and poured himself a glass, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, the wine was fragrant, he took a sip, and said: "Good wine, good wine." ”