In ancient times, there was a music saint Kuang, composed two songs of "Yang Chun" and "White Snow", "Yang Chun" takes the meaning of all things to know spring, and the wind is light; "White Snow" takes the awe-inspiring and clean, snow and bamboo sounds. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The "Yangchun White Snow" that Yueliyun once got was not actually the pipa song "Yangchun White Snow", but the guqin songs "Yangchun" and "White Snow". I think that there was a music score and I couldn't understand the style of the music at the beginning, but now I can already faintly feel the artistic conception in the song "White Snow", even Yue Chuyun can't help but feel some emotion in his heart.

The spring and white snow, the song is high and low, and such a song seems to be more and more lonely in such an uninhabited mountain forest and snow. Yuechuyun smiled, as if being able to play the piano was the happiest thing in the world, and the wine carpenter listened quietly, only waiting for the end of the song, then sighed faintly, and I don't know if it was because of the music or because of the person who played the piano.

The title of the song is "White Snow", but the wine carpenter did not hear the slightest feeling of cold during the flow of the piano body, and even gave birth to a trace of majestic internal force fluctuations around the moonrise clouds, and at the same time as the sound of the piano came out, the surrounding snow melted a little.

"With such internal strength, how many people in the land list can compare?" the wine carpenter asked himself when he saw this, but when he thought about it carefully, he only felt more and more that the young man in front of him was unfathomable.

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A clear voice came from in front of him, and the wine carpenter bent his bow and arrows, and the cold arrow pointed at the source of the sound for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, the wine carpenter put down the arrow in his hand again, and then smiled: "It was this little thing that didn't arrive first." ”

"Little thing?" Tsukizumo looked at the words, but saw a tree branch not far away, and a squirrel-like little guy with a pure white fur like snow was holding a small red fruit, and his eyes were looking in his direction. If it weren't for the red fruit he was holding was too bright, it would have been difficult for him to discover the existence of this snow-white little guy.

"Mr. Yue, it seems that you can't understand the sound of the piano as big as me, but there is also a bosom friend of yours here, and this ferret should be attracted by your piano sound. The wine carpenter laughed loudly, not afraid that his voice would scare away the ferret in front of him.

Hearing this, Yuezumo calmly looked towards the ferret, and immediately saw the whole picture of this little guy, where is the little guy in the mouth of the wine carpenter, the whole body is like a half-grown cat, and the tail is extremely long, even comparable to the whole body.

The ferret looked at the moonrise, but it didn't dodge, but just looked at the moonrise with its small smart eyes curiously, and the listening bamboo in his arms, which looked quite spiritual. Seeing this, Moonrise couldn't help but be curious, and waved his hand at the little ferret.

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There was another incomprehensible cry, and the ferret didn't know if it understood the meaning of the moon after seeing the movement of the moon rising clouds, and put the wild fruit in its arms firmly on the branch, and then turned into a white streamer and climbed down from the trunk.

The snow was extremely soft, but this ferret could actually treat the snow as nothing, and the agile figure crossed the snow wounds, and in a blink of an eye, it appeared not far in front of the moonrise, looking carefully.

The moon rises and clouds to see the new life love, but seeing the cautious appearance of the little ferret, when he was about to listen to Zhu Weiyu and put it behind him, he immediately took out the bamboo flute on his waist and put it in front of him.

Since you are attracted by the sound of the piano, why not try the sound of the flute?

The flute came slowly, but it was one of Yue Chuyun's favorite flutes, the title of which was "Weaver Girl's Heart". This is a somewhat sad song, and Yue Chuyun doesn't know why he suddenly picked this song, isn't there a trace of sadness in his heart that he has never discovered?

The little ferret finally quieted down, but the sound of the flute may still not be able to suppress its active character, so when the moon Izumo played the flute by himself, he jumped around even on the side. Yuezuyun said in his heart, this little thing really likes music, and the smile on his face suddenly became obvious.

After a while, perhaps the ferret saw that the moon rose to the clouds without any movement, and as if it understood the sound of the moon out of the clouds, it was not afraid that the two people in front of it would be unfavorable to it, and flew to the wheelchair armrest on the right hand side of the moon out of the clouds, and then the figure jumped on the shoulders of the moon out of the clouds without stopping, and curiously leaned out its little claws and landed on the strings of the listening bamboo.

"Wow......"

A faint sound came from the strings, subtle, but enough to upset Tsukizukumo's state of mind. Naturally, the sound of this flute could not be continued.

The little ferret was stunned, and even the wine carpenter on the side couldn't help laughing at the way he scared himself. Yue Izumo turned his head and said in a tone as if he was accusing: "Look, move the strings around, you can't even hear the sound of the flute now!"

But then Tsukizumo couldn't laugh, but the little ferret seemed to know that he had done something wrong, so he raised his head and rubbed it around the side of Tsukizukumo's face, and licked it lightly with his tongue from time to time. Yue Chuyun couldn't cry or laugh, but the wine carpenter on the side laughed very happily, and immediately sighed: "Mr. Yue's piano sound is too elegant, only suitable for lonely Fang to enjoy himself, I didn't expect this ferret to have a fate with Mr. Yue, and he can understand Mr. Yue's piano sound, the seventh is not as good, haha...... It's better to be seven!"

The wine carpenter's tone was a little teasing, and Yue Izumo naturally wouldn't let the wine carpenter laugh at him, and immediately turned back to the wine carpenter and said, "It's better to be a hammer." And the little ferret on his shoulder seemed to understand the thought of the moon, and turned to grin at the wine carpenter.

The wine carpenter suddenly felt that the whole person was not good, and laughed all the time, replaced by envy. You must know that although there are many ferrets in the forest behind this autumn name mountain, few people have seen such a small thing, and such a spiritual one in front of them has never been seen before. The wine carpenter has come here many times to hunt, and although he has seen ferrets, he has not taken their lives because he likes such little things, but none of them can be so close to him.

As a result, the wine carpenter became more and more curious about the moonrise, knowing that most of the spiritual creatures in this world can feel the breath of people. If you want them to take the initiative to approach, you must have an extremely natural and clear heart, otherwise they will hide far away. And the things in Yue Chuyun's heart obviously made him feel shocked, but the little ferret in front of him would take the initiative to approach him, such a difference suddenly made him incomprehensible.

And Yue Izumo obviously didn't see the wine carpenter's expression, but just caressed the back of the little ferret with his right hand, as if to say to himself: "Since you are named after snow, why don't I call you snow in the future?" After speaking, with a wave of his left hand, his palm shook the snow on the ground, and then his right hand picked up a little snow like a butterfly wearing flowers.

The wind was sluggish and the water was cold, and the wine carpenter behind him only felt that there was a boundless gloom around him, and then he saw that the snow in Yue Izumo's hand turned into a few thin ice chips, and spilled them out smoothly, as if it had turned into a little sword qi and went towards the withered grass around him.