"Do you know that there is a legend near Shennongjia? According to legend, in Shennongjia, there is a stone pillar of a sacred stone, from the beginning of each year to July, the stone crack of the stone pillar often keeps sounding music, there are gongs, drums, suona sound, just like the symphony of national musical instruments. The three-headed toad snake god said mysteriously, "Actually, this music sound comes from the immortals. I guess it's the sound of love played by the Immortal to his lover. Of course, this is just my personal speculation, don't say it, otherwise Shangxian will be angry and I will be made into chicken stewed snake soup. ”

Chen Xinyan couldn't help but make up a man in a Confucian shirt in his mind, hiding under a rock, blowing suona in his mouth while shedding tears, beating the gong with his left hand and the drum with his right hand, busy and happy.

"Senior, it is said that powerful people can feel it when others mention him, you ......" Chen Xinyan pointed sharply to the center.

Three-headed toad snake: "......"

Have you not met a human for too long, and haven't chatted with people for too long? Why do you play so big as soon as you open your mouth today? The three-headed toad snake thinks that it can still be saved.

"What do you know?! Music is the sound of love of the immortals, music has no borders, since the music of the immortals expresses his heart, and I can hear his heart hidden in the music, then I am his bosom friend. Qu is high and low, and it is difficult to find a bosom friend, how can the immortal blame his bosom friend?" said the three-headed toad snake righteously.

After speaking, the three-headed toad snake looked at the sky with a weak heart.

Well, it's good, there is no lightning, no vision, and the immortals don't blame me.

Since life is worry-free, the three-headed toad snake didn't think much about whether the immortal was not to blame or was too lazy to blame, and continued to stagger: "Walk dozens of miles southeast from here, if you can find that stone pillar, you will have a chance to find the immortal." Of course, if the immortals can't come out to see you, I don't know. ”

After saying goodbye to the three-headed toad snake and the white python, Chen Xinyan and his party rushed to the southeast according to the instructions of the toad snake.

At this time, it was getting dusk, and Chen Xinshen estimated that after this trip to the stone pillar, it was almost time to return to Liu Ji'an, the glasses brother, in order to prepare for the night camping.

The four of them walked all the way for a short time, and soon saw strange rocks on a small hill. The strange rocks were disorganized, except for one stone standing in the middle of this pile of strange stones, far higher than the others, like a stone pillar. As the four of them got closer, there was music in their ears. Different from the national symphony that Chen Xinyan had heard before, the sound of this music came from the cracks in the stone, although it was composed of gongs, drums, and locks, but there was no noise of gongs and drums, nor the high-pitched and loud sound of suona, as if a lover was silently telling something, sad but not sad, but instead revealing a sense of desolation and vastness. But the strange thing is that this music, the song does not have the kind of lovesick love that the three-headed toad snake said.

"You're coming to me?"

With a gentle voice sounding, a scholar in a Confucian shirt stepped from the void. The scholar has white hair and white shirts, although he is plain white, it is difficult to hide his warm and jade-like temperament, which is the true deity of the ice sculpture in the ice cave. It's just that compared with the ice sculpture in the ice cave, the scholar's eyes in front of him are blank and empty, far less than the eyes of the ice sculpture in the cave.

The white-haired scholar looked at Chen Xinyan and the others with blank and empty eyes.

"Senior, we came to Shennongjia to experience, we were lucky enough to enter the ice cave to see the predecessor ice sculpture, and then met with the three-headed snake predecessor in the deep pool, through his guidance, specially came to find the senior. Ye Zhenzhen said respectfully.

"Have you ever been in an ice cave?" and do you know who that woman is?" the white-haired scholar's eyes suddenly condensed, staring at everyone and asking.

Under the gaze of the white-haired scholar, Chen Xinyan and the others were like a small boat sailing away when the storm came, swaying in the wind and rain, and the ship could capsize at any time.

"I don't know. Under this coercion, Chen Xinyan seemed to have stagnated even his thinking, so he had to answer honestly.

"Oh, you don't know. The white-haired scholar's eyes were blank and empty.

"Dare to ask the name of the senior?" Mu Songbai asked.

"Who am I? Why am I here? Is it to stay in my body, but to keep my heart? If I stay in my heart, what do I do to lock my brow?" The white-haired scholar fell into deep thought, his brows furrowed, and he didn't even know who he was.

The scholar thought about it, but ignored everyone, walked to the stone pillar, and raised his hand to pour a spiritual power into the stone pillar. The stone pillar, which was originally full of music, suddenly became much louder with the input of this spiritual power, and there seemed to be mournful music in the entire Shennongjia world.

"The white gull asked me to park a lonely boat, is it to stay, is it to stay? If the heart is stayed, what is the reason to lock the eyebrows? The wind beats the small curtain lamp and dances, the idle shadow, the cold, reminiscing about the old tour. The white-haired scholar sat lonely on the stone and sang slowly to the music, "Is the old tour and the old tour in the present? Dreams are also dreams, dreams are not dreamed, cold water is empty. Desert yellow clouds, soaked kapok fur. No one in the capital is worried like me, tonight snow, there are plum blossoms, like I am worried. ”

Chen Xinyan and the four of them looked at each other.

If the white-haired scholar has forgotten himself, how can he remember what he stayed for, why he sing? Sad but not sad, if he doesn't even know what he is mourning, how can he feel sad?

If you ask me if I'm happy, I'll say, I'm not happy.

The white-haired scholar stood by the stone pillar and sang poetry, two lines of tears were carried to every corner of Shennongjia by the wind with his singing, tears created life, and the song echoed in his heart. Chen Xinyan and the others watched the white-haired scholar's tears slip down from his empty and blank eyes, but they didn't think about the next mood at all. At this moment, it seemed that there was only this bleak scene between heaven and earth, the song fluttered in the air, and there seemed to be an ape crying in the distance. There was not a hint of blasphemy in his mind.

I was shocked that the lovesickness was not revealed, and it turned out that it was only because it was in the bones. I don't know what to do, and I go deep.

It's getting dark.

Silently waiting for the white-haired scholar to finish singing, Chen Xinshen and the four of them were about to retire, but the white-haired scholar left Chen Xinshen alone and said: "Although I can't remember many things, there are some things I still remember." If you have the skill to use the arrow, you need to know that this trick should be used in this way. ”

As soon as the white-haired scholar's voice fell, but he didn't see any movement, an arrow directly smashed a mountain on the edge of the deep water pool dozens of miles away, and the gods were angry and resentful, and the stone broke the sky, so frightened that the three-headed toad snake thought that the immortal had come to him to settle the account, and hurriedly begged for mercy with a handful of snot and tears.

The sad little arrow, the heart is broken, and the arrow sent by the end of the hope is used, with the power of no residence, the arrow of heaven and earth is sent, and the intention is to destroy people thousands of miles away.

"This arrow is for you, let's go. With that, the white-haired scholar waved his sleeve and sent out an arrow qi that drilled into Chen's ember dantian.

Chen Xinyan closed his eyes and silently perceived, with an absolute anger, absolute sadness, and absolutely unhappy meaning in the arrow qi, as long as he experienced this arrow qi, he would fall into this absolutely sad artistic conception.

Chen Xinyan opened his eyes, clenched his fists and bowed, but he was silent, and turned to catch up with Mu Songbai and the others.

Behind him, there are white-haired scholars singing in harmony, the wind brings his singing to every corner of Shennongjia, and there are tigers roaring and apes crying in the surrounding mountains and forests, desolate and mournful, as if singing in response to the sound.

The world is a great chaos, like a noise in the night.