No matter where it is, it seems to be as beautiful as a painting. Outside this seemingly remote courtyard is a beautiful flower field, with a stream flowing through the flowers, taking away a few leaves of fallen flowers. There is a bright moon, and the bright moonlight covers the entire night sky like a thin veil, which is very cool.

Although I don't want to waste a good moment, I have a thousand catties of troubles in my heart, which makes Jiufang Xi breathless.

The old butler of the phoenix suddenly spoke to him, and the words deliberately asked about the green liquid, and the last sentence was more like something in the words, which made him even more depressed, as if there was a nameless fire burning in his heart, and he didn't know where this anger came from.

"It seems that I am very easily irritable and irritable these days, but I still have to concentrate and calm down, and don't let the unknown liquid control me. Muttering, Jiufang Xi took a deep breath and sniffed the fragrance of flowers to calm himself down.

Walking leisurely, Jiufang Xi walked to a bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest is boundless, planted with two hills. There are bluestone-paved paths in the forest that wind their way to the depths.

At this time, it is around the summer solstice, and the bamboo forest wafts out a touch of bamboo fragrance in the sunset, which is refreshing. There is a wind, and the bamboo leaves are Xiao Xiao and Ming, as if composing a natural movement.

Jiufang Xi stepped on the bluestone path, listening to the whispers of perching birds in his ears, and his heart seemed to have put down something.

Halfway through, there is the sound of the piano from the depths leisurely, not in a hurry, step by step, no joy and anger, no sorrow, only the pure sound of the piano, lingering in the bamboo forest, accompanied by the sound of the wind, bamboo, birdsong, like intoxicated.

His steps gradually became brisk, and he looked for the source of the piano sound.

In the center of the bamboo forest, a pavilion, the light yarn is flying, the bead curtain is crisp, and faintly, there is a graceful figure, which is extremely elegant.

Jiufang Xi sat cross-legged in front of the pavilion, quietly listening to the sound of the piano, the sound of the piano entered the heart, the sound was powerful, and it washed away the fatigue and filth.

He had never been so calm.

The sound of the piano is constant, but it is not verbose, but beautiful and refined. Before I knew it, it was midnight in the middle of the moon.

The piano player keeps the sound of the piano, and the listener goes deep into the dreamland.

The dream is peaceful, with birds singing and flowers, and mountain scenery. My father was setting up a cauldron in the yard and simmering a pot of steaming mutton soup. Fang Ping was chopping wood, and Fang Yuan wrapped dumplings with mutton filling. Such a scene was so gentle and sweet, he seemed to be able to smell the smell of mutton soup in his dream.

It's just that somehow, his father smiled at him and disappeared, Fang Ping couldn't find it for a long time, panting, and Fang Yuan squatted on the ground wiping his tears, so pitiful.

"Father!"

The heart was anxious, the sound of the piano was even more urgent, and the dream was shocked, and Jiufang Xi suddenly woke up.

He was shocked to find himself lying on the ground, sweating profusely.

got up and wiped away the sweat, looked up and saw that it was already the moon wheel traveling west, and there were doubts in my heart.

"It's past midnight, why is there no illness today? Could it be the sound of the piano?"

At this time, as the last note falls, the sound of the piano stops, and only the aftermath lingers.

The light yarn hunted in the wind, and the beaded curtain swayed, striking another kind of music. The lone lamp in the pavilion is lit, outlining a long figure.

Strange under his feet, a palm-sized animal struggled to climb into his shoes, the amber tortoiseshell was crystal clear, the black leopard-like lines were like dripping ink, and the four small paws were pulling the ground, climbing up step by step.

"Childe is really human!"

The people in the pavilion opened the bead curtain and showed a peerless figure......

"The green shirt is dressed in the moon, and the silver hair is plain and snowy. Under the idle bamboo forest, the son is unparalleled. ”

Person......

Jiufang Xi can't describe such a person. He was born beautiful, with silver hair and a high crown, red lips and eyebrows, scattered and divine eyes, and a rainbow between his eyebrows, which was not stained with the light of the world. His plain clothes are refreshing, and when the wind rises, thousands of layers of incense are raised. He has a luxurious posture, embroidered with silver thread and moon white, and pearl and jade adorned with yarn blue. In his hand, he had a warm white jade fan, so warm that there was a colored stone embedded in the tail of the fan, and the tassel was like a young aunt's skirt swaying in the wind...... He is the most beautiful man that Jiufang Xi can imagine, more free and easy than women, and more gentle than men.

He is more beautiful than Shen Yanrong, and Jiufang Xi feels that no one will surpass him again. Even he had to admit that Shao Ai couldn't compare to him.

I was stunned for a while, and until this person stood in front of him, there was no sign of soberness.

He folded the white jade fan, his right hand collapsed, and the tortoiseshell under his feet was held up by a ball of soft light, and his small eyes looked at the man in front of him, and his head shrunk.

"Greed will make people lose their reserve, and it will cost you your life, so let's go back obediently. ”

His voice was clear and holy, like the singing voice of the Nine Heavens Xuannu, which made people's minds clear.

"Childe can sleep soundly this night?"

He put the tortoiseshell back on the ground, and the tortoiseshell probed to look, still crawling towards Jiufang Xi, and the little paws were not slow to wave, but they refused to leave.

Jiufang Xi came back to his senses and saluted in a panic: "The seniors forgive their sins, and the juniors came uninvited, disturbing the seniors Yaxing." ”

"Hmm...... It's been a long time since anyone has been here, and I'm glad to see you. He shook the white jade fan, ignored the tortoiseshell, and invited Jiufang Xi in.

On the stone table, there is a piano, a tea and an incense burner, the ash of the incense burner has been exhausted, but the famous tea has been warm, the remaining smoke is curling, the aroma is overflowing, such as the empty valley orchid, extremely elegant.

"This tea is called Aofeng Yuanlan, a thousand years of snow Aofeng gives birth to a tea seedling, an inch a year, a hundred years into a seedling, a thousand years into a tree, it is not rare, your irritable body is suitable for this tea. He picked up a white jade cup, the jade cup was tossing and turning at his fingertips, and the tea soup was bright.

"Thank you, seniors. Jiufang thanked him, took the jade cup with both hands, the tea soup was fragrant under the nose, took a sip lightly, the tea soup was hot, but it was cold in the throat, as if washing away the glitz of the world, leaving a clear mind.

"Good tea!" Jiufang Xi couldn't help but admire.

"Seniors said that no one has been here for a long time?" asked Jiufang Xi Xing. The tortoiseshell at his feet refused to leave for a moment, lying on his upper and sleeping peacefully, and he didn't pay attention to it, he always cherished these little lives.

"Yes, there is...... Twenty years......" He thought for a moment, and slowly lay down, leaning back on the couch.

There is a fox fur on the couch, and I am not afraid of being more exposed.

"Twenty years!" Jiufang Xi was slightly stunned in his heart, twenty years ago was when the Yunxing Palace was established, that is to say, was this person who came in at that time?

"Come, tell me your story, I haven't talked to anyone for a long time, but I don't know where to start. He was very interested, and said with a light smile.

"Yes. Jiufang Xi nodded slightly, thought about it, and then said: "The younger generation is called Jiufang Xi, a person from Leling." I was studying at Leling Private School, but a few days ago, there was a major accident, my body was highly poisoned, and my relatives disappeared, so I had to leave my hometown and come to Yunxing Palace, but I hope that I can hope to find my relatives. ”

"It's easy to say, but it must be very difficult......" He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was still awake.

"What the predecessors said is that it is difficult and not ordinary. Jiufang Xi was deeply touched, and his heart couldn't help but be a little desolate.

"Drinking tea, life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, there is always joy worthy of nostalgia. He shook his fan and gestured to the teacup.

Jiufang Xi thought of the strange events of tonight, and couldn't help but say: "It's presumptuous, the younger generation can hear the extraordinary sound of the predecessor's piano, as if it can soothe the mind?"

"Childe is a bosom friend!" he smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he was peerless for a while. "The name of my piano is Xiwei, and the tune "Xiwei Twelve Yi" is a gift from the deceased. Now, the deceased can only meet in dreams......"

"I'm sorry. ”

"It's all right, do you want to learn the rhythm of the harp? I can teach you. He looked at Jiufang Xi and said.

"Don't hide it from my predecessors, the sound of the piano of my predecessors seems to be able to soothe the toxins in my body, so I have a good night's sleep. If the seniors can teach me this rhythm, the younger generations will be grateful. Jiufang Xi bowed solemnly.

"Oh?" he was slightly surprised, and then smiled: "If you sow good causes, you will get good results." It is also necessary to teach you the rhythm of the piano. ”

"Disciple Jiufang Xi, meet the master!" Jiufang Xi did not hesitate at all. Although he didn't know who was in front of him, he was already impressed by him when he saw him for the first time. He is a man who believes in fate, and he believes that this is fate.

Nine knocks into the ceremony.

"Wow...... I'm just bored, so I want to teach you, your voice is really a lot of pressure on me!"

Having said that, Jiufang Xi saw that he was smiling even more, and his gentle and kind eyebrows made him feel very warm.

"I don't know the name of the master?"

"My name...... I've long forgotten it...... But my friend likes to call me...... Toad Crisp ......"

He closed his eyes, there seemed to be sorrow between his eyebrows, thin as smoke, but tangled like silk, his slender eyelashes trembled like wings, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The night is cooler.

The palace lights are even more dim.

The deep night sky hides the stars, hides the bright moon, and lightly sprinkles a light rain, sticky, lingering, and constantly cutting, which is full of sadness.

Jiufang Xi was a little moved, if it weren't for the love and righteousness, the friend of life and death, how could the master forget everything, even forget his original name, but he clearly remembered "Xiwei Twelve Yi", remembered the name he called him? He was silent, for fear of breaking the peace of this moment.

"Really...... It's been a long time since I've remembered Yi so clearly, and I can't think of my life, and I still can't let go of Yi ......"

The corners of his mouth are raised more and more, and the smile implicates the memories of the past, as if he has returned to those days, to the best times.

As if after a long time, Toad Crisp woke up like a dream, smiling to himself, and he asked, "Is there a piano?"

Jiufang Xi shook his head: "No, it's in a hurry." ”

"It doesn't matter. With a wave of his big sleeves, a seven-string guqin was displayed in front.

The incense is rekindled, and the green smoke rises, and the fragrance that is still there replaces the original tea fragrance.

"How about playing a song?" said Toad.

"Okay, please advise!"

Pressing the strings with his hand, Jiufang Xi knew that this was a good piano.

He was not good at martial arts since he was a child, so he naturally studied more in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and because his memory was excellent, he was easy to understand. Qin Cha is also his favorite, but this time is entangled by all things, and there is no such leisure and elegance, but it is just right at this time.

The sound of the piano came out, melodious and beautiful, slowly fluttering away, lingering in the sky above the bamboo forest, but it was never allowed to go out of the bamboo forest, as if there was an invisible boundary.

The tortoiseshell on her feet opened her eyes, as if they were bigger.