The rain of the small building to stop the rain, like a thread, the north prime minister looks at it, and it is the deep mist of Sucangpu. People are independent, before the apricot blossoms are slightly wet, the green mountains are silent, and the wave of empty water is boundless.

The wind is light and the night is cold, and the lake that you see together, the snow leaning lake is the most unreachable. It hangs lonely in the snowy region, isolated from the human world, so it is also far away from all the hustle and bustle of the world, the dream-like dream of the snow leaning lake, the quiet solitude of the snow leaning lake, because of the fox Xiaomei, but also because of the Linghu Xiongshan that has never met, the snow leaning lake will always haunt the fascinating feelings, although it is only a sweep away, the hurry of going, the haste of leaving, the imprint in the heart of the young man, but the most profound.

Water Lily Lake is intimate and lonely. Its location, at the edge of the world, take a step back, the snow leans in the direction of the lake, one step forward, that is, the world is thousands of weather. Looking out from the Water Lily Lake, within the field of vision, outside the line of sight, is a vast and unknown world, and retracting the gaze is the budding heart.

On the shore of Huhe Lake, Li Piaoling warmed Mo Wenqing, who was about to leave the country, why not also warm the lonely boy and Han'er? The temperature of the world, the heart and soul warming each other, is the most infectious scene in the red dust, and it is also the wind and light night and the cold child's experience of the world, the most need to experience.

Each lake has a secret emotion, just like everyone's heart. So, what about the Sucangpu in front of you and the West Lake you visited?

The wind is light and the night turns back, the night fireflies seem to be smiling, and the bamboo house behind him is brand new.

"When I ask spring, how to replace a pool of clear water with a thousand red and purple. Night Firefly approached the wind and asked, "Brother Night is feeling nostalgic?"

The wind is light and smiles at night.

Ye Yingzhao smiled: "This is full of smoke and rain, which makes people unable to see the road ahead, just as I can't see the night brother clearly, and the night brother can't see me clearly." But one thing I know is that the Night Brothers cultivate the way of the sword. ”

"Oh, how does Brother Night know?" the young man was interested.

"Without it. The posture of the back of the night brothers just now is like a sword style. Night Hotaru said: "The famous kendo of the Izumo Continent, Hotaru is slightly involved, I don't know what kind of kendo the night brothers cultivate?"

"Guard. Feng Qingye said: "Protect what you have in your heart." ”

Night Firefly shines in his mind, flashing all kinds of swordsmanship in the world, and there is no way to "protect the way of the sword". The swordsman, with it to guard, the saying is novel, contrary to the idea of swordsmanship, husband and son, leaning on the long sword, stepping on the cloud road, cutting dangers, the heart of the swordsman, has always been passionate and sharp, and cultivating the sword for protection is also considered swordsmanship?

"Haha, there is such a sword way, and Hotaru is lonely and unheard. Ye Yingzhao continued: "Uncle Qiu greeted the guests, and it was inevitable to fight wine and discuss swords. ”

"I would like to make a heart with a sword. "The wind is light and the night responds.

The night fireflies looked at the sky and the smoke and rain, and said in a deep voice: "So what I want, I really don't hide it, what I look forward to, is more a wisp of piano sound." ”

At this point, the wind and light night are confirmed, and the guests of the rain stop building will be purple heart and Ran Lao. Approaching each other, he and Han'er and Mo interrogated, in order to find the purple heart, full of excitement and expectations, and never thought about whether the purple heart was willing or not. Is the joy at the foot of Yuntai Mountain still the same as before, in a place thousands of mountains and rivers away? Why did you come here, is it a piano or something else?

The boy was confused.

The small rain stop building on the halfway of the mountain is full of bamboo. The piano platform is placed in the center, and Mo asks for love to accompany Han'er, where he caresses the guiqin. Zhong Congyong, Luo Kemeng, Gu Jingtan, Xun Yueqing are scattered, their demeanor is respectful, since last night, the words of the four of them together have not exceeded five sentences, and this alone shows the status of Ye Yingzhao among the junior brothers and sisters. The mountains in this area, the forest is lush and there is little bamboo, and the bamboo materials used for construction should be specially carried by Yingyingzhao and others, in order to welcome the purple heart and the old man, they can be described as attentive.

The spring rain is charming, and the transplanted flowers and plants are densely packed with small buildings to stop the rain, making the most of nature. The rich green shade covers the small building that stops the rain, and it is like a hidden eye, paying attention to the coming and going of the smoke and rain, paying attention to the presence or absence of the mountains, and paying attention to the delivery of Sucangpu.

Han'er plucked the strings disorderly, and the sound of tinkling and murmuring seeped into the continuous spring rain, another feeling of ease.

"I don't know how to play the strings, and I play all the strange songs in the world. Ye Yingzhao praised: "You little fox, so smart." ”

"Han'er Fuqin is taught by Zixin. Feng Qingye said.

Ye Yingzhao froze for a moment, quickly disappeared, and said with a smile: "I can win her favor, and Yingzhao is envious." Brother Night, your name is very intimate. ”

Feng Qingye was stunned, the name of "Purple Heart", she leaked out of her mouth, thinking of that moment, the girl's delicate and pure, Feng Qingye couldn't help but have a smile.

"Haha, but the smoke and water in front of you make you think where the beautiful woman is?" asked Ye Yingzhao bluntly.

"Me and Purple Heart, not the kind of relationship that Brother Night thought. ”

Ye Yingzhao smiled generously and no longer teased the boy.

The water vapor evaporates from the forest of the Gao Mountain, like smoke but not smoke. After the rain, the air is intoxicating, the grass is darker, the trees are greener, and the brilliant wildflowers are more beautiful and peaceful. In the world of the beginning of the sun, everything around us, the real can no longer be real, it is precisely this kind of reality, but it makes its own sense of existence, with a certain illusory texture.

On the shore of Cangpu, Zixin stopped, turned around, and asked, "Old Ran, I don't want to go, besides, I don't know them." ”

Elder Ran looked at the middle-aged people around him and said, "Elder Qiu, since Miss doesn't want to, let's go back to Xizi Lake directly, anyway, you will lead them to Bamboo Valley." ”

Middle-aged people have a good temperament, and the bamboo is loose and thin. In his appearance, there is an unclear and indescribable sense of resonance, even if there are some traces of the years carving, it seems to set off his handsomeness back then. "Elder Qiu" said: "Li Xi is on this trip, hoping to persuade Jian to respect and return to the hidden Cangshan. Don't hide it from Xiao Ran, the sword is respected, and the inheritance of the saint's first vein also returns to Yincang Mountain, and over time, the grand occasion of the three veins will be restored again. A peek into Zhongzhou, the Eastern Regions, the hegemony of this sect, is no longer the bad of those old things. ”

Elder Ran said: "How can the sword servant know this? I only serve the young lady and the master. Whether to go back to Yincang Mountain or not, the young lady and the master decided. ”

"Haha, Ran Wuqiu, Ran Wuqiu, I don't know you. Qiu Lixi laughed and said, "How can you still have the spirit you once had? The humiliation of the sword suffered by Yincang Mountain has scraped off your arrogance?"

Elder Ran, whose real name is Ran Wuqiu, shook his head and said, "The servant is not in charge, Elder Qiu's agitation method is useless." ”

Qiu Lixi smiled: "You, still have a tendon to the end." Don't worry, Li Xi is completely sure to persuade Jian Zun to return. So lead those boys, first meet with the holy woman, and get acquainted with each other. The future of Yincang Mountain, after all, belongs to their next generation. ”

"I'm not the saint you said, the master never said it. Zixin said seriously: "Where is the Hidden Cang Mountain?"

"There is everywhere in the world. Qiu Lixi said angrily: "If you go back to Yincang Mountain, then, Yincang Mountain is yours." ”

"Hehe, Senior Qiu said inexplicable things. Zixin said: "What is the use of wanting the invisible and untouchable Yincang Mountain? My home, in Zhugu, my family, only the master and Ran Lao. ”

After that, Zixin playfully said to Ran Wuqiu, "Isn't it?"

Ran Wu replied: "Exactly." Elder Qiu, that's it, let's say goodbye for the time being. ”

"Good. In the near future, I went to Bamboo Valley, and those boys were inherited by the sword path of Yincang Mountain, and they had the opportunity to meet with the saint. Qiu Lixi said: "It's a pity that I prepared wine and a style of swordsmanship, and I want to entertain with you." Haha, it's a long time coming, I've sent it to the foot of the Gao Mountain. Wine, bamboo valley drink again, sword law shows sword respect, and the three of us will talk about it again. ”

The purple heart tiptoed, stepping on the wet grass to move forward, like the slender feet of white jade, just like the light white sail, riding the tide of spring, gradually moving away, ethereal this piece of lake smoke and mountain scenery.

Qiu Lixi and Ran Wuqiu followed quietly.

Ran Wuqiu whispered: "Such a girl has never been contaminated by the world, just like ...... Just like the mother of the year. How could Elder Qiu bear her to go to Yincang Mountain and live in such turbidity and strife? Seeing the master, you'd better not suggest this. ”

"Do you think that the current Hidden Cangshan Mountain is the same as before? The saint is inherited, and the hidden mountain cannot be lost. Besides, doesn't she grow up? Living in Zhugu with you and Jianzun, escaping from the world, you two can, because you have seen through the world and seen through the world. But what about her? Xiao Ran, that stop the rain Xiaozhu, I have another intention, you understand. ”

"I'm a sword slave, Miss's way, I can't be the master. The master will not make decisions for her, let alone Yincang Mountain. Ran Wuqiu said.

Qiu Lixi smiled faintly.

Suddenly, the two raised their heads, then looked at each other, and said suspiciously: "Gui Xiqin?"

The sound of the piano falling from the leaves is very faint, but the unique sound quality of the Guixi qin is familiar with it, whether it is autumn or unwanted. This is the sound of the piano that has passed through a long time and space, and in a trance, in this season when the grass grows and the warbler flies, in this place where the smoke and rain by the same lake, I vaguely feel the existence of a girl on the other side of time. Since then, the piano of Jianzun has engraved a person's name, and she is called "Linxia".