Linfeng couldn't bear what had happened, and went to the smoke and waves to let loose and groan. Overlooking from the rain stop building, a lake of smoke and waves across the long past, covering the turmoil of the world. This is a place for drinking, playing the piano, and playing the sword, independent red dust, sticking to this endless lake and mountain, but as long as it is a little mixed with a little bit of despised spirit, the charm of the small building, immediately changed.

The previous autumn was chestnut, it could be calmed, the bitterness was not Zen and not good, the two of them advanced and retreated, and retreated and advanced, invisibly, a master of Yincang Mountain and a contemporary top master seemed to be fighting. It's like a sword fight. When Qiu Lixi's momentum was restrained, Ku Fei Zen fought back, and Qiu Lixi had to deal with it.

The wind is light and the night is clear, and the "confrontation" between the two people back and forth has a long and long sword style.

Qiu Lixi drew his sword and asked for battle, his mind was precise, but what he weighed was the trade-off between the gains and losses of Yincang Mountain, and in terms of sword theory, it was biased. Things are right, the hidden mountains are high, there is no need to test the heart of the world, when it starts, it leads a stormy meeting. Putting yourself in the position of the weak and plotting, it seems that you are not afraid, but you look forward and backward, how can it be done?

Those who use swords, use the life weather, no matter how high Qiu Lixi's mind is, there are many ingredients for good and clever skills, and the achievements of kendo cannot reach the peak of the realm after all.

The "sword" of bitter non-Zen is unrestrained, almost unreasonable, and obtains the essence of Zen Taoism, erasing all vanity and flashiness, pointing directly to the essence, and using the sword to distinguish between the enemy and me.

Enemy, non-enemy, Qiu Lixi weighs left and right, and the momentum is weak.

Qiu Lixi saluted and said: "The predecessors hide the form, sneak into the world, Li Xi is stupid and clumsy, I don't know the characters in the clouds, please take the responsibility of the seniors, I and Yincang Mountain will never shirk." ”

Feng Qingye sighed: What a person who can bend and stretch!

Knowing the advance and retreat of the two, the momentum of the hidden sword, although there is no real victory, but the length of the will depends on whether the wind and the night are not compensated. The boy said, "It's okay. My disciple thinks of being a teacher, and he is biased against this. Those who don't know are not to blame, Qiu Zhenren is relieved. ”

The tone of the wind and the night is like that of the predecessors, it is indeed like a thing, but the childishness between the eyebrows is difficult to get rid of. In ordinary times, Mo Wenqing must have smiled very enchantingly, but her eyebrows were wrinkled, and she was suddenly afraid.

The "Hidden Cangshan Pulse" called by Qiu Lixi and Kufei Zen is indeed a demon sect that stands with Xuanmen and Buddhism.

The rise and fall of the Demon Gate is like a tide, spreading out, that is, the Demon Chaos. Regardless of the Yunmeng World for the time being, the Izumo Continent has been 20,000 years old, and the people of the Demon Gate have been lurking in the Northern Regions and Zhongzhou, cruising in the Angry Sea, and secretly in the Southern Regions and the Buddha Domain, with only one purpose: to fight against Xuan and Buddha.

Zi Xin Yanran showed her face, moved her jade feet to Gui Xiqin, held Han'er's front paws, stretched out and scratched on the piano, all kinds of tones, urgent bamboo silk, beads scattered. The rhythm of the music is unorganized, for some reason, it contains a kind of purifying spirit, the rain stop the small building shakes off the redundancy, and the surrounding green and flower colors are dipped in bright light.

This is exactly the way Han'er likes to play. The other paw suddenly poked out, and there was a burst of broken jade, and in an instant, the sound of uneven and noisy voices was like a swarm of buzzes. Zixin chirped: "Hey, Han'er, are you hurting me?" The little fingers holding Han'er's hand, picking one by one, wisps of breath were inserted into the gap where the little fox was messing around, clicking on the strings, and the sound of the piano suddenly opened.

The first sound of "hum" immediately grabbed everyone's mind, it was a serene and soft texture, clear, transparent, snow seeping through the confusion, emerging in the chaotic and disorderly fence, unreachable. "Pan Yang Zhou, carrying heavy and floating, seeing a gentleman, my heart is resting", the wind closed his eyes on the night, held his breath and concentrated, capturing the ethereal and ethereal quality of the piano sound.

The aftermath is gone, and the new sound is dyed. It was a clear passage that penetrated all the vicissitudes of life and eliminated all the scabies. The song of the phoenix, in the rising sun, the song is singing, my heart is melodious. In the midst of chaos and disorder, a little bit of texture and orderliness are born.

After a few more sounds, the muddled timbre played by Han'er seemed to be a murmuring stream, and it was like a rain of clouds and debris, with the unique sound quality, and it was exciting. In the sound of the piano, there is a clear artistic conception, white clouds and dogs, changing rapidly, fog locks smoke fans, and the waves are vast. Inside, a trace of time that cannot be peeled off can be peeled off, coming and going, never stopping, and can never be touched.

The boy seems to be on the verge of two worlds facing each other. The sound of the piano is like a world, and in it, there is a vague and purest call, he wants to enter, but he can get a little closer, the pure call, drifting away, always keeping a distance not far away, he wants to break free from the meaning of the qin, but he can't disperse it. He was caught in the middle, and even his eyes couldn't open open, and he couldn't return to the place of reality. The crystalline, illusory world constructed by the sound of the piano in front of him could not be stepped into if he was about to leave.

Waiting for Han'er's thoughts to pass, Feng Qingye opened his eyes.

The purple heart and the little fox in the center of the rain stop the rain and stop the "random piano", smile like a flower, and look at the young man. Kufei Zen, Qiu Lixi, Ran Wuqiu, Mo Wenqing, Ye Yingzhao and others returned to their senses in turn.

Qiu Lixi sighed lightly, and Ye Yingzhao walked to the front of the purple heart, and saluted: "Qiongtian fingering is extinct and has been hidden in Cangshan for a long time. Night Firefly came here, for the inheritance of the sword of the Hidden Cangshan Mountain, but even more admired the sound of the piano outside the sky. What's in your bag, but it's a lyre?"

Zi Xin asked rhetorically, "What Qiongtian fingering?

Ye Yingzhao smiled: "What you used just now should be Qiongtian's fingering." As for the swallowing Tianqin, that is, the treasure of the Holy Maiden of the Hidden Cangshan Mountain. ”

"What does it have to do with me?" Purple Heart gritted her teeth and asked.

"Without it. Ye Yingzhao said: "I once heard that when swallowing the sky, the fairy sound passed away, and it was the rarest in the world." Therefore, I vow that I will listen in this life. Fireflies shine on tens of thousands of miles of wind and dust, the inheritance of the sword doesn't matter, this bend swallows the sky, it is a long-cherished wish and no longer asks for it. ”

Zixin grabbed the piano bag and said, "I don't know if this is the ...... of swallowing Tianqin" while saying and handed it to the night firefly, Ran Wuqiu came to the piano sac, and cold-eyed the night firefly.

"Listen only to Cher. Yehotaru smiled.

Zixin quietly stared at the night firefly for a while, his eyes swept over Qiu Lixi, bitter and non-Zen, and first whispered: "There are too many disturbances in this world, why carry them at any time?

After a slight pause, it was probably the first time for the girl to do such an exhortation, and there was a slight tremor in her voice, she pursed her lips, smiled lightly, and said in a louder voice: "Ran Lao, that ...... That qin, if it is really a swallowing heavenly lyre, a treasure of the Holy Maiden of the Hidden Cangshan Mountain, why not return it to them?"

Ran Wuqiu said categorically: "No!"

Ku Feichan laughed and said: "The so-called human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, the female doll, the qin is given, they probably have to ask for your fingering, and give it, I am afraid that I will have to ask for all the mastery of the saint's lineage, even if you still give it, haha, then you have to obediently go to Yincang Mountain and be a bird in a cage." ”

"My master won't agree. The scheming girl asked Qiu Lixi, "Elder Qiu, is it really?"

Qiu Lixi shook his head and said, "Outsiders provoke, how can you believe it?"

"Hehe, Elder Qiu forgot, Zixin is also an outsider. The girl said crisply: "Since the night fireflies are willing to hear the sound of the piano, well, Brother Ye and Sister Mo are also there, so Han'er and I will stroke a few pieces of the piano, don't let down this elegant landscape." ”