"If you don't fight, it's not the way of the world. Ku Feichan smiled: "Qiu Zhenren, did you say?"

Qiu Lixi said solemnly: "The master is a monk, is he still happy to fight?"

"Haha, of course, poor monk. There are all the bald donkeys in the world, who doesn't make profits? The world is full of strange things, who doesn't rise and fall between fighting and grabbing?" Ku Fei Zen said: "But at this time, even if the fairy road is in front of him, the poor monk will not fight or be moved, he is only willing to empty his mind and listen to the elegant sound of Zixin and Han'er. ”

After that, Kufei Zen rushed to the purple heart, and the little fox bared his teeth.

Zixin sat upright, rubbed the well-behaved little fox, seemed to be talking to herself, and seemed to be discussing with Han'er, and said, "What is it good to play?"

The palm of his hand stroked to Guixiqin, a person and a fox stared at each other, the girl's confusion, Han'er's confusion, and the other people who stopped the rain and Xiaozhu were quite funny. Mo Wenqing was about to open his mouth, Zixin stroked the fingers of the qin, trembled and beat a few times on the strings, raised his chin like petals, his eyes were bright, and he said clearly: "All the wind and dust servants, they will gather here, well, I am the same...... Let's play the song "Yuanhong" first. ”

With a touch of homeopathy, the piano hovers low, the overtones are deep but not floating, depressed but not thin, and the other hand is slowly stretched out, or hooked or picked, a wisp of crystal clear sound quality, strange flowing.

Han'er didn't dare to move, for fear of disturbing the fuqin. The girl raised her head and looked directly out of the mountain, as if there was no longer a small building to stop the rain, no longer a mountain in Gao, and no longer a character listening to the piano, the melody of "Yuanhong" spread to the distance, as if it was connected with the smoke of the empty lake in Cangpu.

"Crossing the faint tide of weak water, forming the far shore of the mountain; the spring has not returned much, and the clouds of this year are half shocked; the sea rises vastly, and the road into the clouds is diffuse; there is nothing to distinguish, who can be counted as far away...... Gather the strong wind in the weak body, and carry the heavy snow in the light ......"

Purple heart sings while caressing, the artistic conception of "Yuanhong" is vigorous and vast, the pitch is turbid, and the vigorous and frustration is now sung by the girl's soft and glutinous voice, and the style is suddenly elegant and smart. When the timbre at the end of the melodious echoes in the verdant bamboo house, and then the small fish generally suddenly drill into the depths of the grass and trees outside the small building, and finally disappear into the spring mountain, the purple heart is as green as the ten fingers of jade, the whole person inadvertently straightened up to sit upright, with eyes flowing and looking forward, and the posture was clear. This kind of style is amazing.

The young men such as the wind and the light night, the night fireflies, Zhong Congyong, and Luo Kemeng were all relaxed and happy, and the three women, Gu Jingtan, and Xun Yueqing, were also happy and convinced.

Among these people, Kufei Zen, Qiu Lixi's special identity, the wind and the light night, such a situation, or sneering, or consciously insufficient to climb with this vulgar and peerless girl, "Yuanhong" caress away, only Tao Ran Yu Yin is natural. Ye Yingzhao saw the demeanor of the people, far beyond these stupid and stubborn guys, and said: "Life is like a far away, living in the twilight and getting up in the morning, the world and the sky are vibrating, and the ambition is lonely." Firefly Zhao feels the meaning of the purple heart "Far Hung", and sincerely thanks. ”

The girl thought for a moment and said, "No...... I just think that you are tired of the journey and played this song. ”

She is probably very bad at communicating with strangers, and she doesn't distinguish the closeness of Ye Yingzhao to "Purple Heart", she smiled brightly at Mo Wenqing, her eyes quickly swept over the "old man" of Feng Qingye, bowed her head and said to Han'er: "I'll play "Twilight Spring" again, and then play "Pei Lan" together." ”

The strings move the spring breeze, the rain stop is quieter and quieter, and even the song of Purple Heart's "Twilight Spring" is also quiet.

The wind comes from beyond the end of the world, winding and dark, stretching endlessly. It was a low-level ethereal, coming from another world. In the confusion, it reveals the purity and brightness that invigorates the soul, and in the emptiness, it reverberates with the melodiousness and vividness that leads to reverie. It grew closer and closer, as if it were hidden among the grass, under the leaves, at the tips of the stamens, hidden in the farthest reaches of the state of mind, hidden above the thousand mountains, in the clear water, flickering everywhere. Those tones, every point is the same, every point is different, or soothing, or elegant, or tactful, or quiet, or stretching endless tension, or restrained and subtle.

It flows through the mind, floats to the other side of the distant mountain, and then goes to the end of the world on the other side.

The sound of the piano is lower, the wind is lower, until it passes. Spring is twilight.

The listener was moved, and even the illusion of "divine and silent" rose, and no one spoke, lest they break this twilight spring scene. Being in Spring Mountain, my heart is empty, there is no past, there is no place to go, refreshing and refreshing, the hustle and bustle of a lifetime is like being washed clean by the song of "Twilight Spring".

After playing the piano, the girl pursed her lips and smiled, taking care of herself and Han'er, as if the beautiful sound of Taiyin just now had nothing to do with her. She is in the center of the undulating spring tide, and seems to be isolated from the twilight of spring, she and Han'er, and the white as jade Guixiqin, strangely combined into an independent world, unrelated to the world, fresh and refined.

Purple Fence Yan Yongju, the wind is light and the night has listened to the purple heart caress the piano, because of the Yuntai frost love silver quill tea, it is considered to be a thick branch and big leaves, except for a song "Under the Forest". This also made the boy know that there is such a high sound of the piano in the world. Almost half a year has passed, the bamboo forest with ice locks and snow has been replaced by the grass and warbler flying in Yugao Mountain, and the lonely mountain of Yuntai Mountain has become the vast smoke and waves of Sucangpu, but the girl is still the original girl, and the sound of the piano is still the sound of the piano, although the tune is different, whether it is the song of "Yuanhong", or the song of "Twilight Spring", or even the anonymous music of one person and one fox at the beginning, the young man through the texture of the piano sound, vaguely feels a wisp of more crystalline and more transparent inner quality, carefree and carefree, free and happy, happy as the elf between heaven and earth.

Is that the state of mind of the purple heart?

At this time, Qiu Lixi spoke.

"The past is like smoke, the song of "Twilight Spring", played by the elderly, is desolate and endless, and there is a sorrow with unknown meaning. The twilight of spring, the twilight of life, the first time I heard this song, I said an embarrassing word, I can't help but howl. Listening to it now, this life is already twilight, but it is happy to be clear and clear. The heart of the piano is different, the piano realm is also different, the piano is a way, the purple heart has to respect the true meaning of the old, and it is not in vain to return to the qin. ”

The wind is light and the night is light, and Mo Wenqing really doesn't care about the belonging of the return to the qin, it is good for Han'er to have this qin, and it is not bad to return the purple heart. The young man is inevitably funny, this autumn chestnut, praise is praise, why bother to involve Gui Xiqin? Sure enough, Ku Feizen raised his eyes, and shook his head in the light night to stop. Purple heart's piano skills can be called ingenuity, these piano songs, it is rare to smell in the world, and it is even more rare to find the pure and pure heart in the piano sound. If you fight for a few words and lose a few words about this turbid matter, it is really like burning the piano and boiling a crane, and it hurts a lot.

Purple Heart said happily, "Elder Qiu thinks Gui Xiqin is mine?"

"Of course, you will take over the things that respect the elderly. Qiu Lixi said.

"Hee-hee, Han'er, I have two pianos now...... Well, what do I want to do with the two, hehehehe, I can finally send one to you. Zixin raised her head and said, "Old Ran, the piano you are holding will be given to Han'er." ”

Ran Wuqiu changed color.

The girl didn't take it lightly or seriously, her eyes were ruthless, and she said, "I said I would send it." ”

Ran Wuqiu whispered: "Miss......"

"That's it. Purple Heart said vigorously.

Nightfly said in a conversation, "Lyra ...... Well, doesn't Purple Heart know what kind of treasure it is?"

"It's just a piano. Zixin's pretty face, another emotion, repeated: "It's just a good piano." ”

"Lyra is no longer in the realm of magic weapons. In the whole world, there are no more than five treasures comparable to it, and it is unique to Yincang Mountain. Ye Yingzhao said: "This treasure is not a person of the Holy Maiden of Hidden Cangshan Mountain, and it is useless to take it. Night Brothers...... Oh, Yasang-senpai, don't you say?"

Feng Qingye nodded, and was about to answer, when Zixin asked Ye Yingzhao: "According to your meaning, the swallowing Tianqin is from the Hidden Cangshan Mountain?"

"It's not. Ye Yingzhao smiled and said: "The only wish to build this small building to stop the rain is to listen to the song "Heavenly Demon Introduction" flowing under Qiongtian's fingering and swallowing Tianqin. ”