The wind blew, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the branches and leaves collided with each other to make a swishing sound. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIt is as if even the trees are sighing, sighing about the misfortunes of the world.

However, it was more of a pity, a pity for the young man lying on the ground at the moment.

The sunlight sprinkled down from the branches and leaves, shining on Yang Xiaofeng's body, shattering into many points of light. Even in a coma, his hand was still tightly gripping the bamboo sword, and I don't know when the sword had become a part of his body.

At this moment, he was dreaming again.

In his dreams, he seemed to be back to that night many years ago. The moon was very bright that night, very bright, and the family gathered together to eat a reunion dinner.

"Second brother, let's go enjoy the moon", he smiled as his sister took his brother's hand and ran out. Then, everything changed.

The moon is gone, and so are the younger siblings. There was blood everywhere, and he could even smell the strong smell of blood in the air.

His eyes were blurry, and the only thing he could see was the appearance of his mother before she fell in front of him, and the long sword that pierced her heart. Even in the end, even the shadow of the mother was covered with blood.

"Ah......h

For the past few years, as soon as he closed his eyes, he would dream of that tragic scene. He had woken up from nightmares countless times, and it had become a demon in his heart.

He himself didn't know if if he continued like this, if he didn't hold on until the day of revenge, his people would have gone crazy.

A gust of mountain breeze blows, and the cool feeling makes people feel a lot more sober.

Yang Xiaofeng stood up and looked at this place seriously, and found that there was a low mountain not far from him, and there seemed to be a cave at the foot of the mountain.

When I got closer, there were a few fruit trees obliquely outside the cave, and there were still a few fruits hanging sparsely on the trees. There are several stone crows under the tree, and there are traces of people expanding the hole. Apparently, someone has lived here.

Walking into the cave, as far as the eye can see, there are stone tables, stone chairs, stone beds, bamboo buckets, and bamboo scoops. On the stove made of red mud and stones, pots and pans and other living utensils are readily available.

Sure enough, it was once a family.

The ventilation conditions in the cave are very good, and the lighting performance is also good. I think it may be that an ancestor knight, because he was tired of the bloody rain on the rivers and lakes, retired to the martial arts, and became a crazy mountain high-roller here. Or maybe the sage and gentleman saw through the filth and turbidity of the officialdom, and no longer wanted to go with it, so he stayed away from the red dust and became a leisurely mountain idler in this ancient cave.

However, although the old things are still there, the ancients are far away, looking at the furnishings in the cave, it seems that it has been some years, and the people who once lived here must have long since returned to dust, soil to earth, or left.

The dust on the stone table was already many inches thick, and the floor was already covered with dead leaves. If it was indeed gone, it had been at least many years.

Yang Xiaofeng carefully looked at everything here. From the table, chair, stove, to the bamboo barrel and stone bed, one by one, I looked at it seriously, and finally, my eyes stopped on the deepest cave wall. There was a long strip of something hanging there, surrounded by cobwebs, and the thing itself had been covered in dust, so it was impossible to see what it was.

He took a few steps closer and gently plucked it from the cave wall, shaking off the dust from it. I finally saw clearly, this is a pipe. At the same time, he also found that the wall of the cave had been hewn into a pit with stone chisels where the flute was hung. I reached out and touched it, there was something inside, I took it out and shook off the dust, and the first thing that came out was a thick layer of kraft paper, which was tightly wrapped around a boxy thing, like a book.

Other than that, there doesn't seem to be anything of value to him anymore.

Yang Xiaofeng walked out of the cave and saw a mountain spring not far away. He then went to the spring to wash the flute in the water, and suddenly a dazzling blue light radiated out, noble and atmospheric, it turned out that this tube Xiao was actually made of emerald jadeite, it was a tube of jade Xiao.

So what's this brown paper-wrapped thing, it can't be a music book, right?

He was a little curious for a while, so he removed the brown paper on the outside and flipped through it carefully, it was indeed a book, which was full of Gong Shang Jiao Zhengyu, Huang Zhong Da Lu and so on...... , it's all five tones and twelve rhythms, and it's really a music book.

Yang Xiaofeng was somewhat disappointed, he had hoped that this was a peerless martial arts cheatbook. Perhaps, even he forgot that a long time ago, he liked poetry and music, and swordsmanship and martial arts were not his favorite. It's just that all of this, in that moonlit autumn night six years ago, has long been completely different.

For a moment, he looked at his hands, which were full of bookish anger, but now there were thick calluses everywhere, especially at the tiger's mouth, like the cracked bark of an old tree, which was caused by holding a sword for many years. He couldn't remember how many times he had peeled off his hands in the past six years.

In so many years, apart from swords and chopsticks and other things, he has hardly touched anything else, I wonder if he can still blow this flute?

Still, he wanted to give it a try.

After a slight hesitation, he finally gently put the flute to his mouth, blew slightly, and the pleasant sound suddenly sounded leisurely.

The elegant and agile Xiao voice calmed people's hearts not much in an instant, and he only felt that the irritability and depression in his heart were suddenly swept away.

At this moment, even the heavens and the earth seemed to be completely calm.

The birds that had arrived late had stopped their hurried steps and chirped merrily around him. A gust of mountain wind blew off the autumn leaves on the trees, fluttering and slowly falling beside him.

Yang Xiaofeng suddenly felt that all this was so familiar, just like that autumn evening afternoon in Qingshui Villa many years ago.

The girl who danced for him in the sunset, she ......

Is she okay?

What is she doing now?

Is she still waiting!

If she's waiting, for whom?

I thought that I had forgotten about that girl, and I thought that all he had left in his heart was hatred.

But it turned out that he had never forgotten her, and it turned out that he had been thinking about her and thinking about her for so many years.

It turned out that the person he had been thinking about in his heart, in addition to his father and mother, in addition to his younger brothers and sisters, in addition to the clansmen of Qingshui Villa who died tragically on that night six years ago, there was actually another person.

A young girl, a young girl with whom he was engaged.

It was his fiancée.

At this moment, Yang Xiaofeng suddenly understood. understood Li Muqing's words, understood how to learn to give up hatred, and understood the true meaning of being a strong man.

For so many years, he deliberately suppressed his feelings. He locked his heart tightly in a dark room, hiding in the cold abyss. He thought that he was destined to spend this life in blood and killing, and he thought that he had nothing but hatred in this life.

But it turned out that as long as he pushed open the door in front of him, there was a bright sun outside, it turned out that on the other side of the abyss, it was spring when the flowers were blooming, and it turned out that there were too many people he couldn't let go of besides revenge.

People can't live forever in the pain of the past and waste their good years, grasping the present is the real most important thing to do.

He felt like his heart had never been so calm.

At sunset, a young man stands alone in the world. The evening breeze blew his long hair, and his figure was so thin, but his heart was no longer lonely.

He already had a concern in his heart. He has rediscovered the value and meaning of human life.

A new hope had sprung up in his heart.