The north wind is still the same, but the ice and snow accumulated on the ice sheet are much less.

Four white-clothed masked women surrounded a woman at the gate of the city and stood outside the frosty city, letting the wind and frost howl. The woman in the middle is dressed in a green water cloud robe, wrapped in a mink wind-covering robe, and her neck is surrounded by a scarf made of white fox fur, and the head of a white fox is gently attached to the fragrant shoulder, and a purple silk veil blocks everything below the eyes, like a dream.

Not long after, the red clothes ushered in, it was Dugu Wushuang, and there was a little more expectation in his smile. Ji Yan behind him didn't know why, but he found that Dugu Wushuang was very happy, as if this dress was also to decorate today's arrival.

However, when he saw the woman in green standing at the door, Dugu Wushuang was stunned for a moment, with doubts and puzzles on his face, but more disappointment.

"The Holy Maiden of Zhongzhou Babel Tower, Youyun, has seen the Dugu City Lord. The woman in front of her did not see her face, but her voice was tactful and ethereal, gentle and considerate, and her appearance was the same, delicate and feminine.

However, seeing that the person who came was no longer the same person she was back then, Dugu Wushuang didn't have much interest in the saint in front of her, and after formally returning the salute, she shook the loose sleeves of her robe and turned away.

Youyun followed behind accompanied by several maids, but looked at Ji Yan twice, a little playful. When they entered the city, the people on both sides were silent and knelt down to welcome them. In the eyes of their mortals, Dugu Wushuang is the god who guards one side, and he is to be sacrificed by incense. Looking at the people on both sides, Dugu Wushuang was helpless, how many times had he said it, but no one dared to regard him as an ordinary person. He is relatively ordinary, and the people would rather believe in that awesome Dugu Wushuang.

Dugu Wushuang went out of the city today, disappointed in his heart, and saw this scene in the city, he couldn't attack with anger in his heart, shook his head and walked a few steps to throw the people behind him. I hadn't gone far when I suddenly heard a soft whisper.

"Senior Brother Dugu, I have a suicide note from my master, which was specially left for you, you see, ......"

There is a bit of respect and discussion in the words, but it also reveals a bit of playfulness: If you don't wait for me, I won't let you read this letter, and I'll kill you in a hurry!

Dugu Wushuang has lived for hundreds of years, how can he not know what this girl thinks, although he is excited in his heart, he deliberately shows a treacherous smile, and quietly appears next to the saint, his charming face is as white as jade, and the purple yarn is only a centimeter away, and there is a fragrance in the gentleness:

"Oh, how about you send it to my mansion in person, little, teacher, sister!"

When was Youyun molested by such a bewitching man in person, even the veil could not cover the flush on both sides at this time, and she was about to have a seizure with a snort, but Dugu Wushuang suddenly disappeared, leaving only wild laughter.

"Haha...... Ji Yan, lead the holy woman up the mountain. ”

Ji Yan suddenly felt a cold gaze staring at him, this is good, he has become the target of everyone, he smiled at Youyun awkwardly, and led the way.

"Hey, idiot, why don't you stop him, the city lord is so disrespectful to the Holy Maiden, hmph! Go back and impeach him to the Elders' Pavilion for a crime of acting frivolously. ”

She complained here with shame and indignation, but she didn't know how many people lost their souls for her cheeks. Ji Yan was helpless, shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and said with a smile:

"Holy Maiden, where is Wushuang going, how can I stop it, or go up the mountain obediently, don't add to the chaos. ”

After speaking, he did not look back, but led the way.

When Youyun had eaten this kind of treatment, she was about to have a seizure, and several maids next to her stepped forward to stop her and slowly followed Ji Yan.

"Whew...... That saint is so beautiful, this is a fairy in the sky, I really don't know what kind of face is under the veil. If you have such a wife, you will be willing to be reincarnated as a beast in the next life!"

"Lao Li, don't daydream, the fairy still looks like this after a thousand years, I'm afraid you won't even have ashes left, and the toad wants to eat swan meat, shameless!"

Several buyers and sellers were joking on the side, but it was the sloppy Taoist who closed his eyes and recuperated alarmed, took a sip of wine, looked at the back of the saint in the distance, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said to everyone:

"Three souls are missing two, the catastrophe is not tolerated, that girl has lived for hundreds of years at best, how can she be an immortal fairy?

Everyone on the side has long been accustomed to it, and they have counted a few old words.

"Yo, I've made up another set of words today, yes, there is progress, and I will reward you with a meal of wine. ”

The old thief eyebrows, grabbed his dirty hands, got his hands steadily, and nodded to the other party and thanked:

"Thank you for your support, the old way must go one step further and create more brilliance, this donor, you are in the hall...... Alas, don't go!"

Youyun and several holy maidens had already arrived at the City Lord's Mansion. Dugu Wushuang changed into a black dress, lined with snow-white clothes, solemn and solemn, and sat in the living room early waiting for them.

The saintess clenched her fists and kept glaring at Ji Yan, controlling her emotions. Dugu Wushuang looked at Ji Yan who looked down and ignored everything, it was really funny.

"Little junior sister, if your master has any suicide note, let me watch it. ”

"Hey, you figure it out, I'm the Holy Maiden of the Tower of Babel, a Holy Maiden recognized by the righteous path, if you make me unhappy, go back and join you, let the Elder Pavilion take away your position as the city lord, and see if you dare to be arrogant!"

Perhaps because she was dizzy, Youyun said what she thought under the surprised and remorseful eyes of several maids next to her, but she heard the sound of a table and chair shattering.

"Presumptuous, how about the Holy Maiden, even if the Elders' Pavilion provokes me, I will also turn the world upside down, a yellow-haired girl, dare to threaten like this, if I am not here, who wants to come to this ghost land, face the endless wasteland every day, and guard the demon beasts? How did those old men teach you, it is really in vain to be a saint!"

These subtle words, coupled with the angry reprimand, had already frightened the holy woman to the point of paleness, and after a few strokes, she obediently handed over the letter, but she was unwilling, and was still muttering in a low voice:

"What's the matter, isn't it just a great credit, I've lived for hundreds of years, and I'm still ...... with a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl."

Dugu Wushuang turned the envelope, staring at the woman's back, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He opened the suicide note, only glanced at it, and then fell silent. After a while, he said to Youyun:

"You guys go all the way, go to the room to rest first, I'll see you after I'm done with official business, please." ”

Several people left one after another, and Ji Yan walked last, but just as he was about to cross the threshold, he only heard Wushuang's voice.

"Ji Yan, you accompany me to the back hall for a few drinks. ”

Ji Yan put down his raised foot, didn't he have to deal with official business? Curious, he accompanied Wushuang into the back hall.

The back hall is not large, the floor is paved with wooden planks, only a few pots of simple flowers are placed in the four corners, and a statue of a god is placed in the center, more than a foot high, it is a woman, holding a sword in her right hand, standing with one hand.

There was no offering table, so the two sat on the floor, and under the arrangement of the servants, they faced the simple wine and food, and drank each other.

"Didn't you say that you want to deal with the public case, why did you drink stuffy?" Ji Yan drank a few glasses, and when he saw that Wushuang was dull and silent, he asked.

All he answered was the gurgling of wine.

A pot of wine has been drunk, and he has been drinking it all the time, and Ji Yan watched silently.

"That saint has a lot of temper, if you let her know that you are deliberately hanging her, she will definitely be angry, hehe......"

Ji Yan had nothing to say, alleviating the embarrassment in the house, but the person in front of him turned a deaf ear, one pot after another......

In the evening, Ji Yan walked out of the hall, turned to look at the bright candlelight, and left alone. Unexpectedly, in the past half a day, Wushuang was always drinking, and when he was drunk, he fell asleep, woke up and used Zhenyuan to drive away the wine, and continued to live.

What happened, how could that letter have such magic, I really want to know the story of this lonely man!

Looking up at the moon, there was a sound of the piano, breaking the silence. The spring water tinkles, and the aftermath lingers. Sometimes it is sad and tactful, and the listener is in tears, and sometimes it is cheerful and pleasant, endless, and the attainment is so high that it is admirable.

Although Ji Yan did not study the art of the qin, there are also books describing the art of the qin in many books in Penglai. The so-called piano practitioner cultivates the mind, and the hearer sees the nature, and the sound of the piano entrusts the arrogance and mentality of the person who plays the piano.

This voice came from the North Garden of the Mansion, and it must have been a saint or a person who was proficient in the art of the piano among several maids. Ji Yan wondered who was playing this swan song at night.

The window was hidden, and I saw the people of Iraq again. Ji Yan followed the sound, but he didn't want to be by the window, but he found the person playing the piano. A water-green brocade robe, dark cloud sleeves, slender and graceful fingers, playing the strings like clouds and water. The delicate face, without the cover of purple yarn, is like condensed fat, beautiful and vulgar.

Unconsciously, Ji Yan has been attracted, and he is intoxicated with people and sounds.

A moment ago, it was still high mountains and flowing water, and suddenly it became sad and complaining, as if telling the misery, parting and infatuation of the world, and Ji Yan listened to it like a fascination.

Suddenly, the style of the song changed, like rolling thunder, turning over the river and the sea, engulfing it, as if he was deeply trapped in the reincarnation of fate, unable to extricate himself, this relationship was drawn to an end in the miserable of determination.

Ji Yan recalled again in his mind the parting of the pair of infatuated men and women on the Lechuan River, as well as the crystal full tears of the Mo Qilin and Zhongshan God in Lei Yan Cave.

As he was in the whirlpool, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

After coming back to his senses, he found a smart white fox hovering at his feet, and the girl who stroked the qin was already standing opposite, staring at herself.

"Does it sound good?"

Looking at the three thousand green silks tied by the headband, the beautiful neck and the white jade collarbone, Ji Yan swallowed a mouthful of saliva embarrassedly, a little nervous, but still settled down and replied:

"It's good, but it's uncomfortable......"

"Oh?

"The sound of the girl's piano, at first the spring water tinkling, like a melodious turn, makes people fascinated, but later, it is like a lover, not a good death, crying and parting, and finally life and death are goodbye, the jade is broken, and the infatuation is to death!"

Youyun had a great change in her opinion of the person in front of her, and said lightly:

"I don't want you to be a layman, but you can actually understand the 'resentment and separation' played by the saints of the past generations. This song is played by the miserable lover who did not die well, crying about the injustice and ruthlessness of heaven. ”

Ji Yan was silent for a moment, remembering that there was a sentence in Penglai's book, and he didn't feel it.

"Affectionate is always annoyed by ruthlessness, but the Tao is ruthless but affectionate. ”

Amorous people are always the most hurt, but how can they hate the ruthlessness of the Heavenly Dao? Who can tell the clear path under the Heavenly Dao. Heaven is ruthless, but it is precisely because of its ruthlessness that we know that all things are sentient.

Ji Yan suddenly realized, but the saint who didn't want to be on the side was carefully tasting his words.

"You really impress me, you're not a wooden fish. With a smile on his face, looking at Ji Yan who was surging with sorrow in front of him, Youyun wondered what kind of miserable experience he had experienced.

Ji Yan heard her compliment, woke up from his contemplation and looked up, just in time to see that clever smile, beautiful and innocent.

Ji Yan was stunned and looked at it stupidly.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" a quick woke Ji Yan up, but it was Youyun who waved her hand in front of him.

Ji Yan's face was flushed, and he didn't dare to look at him, so he looked at him left.

Youyun was innocent, as if she was familiar, she skillfully pinched the tip of Ji Yan's nose, and asked with a smile:

"Hey, am I good-looking?"

Where has Ji Yan experienced this, the calmness of facing the enemy has long been gone, he is like an ant in a hot pot, even though he has thousands of words in his heart, he can't say anything, and finally holds back a few words:

"Uh...... Good, good-looking. ”

You Yun smiled faintly, not shy, and explained:

"That's why they asked me to wear a veil. ”

Ji Yan didn't finish speaking, Youyun is really good-looking, but why is it exactly the same as the stone statue in the back hall of Wushuang?

In the building in front of Beiyuan, on the inside of the hall, Dugu Wushuang was lying on the ground with big characters facing the sky, listening to the song that he had been familiar with for a hundred years, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the letter in his hand was loosened by him.

The paper slowly unfolded, and there were only three words on the crumpled paper:

"Forget!