The autumn rain was relentless, slapping on the windows fiercely, making a crackling sound, and the thin window paper gasped for a heavy sound in the wind and rain.

In the house, the guqin was played, the incense was elegantly wafting, and the room was full of smoke, like a fairyland. Two frustrated people sat opposite each other, and the melodious sound of the piano echoed throughout the room, making people fascinated and dreamy.

Flat sand and falling geese, Ye Wuxin has been proficient in music since he was a child, and he will know this song as soon as he listens to it.

Pingsha and falling geese, this is one of the eight views of Xiaoxiang, located in the head of the seventy-two peaks of Hengshan in the south of Hengyang - between the Hui Yan Peak, the composer sees this beautiful scenery, can not help but flutter, the spirit is uplifted, so take this as the theme, so it becomes a song and song.

This is a famous guqin song that circulated in the Ming Dynasty, but in the middle of circulation, after several changes, although the real tune has been retained, it has also derived many genres with different styles.

The most representative are the three factions: the Guangling faction, with a plump and smooth tone and a soft brilliance; The Mei'an faction, adding geese chirping in the flat sand, the tune is realistic, and the listener is moved.

Ye Wuxin understood in her heart: Mu Yu's master is the master of the Guangling faction in the rivers and lakes, she is the real descendant of the Guangling faction, the piano skills are exquisite, you are good at the guqin, this song "Pingsha Falling Geese" She has never played for the second person. Some people did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to listen to this song, but she was still unmoved.

The sound of the piano is melodious and light at the beginning, the autumn is high and cool, the wind is calm and the sand is flat, the clouds are thousands of miles, and the sky is flying. Then it gradually became rapid, like autumn rain suddenly coming, ups and downs.

"Good music, good piano, good skills!" Ye Wuxin shouted loudly, his face was already a little drunk.

When Mu Yu heard this, he couldn't help but smile and continued to play. It is a blessing to be able to play for someone who knows how to play the piano, both for the listener and for the player.

The wine glass in Ye Wuxin's hand is empty and full, full and empty, the wine is in the stomach, and the sound is ringing in the ears, it is really a happy life!

The sound of the piano gradually subsided, and the sound of the rain gradually weakened. The twilight rain is dashing on the river, and the beauties and wines are never tired. Mu Yu was waiting for this autumn rain, and Ye Wuxin also happened to come on this autumn rainy night.

Mu Yu's wide sleeves waved lightly, his hand pressed the strings, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. got up and walked towards Ye Wuxin.

"Wine hurts the body, don't be greedy. Mu Yu's arm was raised lightly, stopping the wine glass that was about to touch his lips.

"I, Ye Wuxin, pretend to be the master of the Autumn Wind Pavilion, I don't want my father to commit suicide and die, the various factions in the rivers and lakes take the opportunity to fight back, with a handful of Absolute Dust in my hand, how can I keep this Autumn Wind Pavilion?" Ye Wuxin looked down at the Absolute Dust Sword on the table, as if he was laughing at himself, and as if he was confiding.

Mu Yu took the wine glass in his hand and drank it all for him.

"I'll tell you a secret, a secret about me. Ye Wuxin took Mu Yu into his arms and said to her.

Mu Yu looked at him with slightly red cheeks, that kind of look was enough to conquer any man in the world. She didn't speak, for a lonely person, there was no need to say much, silence might be the best company.

"I'm not really a martial arts wizard, but a complete idiot. When my father was alive, I only knew how to recite poetry and paint, and play with the wind and the moon. It was one night about five years ago, when I was just thirteen. My father called me to the study and wanted me to learn martial arts.

And my least favorite thing is martial arts. But there was no way, because I couldn't beat my father, the man named Ye Feng, so I could only learn martial arts with him.

But swords, guns, clubs, axes, hooks, forks, all the weapons were so powerful in my father's hands that they could not even beat the branches of the trees in my hands. Sometimes, I would even slip my weapon out of my hand, and this is the greatest shame for those who practice martial arts.

Seeing this, my father was completely desperate. He would never have thought that he would dominate the world and no one could stop him, but his son was a waste who couldn't even hold a weapon. Ye Wuxin's intoxication became stronger and stronger, and he buried his head deep in Mu Yu's arms, like a child full of grievances.

He suddenly raised his head, picked up the wine glass on the table, drank three more glasses, and then lowered his head and continued.

"When the last maple leaf fell, a person came to the Autumn Wind Pavilion, in my impression, he had a long beard, his hair was as white as snow, and even his eyebrows were white, don't you think it's strange?

He said he was going to take me as an apprentice, and my father had to agree because he couldn't teach me anything at all.

The old man with the white beard took me to the mountains, and for three whole years, I learned the supreme swordsmanship, and I paid a great price for it. When I plunged the last sword directly into the white-bearded old man's chest, he smiled with satisfaction.

He was the one who asked me to kill him, and he said it was the last resort of all swordsmanship.

When the maple leaves landed for the third time, I returned to the Autumn Wind Pavilion.

My father was going to fight me, and I laughed.

When I used a wooden sword to knock the dust off his hand, he smiled with satisfaction, exactly the same smile as my master had when he was dying.

Later, I went to the rivers and lakes, and it took two years to find that there were very few people in the entire rivers and lakes who could defeat me, so I became famous, and there were many people who worshipped me, but there were also many people who wanted to kill me. Speaking of this, Ye Wuxin stopped talking, as if he had fallen asleep.

Ye Wuxin usually talks very little, and he rarely talks when he is drunk, but in front of Mu Yu, he is an out-and-out chatterbox.

Mu Yu gently lifted Ye Wuxin's head, then stood up and helped him to the bed to sleep. Looking at the man in front of him, Mu Yu burst into tears.

She likes Ye Wuxin, but Ye Wuxin doesn't belong to her, nor does he belong to anyone, as soon as it dawns tomorrow, he will leave, maybe he will never look back, maybe he will die under someone else's sword.

For Xiaoxiao, the twilight rain sprinkled the river sky, and several parting pains, always for the old people.

Mu Yu turned around and wanted to leave, but felt a hand grab her.

She hadn't reacted yet, she only felt that she was being pulled by someone, and she fell to Ye Wuxin's side.

"You're going to be my woman tonight!" Ye Wuxin said as he looked at Mu Yu.

Ye Wuxin flicked the wine glass in his hand, the light went out and the curtain fell, but Mu Yu did not resist. 、

It had just rained outside the window, the air was cold, the autumn moon was shining, and the two dusty hearts were snuggled together.

"Why did that Prince Beijing leave?" Mu Yu asked with his eyes wide open in the dark night, pressing half of his body against Ye Wuxin's chest.

"I'll tell you tomorrow!" said mischievously and pressed Mu Yu under him.

The moonlight outside the window is like water.