There are many pavilions in the water country, and Wu Fengshang orchestra.

There is wine in every house, and there is no boat everywhere.

Ye Haotian tasted the milk curd meat, the hundred fish feast, the big zongzi and the mellow fragrance of Suzhou Songhe Tower, and at the same time admired the evaluation of Suzhou, and felt that everything here was so warm, soft and dexterous.

He likes the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, and he likes the feeling of criss-crossing streams and gurgling green water. The water in the south of the Yangtze River rarely has a turbulent and unrestrained momentum, but it has been bubbling for many years, cultivating the unique gentleness and softness of the Jiangnan people.

In addition to the gurgling green water, he also loves the Suzhou gardens. "The stones of other mountains can attack jade", if you want to enlighten the Tao, sometimes you have to find another way, and it is not possible to stay in one place behind closed doors.

Suzhou's gardens are known for their elegance and simplicity, small and exquisite. "Jiangnan gardens are the best in the world, and Suzhou gardens crown Jiangnan". The garden area is generally in a radius of twenty or thirty zhang, in the construction of the garden, the use of buildings, rockeries, pools, flowers and trees, cleverly divide the whole garden into the main and secondary, sparse and sparse size of the space, combined into each characteristic scenic spot, and good at using the borrowed scenery. Therefore, although the area is small, there will be no unobstructed feeling, and everywhere into the painting, move to change the scene, fascinating, give people the enjoyment of "not going out of the city and get the fun of the landscape, living in the downtown and having the beauty of the forest spring".

It's a pity that most of these gardens are private gardens, so most of Ye Haotian can only look outside.

Suzhou is not lonely at night, and many people go out shopping with lanterns. Ye Haotian walked through arbitrarily without hurry, and unconsciously walked to a brightly lit building, there were many people standing at the door, and eight red lanterns were hung high on both sides of the gate, each lantern had a big character, which was "Winter Night Garden, Meeting Friends with Mystery", and the door number was inscribed with three big characters "Humble Administrator's Garden".

The old man at the door was full of anger when he saw him, and he looked like a jade tree in the wind, so he hurriedly invited him in.

There are countless lanterns in the park, illuminating the garden as bright as day.

Ye Haotian walked forward along the flow of people, looking to enjoy the scenery in the garden, but saw that the entire garden layout was centered on the pool, and all kinds of pavilions and pavilions were built near the water, forming a simple and cheerful, plain and innocent natural style. The north of the hall is the main scenery where it is, the pond is tired of soil and stone to make two mountains, the west mountain is built with the pavilion of "snow fragrance cloud blue", the inscription has the couplet of Wen Zhengming's handwritten book "the cicada noise forest is quieter, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded". There is a "Pavilion to be frosted" on the east mountain. Between the two mountains, connected with the stream bridge, the mountains are planted with flowers and trees, and the banks are scattered with vines and shrubs, which are full of wild interest.

After walking around, he also focused on the lantern, like most people. Each lantern has a riddle. Some riddles have been cracked, and those that remain are getting harder and harder.

Not far away, more than a dozen people circled around a lantern. Ye Haotian approached and took a look, only to see that it read, "The mountains are colored from afar, and the water is silent when you hear it closely." The flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised. , type". After thinking for a while, Ye Haotian told the boy who guarded the lamp: "This is a 'painting' word. ”

The lantern boy hurried away, and soon rushed back again, shouting, "Another one is broken."

A butler-like man approached, removed the anagram from the lantern, and handed him a folding fan.

Ye Haotian smiled next.

I didn't take a few steps and saw a riddle, the riddle is "sorrowful meditation and scratching", playing a seven-word Tang poem. Many people dressed as scholars are thinking about lantern riddles. Ye Haotian glanced at it and said that this poem was "like a lawsuit about life".

The crowd was puzzled. Ye Haotian said: "The mystery comes from the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing", which is about the pipa girl telling her undesirable life experience through the music of 'strings and strings covering up sound and thinking'. The crux of this riddle lies in the word 'ping', which is Qu Yuan's character, which means 'it seems to tell Qu Yuan's unwillingness to live in the world'. Everyone admired it so much that they threw themselves to the ground.

Going all the way like this, Ye Hao Tianzhan Tea worked hard to solve more than ten extremely difficult riddles, and suddenly the person who looked like a housekeeper came over, bowed to the ground to him, and said, "Sir, my master is invited." ”

Ye Haotian followed the man to an attic. The loft is on a high ground, and standing on it you can see lanterns and crowds on all sides.

A Confucian student in his fifties saw Ye Haotian come in and hurriedly left his seat to greet him.

The guest and the host sat down, and the next person served fragrant tea. The old man said: "The virtuous nephew is only eight buckets, I don't know where he is?"

Ye Haotian hurriedly humbled and conceded: "Xiao Chang'an." I guessed it by chance. ”

The old man asked, "I wonder if the virtuous nephew has ever taken the imperial examination?"

"I'm waiting to take the township exam next year. ”

The old man sighed lightly and said, "If you look at talent, the top three Jinshi are also expected." It's a pity that the court is dim, and it's not a good opportunity to enter the office. ”

Ye Haotian bowed down and said, "But wait for Mr. to explain." ”

The old man took a sip of tea, instructed his subordinates to close the door, and then said: "I see that the virtuous nephew is refreshed, and he must not be a deceitful villain, so I will tell the truth." Now the saint is in a daze, the eunuchs are prosperous, and the annihilation is in power, and the virtuous are brutalized. The old man Wang Xianchen, who was originally the imperial history of the imperial court, said a few words of conscience two years ago because of the destruction of the Su family, but he was insulted by the annihilation in front of the court. At that time, I decided to quit my career, return to my hometown, and built this garden when I came back. ”

Ye Haotian was moved in his heart, his face was impassive, and he asked, "I don't know who were the people who insulted Mr. at that time?"

The old man walked to the door and looked around, then came back and whispered, "The eunuch Wang Xi and the powerful minister Liu Heng." Then he said hatefully: "Annihilation is rampant, and no one can control it." ”

The two chatted for a while, and they felt quite connected. Ye Haotian looked around and saw that there were a lot of books, he had always loved books, and he couldn't help but ask for a look.

The old man is also a book lover, and it is not urgent to have someone to appreciate his book collection, especially such a young man. He smiled slightly and beckoned to Ye Haotian: "Follow me." These books are just decorations, not good books. I also have a library with rare and rare books in the world. ”

Ye Haotian followed the old man through the hall, came to a small courtyard, opened the three doors, and entered a room, which was filled with the smell of sandalwood. Sandalwood is lit to protect the collection of books and can prevent the birth of bookworms. There are not many books in the study, the total number is only more than 1,000 volumes, but most of them are ancient books that have been lost for many years.

Ye Haotian was full of praise, and when he glanced back at the old man, the old man was already a little proud.

He took out the poems he had obtained in Zhongnan Mountain from his Qiankun bag and handed them to the old man.

The old man didn't take it seriously at first, and when he opened it, he saw that it was Li Bai's real handwriting, and the poems included were the only ones he had seen in his life, and he immediately sighed and couldn't put it down.

Ye Haotian said with a smile: "This volume of poems will be given to Mr." ”

The old man wanted to be polite, but he opened his mouth but couldn't speak, and his hand was still clenched tightly.

Ye Haotian was very interested in those ancient books, and took the opportunity to say: "I want to come to Mr. to study here in the next few days, I don't know if it's okay?"

The old man hurriedly said, "Okay, where are you staying? Why don't you move in? I have many houses here, and the more you have you, the more lively it is." As he spoke, he urged someone to carry his luggage with him.

Ye Haotian saw that the old man was so enthusiastic, so he moved in.

Early the next morning, someone brought hot water to help him freshen up, and then invited him to the living room for dinner. The old man was already waiting there. The two hurriedly ate snacks and came to the study.

Ye Haotian first browsed the bibliography and found that there were more than 500 books that were very valuable, and most of the rest of the content had been read and there was no need to read them again.

After this period of cultivation, he is now full of energy, and his reading ability has also strengthened several times, and he can finish a book in a few clicks, and at the same time, he will keep it in his heart. Although he had slowed down and the books were too attractive, he still read them faster and faster, and he actually read more than 90 books in one morning.

The old man was not very happy to watch it from the side, but by noon he really couldn't help it, and complained: "Virtuous nephew, you don't have to watch it so fast, right? ”

Ye Haotian smiled slightly and said, "I have already remembered." Then he took out a random book, "This is what I read an hour ago, and the third line on page 15 reads, 'The unborn can begotten, the untransformed can be transformed, the living cannot be unborn, and the incarnate cannot be untransformed.'" ”

The old man took the book and read it, and sure enough, it was a good word, and he couldn't help but exclaim, and looked at Ye Haotian with a shocked face: "You, you, are simply immortals!

Ye Haotian took out the "Dao Treasure Overview" from the Qiankun bag and handed it over, saying, "Sir, I also have this book here, which can not only prolong life, but also enhance memory." Would you like to take a look?"

The old man opened it and looked at it, and said with his jaw bowed: "Huang Laozhixue, I also liked it, I read "Daozang" in the library of Guozijian in my early years, and I was keen on fame at that time, and I didn't care about it. This book seems to be more comprehensive, high-level, very good!" said he took out a book from the dark compartment of a bookcase, and said: "Look at my book, it is all the way to "Daozang", it is very strange, but it is difficult to understand. ”

Ye Haotian opened it and saw that it was a book of "Liezi Addendum", and there was only one chapter in it, and it was "Liezi Yufeng Xing Hollow Heart Method", which was exactly what he dreamed of! With this mental method, he would be able to cultivate the unity of body and sword! The article was not long, only a few hundred words. He remembered it at a glance, but he felt that the words were fine and tugged at the heartstrings.

When he looked back, the old man was already immersed in the "Overview of the Daozang". After a long time, the old man said to himself, "What is qi, and how can I make the dantian hot?"

Ye Haotian knew that the elderly's essence was exhausted, and it was extremely difficult to refine qi, and ordinary people were able to build a foundation, and the elderly would probably be difficult to succeed in a year. So he took out a pill he had refined to replenish the Zhongzhong and Nourishing Qi, handed it to the old man, and said, "Take this and try it." ”

The old man took the pill, approached his nose and smelled it, feeling a faint fragrance. looked up at Ye Haotian again, and all he saw was sincerity. So he didn't hesitate to put the pill in his mouth.

Half an hour later, the old man suddenly got up and bowed deeply to Ye Haotian, and said with infinite emotion: "I really want to thank my nephew, I feel that my body is light and my strength is abundant, just like I am more than ten years younger, and my dantian is warm, it seems that I can cultivate Dandao." ”

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One afternoon when it was almost the end of the year, Ye Haotian finished reading all the old man's collection of books, and came to Tiger Hill in his spare time.

Tiger Hill is located in the northwest suburbs of Suzhou City, according to legend, Wu Wangfu sent his father to bury his father here in the Spring and Autumn Period, three days after the burial, there is a white tiger standing on it, so it is called Tiger Hill. Tiger Hill mountains and rivers are connected, pavilions are scattered, the palace is uneven, the flying pavilion is over the cliff, there is the saying of "nine suitables" and "three uniques" to enjoy the scenery, the mountain is unique, the scenery is unique, the pool is more unique, spring, summer, autumn and winter, cloudy, sunny, rainy and snowy, all four seasons are suitable. It also has the inscription poems of celebrities in the past dynasties, coupled with the rendering of myths and legends, so that it also has the reputation of "the first scenic spot in Wuzhong".

The main gate of Tiger Hill is the Broken Beam Palace, and you can reach the "Thousand People Stone" by entering the Sword Stone and the True Niang Tomb. There is a sword pond in the "other cave" after the stone of a thousand people, and there are historical sites such as the white lotus pond, the nodding stone, the Yunyan Temple, the cold incense pavilion, the third spring, the Sun Wuzi Pavilion and the Tiger Hill Tower. Tiger Hill has been a tourist attraction since ancient times, and every stone and tree on the mountain has beautiful legends.

Tiger Hill attracted Ye Haotian's interest the most than the "Sword Pool". According to ancient records, the tomb of Helu is under the sword pool. Entering the pool, "there is no cave in the sky", as if being in the precipice and ravine, makes people suddenly feel that "the pool is dark and cold", "the empty mountain sword is deep". The sword pond is long and narrow, shaped like a sword, and the water depth is about two meters. The two walls are steep, rising from the ground, and there are many ancient inscriptions on the stone cliffs. Because the tomb of King Wu Lu is buried under the pool, it has put a veil of mystery on the sword pool.

It is rumored that King Wu once buried a sword in the sword pool. Ye Haotian always thought that it was just a legend, and he never wanted to walk in the sword pool, but the psychic jade on his chest gradually became hot. "Is there really a sword?" he felt a fever in his heart. Walking slowly along the sword pool, the Tongling Jade is getting hotter and hotter. On the flat ground twenty feet behind the sword pool, he stopped! It turned out that the treasure was not buried in the depths of the sword pool, but outside the sword pool! When he looked up, he saw that it was already slanting westward, and there was still some time before it got dark, so he made a note of the position and decided to come back in the evening.

In winter, the days are very short, and it doesn't take long for dinner to get dark. Ye Haotian chatted with the old man for a while and went back early to rest. About two o'clock, the night was silent and there was no moon, and he floated to Tiger Hill. Due to his profound skills, he can already see the road clearly without the light, so it is easy to find the sword pool. He first set up a small formation around to prevent someone from entering, and then began to dig freely. It didn't take long for him to dig up a row of huge sarcophagi. When I opened it, there were no remains inside, but it was full of swords, and the number was so large that I am afraid that there were really as many as the legendary three thousand. What's even more rare is that the thousand-year-old sword has not had a trace of rust.

He put all the swords into his bag, thought about it, put some back, and thought: "The historical heritage cannot be monopolized by me alone, and I have to leave something for future generations." Otherwise, hundreds of years later, the world will think that King Wu is a vain person, and he will be a little wronged by the ancients. Then he buried the sarcophagus as it was, and the ground was decorated to look similar to the surroundings, and then the formation was removed.

After a little counting, he found that with the addition of the ones found on the mountain, there were about 1,800 swords in the Qiankun Treasure Bag. It's useless for him to come with so many swords, so it's better to open a sword shop and sell them. Suzhou is one of the richest places in the world, and the sword shop is located here.

"Tiejia Ironware", the smallest blacksmith shop in Suzhou City, has only one guy and a swordsmith. The guy was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and his face showed sophistication beyond his age. The swordsmith was not very old, about twenty-four or five, his face was black and red, his body was sturdy, and he looked quite simple.

Ye Haotian looked at the swords sold in the store and found that the quality was quite good, and it was already considered superior in Suzhou. Probably because the swordsman is too young to create a signboard, so the business is not too good.

One of the guys waited carefully beside him: "Guest officer, you see that this sword is good, can you buy one?"

Ye Haotian smiled: "What's your name, what do you call your master?"

The guy replied: "Villain Baosheng, my shopkeeper's name is Tie Zhongtang, although he has just graduated from the school, his skills are first-class. He gave a thumbs up.

Ye Haotian took out two swords dug out of the ground and handed them over, saying, "Take them to the master and see if he can build them." ”

Bao Sheng ran in and said a few words to the sword master. The swordsman stopped, took the two swords in his hand and looked at them carefully, and after a while, he walked out and said with a solemn expression: "Sir, you are an ancient treasure, the craft of forging swords has been lost, and the small shop can't build it." ”

Ye Haotian said with a smile: "I was fortunate enough to read an ancient book, which has Ou Zhizi's sword heart recipe, I will write it, you can see if it is useful." ”

The swordsman looked for pen and ink in disbelief. Ye Haotian waved it and handed it to the sword master after writing. There are only more than 200 words in the heart formula, which talks about the control of the furnace fire, the refining of iron essence, and some strange recipes.

The sword master looked at it for a while, and suddenly his expression changed greatly, his hands and feet trembled, and he shouted: "Yes, so that's the case! Now the sword is much more flexible! Well, and this sharpness ......."

After sighing for a long time, the sword master put down the sword and bowed to Ye Haotian, and said very gratefully: "Mr. gave me a rare ancient recipe, if you give me a teacher, please accept my worship!"

Ye Haotian hurriedly helped him up and asked, "Why don't you open a big store?"

The sword master said: "I haven't been a teacher for a long time, I have no reputation, and I have no capital, so I have to get a small shop first and develop slowly." ”

Ye Haotian said: "I have a batch of swords, the quality is similar to what you just saw, I want to ask you to help me sell it, and the silver sold will be divided into two percent for you." ”

Tie Zhongtang hurriedly said: "No, no, it is the best sword, one can be sold for 100,000 taels of silver." I don't dare to ask for twenty percent, half of it is enough. ”

"Then let's do it. Ye Haotian finally said.

He saw that the small shop was too shabby, took out 10,000 taels of silver tickets and handed them to Tie Zhongtang, and said, "Change to a big store and decorate it well." After the New Year, I will transport the sword and it will be ready to open. ”

Tie Zhongtang agreed.

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, a new weapons shop was opened on the most popular street in Suzhou, called "Suzhou Shenjian Fang".

Because of the location and the name of the city, many people go sightseeing. Ye Haotian also went.

Three big men squeezed into the store from the crowd, and shouted as if no one was around: "You dare to call the divine sword, bring it to the uncle!"

Before the young men stepped forward to greet him, one of them had already rushed up to take the sword in his hand, and shook it and said, "The sword is good, but the sword is not even a sword!"

Bao Sheng hurriedly greeted: "Uncle, those are just ordinary products, the real divine sword is here." Then beckoned the three of them to the counter on the other side. As far as the eye can see, there are five swords in the cabinet, the style is simple, and the scabbard is engraved with delicate patterns.

Bao Sheng took a sword and handed it over.

The sword was unsheathed, the cold light was shining, and the room seemed to be a little colder. The big man took out his matching knife and slashed at the sword, and when he heard the sound of "ding", the sword was intact, but the thick broad-backed broadsword was broken in two. "Ahh

The other still didn't believe it, so he took out his sword and said, "Let me try." My sword cost five thousand taels of silver, and it was quite sharp. As he spoke, he cut it down gently. There was no sound this time. He lifted his sword and saw that there was a deep notch in it, and the other one was still intact.

The people around gathered one after another and asked, "How to sell it, how much silver?"

"Our store has just opened, and it is auspicious, 50,000 taels of silver. Bao Sheng replied in a crisp voice.

"Fifty thousand taels?" Many people just watched eagerly, but no one said it was expensive, and no one stepped forward to buy it for a while.

"Give me a handful. A gorgeously dressed young man said and took out a silver ticket, not even meaning to make a counteroffer.

"I want all four left," said an old man in ordinary clothes, handing over 200,000 taels of silver tickets.

"Anything else? I'll ask for my uncle, he likes to collect swords, and if he knows about it, he'll buy them. Someone from behind came up and asked.

Baosheng said while lighting the silver ticket: "The next batch will be released in half a month, please come early then." The crowd refused to disperse, and later even sold a few of the swords that Tie Zhongtang had forged himself.

The business of the Divine Sword Workshop was booming, and Ye Haotian himself was not idle.

These days, he has almost comprehended the "Liezi Yufeng Xing Hollow Heart Method", and decided to leave Suzhou and find a desert where no one is located to practice the art of body and sword integration.

At the time of parting, Wang Xianchen handed him a folding fan and advised: "I have some friends who are officials in Beijing, and I will give a few thin noodles when I see a fan." If you want to become an official in the imperial examination, you might as well go find them. Then he said the names of a few people.

Ye Haotian silently said it a few times and remembered it in his heart, and then patted his horse and headed southeast.

It didn't take long to come to the sea, which was a wilderness formed by the alluvial sediment of the Yangtze River, and the sediment was still very soft because it had just formed. He first brushed up on his trick of resisting the wind, and then flew over the soft sand. He felt his body getting lighter and lighter, and gradually he actually floated in the air. With a little luck, the speed of floating suddenly increased, and it flew out for more than ten miles in a moment. He turned in the air and flew towards the sea. After flying for fifty miles, I felt that my true qi was consumed quickly, so I quickly turned around and flew back. When he landed on the ground, he almost exhausted the true yuan, and it took a long time to recover, and he felt scared when he thought about it. It seems that there is still no way to rush it.

This was followed by a rehearsal of the Edgeworth's flight of the Primitive. Yuanying's cultivation has always been very thrilling, and it generally needs someone to protect the Fa. He is now alone, and the formation cannot be expanded indefinitely, so he can only take out the turtle mirror and use the three-flavor true fire to penetrate the mirror and observe the movements around him. He found the East and the South calmer, while the West and the North were rather sinister in comparison.

He attached the Yuan Ying to the flying sword, and the flying sword flew to the southeast. Yuanying is the body of pure yang, not as heavy and turbid as the body, so it is not difficult to fly at all, and after a while, it will fly hundreds of miles, and when you look down, there is a vast sea under your feet, and the smoke is vast and boundless. The sun is warm overhead, and the white clouds are around you. He enjoyed the wonderful scene in front of him to the fullest, and suddenly understood the reason why everyone wanted to be a god. What the gods pursue is superhuman ability, in fact, it is the freedom of expansion, and it is for that feeling of freedom that some people have no regrets in their lives.

After flying for a while, he felt that Liezi's mental method had been applied freely, and the cooperation between Yuan Ying and the flying sword was also perfect, so he took Yuan Ying and the flying sword back. At this time, he had already jumped from the ninth level of the real human world to the thirteenth level of the Manifestation Extreme Wind Heaven.

The refining of qi and transforming the gods has already been completed, and the further cultivation is to refine the gods and return them to the void, that is, to turn the primordial gods into the void and enter the ethereal realm, so that they will have the ability to soar in vain, and they can soar freely like birds.

He kept thinking in his heart, although he was not tired of the world, it would not be a good thing if he could go to the fairy world to see it.

In early spring and February, the red apricots are first appearing, the smoke and rain are falling, and the grass is green.

Ye Haotian strolled on the West Lake Su Causeway with an umbrella.

The Su Causeway starts from Nanping in the south, connects the wind and lotus of the Quyuan in the north, traverses the north and south, and is five miles long. When Su Shi was the governor of Hangzhou, he dredged the West Lake and took the lake mud and grass to build the Su Causeway. There are Yingbo, Suolan, Wangshan, pressing embankment, Dongpu, and crossing the Hongliu Bridge on the embankment, which is simple and beautiful. Flowers and trees are planted all over the embankment, peach red and willow green, and the scenery is charming.

He walked slowly, the West Lake in the mist seemed to have just woken up, the new willows were like smoke, the birds were singing, the water was rippling, the sails were dotted, the mountains were empty, and the green was green. "Spring Dawn at Su Causeway" is really worthy of the first of the "Ten Views of West Lake".

West Lake is always a poem, a natural picture, a beautiful and moving story, whether it is a person who has lived here for many years or a tourist who passes by in a hurry like Ye Haotian.

He took back his umbrella, let the drizzle fall on his face, and lost himself in the boundless spring.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the piano in the distance, such as complaints, such as crying, such as admiration, and the aftersound was endless. The drizzle and the sound of the piano whimper, make people only feel that the mist is cold and the spring sorrow is endless.

He listened attentively and found that the sound of the piano came from a painting boat in the distance. The sound of the piano kept coming, and it turned out to be Su Xiaoxiao's famous song: "The concubine lives on the Qiantang River, and the flowers fall and bloom, regardless of the year." The swallow is in the mud * to go, and there are a few bursts of yellow plum rain in the screen window. Diagonally inserted the jade comb cloud half spit out, the sandalwood board was tapped, and the "Golden Wisp" was sung. There is nowhere to find the dream of broken clouds, and the night is cool and the moon is born in Nanpu. ”

The sound of the piano is tactful, touching, endlessly sad, and endlessly sad.

Ye Haotian felt a pain in his heart when he heard this, and couldn't help but raise his hand to break off a willow branch, twist out a willow flute, put it between his lips, and put a poem of Li He's words: "Youlan dew, like crying eyes." There is nothing to knot, and the fireworks are unbearable. The grass is like a tree, and the pine is like a cover. The wind is the garment, and the water is the pei. Oil-walled car, West Chamber. Cold green candles, glorious labor. Under Xiling, the wind blows and rains. ”

The sound of the flute is curling, a thousand regrets, all kinds of pity.

The playing was not finished, but seeing that the painting boat was gradually moving closer, a crisp voice came: "The meeting of Pingshui, the flute and the sound are actually fate." I don't know if the son can move on the boat, but taste the fragrant tea and take a breath. ”

As he spoke, the painting boat had already docked.

Ye Haotian was concerned and stepped into the blue boat.

Standing beside the boat was a dreamlike beautiful woman, about twenty-eight years old, with eyebrows like green feathers, muscles like snow, waist like locks, and teeth like shells.

Ye Haotian was stunned.

The woman smiled, lightly opened her lips and said, "Son, please come in and sit inside." ”

Ye Haotian collected his mind and followed him in.

The cabin is small, but spotlessly clean, extremely elegant, and from time to time through wisps of musky orchid fragrance.

The woman said: "I heard the sound of the son's flute, it is elegant and touching, but I don't see where the flute is?"

Ye Haotian leaked a willow flute from the crack in his hand, and the woman's eyes lit up, and she was surprised: "It's unimaginable that Gongzi can play such an immortal song with a willow flute!"

Ye Haotian arched his hand and said: "Miss's piano sound is superb, and the aftermath is lingering in my ears so far!"

While speaking, a delicate little girl gave a fragrant tea, Ye Haotian took a sip, but felt full of fragrance, it turned out to be a superb Biluochun.

The woman handed over a jade flute, her eyes were clear, she looked at him and said, "The concubine wants to reunite with the son, I don't know if the son agrees?"

Ye Haotian took the jade flute, tried his best to withdraw his gaze from the other party's mutton fat white jade-like arm, stared at the jade flute, and found that the flute was actually made of the best beautiful jade, the color was pure white, the hand was warm and not cool, and it was rare in the world.

The woman sat upright and stroked the piano, twisted lightly and slowly, and played a song "Autumn Thoughts on the Dressing Table".

Ye Haotian brought the flute close to his lips and played it at will, the tune was inexplicable, but the flute sound was beautiful, the flute was compatible, smooth and natural, as if the two had worked together for a long time.

The sound of the piano flute gradually increased, and suddenly the woman sang with the piano: "Tonight, he is in the middle of the boat, and today he is said to be in the same boat as the son......"

The voice is graceful and tactful, like hearing the sounds of heaven.

After a long time, the singing of the qin and flute subsided.

Ye Haotian sat still, his soul had already flown out of the sky, and there was a beautiful singing voice echoing in his ears, only to feel that the song revealed endless resentment, and there was too much sorrow in the woman's eyes, and she couldn't help but ask: "Miss has any grievances, but please speak, I am willing to help!"

The woman smiled hard: "Today, I will meet you, the piano and flute will sound harmoniously, and the wish of my life is enough." May the son take care, a long journey, and all the best. After speaking, there was a faint meaning of sending off a guest on his face, and his eyes were misty and seemed to hope that Ye Haotian would stay for a moment longer.

Ye Haotian saw that the other party refused to speak, so he had to sigh secretly and get up to say goodbye.

As he walked out, his legs felt as heavy as lead.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a woman's soft voice behind me: "Childe is slow." The concubine wants to send this flute to the son. This flute is not ordinary...... Only Childe deserves it. ”

Ye Haotian did not refuse, he took it in his hand, and then reached into his heart to find something to repay him, but he had no choice but to fill his bag with a sword, but he couldn't find an item suitable for gifting.

Seeing his embarrassed face, the woman said faintly: "Just ask the son to give the willow flute to the concubine...... I'll keep it well......" As he spoke, a layer of worry appeared on his face, and Ye Haotian's heart trembled.

Walking far away, Ye Haotian was still resentful, full of fog, and couldn't let go. When he looked back, Lan Zhou was there, and he vaguely saw the woman's wonderful figure, as if he had been watching him leave.

For the next half month, he wandered around West Lake every day, looking around. The remnants of the snow on the broken bridge, the clouds in the twin peaks, the wind in the sky of Wushan, the moon in the three pools, the evening bell in Nanping, and the wind and lotus in the Quyuan left his figure everywhere, but he never saw the woman again.

On February 15, Ye Haotian had to leave Hangzhou and return to Chang'an.

Because the Qingming Festival is coming, the children's test is after the Qingming Festival. He is determined to win the imperial examination, and is ready to go from a child to a Xiucai until he is a jinshi, and then he will enter the official career. This is my father's last wish, and it is also a way to find out the reason for the Su family's annihilation.

Even if he becomes an immortal, he must solve this matter step by step, otherwise he will not be at peace for the rest of his life.

Passing through Changsha, Ye Haotian decided to go into the city to have a look. The ancient city is still the same, the city walls are towering, the flag is hunting, and the wind is waving. Several teenagers are placing paper kites in the open space, colorful and flying high in the sky.

Walking along the street you once walked, the further you go, the more deserted you become. When I arrived at the old site of Su Mansion, there were only a few old people left in the bustling streets playing with small stalls, and there were very few pedestrians passing by. As far as the eye can see, the original tall mansion of the Su Mansion has disappeared, leaving only broken ruins, messes, overgrown weeds, and barren. A few crows are "croaking", as if to tell people that there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and people have good and bad luck.

Ye Haotian stopped in front of a small stall selling pastries.

The old man at the stall beckoned: "Little brother, sit down and rest for a while!"

Ye Haotian turned over and dismounted, found a low stool to sit down, asked for a few pastries, and asked casually: "Old man, where is the place in front, why is it so desolate?"

The old man glanced at it, shook his head and sighed: "That's the famous Su family, who doesn't know Changsha City? Who would have thought that there was a fire two years ago, and no one escaped." The fire burned for three days! Half a month later, someone went in to inspect it, but when they came home, they died. It wasn't until half a year later that the government came forward to inspect it. You don't know how miserable it is! There are so many bones all over the ground that you can't tell anyone, so you have to be buried together. ”

Ye Haotian endured his grief and asked, "Where are you buried?"

The old man pointed with his hand and said, "There, it's in the middle of the original Su Mansion." ”

Ye Haotian couldn't calm down anymore, and his mind was full of white bones. He casually gave the old man a few taels of silver, and asked the old man to wrap each of the pastries in paper. Then he turned and left, and went to the distance to buy some incense, candles, and paper.

In the middle of the night, there is a waning moon hanging in the sky, and the sky is not very dark. He came to the ruins of Sufu, walked among the weeds for a long time, and found a large grave. The mound is three feet long, and the artemisia thorns are all over it. He plucked the weeds and thorns, laid out pastries in front of the grave, sprinkled a circle of water and wine, lit incense and paper, and could not help but fall to his knees and burst into tears.

It was quiet, and there was no ghost. I think it's a family full of people who have already been overborn.

He took out the tortoise mirror and inspected it with his full samadhi true fire. As a result, the children who appeared in the mirror were one or two years old, sleeping peacefully in the arms of their parents. He didn't carefully discern which was his own parents. If you are reincarnated as a human being, your kinship will be cut off, and you will not know each other when you drink Meng Po tea. He didn't want to disturb his family's peaceful new life, he just wanted to help them add some yin gong and let them have a safe life.

When I was sad and sad, I suddenly heard the sound of someone approaching in the distance, and a smug laugh came: "Hehe, after waiting for so many days, someone finally took the bait!" ”

In the blink of an eye, five or six men in black came to the front.

A shrill voice said: "Boy, there is a way to heaven, you don't go, hell has no door to come! We have waited for two years, and finally we have waited for a living person!" After speaking, he stabbed him in the chest with a sword.

Ye Haotian stretched out his hand and snatched the sword, and shouted in a low voice: "Who are you?"

A strong man led by raised his hand to release a firework, and shouted: "Sumen Yu, ask so much what to do!" After speaking, he beckoned, and everyone swords came up together, slashing towards Ye Haotian's hands and feet, looking like they wanted to catch a living mouth.

Ye Haotian looked at their teeth and claws, and was resentful in his heart, and said angrily: "I don't bother to ask again, ordinary little minions, forgive you for not knowing the inside story." At the same time, he secretly prayed to the sky: "Dad, mother, grandfather, see that I have avenged you!" At that moment, ten fingers flicked in succession, and at the interval point to everyone's Yin Tang acupoint. Pointing to the wind, several people immediately fell to the sky, unable to get up again.

He held up the turtle mirror to observe the surrounding movements, but saw the shadows of several people in the mirror, and there were ** people galloping here, among which two or three people could sweep more than ten feet on the ground, and they seemed to be masters in the early stage of the real world or close to the real world.

He looked carefully and found no masters who had reached the middle stage of the real human realm, so he was not afraid, and stood there waiting, and secretly said in his heart: "I will start killing today, and first destroy a few little demon festival families!"

In a moment, two people had already arrived, one after the other, and they clamped Ye Haotian one after the other.

After a while, the rest of the people had also arrived and surrounded Ye Haotian.

Ye Haotian spread a qi around his body, his eyes flashed, and he shouted: "Who are you?

He asked several times, but no one answered.

The people approached step by step, smiling fiercely as if they were vicious.

Ye Haotian gathered ten percent of the body's protective qi and blocked everyone away.

The first two rushed a few times and failed to break through the gangqi, so they sacrificed flying swords one after another.

Ye Haotian shook his hand and sacrificed his flying sword.

Three swords flew in the air, and in just a moment, two of them broke into four and fell from the sky like dead fish.

Ye Haotian continued to urge the flying sword, turned into a silver light, and went straight to everyone.

Seeing that the situation was not good, those men hurriedly fled in all directions.

The flying sword was as fast as lightning, and it spun around in the air a few times, cutting off several heads! Only two people with higher skill escaped from the circle!

Ye Haotian urged the flying sword to pursue one of them, and he hurried towards the other. He carried the "Liezi Resisting the Wind" mental method through the air, rushed to the man's side, stretched out his sword, and gently cut it between his neck, the sword was extremely sharp, like cutting tofu.

The man's head had already hit the ground, and his body rushed forward a long way before he fell down. A fist-sized Yuan Ying flew out, Ye Haotian shot ruthlessly, and swung his sword to cut Yuan Ying into two sections.

At this moment, a scream was heard in the distance, and the flying sword he sacrificed also slashed another person a hundred paces away.

Ye Haotian saw that the person's Yuan Ying was hiding behind a big tree, ready to sneak away. So he flew over and grabbed him, pinched Yuan Ying's neck and asked, "Who are you?

Yuan Ying trembled and said the word "Nine Yin", and suddenly saw a black cloud floating in the sky, and immediately closed his mouth.

Ye Haotian looked up at the sky, and saw that the black cloud was far away in the sky, the form was terrifying, the demonic aura was extremely heavy, and it was coming quickly.

He knew in his heart that he must have a cultivation above the Scattered Immortal to be able to transform into a black cloud, so he immediately made a decision, smashed the Yuan Infant with one finger, and carried ten percent of the Column Mind Method, flew out more than a hundred zhang along the shadow of the broken wall, hid in a dark corner, and quickly moved the weeds and stones around, and set up a small formation, hiding the entire body.

As soon as the cloth was finished, a black shadow swept in front of him with a yin wind.

The yin wind was howling, and the black shadow flew around in the air a few times, and seeing that there was no one around, he had to stop, stood on the broken wall and scolded angrily: "Grandma's, you escaped very quickly!" As soon as he lowered his head and saw more than ten corpses on the ground, he immediately said hatefully: "A group of waste!

Ye Haotian looked fixedly, wanting to see the face of the black shadow. It's a pity that the black shadow is shrouded in a shroud from head to toe, and nothing can be seen.

The black shadow cursed wildly as it flew around. After a long while, he still didn't see a single figure, and he stomped his feet angrily: "Damn, it's a ruthless shot, it's a character! Don't let me touch it!" After speaking, he walked away.

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