Volume 4: Three thousand miles of beacon fire in the sky, one hundred, into Qingqiu

When a person goes from sleep to awakening, or from awakening to sleep, if he can have a little thought during this period, it must be the most important thing in his heart.

The non-grasping real person is now like a mortal, waking up at sunrise and perching at sunset every day. Regularity can make anyone go crazy, but detachment is not, he will go to the mountain to watch the sunrise every day at the moment he wakes up at sunrise, but the moment he climbs the mountain, what he sees is the sunset, so in his eyes, when the world is darkened, his consciousness is also quickly blurred, and then he falls asleep, and when he wakes up again, he is not on the top of the mountain, but in the wooden house under the mountain.

The wooden house was very simple, one, a table, a few books on the table, and the bed was quite large, because every time he woke up, there was another person sleeping on his bed. A very beautiful woman. Every time he woke up, the other party would kindly call out 'Husband', and then said, "Husband, are you going to climb the mountain to watch the sunset today?" ”

He never answered, because there was a voice in his heart that told him that it was all false, that it was false, that he could not believe it, and that there was also a voice in his heart that if he wanted to solve all this, only the sun in the sky could give him the answer.

A voice in his heart warned him not to trust anything from that woman, not to do anything for her. But every day passed, the voice in his heart would be a little distant.

"You have to get out of here quickly, get out of here, get out of ...... quickly"

Even this voice was still dim and weakened in his heart, but the anxiety in it never diminished, but became thicker and thicker.

But what does it take to get out of here, and who am I?

It's no longer clear in his non-attachment, he can still remember some of it, but slowly, his memory of himself is disappearing.

Finally, one day, he couldn't help but ask the woman, "Who are you?"

"Husband, I'm your wife, a month ago, you went up the mountain to collect medicine, and suddenly fainted, don't you remember me?

The woman spoke softly, much like a wife.

Shaking his head, his memory is very confused now. I vaguely felt that this woman's words could not be believed.

"Husband, I'll play a song for you, so you can remember. The woman said.

He hesitated for a while before he slowly responded: "Hmm"

This was strange to him, no matter what the woman said before, there would be a voice warning in his heart, but this time it was not.

The piano sounded.

Like a spring tinkling, gurgling and flowing, from the quiet deep mountains, flowing to the feet, and from the feet to the distance.

Memories also surged up in my heart at this moment along with the sound of the piano.

The White Bone Dao Palace, the Tianyan Palace, and the Extreme North Frozen Heavenly ......, all of these were recalled with the sound of the qin.

The expression on his face didn't change at all, because he knew that his Jihua had succeeded. In the unfrozen sky of the extreme north, so many people want to compete for the cold lotus, and he doesn't care about the loss of the cold lotus, because he already knew very well at that time that the woman playing the piano on the cliff in the east must be from Qingqiu Mountain.

The name Qingqiu Mountain was only known after the death of his master, and he originally only practiced in his heart, until the master died, and after being killed by Fa Yuan, he found that there was a handkerchief on the master's body, and the handkerchief was embroidered with a mountain half-hidden in the clouds, and the word Qingqiu was embroidered next to it.

He didn't know what Fa Yuan was killing Master for, if it was just because of that Lingchi, he didn't believe it in his heart, because Fa Yuan was not a narrow-minded person, not a person who was willing to be an inch of progress from now on, and his heart was proud. Others don't know, but he knows Fa Yuan's character very well.

He once said to the Patriarch of the Mid-Levels that he was going to kill Fa Yuan, but the purpose was not really to kill Fa Yuan, but to ask him some things, but in the end he couldn't make the trip, and he also found them when the other senior brothers went, hoping that they could ask Fa Yuan Weishenme to kill the master, but in the end they all died outside, at the hands of Fa Yuan.

This made it painful and sad for Bu Zhi, he knew that no matter what reason Fa Yuan had, he had to die, and his life had to be sacrificed.

Until he sent his disciple Qingyang out, this time, he didn't confess anything, he was afraid that because of his confession, he would let himself, a disciple who could inherit the Dao Palace, die in the hands of that Fa Yuan again, and handed over the heavy treasure of his vein to Qingyang's hands. And he himself came to the extreme north of the unfrozen sky, originally just to avoid it, but after coming to the far north of the unfrozen sky, he found the people of Qingqiu, so he decided to enter Qingqiu Mountain to investigate what his master had to do with Qingqiu.

But Qingqiu has always had only one rule, and only their own people can enter Qingqiu. So when the woman who hung the green hill on the mountain finally made a move, he chose to seal part of his memory in that piano sound.

It's just to seal part of the memory, and let part of the memory remain, and continue to confront the woman, the previous climb the mountain to watch the sunrise, but the memory of not being attached to the seal is constantly warning and confronting, which he deliberately left to let the woman in Qingqiu wear out, only in this way can she believe in herself.

Although Qingqiu is mysterious, no matter how mysterious it is, the outside world is not ignorant of them. If you don't cling, you know that every woman who comes out of Qingqiu, when she goes back, must be two people, and the other is naturally her husband, and the people who can attract the women who come out of Qingqiu, each of them is a masterpiece among people, and they all have their own uniqueness.

The end of a song.

The woman said, "Husband, do you remember?"

"I remembered. He said as if he was reminiscing.

In the sound of the qin just now, there is not only the memory of his own seal, but also another memory transmitted by this Qingqiu woman through the sound of the qin, that memory is that Buzhi is her husband, who has been together for more than ten years...... And the woman's name is Yuanyuan.

Yuanyuan is beautiful. She was equally pleased.

In Qingqiu Mountain, women are respected, but every adult Qingqiu girl has to go out of the mountain, and when she comes back, she must find her other half, and it must be two people who come back together, otherwise they will never come back.

Although the detachment in front of her does not seem to be the kind of handsome person, it is steady and reassuring, and she is determined, and it took her thirty or forty years to make him accept herself.

The woman in Qingqiu is looking for her other half, and it has never been a mutual love between the two people, but through her own transformation.

"Tomorrow, we'll go home. Yuan Yuan stepped forward and said happily with his arm around his unclasped arm.

He smiled and said, "Okay, let's go back." ”

In his heart, he thought, "I can finally enter Qingqiu Mountain, and I don't know if Master has ever been there...