In front of the piano, he suddenly magnified that glimmer of light: suddenly, like the wind on his sleeves, he suddenly flew with brilliance. The sound seems to pour down from the clouds on the top of the black stone cliff, and it seems to rush out from the bubbling mountain spring, jumping, lingering, and turning a thousand times. The flowers, birds, wind and trees all fell silent and listened as if they were silent, only the sun shone unwillingly lonely, as if dancing to the sound of the piano.

Leng Fengyi remembered that it was the first song that Chu Tao had taught her. Her stupid apprentice couldn't learn it even after three whole months of studying. In fact, she has never learned Chu Tao's calmness and detachment. The strings flickered. Feng Yi remembers that she always made a mistake here every time. And Chu Tao always flows from the desolate taste calmly, like his personality - at that time, his personality.

Feng Yi's sharpness gradually dissolved in the sprinkled tune. The only thing that can soften her heart is the sound of the piano.

But the sound was soon interrupted. A violent cough hit. Leng Fengyi squinted at it, and there was a real pain in her heart—how long had it been since she had looked at this face in detail? She really didn't expect Chu Tao to be so thin, it was rumored that his injury had not healed, but she couldn't have expected that this disease would be so thorough. She has seen Chu Tao's magnificent silhouette across the seas, and she has also seen the warmth of the moon before he spends his flowers. The smile that is most familiar with him is faint, but it is inadvertently shining with brilliance, such as Zhuyu, and the corners of his mouth are hooked with half an uncompromising stubbornness - only now he is still smiling, calmly, and gently, but like the dew of the sun, worrying that he will dim at any time, which makes people tremble.

"It's time for you to calm down and recuperate. She said.

"There's always a break. It's almost there. ”

"When?"

Chu Tao thought for a while before saying, "It should be the day you leave the south bank......

After being silent for a long time, she suddenly smiled as if she wanted to dissolve all her resentment: "Don't you just want me to go? When will I leave?"

"Tonight. ”

Chu Tao replied briskly, which made her even more embarrassed.

"Let's get together and disperse, and then play a song for me. She pushed the piano towards him.

"No gossip. Leng Fengyi learned the tone of his speech, "At that time, this song was here. I don't know how many people who know how much they remember! The song of the piano club, why don't you reproduce it?"

"Guanglingsan?"

She nodded and smiled, "You actually remember everything." ”

It's just that revenge is dead, the face is ruined, Guangling is flying snow, and the knife is killed, every allusion behind this song is clearly Leng Fengyi's deliberate design. Is it a deliberate warning or is it a scheming?

Chu Tao frowned deeply, he seemed to smell a strange murderous aura in the air: "Guangling scattered ......" he muttered and repeated, "This is not a parting song, but an ominous sound." It's a bit ......."

"Where you start, you end. Feng Yi choked up suddenly, but she said it clearly.

For the sake of prudence, another sentence was added: "After this song, ......"

"The two don't see each other. Feng Yi made a clear promise.

With a light pluck of the right hand and a sound with the left hand, the pure sound of the piano spreads leisurely, with a long aftertaste, hidden in a heavy and heavy taste. In an instant, the sound of the piano turned to a thick one, as if the various tastes were mixed together, stirring up an infinite number of emotions, like a string of ripples stirred up by the breeze, and more like an ancient book soaked in the world.

Feng Yi's tears poured down. But she just stood, looking at him proudly, as if she had been as sharp as she had seen him at first sight. In front of the piano, his sleeves were as windy, as chic and comfortable as he was back then. But the morning light at that time was much clearer and warmer after all.

The sound of the piano is unhurried and calm, but it is not the landscape of flowing clouds and water, but more like a huge storm brewing step by step. Every sound was a sonorous decision, without hesitation, and it was pressing step by step, forcing out Sen Senran's killing intent.

Suddenly, the strings thumped and reverberated with a buzzing sound. Feng Yi's eyebrows tightened, and then her eyes reflected a terrifying light—like a poisonous snake staring at its prey in silence in the depths of the dense forest.

The moment he touched the string, his fingers ached, and he knew that it was too late. Subconsciously, he saw that the tip of his right middle finger was scratched a deep bright red. Incredibly, blood was falling on the surface of the piano drop by drop. If you look closely at the rarely used strings, the strings are covered with extremely thin blades and glow with a strange green light. Where are the strings, they are clearly murder weapons!

Yu Guang saw that Leng Fengyi was looking at him with mean eyes, whether it was disdain or ridicule, it was more like the hatred in his bones.

He has fallen into an elaborate trap. Suddenly, he realized it, and smiled softly with relief, and actually stroked the strings again.

It doesn't matter if it's success or failure, and it doesn't matter if it's life or death. One heart, one song, one thought. So, calm your mind and put aside all the clutter or pain. The interrupted note continued calmly. Flip out the changing rhythm as if nothing had happened. It's just that every string is mottled with blood. The blood clotted into dark red beads, which piled up into long blood lines. The blood condensed into the sonorous sound of the piano.

In the sorrow of the spear, the killing spirit was open, and the sorrow that was thicker than before collided fiercely in the song, the fingertips flew and jumped, and the strings trembled rapidly, just like the thousands of horses galloping and facing the confrontation of thousands of arrows. Sad but no complaints, sad but not hurt, the sound of the piano turned into a sword, iron bones, breaking all obstacles. Years of resentment and forbearance, years of killing and fighting, all entrusted to Qinyin.

The song of chivalry cannot be made without chivalry.

Suddenly, the sound shook, and the heavens and the earth fell silent.

The hatred seemed to be diluted, and she couldn't stop crying.

Unexpectedly, he used this injured hand to play an impassioned sound.

"Miscalculated, Feng Yi. He tried his best to breathe, but the numbness that came from the injured fingertips suddenly encroached on his entire arm along the veins, and then into his heart, and finally his whole body seemed to be drained of strength. Eventually, he collapsed at the table. The old wound on his chest was tearing and painful, and he had no choice but to press his heart with one arm to barely relieve the pain.

"You already know ......," Feng Yi cried, "you know that string has been manipulated by me." Yes, that blade can't hurt you, but that string is soaked in poison, and once it is contaminated, it can quickly kill people. ”

"I expected you to kill you, but I didn't expect it to be this qin. You have just played the Changhe Yin several times to avoid this string, and you chose Guangling San precisely because you know my habit of playing this song—where you are agitated, you will eventually touch this string. Good plan!" He was still pressed to his chest, but there was a smile in his eyes. It's just that the miserable smile reflects the gray of his face. The breath became more and more difficult to control, and his pain became deeper and deeper: "It's just...... Who gave you this poison?"

Feng Yi raised her head to stop her tears, but she couldn't help sobbing: "Why don't you stop knowing that you have fallen into a trap?"

"The song that has been missed is the end, and it should always end well. His eyebrows were stretched, his eyes were shining, and his smile was as warm and charming as it had been back then. It's just that his breath has gradually weakened. He could temporarily seal the spread of the venom, but he couldn't control the Yin Qi that was stimulated by the poison, causing the old wound to tear. If you are not lucky enough to control the dangerous poison, you are afraid that you will immediately be violently poisoned and killed on the spot. Whatever the choice, the path is the same. But at this moment, he had to figure out a problem: there must be someone else behind Leng Fengyi - this is his fatal negligence.

Leng Fengyi slowly approached him, and when he was powerless to fight back, she pulled out the dragon sword at his waist and pressed it against his neck.

The pain is coming again, and the heart and lungs are shattering. His chest heaved violently from the difficulty of breathing, and sweat trickled down his sideburns: "Can you get your hands down?"

The blade of the sword pressed tightly against his neck, but Feng Yi sobbed even more sadly: "The people on the north bank have planned to cross the river to seek justice, and the people on the south bank are in turmoil. But no one would have expected that their Chu Sect would commit suicide here. His own sword, his own harp, and the place he is most familiar with. Impeccable. Even if I don't do it, you won't survive the sunset. It's not bad to make you less miserable. ”

Now that he has come here, although he is unwilling, he can only accept his fate. The weak voice said stubbornly: "Shen Yanfei asked you to do this, because it was rumored that I drove Qi Heng crazy......"

She acquiesced.

He finally smiled. waited hard for Shen Yanfei to come, but he really didn't expect that Shen Yanfei had already used Leng Fengyi in despair to lay a desperate trap for him. However, could this woman forget the sins suffered by Shen Yanfei and Li Luo in an instant?

The tight blade trembled for a while: "Why do you want to make such a bad move to drive Qi Heng crazy? If I don't kill you, I have no shame to return to Qi's house, if I die, kill you, sooner or later, the people of the south bank will break my body into ten thousand pieces, and I will also die." You know he's alive, you know he's a wreck, why don't you just let him go?"

Chu Tao sneered at her with sad eyes: "How can I have time to pay attention to that wretch!"

Feng Yi's heart was shocked, and she saw a flash of cold light, and the blade of the sword suddenly reversed, resting on her own neck.

At the critical moment, Chu Tao's eyes were quick, and he flew up and kicked her wrist, and the moment the hilt of the sword was taken off, he turned around and regained the sword.

She hatefully pounced on the deadly strings, but Chu Tao had already pushed the piano off the table one step ahead of her.

Suddenly, the piano flew straight out of the pavilion, fell down, and smashed into the boulder shallows under the cliff, fell again and again, tumbled, and shattered into many pieces, and a wave swept away, and the remnants were carried into the long river, and disappeared. Who would have thought that he wanted to entrust it to the person who knew the qin, but he made his own funeral. What is broken, is it just a piano?

With all his last strength, Chu Tao staggered and took a few steps back, suddenly like a jade mountain collapse, the building tilted, and he fell straight into the chair, not saying a word, not moving.

"Chu!" Feng Yi called him.

He just closed his eyes and looked up to the sky, as quiet as a white porcelain puppet, and as cold as ashes. After a long time, a glimmer of sparkle flashed in the corner of his eyes, slowly spreading and sliding over his cheeks.