The sound of the piano is endless, scattered into the wind, and Qi Wuhuo raised his eyes and saw it.

The evening breeze moves the wilderness, and the slanting moon is in the forest.

I immediately saw a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old walking out of the sedan chair.

The jade lotus in the crown is covered with purple silk, the red jade pendant is shaking the phoenix.

The bright eyes and white wrists are bright, and the steps are gorgeous, and the appearance is never seen.

The eyes flowed and shone brightly.

Qi Wuhuo looked calm and calm. I asked about his name and the girl told him the truth, calling himself Qiongyu. The two still had a close relationship and thought they had made friends. This took several months.

Before the big exam, the students had to go to the mountains and go to Taoist temples in various places to pray for their big exams and get a prize.

Qi Wuhuo followed his friends to the most famous Dingyan Peak outside the capital. The highest place was a Taoist temple, which was worshipped by the legendary goddess.

I heard that it is extremely effective. Most of the people who come here to make wishes can gain something.

Qi Wuhuo twisted three incense sticks and stepped into the hall.

The hall enshrined the goddess, with a layer of gauze covering her face. The entire hall was extremely high and could hardly see through the naked eye. Qi Wuhuo had no interest in seeing the so-called goddess' face.

But when he was about to burn incense, his eyes glanced to the side, but his expression suddenly faded. Others looked along the line of sight, but they saw that there was the maid next to the temple goddess, wearing blue clothes, holding Ruyi in her hands, drooping her hair, and smiling brilliantly and cunningly.

Qi Wuhuo stared at the maid in blue.

His face and charm are exactly the same as the one I see every night!

The Taoist priest next to him stopped seeing Qi Wuhuo's movements and asked:

"Why don't the young master burn incense, but stand here?"

Qi Wuhuo's expression remained unchanged, just said:

"I still don't know what the honorable title of this goddess is, so I have never burned incense."

The Taoist priest replied with a smile:

"Goddess Qiongyu."

Qi Wuhuo nodded slowly, straightened his spine, and inserted the incense into the incense burner:

"Qiongyu..."

That night, he was equal to where he met in the past. When he saw his friend again, the latter came to say goodbye to him and sighed: "I was just making friends with Qin, but since the young master knew my identity, it would be difficult for us to communicate in an equal way."

"I was originally a noble girl, but I died because I was framed by others. Because I practiced orthodox practices when I was young, I have not died until I died. After practicing for several years, I have been able to get a hundred miles of Yin Shen, so I met you."

Qi Wuhuo frowned slightly: "The mountain god...the god..."

"Can you really get immortality?"

Qiongyu shook her head and said:

"It's not considered immortality, it's just like a ghost, living."

"With your talent, you will surely be famous all over the world in the future."

"This volume is the method of nourishing the spirit I got in the Kixia Cave back then, and it was passed on to you and me to meet each other."

The girl stretched out her hand and pointed it at Qi Wuhu's eyebrows.

A mysterious and mysterious flavor that could not be expressed or written into his eyebrows, his spirit swayed slightly and had already dispersed.

I clearly felt that I opened my eyes in an instant, but it was the next morning. My clothes were covered with morning dew and there was no old friend in front of me. I felt sighing for a long time and turned around and left.

Later, Qi Wuhuo won the imperial examination in one go, and became the Jinshi and was appointed as the proofreader of the Secretariat. Later, because of his upright and cold personality, he chose the examination of [Corporate] and was transferred to Huainan County Magistrate for a year.

Seven years later, when Qi Wuhuo was twenty-five years old, he was promoted to the position of supervisory censor. Later, when he was thirty-six years old, he returned to Beijing and was promoted to the residence hall, and also signed the imperial edict.

Three years later, he left Beijing and was appointed as the governor of Tongzhou, and was promoted to the governor of Zhongzhou. He was welcomed and sent to the country, and was very nourishing. Because of his hunger experience when he was young, he was particularly kind to the people, and he built water conservancy, dug canals, and reduced tax burdens within his post. Most of his salary was used to help the people.

The people even carved stone tablets for him to record his merits.

After his later term expired, he was transferred to the position of governor of Bianzhou. At the age of 46, he was enrolled in the imperial city by Zhaozhao and served as the imperial capital Jingzhao Yin.

During this period, the family and country were in turmoil. During the Shenwu period, the emperor of the human race was fighting with the demon race. The generals of Zhulong tribe broke into the border and used the method of flying clouds and fog. The general of the Jiedushi was killed and someone needed to suppress the situation.

Qi Wuhuo has never formed a clique with others, so the task of dying like this naturally fell on him. He was appointed as the chief censor and went to command the army. After more than 20 years of walking outside, Qi Wuhuo also recognized many heroes. The heroes fought bravely in this battle, and the brave soldiers died, which took several years to destroy the demon kingdom.

He opened up more than 900 miles of borders and built three cities to suppress and resist the attacks of the demon clan with the formation of the three talents. The people on the frontier erected monuments for him on the original Holy Mountain of the demon clan.

After returning from triumphantly, his reputation became more and more prosperous. He was transferred to the Minister of Rites. Later, he accumulated merits and was promoted to the Minister of Revenue and the Censorate. Everyone claimed that he was a general and a prime minister, with a great reputation, and even surpassed the prime minister.

The prime minister was jealous and under the secret rumors, Qi Wuhuo was demoted and released to the governor. At this time, he still felt a sense of injustice in his heart. When he was playing the piano alone in the yard, he would hold down the strings and sigh long. He seemed extremely dissatisfied in his words and talk, and was very angry at the traitor.

Three years later, Qi Wuhuo was sent to Beijing again by signs.

This time, the Qing Dynasty was extremely famous and was recognized as the Pingzhangshi of the Secretariat of the Secretariat. He was in charge of the government with the Secretariat and the Secretariat. However, this time when he entered the capital, he was indifferent and sighed to his friends:

"When I was famous, the emperor suppressed me and supported the prime minister. Now the prime minister is powerful, so he will call me back."

"I'll find the other two people to check and balance with each other."

"In this court, they are just chess pieces of the emperor. Even if you want to do something for the people, you have to intrigue."

"Speaking of this, when I was young, my family didn't have much money. I only lived under a small hill. But I cultivated myself in spring, went to the mountains to enjoy the cool air in summer, and all kinds of wild fruits in autumn are really much more comfortable than now."

"I think I'm just as I was in the past, I'm so worried about going up the mountain to pick up firewood. I want to go back to my youth and play the piano by the bamboo forest. I really want to go back, but how can I go back? How could I go back..."

Qi Wuhuo is melancholy and can't speak.

After a few years, Qi Wuhuo was almost the number one scholar in the world, but there were rumors that he colluded with the frontier generals and wanted to make a mistake. The day before, the important minister who went to the palace and did not go to court was put into the imperial prison the next day. Qi Wuhuo looked cold and peaceful, and no longer cared about these things.

When the cruel officials holding sharp blades and chains kicked open the door and came in, the number one scholar in the world wearing cloth robe just ate a bowl of rice porridge with a calm eyes, and the wind and clouds were light, and the dozens of cruel officials had already stopped him.

Then I calmly tied up.

Because of his great achievements and fame, he was not killed, but was exiled to the wasteland.

The next emperor ascended the throne and immediately rehabilitated Qi Wuhuo. He summoned him to the capital and appointed him as the Minister of the Central Secretariat. He was the eldest princess and his wife. Qi Wuhuo politely declined. He once spoke in a plain tone with his disciples, and he was also the emperor's eyes and ears:

"The old emperor is going to die, and he wants to leave a sword for the next emperor."

"So he dismissed me and let his son rehabilitate me? He used me as a sword, and the emperor's mind was nothing more than that."

The young man said, "The imperial power is high, are you afraid?"

The old man with white hair still had deep eyes and smiled faintly, "I just feel bored."

Immediately, regardless of the boy's vague fear, I just asked casually:

"You don't like money and sex, don't like luxury, and don't like beauty."

"Maybe a word of name be broken?"

The smart and handsome boy replied after a long time: "I have never experienced the world and see everything in the world..."

"A word for a name will be destroyed in this life."

Qi Wuhuo drank and laughed loudly, but afterwards, he waved his sleeves and ordered his disciples to come out.

When the disciple walked out, he hurried to the palace and told everything Qi Wuhuo said. The emperor was always majestic, and no one knew the turbulent waves in the young emperor's heart. Later, unofficial history only used simple words to record the struggles and results in the emperor's heart on this day.

Emperor fears.

Send the guards out.

When these armored guards rushed into the luxurious mansion, the old man was sitting safely in the room, with his eyes closed, his momentum was as deep as a sea of ​​abyss, and everyone dared not move.

But he was already extinguished.

He was famous all over the world throughout his life, and he didn't know how much treasure he rewarded at home; and there were countless cars, horses, fields and houses.

The mansion is empty, and there is only one poem left on the wall.

Qi is not confused, has a straightforward nature, has a general and a prime minister, does not like poetry, and rarely retains it. This is the only sentence, which is a look back on his life.

“Seventy years have been in disarray.”

The cruel official suddenly felt that these six words were filled with sadness.

It's been a mess for seventy years...

In the outer city of the capital, Qi Wuhuo's soul walked out. He practiced the method of nourishing souls. When he died, his soul still existed. He had walked a hundred miles in one step. He saw the prosperity of the world, and the house where he studied hard was already ruined.

The mountain god Qiongyu, who had seen him when he was a teenager, appeared, as if he knew that Qi Wuhuo's fate had ended, and his eyes were faintly sad. At this moment, Qi Wuhuo had crane hair and chicken skin, and his face had old spots. Qiongyu was still as beautiful as a fairy and goddess as she saw decades ago.

"I'm already so old, but you're still like that back then."

Qi Wuhuo sighed and suddenly laughed:

"Can you get immortality in the world?"

This was the only meeting in decades, and the inquiry was the same as in the past.

But the emotions of inquiry are completely different.

The girl replied: "The flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water are visible and unavailable."

The old man with white hair and gray face played the piano. The music of the piano had moved the mountains, making the sea of ​​clouds surging. He had almost entered the Tao. After a song, the mountain peak was still the same.

Suddenly, I thought about my childhood experience and wanted to go back. What is the purpose of pursuing fame and fortune in the past seventy years? What is it for? Qi Wuhuo pressed the piano and whispered:

"For seventy years, the east wall hit the west wall."

"Now I'm packing up and returning..."

"Still, the water is connected to the sky."

When the song ends, the people are gone, and the eyes are closed and the soul is dispersed.

Only the mountains remain the same and the water flows endlessly, just like the past.

So, melancholy.

Suddenly someone pushed his shoulder hard.

It was as if I stepped onto a cliff in my dream and fell down, sweating all over.

Qi Wuhuo shivered and opened his eyes suddenly. He was in a daze when he saw an old man pointing at him and said with a smile: "Boy, just dream, why do you look like you want to cry?"

Qi Wuhuo was confused for a long time:

"Where is this? When is it?"

The old man laughed and scolded: "You can't recognize it anymore?"

"As for the time?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the stove, steaming, and replied:

"The sky is in full swing."

"The snow has not stopped."
Chapter completed!