Su Jingan was increasingly unable to see through Chu Xingyun, but without hesitation, he slowly lowered the Qinglan Guqin in his hand, retreated, and stood quietly on the side with curiosity.

Chu Xingyun sat upright, and his breath suddenly changed. His eyes closed slightly, as if he was trapped in endless memories.

At this moment, the moonlight drooped lightly, and mottled spots were printed through the gaps in the leaves.

Chu Xingyun was wearing a black robe, with a full face and a strong jade spirit. His sleeves were dancing without wind, and he flew like a flowing cloud, like a peerless painting. This made Su Jingan's pupils shrink slightly. He could see the vicissitudes of the world from Chu Xingyun.

It seemed that the handsome young man in front of him was a melodious history and an ancient stream in the long river.

Chu Xingyun gently raised his hand and pointed to the strings of the piano. A faint sound of the piano slowly rang out, echoing in the forest, causing all the sounds to come to an abrupt end and a quiet area.

The wonderful piano rhyme. Su Jingan was stunned for a moment. The piano rhyme seemed quick and slow, light and clear, making him look amazing. Especially the playing technique, he actually felt familiar and unfamiliar.

The sound of the piano was continuous, like resentment and complaint, with a hint of sorrow, penetrated into Su Jing'an's mind, causing him to unconsciously close his eyes and wander in the artistic conception of the piano.

In the hazy mood, Su Jingan saw a man in green. He carried the guqin and wandered around the world, with a chic all over the world. But what puzzled Su Jingan was that he could not see the man's face clearly, but he felt extremely familiar.

The man traveled around the world, played the piano and played the world, and his life was simple and ordinary. Until one day, he met a gentleman in a brothel.

Su Jingan could not see the face of the Qing Gongren, but he could feel from the artistic conception that the Qing Gongren's dance posture was full of spirituality. Every time he showed and moved, he felt intoxicated.

He did this, and the man was like this, so the man helped the Qing Gong redeem her and took her by her side, playing the piano, dancing her sleeves, and walking together in the world.

Time passed, and the man fell in love with the Qing Gongren. His piano sound began to become hot and his love was strong. However, he did not speak out his love.

It is because the man's identity is particularly noble and he is the best man, and he has attracted the attention and respect from countless people. However, the woman is just a gentleman with a low life experience. Even if she has a very high talent, she cannot be accepted by everyone.

Men attach great importance to secular concepts and have never been able to overcome this barrier. They can only hide their love deep in their hearts. The two of them are still walking together and still appreciating, but that love has never been able to see the light of day.

Until one day, the man and the woman entered a dangerous place and died unfortunately. The woman died on the spot in order to save the man, and her body was gone.

When the woman died, the man looked at the woman's face, tears fell down and mourned, but he still couldn't express the love in his heart.

Seeing this scene, Su Jingan's heart twitched inexplicably, and he felt a sense of confusion. Even he didn't even know that his eyes were filled with tears, and they dripped across his face and dripped onto the ground.

Since then, the man sat on the cliff wither, looking at the place where the woman died, playing the piano every day and sighing every night. His piano sound was no longer unrestrained, nor was there any enthusiasm, only the endless sorrow and regret.

Su Jingan integrated into the piano realm. He was like a spectator, truly experiencing the man's sorrow and parting. The sorrowful sound of the piano resonated with him, and even made a graceful figure dancing with the piano appear in his mind.

Mu Zhao's junior sister Su Jingan murmured unconsciously. It was at this moment that the sound of the piano changed. He no longer complained, nor regretted it anymore. Instead, he became as rapid as a storm, revealing a strong sense of despair.

After the sound of the piano disappeared, the man in Su Jing'an's vision suddenly stood up, then jumped and fell into the cliff, and the sound of the piano completely disappeared.

The piano realm gradually faded, and Su Jingan slowly opened his eyes. He had not yet come back to his senses from the sorrow and despair he had just now. His eyes looked at Chu Xingyun, with a trace of confusion and he could not extricate himself.

This song is called Sizhao Qu, which was created by a close friend of mine. At this time, Chu Xingyun's voice sounded, and he gently stroked the Qinglan Guqin and recalled: After he handed this song to me, he threw himself into the abyss. Whenever I think of him, I would play this song to experience his sorrow, regret, and deep despair at that time.

Chu Xingyun's words made Su Jingan sigh helplessly. He had already learned everything from the piano realm, thinking about others, writing music, playing the piano every day, and finally dying of depression, which is indeed a pity.

However, he said something to me before he died.

Suddenly, Chu Xingyun raised his head and said to Su Jingan, "He said that this world is full of too many rules and regulations, and he regrets it. He let these rules and regulations bind himself and become unspeakable. He dared to face his true heart until his beloved dies in front of him.

If he could live a lifetime again, even if he was still separated from life and death in the end, he would break through all the shackles and embrace his beloved. This song of Song Zhao is the piano piece that he devoted all his life to, but he also hated this song the most.

Knock!

Su Jingan's eyes gradually magnified, and he couldn't help but take a step back half a step. His expression became extremely complicated, and he murmured: It's not only his lifelong efforts, but also his most hated song.

Seeing that Su Jingan was in deep thought, Chu Xingyun did not continue to speak, he stood up and quietly left here.

Before leaving, he turned around and looked at Su Jingan deeply.

The person who wrote this song "Si Zhao" is Su Jing'an. To be precise, it should be Su Jing'an from the previous life.

And that woman was Su Muzhao.

Thought Zhao song, one song of Thought Zhao.

All Su Jing'an's love, longing, and even pain for Su Muzhao are contained in this song of Thoughts. Su Jingan will feel familiar, which is natural, just because at this moment, he also loves Su Muzhao deeply.

The reason why Chu Xingyun played the song of Sizhao was that he didn't want to see the tragedy of that year happen again. The people who love each other were separated forever. He knew how painful it was.

Hope it can be helpful. Chu Xingyun stared at the bright moon in the night sky, muttered to himself in his heart, looking back with his eyes, but saw Su Jingan still standing in place, thinking deeply.

The next day, the east gradually became white.

Chu Xingyun and the other two had gathered together and continued to sweep towards the central area.

After a night of contemplation, Su Jingan looked a little tired, but when he looked at Chu Xingyun, his eyes were less confused and more confident, which made Chu Xingyun quite happy.

However, Chu Xingyun didn't say much.

The things about love are extremely complicated, and he has done everything he can do. If he says it directly, it will backfire. The best result is to let Su Jingan understand it by himself.

They rushed forward and walked, all three of them were speechless.

After some moments, a vast ancient city gradually emerged in front of Chu Xingyun's vision. The ancient city covers a wide area, as if it was hidden in the mountains, and it seemed particularly hidden.

Looking past the ancient city, right in front of you is the central peak, towering into the clouds, with a majestic and vast momentum.

The ancient city stood before the peak, like a natural chasm, separating both sides inside and outside. The Qixing Temple mentioned by the predecessor should be in the ancient city. Su Jing'an's tone was a little excited, but his expression became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: We have seen many ruins along the way, but we have never seen a city before.
Chapter completed!