Seeing the serious look of the group of people, Youruo looked at Xun'er and sighed, and said, "I'll make a fool of myself in a while, but don't tell anyone, or I'll ignore you for three months."

When Xun'er heard this, she quickly giggled and said, "What are you afraid of? It's not like you haven't played in front of me before. Just pretend that you are still in the small courtyard of No. 47 Tianjie."

In desperation, Youruo glanced at Shangguan Wushuang again and smiled bitterly: "Sister, do you also want to see Youruo make a fool of yourself?"

Shangguan Wushuang looked at her and said quietly: "Everyone sitting here is a relative. If anyone dares to laugh at you, I will be in trouble with her."

Youruo nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hands, and quietly placed them on the strings.

Following Li Xiuyuan's example, he gently adjusted the tune he liked, then lowered his head, thinking about playing that piece of music he liked.

As I thought about it, I felt like I was back at No. 47 Tianjie, sitting next to Li Xiuyuan, and listening to the song "Four Zhang Ji".

Thinking of this, Youruo couldn't help but sigh softly.

In the flower hall where everyone held their breath, this sigh, combined with the faint agarwood, was like the sound of reincarnation traveling through the three realms, pricking everyone's chests.

With a ding-dong sound, the simplest note flowed out from Youruo's fingers, and in an instant, he rushed out of the flower hall and floated to the space outside the garden.

Before everyone could recover, another clear spring from the mountain flowed through everyone's hearts, gently soothing the injured hearts just now.

While everyone was still immersed in this clear spring that soaked the heart and spleen, the clear spring instantly turned into whispers before the night and cries in the autumn rain.

Following this sobbing sound, Youruo actually sang softly, following a rhythm that was not quite in tune.

A machine is used to pick mulberry trees and try on spring clothes. The wind is clear and the sun is warm and weak.

On the peach blossom branches, the orioles are singing and the swallows are not willing to let people go home.

...

With four machines, the mandarin ducks are about to fly together. It's a pity that the old man will turn gray first.

Green grass on the spring waves, deep in the cold dawn, bathed in red clothes.

...

Half of the agarwood in front of the table has burned. The faint fragrance, accompanied by Youruo's tearful singing, passed through the obstacles in the flower hall, flew into the new house not far away, and flew into the dean not far away.

's living room.

The dean frowned and looked at Wen Jianyi and asked, "When did your sister learn to play the piano?"

Wen Jian was startled and replied softly: "She must have gone to Tianyu City on this trip. It is said that she worshiped a little master there."

The dean gently touched the table and said quietly: "Listening to this sound, she must have entered the piano path... How long has she been here? I would like to see the person who led her into the piano path.

I’m a little master.”

Wen Jianyi looked at him and smiled: "Isn't it okay for father to ask her himself after dinner?"

The dean nodded, looked at him and said seriously: "I didn't expect that your sister actually entered the piano music at such a young age. This would put a bunch of old men in the academy to shame."

...

Taking half of the agarwood on the table, when the incense was gone, Youruo sang twice, and while everyone was immersed in the mood of mountains, flowing water, and the resentful autumn night, he gently stroked the strings of the piano.

Looking up at the group of relatives and friends who were caught up in the mood, he couldn't help but sigh again.

This soft sigh, like the evening drums and morning bells in Youruo Temple, woke up a group of people from their dreams, and then they all looked at Youruo, who was frowning slightly, and were speechless.

I don't know how much time passed before Shangguan Wushuang looked at her and asked: "Junior sister, what is the name of this piece of music?"

"You're progressing too quickly, aren't you? How long did it take you to learn from that guy?!"

Xun'er looked at You Ruo and screamed in surprise. Although she said this, it did not affect her mood. She looked at her and smiled and said, "Looking at your hard work, why are you embarrassing the elders in the academy?"

Li Xiaoxue was stunned on the side, looked at Youruo and asked: "Sister, what do you mean by this? Why do I feel that there is an unfinished meaning?"

You Ruo was stunned, looked at the group of people and laughed sheepishly: "My teacher taught me this. The song is called "Four-Top Machines". There were nine of them originally, but the teacher only recorded four because he thought it was troublesome."

"With four machines, the mandarin ducks are about to fly together. It's a pity that the old man turns gray first... Such a sad and beautiful artistic conception. You, a master, have to practice for hundreds of years to have such a feeling?"

Li Hongxiu has been following her husband for so many years and has learned some of the meaning of the words, but she has never heard this song before. Looking at Youruo's lowered eyebrows and wanting to cry, she couldn't help but sigh.

"A machine is used to pick mulberry trees and try on spring clothes. The wind is sunny and the sun is warm and languid. On the peach blossom branches, the orioles are singing, refusing to let people go home." The young lady chanted softly.

At this moment, she seemed to have returned to her son that year. In the flowing water of the small bridge, a young man wrote a poem for her on the bridge...

At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu seemed to have returned to Fengyun City. His son and his husband got on the carriage and headed for Tianshan Mountain in the morning breeze, just for the purpose of practicing cultivation.

At this moment, Lin Yueru seemed to be back in front of the General's Mansion. Her daughter was chasing the little boy from the academy, and the two were rolling in the snow.

At this moment, Xu Jingyun seemed to have returned to the courtyard of the Royal Academy. The young man who was passing by in the wind and snow, turned around and left just because of the misunderstanding between the master and the disciple, and refused to even stay for a meal.

At this moment, everyone who had a relationship with Li Xiuyuan seemed to have returned to a certain moment in their lives.

Even Xun'er seemed to have returned to the first time she entered Tianxiang Bookstore. Because of her companion's unreasonable behavior, she was kicked out mercilessly by the young man.

"With four machines, the couple are ready to fly together. It's a pity that the old man will turn white first..."

You Ruo, who was sitting aside, ignored the fact that the girls were right in front of him. Two drops of water like pearls fell heavily on the strings of the piano, and he heard a "ding dong!" sound.

Xun'er stepped forward and took her little hand, whispering softly in her ear: "Are you stupid? That guy is coming in a few days... let's secretly go to Tianxiang City?!"

After hearing Xun'er's whisper, Youruo stopped her ugly face, took out a silk scarf and gently wiped away the two lines of tears from the corners of her eyes.

However, her small move was seen in the eyes of Li Hongxiu and Shangguan Wushuang.

The two of them sighed in unison, thinking that there was another girl suffering from love in this world.

Li Xiaoxue, who came back to her senses, looked at Youruo and was speechless, because she had just seen her brother, waving with her and taking her shopping in the imperial city...

"Oops! Xiaoxue misses her brother." Li Xiaoxue said inexplicably regardless.

"I miss my son too...Sister Youruo, you play so well, I can't help it anymore." Ye Zhiqiu looked at Youruo and said softly.

"Damn it, I actually thought about the first time that guy kicked us out. Junior sister, you are so awesome. I think even the elders in this academy are not as good as you."

Xun'er slapped the table and shouted.

Shangguan Wushuang quietly wiped away two tears from the corner of his eyes, looked at You Ruo and said, "Junior sister, you are already much better than senior sister. Senior sister cannot express such a mood."

Li Hongxiu said quietly: "The artistic conception of this song alone is comparable to that of my Li Ye. Youruo, you are very good. If you have the opportunity to go to Mount Xumi, I will ask my husband to teach you. He is Li Ye's master."

Youruo was stunned, looked at Li Hongxiu and asked, "Who is Li Ye?"

...

In Tianxiang City, in the teahouse next to Yuqiong Pavilion.

Feng Ruyu and Li Xiuyuan sat down by the window on the second floor. The two of them watched a pot of tea and listened to the storyteller on the stage. They both seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception.

I saw the storyteller in the stands holding a cup of tea and talking about something wonderful...

Tomorrow, the journey to the end of the world is far away, who will leave Chu Pei behind to cast shadows on Central Continent? Count the heroic sons and daughters, admiring the sorrows of the past and the present. It is difficult to bear the dim light and tents, and it is difficult to let go of the regrets and regrets that are short-lived! They are used to drifting, fighting and iron horses, and they are buried together in the barren hills!

Fengyun was originally a world-famous swordsman, but he wandered around the world but was always alone. No one had ever seen a charming confidant beside him.

Nalan Hui is a woman with a strong character and a bright red color on the grassland. Underneath her strength, she has an infatuated daughter's heart.

The two met in a teahouse by chance, and Nalan Hui just took one look at Fengyun and fell in love with him.

However, Feng Yun only had the art of swordsmanship in his heart, and could not see the beauty around him.

Perhaps because she felt that Fengyun had never loved her, Nalanhui put away her beloved scimitar and changed into a swordsman's appearance.

Although she didn't know how to love, she recognized in her heart that the situation in front of her was her intimate lover.

This persistent woman refused to change the way she loved. Her suffocating love made her constantly ask Feng Yun for advice on kendo, as if she was obsessed with kendo.

In Fengyun's eyes, Nalan Hui is a bright, willful, and lively girl. He was originally a heroic swordsman who could move freely among thousands of troops.

A swordsman shouldn't be sentimental, let alone his enemy's daughter, but he was rescued by Nalan Hui. In the tent in the oasis, the two talked about swordsmanship and gradually developed feelings for each other.

When Fengyun was rescued by Nalan Hui, he looked at the girl with her back to him and whispered sad words.

Fengyun has been reading poetry and books since he was a child. In front of the elegant and beautiful girl, he finally fell into the city of emotion. The two talked about poetry and swordsmanship.

This night also caused tragedy in his and Nalan Hui's lives.

In this way, Feng Yun and Nalan Hui fell in love and depended on each other. They fought together in the world and traveled around the world, becoming the most loving couple in the eyes of everyone.

Then, finally one night, after drinking, Nalan Hui unintentionally revealed her true feelings...

"Brother Fengyun, do you know?" Nalan Hui said, "Actually, Nalan is a master of swordsmanship."

In an instant, Fengyun's heart felt like it was cut into countless pieces by thousands of sharp knives!

In order to win her favor, the woman in front of her did not hesitate to put down her beloved moon scimitar and replace it with an inconspicuous long sword that was never unsheathed.

Since he hated Nalan Hui for concealing his behavior, he was also ashamed of his blind selfishness.

Does loving someone mean that you have exactly the same hobbies as him? Can't love be tolerant?

Standing alone on the top of the mountain, the wind and clouds blew all night and I drank wine all night.

Fengyun forgave Nalanhui at the last moment and decided to go down the mountain to get along well with her and clarify their situation.

However, because Fengyun left without saying goodbye in the middle of the night, Nalan Hui got drunk in the tent and finally fell into the enemy's plot.

Nalan Hui's tent was stained with blood, and by the time Feng Yun returned to the foot of the mountain, her lover had been dead for a long time.

Fengyun suddenly jumped up and shouted: "Lan Hui! Let's forgive each other! Lan Hui, come back! Come back!"

The beauty has fallen into a pool of blood, Nalan Hui will not come back again!

Feng Yun looked around blankly, and there seemed to be countless ghosts in the darkness rushing toward him with teeth and claws. He shouted wildly and threw himself on the ground. Everything was over!

Riding alone for thousands of miles, chasing for thousands of miles! Fengyun rode his horse with sword in hand, from the grassland to the desert, and finally chased him into the vast snow-capped mountains.

Finally one day, Feng Yun cut off the enemy's head with a sword on the top of the snow mountain!

The great revenge has been avenged, but the love has faded away, leaving only the sword-wielding warrior standing on the top of the snow-capped mountains.

After drinking the last bottle of wine, Feng Yun waved his hand and threw the sword that had been with him for decades into the abyss under the snow-capped mountains. He shouted in pain: "My old friend has gone with the wind, and there is no white-headed man left here!"

On this night, the world-famous swordsman Feng Yun turned old. The world lost a peerless swordsman Feng Yun, and there was a monk Ming Hui on the snow mountain.
Chapter completed!