A piece of music breaks the heart and intestines, where can I find a close friend in the end of the world?
The pear blossoms fade, only the roses are red in the snow.
A beauty smiles, and the past cannot be forgotten.
A song of reincarnation is painful, where will I see you again in this body.
A song can cause chaos in the country. This sword is born to be extraordinary. The floating clouds are not my intention. It takes ten thousand years at the flick of a finger!
Among the floating mountains, Lin Yun was among the vast mountains and forests. He played five pieces in a row. Each piece had no specific score, and he played it at will based on the emotions in his heart.
All the joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, all the passion and tenderness in his heart are all in the five music scores. The sound of the flute is between heaven and earth, between the mountains and forests, filling the heart and blooming brightly.
Each song is his true feelings. The first song is his loneliness and isolation, as well as all the suppressed pain and torture he experienced on the road to heaven.
The second song is for Senior Sister Xinyan, the third song is for Yue Weiwei, and the fourth song is for Su Ziyao.
These are the three most important women in his life, each of them has irreplaceable weight. Many times, he only knows how to cherish them after they are lost.
I didn't understand it at the time, but the emotion settled in my heart like old wine. The longer it stayed, the deeper it hurt.
For example, Senior Sister Xinyan, he only realized with horror that Senior Sister occupies such an important position in his heart.
For example, Yue Weiwei looked at the jade flute in his hand and immediately pictured the girl in red looking back and smiling at the maple forest by the river.
Seeing the moon for the first time by the red leaves on the riverside, a beauty smiles and misses her life. From then on, it will be hard to break the bond of love, and it will be hard to recall the past again.
Lin Yun looked at the jade flute in his hand, stunned.
In the fourth song, he is brother to Su Ziyao. This is his lover in two lives. How painful reincarnation is. He is Lin Yun of the earth and Lin Yun of the sword slave. But Lin Yun of the earth is no longer there, and so is the sword slave Lin Yun.
.
After two lifetimes of suffering, I will never see you again in this body.
Saying goodbye to Kunlun, Lin Yun narrowly escaped death on the road to heaven, only to come to Kunlun when he reached the top. But where can we meet again? When can we meet again?
How can the pain of reincarnation be compared to the word love!
In the last song, he sang for the Flower Burial Sword in his hand, and also for himself. How can we be the things in the pond? This sword was born to be extraordinary.
The master of Shengjian Mountain wields his sword and sings loudly. The floating clouds are not my will. I can snap my fingers for ten thousand years!
The same is true for Lin Yun. How can the sword in his hand be trapped under the floating clouds and one day be in the sky?
In the mountains and forests, there are countless sword-like flowers formed into ice crystals, filling the void. In the blink of an eye, they look like stars in the sky, stretching as far as the eye can see.
Under the night, such beautiful scenery is fascinating.
"Using the flute to control the sword, that's how it is."
Lin Yun whispered to himself, and at this moment he completely understood that the true meaning of wielding a sword with a flute is the word love.
There was heat flowing between his eyebrows. Lin Yun closed his eyes and felt that there was a majestic sword intent accumulating between his eyebrows. He wanted to break something, but he was unable to break it out.
"Is the fourth-grade sword intention related to this?"
Lin Yun touched the center of his eyebrows thoughtfully. This was not the first time. When his sword intention became more advanced, the center of his eyebrows would move like this.
It turns out that the sound of the flute can also help me improve my swordsmanship. Lin Yun thought to himself that in this case, practicing the flute is indeed practicing swordsmanship.
I am really looking forward to seeing what kind of light this sword intention in the sky can shine in my hands.
Wow!
Lin Yun stretched out his hand and waved, and the sword-like flowers dotting the mountain forest rose into the sky from the mountain peaks like Kongming lanterns.
It's so beautiful that it makes people fall in love with it.
A fourth-grade sword spirit might be as beautiful as this, Lin Yun thought softly.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Just when Lin Yun was about to leave, the ethereal and high-pitched piano music suddenly sounded from the one hundred and eight floating peaks around Shengjian Mountain. The piano music sounded like fairy music among the peaks lingering in the sky, and instantly
It touches people's heartstrings.
What a brilliant piano sound!
Lin Yun was secretly surprised. This master of the piano was probably more powerful than the previous Qingjian Mountain master.
Yiren is many times smarter.
He was so entranced that he couldn't help but rise into the air and patrol the floating clouds.
After getting closer, Lin Yun spread out his arms, and the clouds and mist were like layers of curtains, unveiled layer by layer in front of him.
When the clouds and fog cleared, Lin Yun saw the person playing the piano in his field of vision. In the pavilion on the top of the mountain, there was a woman playing the piano in the pavilion, her ten fingers as white as snow, constantly playing with the strings.
What a nice view!
Just from these hands, one can tell that the owner of the hands must be a peerless beauty.
Lin Yun looked up, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. It was her!
The woman was dressed in white and wore a white gauze bamboo hat, with a faintly beautiful face reflected in the haze.
But if you look closely, you can't really see the appearance clearly through a layer of fog.
Lin Yun was certain in his heart that she was the mysterious woman in Feiyun Palace seven days ago, the woman in white who was secretly staring at him.
Lin Yun remained calm and quietly approached, hiding in the clouds and mist to observe.
Click!
The sound of the piano in the hand of the woman in white stopped suddenly, but one of the strings broke. She said leisurely, "Mr. Lin, since you are here, there is no need to hide. I have been waiting for you."
Being discovered, Lin Yun smiled awkwardly and walked out in the mist.
When he came to the cliff and the pavilion, he found that five wine glasses had been placed on the table beside him, and the glasses were all filled with wine.
"Girl, are you waiting for me?"
Lin Yun asked curiously.
The woman in white smiled and said softly: "I haven't played the piano for many years. After hearing Mr. Lin's five flute tunes tonight, I felt something and felt sad. So I picked up my old skills and wanted to attract Mr. Lin.
It made Mr. Lin laugh."
"Young Master Lin..." Lin Yun muttered and smiled: "You know my last name, so it seems that it was indeed you that day."
The woman in white did not deny it, and said softly: "They said that the road to heaven is a strange person, so I came to see it. It is indeed a strange person, otherwise I would have missed a good show. The stranger is like jade, and the young master is unparalleled; seven steps can make a sword."
, Climbing to the top of Holy Sword Mountain, the sound of the avenue and the bells of the sword echoed through the floating clouds."
"This is a strange enough thing. I didn't expect Mr. Lin to have such accomplished flute music. It's really an eye-opener for this little girl."
Lin Yun was a little embarrassed to be praised in this way, and said softly: "I just practice the flute, there is no way to talk about my attainments."
"But this flute sound has clearly captured the essence of the music. The sound of the phoenix flute is as if it is floating in the sky. But I want to know even more, why Mr. Lin's flute sound is so melancholy, it makes people moved... Endless sadness, endless loneliness
, Endless joys and sorrows." The woman in white looked up at Lin Yun, her voice was clear and sweet, like jade beads falling on a plate.
The smile on Lin Yun's face instantly faded, and he looked quite surprised. He didn't expect anyone to hear the true meaning of the song, and he couldn't help but show a little bitterness on his face.
"Girl, do you want to hear a story?"
Lin Yun was silent for a moment. For some reason, he did have the desire to speak.
"Please sit down and have a drink. You speak and I listen." Baiyun woman stretched out her hand and said.
Lin Yun sat down, picked up the wine glass, and said with a smile: "So this wine is really prepared for me, so I won't be polite."
He drank it all in one gulp. It was a glass of strong wine, burning in his throat like fire. The wine fell into his stomach, and his internal organs immediately turned to pulp. Tears of burning appeared in his eyes.
“Good wine!”
Lin Yun spoke seriously, and then said: "This story is really long. Once upon a time, there was a sword slave in a sect in a very remote place. He had average talent and average understanding.
Except for the unique skill of washing swords, he has nothing, but he is an infatuated person!"
Hahaha!
Lin Yun laughed, his laughter sad but full of heroism. He was obviously telling other people's stories, but his own tears kept flowing.
Little did they know, today or later, Earth Lin Yun and Sword Slave Lin Yun were already the same person.
He is Lin Yun on earth, and he is also Lin Yun, the sword slave of Qingyun Sect.
He told Lin Yun's story, including Su Ziyao, Qingyun Sect, the Great Qin Empire, Xin Jue's death, and the heavy snowfall in the imperial capital. He was furious.
For beauty, draw your sword and never look back.
Speaking of which, before leaving the Qin Palace, the woman got angry at him and told him not to be proud.
The sun is bright, don't be complacent.
The woman in white looked through the white gauze of her bamboo hat. When Lin Yun mentioned this, a smile appeared in the corner of her mouth involuntarily. This guy was very proud.
"Are you really proud of sleeping with her?" The woman in white interjected for the first time, and at some point, a layer of chill quietly filled the pavilion.
Lin Yun, who was half drunk and half awake, didn't notice. He smiled and said: "How can I be such a superficial person? I am only proud because she has me in her heart!"
I don't know when the five glasses of wine were finished. Lin Yun poured the wine for himself and talked while drinking.
He didn't know why he was so careless today. Maybe it was because it was hard to find a close friend?
Or maybe he really had a lot of stories in his heart that he wanted to tell others, and he completely let down his guard in front of this stranger.
He also talked about the road to heaven, about the final battle when he declined the other party, and about how he felt heartbroken just now, and he didn't really forget about the other party.
There is also Xinyan, who also has a lot of reluctance in his heart, which is where his melancholy and pain come from.
"Don't be heartbroken. If you really have no feelings for these two women, it would be too cold and heartless. Maybe the person you like will dislike you because of this."
The woman in white said at the right time.
Lin Yun smiled and said: "No, it has nothing to do with her. I never thought that one day I would be trapped by love. The word love is really more difficult than the way of swordsmanship. Killing without blood is unforgettable and hard to let go."
The woman in white said with emotion: "Master Lin, you are completely different from what I saw seven days ago."
Lin Yun put down his wine glass, his drunken eyes were a little hazy, and he laughed softly: "It's not that it's different, I just can't figure out what the old guy is thinking. He wants to play, so let's play with him, but it seems that the play is a bit too big."
He drank and talked, and in the end he became obviously tipsy. He stood up and stroked with the other person, telling him the profound meaning of the five pieces of music he had just played.
At the end of the story, Lin Yun fell drunk in the pavilion, still mumbling to himself in his sleep.
When dawn broke again and the vast sea of clouds was covered with a golden light, Lin Yun slowly opened his eyes. He was wearing a white fur coat, and the sun shone on his face. Lin Yun lazily opened his eyes.
"What is this place?"
Lin Yun woke up with a start and looked around, seeing that the pavilion was completely empty.
It wasn't until he saw the wine glass on the table that Lin Yun slowly remembered. He looked at the white fur coat on his body and said with a wry smile: "I'm actually drunk. It's really embarrassing."
He stood up unsteadily, raised the cup, and licked up the remaining wine drop by drop.
Afterwards, he touched the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "This wine is really good."
The wine is good, but I don't know if this woman in white is a good person.
Lin Yun shook his head and stopped thinking. He walked through the vast sea of clouds. After half a stick of incense, he returned to Tingfeng Residence. A small figure in the middle of Tingfeng Residence was fidgeting with his hair.
Lin Yun's eyes lit up, it was Xiao Bingfeng, she had returned from Ye Ziling.
Xiao Bingfeng heard the sound and raised her head. Lin Yun was instantly startled, and all the drinks he drank last night were taken away by fright.
I saw little Bingfeng's disheveled hair, a mess, like a sparrow's nest. Her cheeks were brightly colored with round blush, and there were a lot of black pockmarks on her face. The most terrible thing was that she was still wearing a pair of clothes, which made her look rustic.
red cotton jacket.
Lin Yun took a step back and said in fear: "Where did the monster come from!"
Hearing this, Xiao Bingfeng choked up a few times, then sat down on the ground and started crying: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Lin Yun, you bastard, I don't want to live anymore!"
[Chapter 2 was delivered. Thanks to Mr. Yu Qingfeng for the reward of four million Zongheng coins, I found out that he was Yu Qingfeng, the top tycoon in Tiandao, and Yu Qingfeng from the Huya Pingling family. But what was even more satisfying was that his other
Identity, he is an old book friend of Xianwu. Qinglong King, Thousand Years of Fire, White Swordsman
, Chu Chaoyun, Di Wuque, Mo Chen, Liu Ruyue... Who else remembers these? One hundred thousand immortal friends back then, no one knows where they are scattered now. I'm back... Are you all back? If you can, come and take risks
Go clubbing, I’ve been very tired from working hard these days, but I really miss you now.]
