Hangzhou, in the secret room of Prince Cheng's Mansion.
"Panran." King Cheng said with a look of sorrow on his face, but he was comforting and said: "The right way is to fulfill the destiny of human beings and ensure peace of mind. You should take care of yourself."
On the other side, Bai Jiuchi was reading the notes on the wall with red eyes. He had been up for three days and three nights, and now Bai Jiuchi was trying his best to squeeze out the last bit of strength from his body.
"Hehehe, hahaha." Bai Jiuchi laughed suddenly.
"Panran, what are you doing?" King Cheng was really worried about Bai Jiuchi. If his most powerful counselor suddenly went crazy or collapsed from exhaustion, where would he find the second one?
After a burst of laughter, Bai Jiuchi rushed to the huge map wall like a madman. He squinted his eyes and propped himself up to look at the map carefully.
"Haha, haha, there is more than just this way to the Central Plains." Bai Jiuchi finally found another chance from the defeat.
"No, I have to take a nap." After saying that, Bai Jiuchi ignored King Cheng. He murmured and walked to King Cheng's exclusive big chair in the secret room. He didn't care about overstepping. He sat down on it and fell into a drowsy state.
He leaned on the chair.
"Why do people sleep? It would be great if they could never sleep like immortals." Bai Jiuchi felt more and more that his body had become a burden. He was not defeated by his brain, but by his body.
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The capital, the forbidden area of the imperial palace.
"Hehehehe. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!" The emperor was laughing wildly and dancing and said: "Smelly monk, your method is really wonderful. I will reward you. I will reward you. From today on, you are my country.
Master.
Hee hee hee, ah ha ha ha.”
This is the emperor that Huang Xiaoshi is most familiar with. His eyes are wide open, his mouth is drooling, and his face is full of mental disorder. No matter how you look at it, he looks like, no, he is just a lunatic.
"Your Majesty is wise." Master Yangdi said after making a Buddhist salute to the Emperor: "My admiration for you is like a torrential river, endless. Amitabha."
"The Koreans have meritorious service by offering treasures, so let them come in." The emperor laughed maniacally and said, "Oh, monk, let me ask you, I am planning to kill tens of thousands of people, what do you think?"
When Master Yangdi heard this, he saw him holding his head high, taking a step forward and saying, "Amitabha. The Buddha said: One can become a Buddha by escaping life and death. Your Majesty is helping people become Buddhas, which is a great good deed."
"Ah hahaha! You still speak well." The emperor looked up to the sky and laughed.
"Amitabha, the emperor is wise."
"Nonsense, you still have to say it. I am naturally the wisest. Hahahaha!"
…
Valley of Forgetfulness.
Weiming finally shot a stag with beautiful antlers, and carried the one hundred and eighty kilogram thing to Wangyou Valley.
Doctor Xue is currently studying the properties of various medicines every day. Until now, although he has summarized some rules, such a huge workload will probably last for the rest of his life.
It's a pity that Huang Xiaoshi doesn't understand "Compendium of Materia Medica", otherwise he could have been canonized based on this book alone.
Doctor Xue needed a large amount of various medicinal materials, but he couldn't bear to go to Shennong Baicaomen, so he had to rely on himself and Xiang Yun to collect the medicinal materials, and also mobilized people around him to help him find various medicinal materials.
After handing over all the vital organs of the deer, including the antlers, to Divine Doctor Xue, Weiming gave the stag with only the clean meat to be cooked by Jiu Xian. After finishing his work, Weiming came to Xianyin's residence.
"Hey, how come this Qin music has the meaning of farewell?" Weiming heard Xian Yin playing a song.
Later, Weiming saw a man with a head of white hair who was absentmindedly beside Xianyin.
This, this is.
By the way, that guy with a very powerful sword. Sword, sword, sword, Ren Jiannan.
Before I knew it, I suddenly remembered that this was the young master of the Sword Forging Villa who cut all the gaps in the thorn sword.
But why did he come here?
"This song is for you." After Xianyin finished playing, she said to Ren Jiannan.
After listening to Xian Yin's words, Ren Jiannan covered his heart with his hands as if he had been hit by a sword in the chest, and walked towards the outside of Wangyou Valley with a look of despair on his face.
Looking at his shaky figure, Weiming was really worried that he would stumble and fall down the cliff halfway.
"Miss Xianyin." Weiming walked over and saluted Xianyin.
"Weiming, you're here." After Xianyin stood up, she said to Weiming: "Come on, play a song first and let me hear if your piano skills have improved."
Weiming didn't give in at all. Here in Wangyou Valley, he felt like he was back home.
Professor Xianyin doesn’t know how to play the piano. It’s more about playing the piano based on what you feel, and it doesn’t require you to memorize music.
After Weiming thought about it for a moment, he stroked the piano and played the song "Huanxi Sand" that impressed him most recently.
When the song ended, Xianyin frowned.
Xianyin asked Weiming, "Where did you learn this song?"
Weiming replied truthfully to Xianyin: "When I went to Hangzhou with Mr. Scholar and Mr. Danqing last year, a girl named Xiang'er played it to me."
Weiming is also too busy. After returning to Hangzhou last year, he has no time to ask Xianyin for guidance on how to play the piano.
Or as Weiming himself said, although he likes playing music, he doesn't have this ambition.
"Xiang'er?" Xianyin asked Weiming, "Is she beautiful?"
I don’t know why Xianyin asked this, Weiming felt a little embarrassed and said: "Beautiful..."
"Does she sing well?" Xianyin asked Weiming.
"Sounds good."
"Oh, I didn't expect it to be her." Xianyin sighed for a while and then said to Weiming: "Xiang'erqin sings Shuangjue. It's a great chance that you can hear one of her songs."
"It's okay not to mention this matter." Xianyin said to Weiming: "I heard you play, and your piano skills are already in the hall, but because of your nature, a woman's voice is not suitable for you."
"Oh." Weiming originally wanted to tell Xianyin that Xiang'er wanted to accept him as his disciple, but he didn't say it after hearing this.
"Miss Xianyin, I came here today to ask you something." Weiming never forgot the important reason why he came here today. He asked Xianyin, "Do you know [Baihua Tower]?"
"[Baihua Tower]? [Baihua Tower] is no longer there, why do you mention it?" Xianyin felt strange at the unexplained question.
Then, Weiming recounted his experience at the lake that day.
When Wei Ming heard that Nalan Luer played the bamboo flute and she felt dizzy and sleepy, and actually fell asleep, Xianyin, who had always been extremely dull and rarely had any mood swings, showed a rare serious look on her face.
.
Xianyin walked to the piano and sat down. After adjusting her breath, she plucked the strings.
This is a new song. Weiming has never heard Xianyin play it before, but for some reason, this music sounds familiar.
Listening, listening, Wei Ming felt that his mind was starting to get a little confused.
Just as Weiming yawned and fought back his sleepiness, suddenly a sharp overtone sounded, which suddenly woke Weiming up.
After Xianyin stopped playing, she said to Weiming, "Is this the song you listened to by the lake?"
After thinking about it for a while, Weiming said to Xianyin: "The tunes are a little different, but the meaning is the same. I just don't know why, but I want to sleep after listening to it."
After Xianyin let out a long sigh, she said to Weiming: "Well, since you studied under me, know [Baihua Tower], and heard [Wangyou Song], I will tell you all about it.
What I just played was the "Forgetful Song" from "Magic Sound". People who listen to this song will forget some recent memories.
[Magic Sound] is the secret skill of [Baihua Tower]. The person who plays the bamboo flute for you is also a disciple of [Baihua Tower].
You are also destined to be a direct disciple of [Baihualou], so you have met three, no, four of them."
When Weiming heard this, he was also curious. He asked Xianyin, "Miss Xianyin, after listening to [Forgetting Worry Song], can it really make people forget their memories?"
"Of course. The chess master often accidentally looked at the "Linglong Chess Score" and saw that his brain went crazy and couldn't figure it out. Then he came to beg me to play the piano to make him forget about the chess score. This happened eight times.
"Xianyin said to Weiming.
"Ah?" Weiming was shocked when he heard it.
Eight times already.
A piece of cloth will be torn after repeated washing. How can the chess master's mind be okay?
"Don't worry. The person who played [Wangyou Song] for you is not trying to harm you, but is protecting you. After all, [Baihua Tower] is a top-secret matter in the martial arts world. The less you know, the better." Xianyin said to Weiming.
said.
"Then, what exactly is [Baihua Tower]?" Weiming asked Xianyin.
Xianyin said with some nostalgia and sigh: "[Baihualou] is actually a singer."
"Ah, what?" Wei Ming was confused.
How can a singer be a top secret in the martial arts world?
Miss Xianyin, have you also learned the scholar's trick of "telling no truth and telling no lies"?
"[Baihua Tower] is a place for cultivating artists for the palace. It is not in the Jianghu. It's just because [Baihua Tower] can know [Magic Sound], so it is spied on by all kinds of Jianghu people." Xianyin said to Weiming.
: "Twenty years ago, [Baihua Building] broke up because the three most valued disciples of the building owner were abducted by a man named Li Cangtian.
The original poster failed to hand over a complete team of artists to the court on time, so he lost his title and treatment from the court, and died in depression a few years later.
After the owner of the building dies, there will naturally be no more [Baihua Building]."
"Li Cangtian? This name looks so familiar." Weiming said thoughtfully, stroking his slightly stubbled chin.
"Li Cangtian is the Heavenly King of the Tianlong Sect, and those three Baihualou disciples have all gone to the Tianlong Sect." Xian'er said to Weiming.
"Ah?" Weiming has been surprised several times today.
"That's all." Xianyin said to Weiming, "Since I have told you so much, and I see that your talent in music and rituals far exceeds yours, your master, I will teach you the [Magic Sound].
"
"Wow, is it true?" Wei Ming's eyes were filled with stars. He didn't expect to learn a martial arts that sounded super powerful today.
After stroking the strings, Xianyin said to Professor Weiming: "Although [Magic Sound] is described as 'demon', its purpose is actually very legitimate, which is to make the listener feel the emotions of the performer.
[Wangyou Song] is just one of the songs. People's joys and sorrows, as well as their seven emotions and six desires, can all be expressed with [Magic Sound].
Everyone's state of mind is different, and the [Magic Sound] suitable for casting is also different.
Let me play a song called "Wind, Flowers, Snow and Moon" so that you can understand it."
After Xianyin finished speaking, she started playing again.
A sense of sadness penetrated my heart along with the sound of the piano, causing Weiming to shed tears involuntarily.
The song ended, and Wei Ming stopped crying immediately.
"How do you feel?" Xianyin looked at Weiming and found that although there were still tears on his face, he was no longer sad.
You must know that ordinary people will be heartbroken when they hear such a song, and they will not be able to recover without crying for several hours.
Sure enough, whether it was because Weiming's child's musical talent was too strong, his inner strength was too deep, or a combination of both, Xianyin discovered that Weiming had a very strong resistance to [Magic Sound].
It's such a pity. If [Baihua Tower] doesn't leave, I feel so sorry for you, host.
…
Xian Yin asked Wei Ming how he felt after listening to "风花雪月歌".
Weiming thought about it for a while, and he felt that the sadness of spring flowers and autumn moon, although sad is sad, but he felt that this kind of sadness was somewhat inconsistent with his own perception.
Simply put, the petty bourgeois sentiment of red wine paired with movies is still too far away from the spring of working people.
"Come, hold out your hand to me, and I will teach you the internal skills to use [Demon Sound]." Xianyin said to Weiming.
Upon hearing this, Weiming extended his hand to Xianyin.
Xianyin pressed the Da Mai acupuncture point on Wei Ming's wrist, and then an internal force was transmitted into his body.
Xian Yin used her internal energy to draw a circle of internal energy channels in Wei Ming's body, and said to him: "This is the [Forget Worry and Mind Technique]. It has no other use, but it is most suitable for clearing the mind and clarifying emotions, and is helpful for practitioners to perform."
After Xianyin let her inner force circulate for more than ten times, Wei Ming had mastered it.
"Come on, come and try a song." Xianyin gave way to Weiming.
After Weiming sat down, he first concentrated his energy and started to perform the [Forgetting Worries and Mind Technique]. After a while, Weiming felt that his six senses were clear and clear, which was an unprecedented feeling.
After Weiming pondered for a while, he played the song "Wind, Flowers, Snow and Moon" played by Xian Yin just now.
At the end of the song, Weiming almost cried. He looked up and found that Xianyin's face was expressionless.
"Miss Xianyin, how do you play this piece of music?" Wei Ming asked with a guilty conscience.
"Alas." After Xianyin sighed, she said to Weiming: "Don't play [Magic Sound] anymore."
ah?
It turned to stone in an unknown moment.
…
When we were in Luoyang, everyone thought it would be good to hit the road.
What I didn't expect was that things got even worse after they hit the road. Except for the refugees, they were just refugees. The caravan seemed to be walking in quicksand, and would be swallowed up by the refugees as soon as it stopped.
Fortunately, the small red flag carried by the caravan at the front saved the caravan from more than 90% of troubles and 10% from interrogation.
The imperial court has already begun to send civilian officials to organize the refugees to return. It is only March (lunar calendar), and spring has just begun in the north. If you start farming immediately at this time, you can still have a harvest.
Although the best sowing period has been missed, the yield may not be very high, but it is still a good idea, and it is better than another year of no harvest.
However, the imperial court's persuasion to return caused a stronger wave of refugees: people with little mobility, such as the old, weak, sick and disabled, were forcefully persuaded to return by the officials. The able-bodied refugees all abandoned their wives and children.
Escaped.
These able-bodied refugees became a more unstable factor after they fled in groups.
Regarding this, Huang Xiaoshi was extremely speechless. He could only tell everyone to be more careful and alert, and everyone prepared their knives and showed them all.
With Xiaoqi and the handle of the knife, he was able to persuade many thoughtful people to retreat.
However, people will always find ways.
The caravan was only a hundred miles away from Chang'an City, and the scouts in front came back to report urgently that someone was blocking the road ahead.
When Huang Xiaoshi heard this, he followed the spies and took a look. Sure enough, there was a group of people on a narrow road, blocking the road.
The road has mountains on the left and water on the right. Only a few feet in the middle can pass through it. Now a group of people stand motionless in the middle of the road.
I saw a group of about twenty people, all of them in ragged clothes, with hungry faces and expressionless eyes, and they were all old men and women.
Huang Xiaoshi understood immediately.
"Have you shouted anything?" Huang Xiaoshi asked Tan Ma.
"I shouted several times, but they didn't move," Tan Ma replied.
Hey, let me play this trick.
Huang Xiaoshi didn't say anything more. He just rode on the horse with Tan Ma, looking at the group of people with big eyes and small eyes.
After a while, the caravan slowly came over. The first detachment was less than a mile away. Because the caravan was too large, it would take a long time to stop or start again, so the caravan
Once you start moving, you can't stop.
After Huang Xiaoshi sneered, he waved his hand and called over all the riders who were clearing the way in front of the caravan. These were the people he was waiting for.
"Come on, call me again and tell them to get out of the way." Huang Xiaoshi said to the spy beside him.
Of course, Huang Xiaoshi could also shout this, but it would be too out of style for him to do so.
The spy shouted several times at the top of his lungs, but the group still didn't move.
"Come with me and step over!" Huang Xiaoshi waved his hand and he rushed out first.
Then, dozens of horses followed Huang Xiaoshi, and the horse team hit the crowd with dense hooves.
Ji Wushuang was shocked. When she saw Huang Xiaoshi knocking down the crowd with his horse team, he stepped directly over. After rushing for a while, he turned back and stepped on the horse twice.
"Hurry up and sweep the floor, shovel more soil on the mat, the caravan will be here soon." Huang Xiaoshi ordered to his men nonchalantly, his mount was already red with four hooves.
