The woman glared at him and looked at Jun Yu, and found that Jun Yu was staring at the tombstone in front of the tomb. There were only five simple words on the tombstone:

Tomb of Lancies

At this time, Meng Yuanjing also saw it. The two looked at each other and their hearts were shaking.

"This is a private residence, tourists are not welcome, please leave quickly." The woman said in a sneer.

The two had to leave quickly.

"Jun Yu, it's so strange that this woman actually offers your mother's tombstone."

Jun Yu was also a little strange: "I don't know if he is a person with the same name and surname."

After walking for a while, the inn where they stayed was already in sight. A man and a woman were walking towards the inn from another direction, and it turned out to be Zhu Yu and Shi Lanni.

Meng Yuanjing was shocked: "Lanni, why are you here?"

When Shi Lanni saw her cousin and Jun Yu, she turned her face in panic and did not dare to answer.

Zhu Yu was also a little surprised when he saw the two of them. He glanced at Jun Yu coldly, turned around and left.

Shi Lanni followed immediately.

Meng Yuanjing was about to catch up with her cousin and stopped her cousin. Two people had already greeted her in the inn. Both of them were dressed in Qingcheng Sect. One of them was recognized by Meng Yuanjing, who was a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect with a higher seniority.

When the man saw Meng Yuanjing, he immediately said, "Mr. Meng, my leader is invited."

"good."

Meng Yuanjing turned around and saw that his cousin had already followed Zhu Yu and could no longer chase him. He had to agree and look at Jun Yu again: "Do you want to go together?"

Jun Yu shook his head: "I'm mainly here for sightseeing. You go and hand in the order of the leader first, I'll wait for you here."

"Okay, I'll come back after submitting the token."

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Meng Yuanjing has already set off with the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect and will probably not come back in five days. Jun Yu is not in a hurry and takes this opportunity to visit the Chengdu border.

On this day, she rode along the north of the city and walked towards the suburbs. The clear Fu River stretched out along the way, and wild roses bloomed on both sides. After walking seven or eight miles further, a melodious sound of piano came. Jun Yu stopped. The sound of piano was elegant and gentle at first glance, like Buddhist music, but when he heard it, it was like spring flowers and autumn moon, which made people feel excited and melancholy inexplicably, and then like the bright moon among the pine trees in the valley, beautiful but indescribable. The song was actually something I had never heard before.

She stopped for a while and remembered a poem written by Li Bai once heard a monk in Shu play the piano:

Shu monk hugs Lu Qi

Going west to Emei Peak

Wave my hand

Listen to the pine trees

Guests wash water

The sound of the frost bell

Unconsciously the blue mountains

How many dark autumn clouds

Not far ahead is the famous Zhaojue Temple, but the sound of the piano is not emitted from the temple, but from a small hill opposite.

Jun Yu followed the sound and there was a huge yellow-brown tree on the hillside. The canopy has been around for about a thousand years. Under the yellow-brown tree, a young monk dressed in snow was playing the piano alone.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and the monk raised his head. He was only in his early twenties. Although he was wearing a thick robe, he was of a dragon and a phoenix, and was outstanding. In terms of style, the only person Jun Yu saw in his life was comparable to the shadow master.

Jun Yu stepped forward and bowed: "Disturbate the Master's Yaxing. Could this song be the legendary "Guangling San"?"

The monk looked at her, his eyes suddenly emitted light, but his voice was clear and peaceful: "It was "Guangling San".

"Guangling San" has been lost since Ji Kang played the last time in the execution ground. Although there are many blackmail versions for thousands of years, none of them are real. One time, Mr. Nongying heard a hermit playing the next paragraph on the snow peak of Tianshan Mountain, but he wanted to visit him, but the hermit was gone. Mr. Nongying was cleverly explaining the rhythm and immediately recorded this incomplete song. After returning, he verified it from many sources and thought it was "Guangling San" that had been lost for thousands of years. Jun Yu heard the young monk playing it behind, which was exactly the part that Mr. Nongying recorded, so he asked this question.

"Dare you ask the Master's name?"

"In Xia Tuosan."

"I am lucky enough to hear "Guangling San" when I heard about this trip."

Tuosang is obviously not from Shu. Jun Yu has been to many places and can roughly understand some very remote local languages, but he cannot tell where he comes from from Tuosang's accent.

Tuosang seemed to know her thoughts and smiled slightly: "Tuosang played this song for a long time, and no one has ever identified it as "Guangling San". Now when I first came to Shu, I met a soulmate. It is rare. Tuosang played another song to reward his soulmate." After speaking, he played the strings again.

This song has completely changed its style compared to "Guangling San". Jun Yu listened quietly, as if it was not the sound of a piano, but the friend who had a heart-to-heart talked to her. After a while, she couldn't help but take out a piccolo she carried with her and collaborated with the sound of a piano, which was a song "Flute Under the Moon".

The sound of Tuosan's piano became slightly smaller, but it complemented the sound of the flute. The sound of the piano and flute echoed in the forest, like a gurgling stream, and like flowers blooming under the moon. Tuosan looked up at her for a while, and whispered: "The white hair is like new, but it is almost the same."

A sharp roar suddenly came from the distance, followed by a fierce fighting sound. Tuosan's expression remained unchanged, and his hand still did not stop. Jun Yu also stood there quietly without moving until the song was finished.

Takusan looked at her deeply, put away the zither, smiled slightly, and shook his body and floated away.

Jun Yu rushed a few steps and jumped up to a big tree. On an open space under the hillside opposite, more than a dozen people surrounded the Western Region monks who were very tall in yellow robe and won the prize. The Western Region monk waved a Zen stick as thick as a bowl. The Western Region monks had very good skills, but under the siege of more than a dozen good players, they gradually showed fatigue. At this time, a meteor hammer hit the monk's vest from behind. The monk was fought by three good players who used swords and could not turn around. He was about to be seriously injured. Suddenly, the meteor hammer fell to the ground with a bang.

At this time, the group of people already understood that there was a master in secret helping the monks of the Western Regions, and they immediately dispersed. When the monks of the Western Regions had a chance to breathe, they immediately ran away with their Zen sticks. He was bulky and had not weak light skills. Five people chased after him and ran for a few steps, but their legs became weak and they fell to the ground one after another.

Everyone stepped forward to help the injured person and found that there were only 5 leaves on the ground.

Looking around, the trees are quiet and the sun is high, and there is no trace of people.

Everyone was shocked. The secret master actually defeated five good players with only five leaves. Everyone did not dare to chase after them anymore and went in the opposite direction dejectedly.

Jun Yu could see clearly on the tree, and a figure suddenly passed by, so fast that she could hardly recognize it. It was Tuosang's back. Jun Yu was also secretly shocked. This young monk actually had such profound skills.

In the morning, there were few people in the inn. Jun Yu came down from the second floor. At this time, several guests were already having breakfast in the lobby. Three of them sat at the same table and were whispering something.

Jun Yu listened carefully, one of the three of them had high cheekbones and said, "The leader of the gang will definitely win this gambling in Hanjingyuan today."

"Three brothers!" The oldest man next to him glared at him fiercely. The man with high cheekbones did not dare to say anything more. The three of them quickly got up to check the bill and walked out.

Jun Yu also got up and followed the three of them and walked out.

Hanjing Garden is 20 miles away from the eastern suburbs. It is the most famous Linyuan in Tianfu. It was once very prosperous twenty years ago, but then changed hands and has now become the old nest of Guo Rencheng, the general manager of the Red Gun Club in Shu. Along the way, there are many martial arts people with swords and swords, and they all seem to be rushing to Hanjing Garden. Jun Yu followed everyone slowly, and everyone was in a hurry, as if they had no time to take care of them.

The gate of Hanjing Garden was wide open, and Jun Yu followed everyone in.

In a huge four-corner pavilion, there is a rectangular table, with one sitting at each end of the square table. The old man about fifty years old in front is Guo Rencheng, the general manager of the Red Gun Society of Shuzhong. A fat man sat opposite him, Jiang Zhilin, who sold Shi Lanni.

There were more and more people watching, and Guo Rencheng said rudely: "Brother Jiang, can you start?"

Jiang Zhilin smiled in a silence: "Guo Piao's hand, I see clearly. This is 200,000 taels of silver notes, which are all hard currency of the four major money houses. You can bet on one handful of dice for 100,000 taels."

Guo Rencheng said: "I don't have so much cash in my hands."

Jiang Zhilin laughed and said, "Guo Piao is worth at least 200,000 taels of silver, and this Hanjing Garden is worth at least 500,000 taels. Your bet is worth 700,000 taels, and the capital is enough."

Guo Rencheng was furious, but laughed and said, "It turns out that Brother Jiang came for my Hanjing Garden. I'm afraid that this handful might not be as you wish." As he said that, he handed over the dice, "Brother Jiang can see clearly."

Jiang Zhilin smiled: "You are the landlord, you throw it first."

Guo Rencheng picked up the bowl and shook it. Six dice rolled in the bowl. The middle singer opened the stall and shouted: "2615, 17 o'clock, big." The dice was the largest at 18 o'clock. Now, Guo Rencheng threw a seventeen o'clock and felt relieved. Jiang Zhilin smiled again, raised his palms and moved his fingers slightly, the dice jingling in the bowl. The singer opened the stall and shouted "Six reds, fours, all colors." The whole color was the largest, and Guo Rencheng's face was sweating coldly.

Jiang Zhilin took out a stack of silver notes and pushed forward: "Old Guo, hurry up, we will win or lose with one hand, this time we bet 500,000 yuan."

Guo Rencheng's face burst out with blue veins: "This time, you throw it first."

Jiang Zhilin nodded and smiled and said, "It's so good to be happy." His fingers moved slightly, and the dice was thrown out. Cold sweat broke out on the singer's head. He opened the bowl and said, "Six six, eighteen o'clock and all colors are killed." According to the rules of rolling dice, the full colors of 18 o'clock can no longer be rushed.
Chapter completed!