It took five days from Yancheng to Wushan. On the way, Mr. Jian talked and laughed, and seemed to have recovered completely. Sometimes, he would have the interest to tell Lin Junxuan about the Taoist practice. Occasionally, he would tease the snow fox.

The weather was getting colder and colder. When passing by Wushan Town, the group took a rest, replenished some dry food, bought some thick clothes, and then continued to head towards Wushan.

Wushan is surrounded by clouds and mist. At the beginning of winter, the fog on the mountain is heavier. According to legend, Wushan was transformed by two great masters who loved each other in ancient times. Anyone who loves each other will pray and asks for a look, and will be blessed by those who are great masters.

"Stop!" The car reached the foot of Wushan Mountain, and Young Master Jian suddenly spoke.

"Yes, young master!" The coachman said respectfully. After the carriage stopped, Mr. Jian put on a green coat, took the piano case, and walked down from the carriage. Behind him, Lin Junxuan followed him with a snow fox in his arms. Outside the carriage, the wind blew on his face wet. Lin Junxuan stretched out his palm and saw little drizzle falling on his hands.

"Ah woo!" The snow fox shrank into Lin Junxuan's arms, made a scream, shook his body, and shrank into a ball. Lin Junxuan looked at him and saw that there were mist and vast mountains within a few miles. The drizzle and cold wind were floating, and a chill was floating in the wind.

"The mountain is cold, young master, don't stay on the mountain for too long, be careful to catch a cold," the groom's cry woke Lin Junxuan up. In front of the carriage, Mr. Jian was wearing a coat and heading towards the mountain facing the cold wind. The white ribbon and scarf were dancing in the wind, and disappeared from the shadows of the trees in the blink of an eye. Lin Junxuan's heart moved and walked forward quickly.

"Young master, I have a basin of charcoal fire here. After the two men go up the mountain, they will ignite this basin to burn the fire so that they won't catch a cold." When Lin Junxuan passed by the front of the carriage, he was grabbed by the coachman. The coachman with a hard-working look handed over a worn-out iron basin to Lin Junxuan. A wooden basin was placed in the iron basin and two flints were also added.

The coachmen travel around the world all year round and know what seasons should be prepared. This kind of brazier and charcoal fire are a must-have. In the eyes of the coachmen, Lin Junxuan and Mr. Jian are both weak scholars, and this kind of cold weather is the most likely to catch a cold. In the past few days, Mr. Jian has been generous and kind, so the old coachmen think about using this basin of charcoal fire to repay their love.

Lin Junxuan originally wanted to refuse, but his eyes flashed over the base of the carriage and there was an iron basin hanging, so he did not refuse: "Uncle, thank you."

After saying that, he took the basin of charcoal fire and walked towards the path in the forest. The road was rugged and covered with gravel. Mr. Jian had long disappeared, and Lin Junxuan could not fly over the sky, so he could only walk up the mountain along the path.

About halfway up the mountain, a "smart" sound of the piano came from the mountain. The sound of the piano was completely different from the song played by Master Jian. The sound of the piano revealed a kind of confusion and sadness.

Lin Junxuan walked quickly up the mountain with the sound of the piano. After a while, he finally saw a pavilion standing in the maple forest.

"He is playing the piano in the pavilion!" Lin Junxuan accelerated his pace. He had just walked more than ten steps, and the sound of the piano falling in the mountains changed and became very chaotic and noisy. It seemed that the owner of the piano was extremely upset at this time.

After taking a bend along the path, Lin Junxuan saw Mr. Jian sitting on the guardrail of the stone pavilion, stroking his hands together, his eyes looking ahead without focusing.

"Young Master Jian!" Lin Junxuan shouted.

"Bang!"

Almost as Lin Junxuan screamed, under the ten fingers of Master Jian, a string of piano broke in response to the sound, and the two broken string threads raised high, buzzing and trembling in the air.

"Young Master?" Lin Junxuan strode over. Young Master Jian has always been calm. The guqin is his treasure. Now even the strings of the zither have been broken, which shows his inner chaos.

"Ding!" Walking into the pavilion, a slight sound came. Lin Junxuan looked down and found that Mr. Jian's index finger had been cut by the strings of the piano, and a drop of red blood dripped from the hole.

"Ah! Your hands..."

Mr. Jian sighed, came to his senses, stretched out his hand and flipped it, and the broken mouth was stopped. His eyes were still looking at the vast fog in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Looking at Mr. Jian like this, Lin Junxuan felt that he really should say something: "I don't know much about feelings. But I know that if you like her, you should tell her; if you are worried about her, you should go to her; if you hate her, you should leave her, and just guess randomly is useless!"

There was quiet in the pavilion, and only the whimpering sound of the cold wind passing by the pavilion tower was left. The drizzle was drizzling on Wushan. Mr. Jian was silent for a long time. He slowly raised his head and murmured: "Wushan, it is the place where I and she first met..."

Lin Junxuan's heart was slightly shocked, knowing that he had finally guessed it right.

"...We originally agreed to meet at Xiangfeng Inn in Yancheng. She said she would definitely come, but I waited for a long time..."

Lin Junxuan was silent, he could only listen. At this moment, being a listener was the best he could do. Although Lin Junxuan wanted to help, Young Master Jian did not have the desire to continue.

"Haha, you are still young, why should I tell you this?" Mr. Jian smiled mockingly, came to his senses, his eyes flashed over the charcoal fire in Lin Junxuan's hand, and said with a smile: "You brought the charcoal fire, let's start. Look at the snow fox in your arms, they are trembling with cold."

Lin Junxuan looked down and saw the snow fox looking at Mr. Jian without blinking, with a special look in his eyes.

The charcoal was lit with flint. When the flames rose, there was finally a hint of warmth in the stone pavilion. The two of them and a fox squatted down beside the charcoal fire.

"Your strings are broken..." Lin Junxuan pointed at Mr. Jian's guqin.

"The strings are broken, and then change to another string..."

"Can you still use the sword technique that uses the sound of the piano as a sword after changing the strings?" Lin Junxuan asked.

A smile appeared on the corner of Master Jian's mouth: "I like this guqin, not just because it can use the sound sword technique, but because the sound quality of it is purer. If possible, I don't want to use my sword technique and zither sound. However, sometimes, blindly giving in and showing weakness will not achieve the effect. Instead, it shows its strong ability to shock the enemy and prevent them from acting rashly!"

Lin Junxuan didn't say anything. Everyone had their own philosophy of life. What Mr. Jian said was just his philosophy of life.

"...She won't come..., let's go!" After a while, Mr. Jian stood up and said.

"Yeah!" Lin Junxuan also stood up. The charcoal in the brazier had been burned out and it was time to leave.

"Two young men, we are back!" At the foot of the mountain, the coachman squatted in the carriage and roasted the fire on another basin of charcoal. He saw the two men coming down from the mountain from afar and immediately jumped off the carriage and shouted happily: "The two young men are back, it's great!"

"Yes, uncle, thank you for your hard work."

"It's cold outside, and soon it will be Xiaoxue. The two young men are thin, so it's better to enter the car earlier." The coachman opened the door leaf of the car and said happily.

"Zheng!"

At this moment, a melodious sound of a piano suddenly came from the top of Wushan. The sound of the piano was flowing unsteadily and drifted in the sky. When he heard this piano sound, Mr. Jian, who had already stepped into the carriage, changed his face.

"Jun Xuan, you are waiting for me in the car!" As soon as the words fell, Master Jian hugged the guqin and tweaked the ground, and disappeared into the vast fog of Wushan in the blink of an eye.

"Zheng!"——" A piano sound drifted from the thick fog...

"This, this..." In front of the carriage, the coachman opened his eyes wide, pointed with one hand in the direction where Mr. Jian disappeared, and said in horror.

When the incident suddenly started, Lin Junxuan had no time to explain to the driver. He paused and quickly headed towards the top of the mountain.

"Ahhhh!" Behind him, the snow fox jumped out of the carriage and chased Lin Junxuan like lightning...

On Wushan, there was a fog and no peak could be seen. Lin Junxuan ran towards the top of the mountain quickly. In the sky, two piano sounds rose one after another, as if they were talking in another way. The sound of the piano sound at the beginning was like a storm, revealing a coldness that kept people from thousands of miles away. The sound of the piano sound of the young master Jian was sometimes slow and sometimes fast, as if he was trying to explain something urgently.

"Don't come here!" Suddenly, all the piano sounds stopped, and a soft shout from afar came from the top of the mountain. The vast fog completely blocked the sight. Lin Junxuan identified the direction and accelerated toward the top of the mountain.

"Hurry up, hurry up..." Lin Junxuan gritted his teeth and ran quickly towards the top of the mountain. On Wushan, the road was rugged. Although it was not far apart, it was far from running.

The wind was making a loud noise on Wushan, and you could vaguely hear a woman and Mr. Jian intertwined. The woman's voice was as bright as ice, and Mr. Jian was just trying to figure out something...

When Lin Junxuan ran to a place not far from the top of the mountain, he finally saw the woman. Her black black hair was leaking from her head. She was wearing a light green gauze, and her figure was fascinated by the gauze. Her face was covered with a scarf, which made people unable to see clearly. However, from the delicate eyebrows, it can be seen that this woman must be extremely beautiful.

But at this moment, the woman was holding a sword in her hand and facing Mr. Jian. Tears were stained on her long black eyelashes, with anger in her sorrow. Opposite her, Mr. Jian leaned forward slightly, her lips opened and closed, as if explaining something to her. The woman just shook her head in disbelief, with tears in her eyes.

The wind direction on Wushan is changing. Lin Junxuan stood in the position against the wind and only vaguely heard a series of intermittent sentences: "...Yu Luo... only then did he realize that... the previous generation... was not... we... wrong... chance..."

Mr. Jian's face was pale. He kept trying to get close to the woman, but the woman just kept shaking her head and forced Mr. Jian with a sword while retreating.

"Don't come here!" When the woman had no choice but to retreat, the woman suddenly shouted, and the voice was filled with grief and anger.
Chapter completed!