Li Luo listened carefully to the strength of the singing, gently brushed aside the straw, and walked slowly along the place where the singing was the brightest. He forgot to look at the moon above his head, but the surrounding fields were very bright, and he could see the rice fields very clearly.
Enveloped in a soft halo, dancing gently and slowly, as if writing something stroke by stroke.
As he walked, he didn't know how far he had walked, but the armored knight disappeared, but the singing was still there, and it seemed to be very close to him. Li Luo looked up blankly, and there was only endless surrounding except him.
The rice fields and even the volcano can no longer be seen, only the straw branches and leaves gently brushing against the body and the top of the head, and the endless light all around.
Of course, there is also loneliness.
Li Luo was startled. He didn't know if this kind of loneliness made Xue Li let go of his hatred and forget the past. If it were him, would he forget everything in the world one day? He thought again and again, and shook his head with a wry smile.
, he still didn’t live long enough, it’s really hard for him to forget everything. There are so many people and so many things, how can he just forget them if he wants to? Maybe if he can live for hundreds of years, he should be able to let go.
, can be forgotten.
The singing would become more rapid when he stopped and thought, and would slow down again when he started walking, as if urging him to come here quickly. Li Luo walked aimlessly along the singing, brushing aside a bunch of trees.
Tufts of straw until the blades of grass cut his hands.
He stretched out his hand and looked at it, frowning, his hand was broken, but no blood came out, but it hurt, more painful than a sword slashing his body. Li Luo wanted to go back, but when he turned around, he couldn't find the time he came from.
He couldn't remember how long he had walked or how far he had walked, but there was no one around him, no armored cavalry, no blood glass, black swords and white knives. He was the only one left here.
Is this another place similar to Taixu's illusion? Or is he dreaming? Li Luo rubbed his eyebrows. He could feel everything around him, the wind, the rice fields, and the singing. If it was a dream, this dream was really scary.
. Even though he has a calm mind, he can't help but feel a little worried at this moment, not knowing where this song will take him.
He had no other choice but to keep walking along with the singing. Finally, after forgetting time again, when he brushed away a piece of straw, he saw a scene completely different from this rice field.
A lonely grave, hidden alone under the rice field.
Li Luo was startled. The appearance of an isolated grave was not a good sign. There was a tombstone in front of the grave. It was not high and was just hidden under the straw. There seemed to be words on it, but he could not see clearly from a distance. He approached.
Pushing aside some annoying straw, I squatted down and looked carefully at the words engraved on the surface of the tombstone. The writing was mottled, and there was a layer of floating dust blocking my sight. I reached out and wiped off the dust on the tombstone, and the writing was barely visible.
Li Luo leaned closer and was about to take a closer look when suddenly, a hand stretched out from the grave. As fast as lightning, he quickly and decisively grasped his wrist.
This time, he was so startled that he broke into a cold sweat. He groaned and leaned back hastily. His eyes blurred. When he opened his eyes again... Li Luo saw the armored knight!
Li Luo lay on the ground stunned for a long time, then suddenly jumped up, gasping for air, and looked to the left and right, still seeing the tree in the shape of a porcelain vase. There was a sound not far away, looking for the sound, Xue Li and the black sword and the white sword were there.
After speaking, Xue Li noticed his gaze, looked back at him, and said lightly: "Are you awake? It's time to hit the road." The voice was not loud, but it reached his ears steadily.
It's already dawn.
Li Luo's face was very pale and his breathing was rapid. He couldn't help but reach out and touch his vest, only to find that the clothes at the back of his chest had already been soaked with cold sweat.
Is this a dream or whether he really went somewhere after nightfall in search of the song? Li Luo couldn't tell. If it was a dream, everything he experienced in the dream seemed more real than what he saw before him. His wrist was still faintly
The hand stretched out from the grave was so painful that it was as strong as cast iron, but surprisingly it did not leave any scars, including those cut by straw leaves.
On this day, he walked in a hazy state, and Xue Li looked at him more than once, with a frown on his face and a worried look on his face.
At night, this was the fourth night after leaving the volcano. Li Luo didn't sleep. He sat cross-legged in the rice field and circulated the Bingxin Jue to regulate his injured meridians. He wasn't sleepy, but even if he was sleepy, he didn't want to
When I go to sleep, I can't help but feel frightened when I think of the incredible dream last night.
It's good weather again. Calculating the solar terms, it should be early spring. However, the changes in the four seasons are not very obvious in the Shiwan Mountains. It would rather be divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter. It probably depends on when it rains more and so on.
It rains less sometimes.
The wind blows the fragrance of rice fields. The rice flowers have already bloomed and there is no fragrance of rice flowers. However, the fragrance of rice is also very good. Although it is not as obvious as the fragrance of rice flowers, it is calm and restrained, making people feel more at ease.
The wind was blowing, the rice leaves were dancing, and my heart felt a lot calmer. I hadn't seen anything strange for a long time, and Li Luo gradually calmed down. The insect chirping still sounded tonight, but as long as you don't pay attention, you can distinguish the song in the insect chirping.
, the sound of insects is the sound of insects.
Li Luo breathed out lightly, and the Ice Heart Art circulated for ten weeks, taking away some stubborn diseases and injuries in the meridians, and gradually became dormant. When he opened his eyes, fortunately, the starry sky was still there, the armored knights were also there, and the blood glass and
The black sword and the white sword were also nearby. He shook his head and smiled, maybe it was just a dream, but it made him suspicious for a whole day.
Someone was playing a piece of music. Li Luo raised his head and glanced around. Although the sound was not loud, it was very real and it was not far away. He didn't pay much attention, thinking it was someone under the command of Black Sword and White Sword playing the flute.
Xiao, after all, is not familiar with Black Sword and Baidao. God knows if he has any special hobbies. People like him are definitely not free from desires and desires. It is normal to like listening to music.
Music is sometimes more direct than language and more touching than words.
From ear to ear. Heart to heart.
Sometimes, you have to remember your heart more deeply than mine; sometimes, you have to reciprocate a song to know how deep my feelings are. Love, hate, and resentment can all be sung with a song. Li Luo felt that the earliest
Our ancestors may not be able to speak when they were young, but they would definitely use music to express their emotions.
I have nothing to do, Black Sword and White Sword don't seem to have the intention to kill him these days, so just listen to this song and don't let your mind be taken away again.
Gloomy resentment, seven songs and nine chapters, the flowers have fallen, the prosperity has dispersed, life and death have been with it, never leaving, for thousands of years, tears and smiles, all the moods are gathered here across the mountains, the sorrow is gone at night, across the wall, all