The rustle of fallen leaves in the autumn wind adds a bit of color to the quiet world.
Listening to the leaves falling in autumn, even a very happy person will feel desolate and desolate. What's more, the old people have just passed away, and the sorrow adds to the desolation, which is only more sad.
Beside a raised mound in the flat ground, two figures, black and white, were flying up and down, causing gusts of wind.
The autumn wind is stronger and the sand and stones are dancing wildly.
On the edge of the mound, a long piece of wood that had just been shaved from new wood was crumbling, making the neat handwriting carved on it difficult to see clearly.
The black shadow keeps dodging.
Bai Ying clung to it.
Comparing the steps of the two body movements in detail, they are exactly the same and it is difficult to tell them apart.
The black shadow could have escaped, but it seemed to be tied down by an invisible chain. No matter what, after leaving the mound five or six feet away, it would inevitably approach the mound again in a roundabout way.
Then, they are forced away from the mound again, and then closer to the mound, and the cycle repeats.
From this point of view, the white shadow seems to be the guardian of the mound, and as long as the black shadow comes close, it will drive it away at all costs.
Although it is not a barren mountain, it is still inaccessible. This mound does not look unique. The soil and rocks on it are as new as ever. It is definitely not a place where ancient treasures and rare treasures are buried. What is the charm of this place?
What makes this mound so desirable and persevering?
Snap!
The long wooden block finally found it difficult to stand firm in the "strong wind" and fell forward.
The black and white figure next to it stopped at the same time because of this slight sound, looked sideways, and did not move.
Closer to the mound is a man in white clothes. He has handsome features and looks young, but is actually past his thirties. He is dressed like a scholar and looks gentle and elegant. With the wine gourd around his waist, he looks out of place.
Another man in black robe, looks more like a woman, with long hair shawl, and under the delicate eyebrows like a beauty, there is a pair of enchanting deep purple eyes, his skin is whiter than snow, and he seems to be slightly emitting a gleaming light, and he is evil in nature.
But he has not lost his childishness, thinking that he is only 28 years old.
The man in black robe stared at the piece of wood he was lying on, his eyes filled with tears, and his thin lips twitched, which made people feel pity.
He moved an inch toward the mound, and the scholar in white over there moved an inch toward him.
He gave up the idea of approaching the mound, and moved his gaze towards the scholar in white. He opened and closed his trembling lips with difficulty, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, Shanbo knows that he is young, and his knowledge is not as good as yours, his knowledge is not as good as yours, and his understanding is worse."
Not as good as you, the master has given you all he has learned in his life, and Shan Bo has no desire to compete for the mantle and inheritance. He does not pose any threat to the senior brother in the future. Now, the master is seriously ill and has passed away, and he has not yet rested. Why would the senior brother do this in front of the master's grave?
The fratricidal incident has caused the master to die in distress? Shan Bo is puzzled, please tell me a few things, senior brother."
The man in black robe who claimed to be a good person stared at the scholar in white and his eyes were blurred by tears. He really couldn't believe that just in front of a cup of tea, when he carved the words on the tombstone and inserted it into the tomb, this man
His senior brother, who was more than ten years older than him, actually attacked him from behind. If he hadn't been so sensitive, he could detect the wind coming from his side and turn around to dodge, I'm afraid he and his master would have died here.
The scholar in white sneered lightly and said: "Master and senior brother have taught you a lot. As long as you are in the world, sometimes you even breathe incorrectly. If someone has the intention to kill you, you must either run away or be killed.
, or kill the person who wants to kill you, and the rest of your words will be empty talk."
When Shan Bo heard this, he was shocked and angry. He clenched his fists and said, "From the same sect..."
Before Shanbo could utter the following words, the scholar in white had already finished saying: "So what about the friendship between the same disciples? Didn't the master teach you that it is always the people around you who give you a fatal blow?"
Shan Bo's mind was in chaos and he was speechless for a long time. After he regained consciousness, he asked nonchalantly: "The death of the master?"
"Master's death is indeed due to an old illness and has nothing to do with me."
"My presence...really hinders you?"
"It would be untrue to say there is none."
"The third lady of the Music family will be sent to the capital Youjing in the near future. The Music family can send a guard and a maid to accompany her. Miss Yintai is very talented and is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although she started as a palace maid after entering the palace,
But with his appearance and talent, he will become a noble in the palace sooner or later, and his escorts and maids will also be tainted with wealth. Is this why my senior brother wants to take my life?"
"I have no expectations for glory and wealth, but I have been wandering in the wilderness for decades, so I am quite looking forward to the grand scene of the palace. I really want to take this opportunity to experience it for a long time."
"...Senior brother, if you have this idea, just go and talk to the music master."
"That old bone is not a heartless person. After the little girl enters the palace, no matter whether she is rich and glorious, or cold and lonely, she will end up under the high wall of the imperial court for the rest of her life. After all, in exchange for a moment of fame and fortune for the musician, he will definitely
I will respect the little girl’s last wish.”
"In this case, senior brother asked Shan Bo to kowtow three times to the master and pay his last respects. Shan Bo will fly away from now on and will never appear in the music family or in front of senior brother again!"
The scholar in white was silent, seemingly acquiescing to Shan Bo's statement.
Then, Shan Bo moved, but the scholar in white didn't move.
Shan Bo walked past the scholar in white, who still didn't move at all.
When he knelt down and bowed for the third time, the wind from the palms blew again in his ears, and Shan Bo's heart was already half cold.
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The Yin family is an ordinary small family.
The master of the musician Yinhe is a close friend of Gui Wuwei, the leading hidden weapon master in the world.
Gui Wushen was plagued by old illnesses, and he knew that his time was short, so in the past few months, he took his two disciples, Yi Wusheng and Shanbo, one large and one small, to stay at the music house for a long time, just to talk about this life with the same sound.
, enjoy the last time.
By coincidence, Shan Bo and Yintai, who are similar in age, have unknowingly become a pair of young confidants.
Peaceful days are always broken inadvertently.
There are three daughters in the Yin family. The outstanding performance of the youngest daughter's music has spread to the capital for some unknown reason. The imperial edict was received a few days ago. The whole family is naturally very happy. They all point to the little daughter to reach the sky in one step and bless the Yin family.
At this time, Gui Wu calculated that his time had come, so he ordered his two apprentices to follow him to a secluded place two days in advance, and after he passed away, he was buried quietly.
Unexpectedly, the moment after he was buried, a drama of family members fighting against each other began.
Shan Bo was seriously injured and fled, and for a while he disappeared from the world.
Yi Wusheng got his wish and accompanied Yintai to Youjing.
However, as if by God's will, the trip to Youjing was not smooth, as he encountered bandits along the way.
None of the officers and soldiers survived. Rumor has it that the sound stage lost its footing and fell down a cliff while escaping. Their life or death was uncertain, while Yi Wusheng was missing.
Shan Bo didn't know where he heard about the disaster of Yintai's trip, so he rushed to the bottom of the cliff at starry night to search for traces of Yintai.
Concern leads to confusion. After not sleeping for three days and three nights, he finally exhausted his energy and fainted on the edge of the stream...
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"woke up?"
Shan Bo, who seemed to have been sleeping in chaos for a long time, vaguely heard such a soft voice.
He opened his eyes in a haze, and saw in front of him that he was dragging a small piece of bamboo with one hand, gently squeezing the green leaves with the other hand, and carefully putting the sweet juice and jade dew into his mouth. Who else could it be if it wasn't the sound stage that haunted him so much?
Thousands of words are close to my lips, but I am unable to spit out even a few words.
He wanted to smile from her.
Perhaps the facial muscles were very stiff due to long days of eating, and he grinned, showing an ugly smile that was completely incompatible with this delicate skin. The finishing touch was nothing more than this.
"Are you here for me?" Yintai asked, knowing that he was unable to answer.
For the first time, he stared into her eyes and her jade hands without any shyness, and smiled, and kept smiling.
Despite that smile, it's still so ugly.
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The relationship between bamboo, horse and green plum has not yet ended, and thousands of rivers and mountains are here for you.
But teach the world to be in chaos, and hold your hand to the end of the world to love you.