When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

Cultivation is meditation, all thoughts are empty, and all breaths are destroyed. Only when the spiritual platform is not stained with feathers, and the mind is not thinking about one thing, can the vitality of the world and the earth be communicated, and the spirit, soul, and heart can be purified.Therefore, samadhi does not dream.

Stepping on the slightly damp soil, Hong Ming was a little dazed.He vaguely remembered that he had just entered meditation, why did such a courtyard appear in his mind?I looked at the fragrant grass falling under my feet, and the petals of peach blossoms fell into the soil, stained with morning dew, as if there was a light rain at night, washing away the spring scenery of the garden.There is a smell of mixed earth in the air, and the flowers are like smoke and mist. He walks slowly in the garden. This place seems to be familiar, and there is a sense of familiarity everywhere...

A melodious zither sound suddenly came from afar, Hong Ming pushed aside layers of peach blossoms, and walked towards the sound of the zither. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stamped his feet, remembering where it was. 200 years ago, he spent four years here, there are, there are... Reaching out his hand to remove the last peach blossom, two figures appeared in front of him.One was dressed in a bright apricot-yellow deep dress, with a slender waist, a clear face, and a gentle smile between his brows.The other is wearing a crimson Confucian skirt and a childish bun, with a stubborn and unwilling face.Hong Ming closed his eyes and stopped walking.This is not a dream, although I don't know why I saw the scene in the past, but this scene is not a dream...

At this moment, the boy in yellow suddenly said, "I'll play it to you carefully this time, you have to remember it well. Don't refuse again when the master takes the exam next time."

The boy froze for a moment, then finally nodded, with a stubborn look on his face, the boy in yellow couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand to stroke the top of the boy's hair, and moved his hands on the piano.Gently press the dial, and the melodious piano music sounds, like a phoenix singing, or like a whisper, a breeze blows by, and the apricot yellow sleeves flutter with the wind, revealing the slender wrists of a young man, making the ten fingers on the piano more slender.Playing and playing, the sound of the piano gradually became lingering and pathetic, and the young man suddenly sang loudly, "Speak the Qin on behalf of me, and talk to my heart. When will I see Xu Xi, and comfort me. I wish my words are worthy of virtue, and I will join hands. I will not be able to fly , to bring me down."

At this point in the song, the young man turned his head to look at the boy who was already concentrating on it. He couldn't help but smile, changed the tune, and changed the sentence, "Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and Hu Jie is soaring together!" Just this one sentence, singing three times Together, the fingertips of the qin music gradually fell, and the sound was no longer heard.Pressing the last note, the boy in yellow pushed the piano table, leaned on the couch and looked directly at the boy's clear eyes, which were full of interest, "You like this song."

The boy was embarrassed, a blush appeared on Ruyubai's face.The young man laughed loudly, and grabbed the boy, "The qin is the first of all kinds of music. If you can play it from your heart, you can be upright and peaceful, tactful and pleasing to others. It's not just a plaything." A smile overflowed from the side, "It's not just a piano, as long as my heart is not dead, I won't become someone else's plaything."

After that, he let go of the nervous boy in his arms, and tapped the tip of his nose affectionately with his finger, "Are you willing to learn this time?"

The boy showed a shy expression on his face, and called out in a low voice, "Brother." The young man heard the meaning of the words, smiled again, and took the boy's little hands to the side of the piano table, placing the big and small hands together. on the strings.

"Good Zhuer, come and play with Brother Wei."

With a slight movement of the fingertips, there was a snap, and the dreamland dissipated before his eyes.Hong Ming opened his eyes, and what he saw was a secluded forest, with lush branches and leaves, and a deep forest path. Under the night, there was only a bonfire burning blazingly.A hundred years is like water passing away, and the time and space between the two worlds are like a moat, why would I recall that scene...

A low humming sound suddenly interrupted his thoughts, and when he looked sideways, he saw a head of silver hair shining by the fire, his slender figure and black skin seemed to blend into the night, making his hair more colorful shiny.As if aware of his gaze, the man turned his head away, stared slightly when he met his eyes, then smiled instantly, raised his hand and shook the bloody rabbit that had been peeled off in his hand.

"Master Hong Ming, do you want some too?"

Hong Ming looked at the sparkling smile on his lips, then at the dry and cautious eyes, and laughed. "Need not."

After all, he closed his eyes and regained his concentration.

There is no limit to the road, the body is like a lonely boat, and a hundred years are but a snap of the fingers, so why should we be so reluctant to let go.Old friends, just old friends.

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The author has something to say: Note: "Feng Qiuhuang" is played and sung.

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