Thousand Years Dream String Song

Ten days, fleeting.

The guards sent out to look for Feng Liyue came back wave after wave, but still did not bring any useful news back.

"Keep looking, no matter what, you must find my junior brother!"

"Yes!" The guard turned pale with fright, and retreated quickly with a short body.

"Fourth Brother, don't worry, the Palace Master will be fine," Ling Ran comforted, "The reason why he didn't turn around must be because something was delayed, and the Palace Master seems to be very measured in doing things. "

Simo closed his eyes in pain, and his deep voice was full of suppressed despair: "He has a sense of proportion, I know, but we have lost contact with him for ten days, how can I not worry, Ling Ran, I am quiet Don't worry about it..."

Ling Ran gently embraced Si Mo from behind, and said in a low voice, "Fourth brother, I know, I know all of this."

Si Mo hoarsely called: "Spirit burning?"

Ling Ran just laughed, and said softly: "Fourth brother, the lord is the lord of Baifengchi, how can something happen? So, you have to rest assured, otherwise when he comes back, you will fall ill, and the lord will worried."

Simo no longer has the energy to think about such and such possibilities. In fact, he is not a person who only knows how to act on his emotions, so after a little thought, he understood Ling Ran's painstaking efforts.

Gently took her hand, but just opened his mouth, unable to utter a word.

Ling Ran poured him a glass of water, and said softly: "Fourth brother, after drinking the water, go to the room to rest for a while, I will wait here, and I will notify you as soon as there is news."

Si Mo took the cup, drank it honestly, and said hesitantly, "Ling..."

"Don't talk." Ling Ran pushed him into the back room, and said, "Go and rest."

Without further refusing, Simo went back to his room to rest.

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wind chime.

Distant and ethereal.

A cyan shadow kept swaying in front of his eyes, even though he opened his eyes, his eyes were still blurred.

"Brother Yue, Qingmian will always be with Brother Yue, never separate."

"Mian..."

This time, I finally saw it clearly.

Under the apricot tree, the girl's eyes were as bright as water, and she ran away smiling.

Don't go, light sleep, don't go...

"Ah-eh?"

He woke up with a start, and propped himself up with his arms reflexively, but the severe pain in his right wrist made him fall back on the bed.

Wait, what is this place?

Suppressing the dizziness, he opened his eyes again to look at the environment in front of him.

This room is not big, except for the body and the bed under it, there is nothing around it.

"you're awake?"

who?There is another person in this room!He didn't notice it?

The man walked over from the end of his line of sight, and slowly said: "Mr. Feng has been sleeping for ten days, and has been in a daze all the time. This time he really woke up."

Listening to his tone, he seemed to be relieved, Feng Liyue had put away his surprised expression at this time, and smiled slightly:

"Master Officiant."

"Young Master Feng."

The two looked at each other and smiled, the former said in a dazed manner: "I remember I jumped off the cliff on Wen Ziyuan, and then... what happened? Why am I here with Lord Priest?"

The priest stared at him for a moment, then said slowly: "You did jump off the cliff, but you were stuck on a dead tree. Although you survived, your right hand was severely fractured. , you are groggy, and you have not come to yourself, this priest is very worried."

Feng Liyue stopped moving his right hand, which was wrapped in layers, but sat up with his left hand. After doing this series of movements, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and he accidentally touched the wound, but he only hummed softly. With a sound.

When his breathing calmed down, he said nonchalantly, "Fengli will have nothing to repay the kindness of the Lord Priest for saving you."

"It's just a trivial matter, how about repaying it." His voice was cold, and he changed the topic and said, "Mr. Feng used the flute to play that piece of music in Wen Ziyuan that day. Where did you hear it?"

"Can not remember."

The priest couldn't believe his ears, and said, "Don't remember?"

The tone was stunned and angry, as if the person who said he couldn't remember had committed a fatal mistake.

"I don't remember."

Fengli looked at the chief priest's murderous eyes indifferently, her words were gentle, but her tone was a bit cold.

"I still remember the tune of this tune, I can write it for the priest."

The officiant's expression suddenly became extremely strange, including normal people's astonishment, shock, and unpredictable gloom.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally calmed down, but there was still an unpredictable coldness between the words.

"The White Pagoda is isolated from the world, Mr. Feng can write it slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

The coldness in Feng Liyue's eyes became more intense, and his tone was still gentle: "As far as I know, this song should be a forbidden song, and it was extinct 6000 years ago. In the heart of the priest, are you really not in a hurry?"

"You—" It seemed that the most shameless side hidden in the bottom of my heart had been revealed, the priest was furious, Feng Li Yue interrupted lightly:

"Or, Lord Priest intends to let me finish writing the song, and then start?"

The priest snorted coldly, grabbed Feng Liyue's injured right hand, pressed the fingertips on the wound and slowly applied force: "Did no one tell you that a person who is too smart will die very quickly!"

Feng Liyue only felt that the wound was about to explode in pain, but stubbornly raised his head, and even laughed out loud: "Master the priest tried his best to save me, didn't he just want to get the forbidden song? I thought you would be so capable, I didn't expect to be irritated by saying a few words...uh... How can a person like you do great things!"

"..." After being told off his mind, the chief priest still did not let go, but continued to exert force, Feng Liyue finally couldn't laugh, and the words began to tremble: "Master chief priest, please let go, everything... can be discussed... ..."

"Heh, if you said this earlier, why do you have to suffer so much?" The priest let go with a sneer, and said in a natural tone: "In one day, write out the score."

Fengli seemed to be still not freed from the pain, and said with a trembling voice: "Okay... But, even if this score is written, there is no one to teach it, and the priest may not be able to learn it, so I ask the priest to agree to the wind. Li Yue has one thing."

Talk about conditions?The priest sneered in his heart, and said in his mouth: "As long as you are willing to write out the forbidden song and teach it to me, I will promise you one thing, it will not be a problem."

Feng Liyue had recovered at this time, and there was a strange smile on his childish face: "I would like to invite the priest to recommend me as the priest of His Highness King Mo."

The officiant readily agreed: "I thought it was something, such a trivial matter, I can handle it with just one sentence."

Feng Li smiled knowingly: "Then there will be Lord Lao Ji."

"Well, this priest still has something to do, so let's go first, you can rest by yourself."

The priest turned and walked out of the room, feeling increasingly disdainful of Feng Liyue in his heart, his intelligence is limited to fame and fortune, such a person, as long as he is given more benefits, why not use it for himself?

The more Fengli looked at the closed door after the chief priest walked out of the room, the more gentle his smile became.

Why didn't he know how his performance just now would make the officiant think of him, it was just that he did it deliberately.

"Qingmian... I dreamed of you again..."