Second-generation ancestor

Out of the village, follow the road to the top of the mountain.Following the direction of the water flow, Bai Hao and Song Dongyang kept going upstream, passing through the dense forest, the sound of the water flow became louder and louder.After walking for about an hour, at the foot of a cliff, I finally saw the cave the old man mentioned.Looking from the outside, the inside of the cave was pitch black, and the water flow outside the cave became more and more turbid, emitting white gas.

Bai Hao possessed himself, stretched his hand into the water, and said, "The water is warm, I want to go into the cave and have a look."

"You want to go underwater?"

Bai Hao said: "The village is not big, and there is only one way to enter the village, which is the mouth of the river. If someone is lost in the village, the villagers should have searched everywhere up and down the mountain. Where else can this murderer hide? So, I think It should be something out of the ordinary."

"Let's go!" Song Dongyang began to undress after finishing speaking.

Bai Hao frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Don't take off your clothes when you go down the river."

Bai Hao glared at him, turned over and jumped into the river.

He held his breath and moved forward, facing the direction of the water flow inward. Song Dongyang followed behind Bai Hao, feeling a little strenuous, and after swimming for a while, his strength was insufficient, and his head began to feel dizzy.The scene in front of him became more and more blurred, and he let out a breath and gradually lost consciousness.In a haze, a pair of soft lips pressed against his face, his mind instantly became clear, and he stared at Bai Hao with wide eyes.

Song Dongyang put his hand behind Bai Hao's head, Bai Hao frowned slightly, kicked him away, and swam towards the surface of the water by himself. Hearing someone talking vaguely by the river, he took a breath and stopped.

After a while, Song Dongyang poked his head out. Just as he was about to swim out of the pool, Bai Hao covered his mouth with one hand and pulled him into the dark.

"What's wrong?" Song Dongyang said, pushing away Bai Hao's hand.

"The inside and outside of this cave are connected by a deep water pool. This is the other side of the cave. Before the water surfaced, I heard human voices. I don't know the depth. In this way, we will stay for a while and wait for the people to disperse before going ashore. " Bai Hao said.

"Okay." Song Dongyang happily agreed, the pool gets warmer as it goes in, and it's rare to get so close to Bai Hao, the friction between the skin will inevitably make people fantasize about it.

Seeing the rich expression on Song Dongyang's face, Bai Hao immediately let go of his hand in embarrassment when he thought of the breath that Caishui had given to save someone just now.

Song Dongyang said viciously, "Brother Bai, are you shy?"

Bai Hao looked serious: "Shhh, don't talk, the person seems to have left."

Hearing the sound on the shore gradually dissipated, the two people got out of the hole and swam quietly to the shore. After taking a breath, they used their energy to look around. Surrounded by mountains on three sides, the pool was full of okra and begonias, blooming beautifully. .

"This place is warm and pleasant, and the flowering period is two months later than outside." Looking for the only path, the two carefully walked out of the yard. After walking a few steps, they saw a pavilion built against the mountain.The vermilion top and white walls, the murals are alluring, taking advantage of the green onions all over the mountain, it is extraordinarily fresh and beautiful.

After walking a few steps closer, I could see the contents of the painting clearly. There were two handsome men, one playing the piano and the other playing the flute.

Bai Hao said: "This painting is..."

"where?"

"On the walls of the ancestral hall in Luohe Village, it just feels a little different."

"What's the difference?" Song Dongyang asked.

"The people playing the qin and the flute have changed. To be precise, it's not a change, but an exchange."

"The qin player plays the flute, and the flute player plays the qin?"

"Someone is coming." Hearing the noise, Bai Hao hurriedly said, pulling Song Dongyang to quickly hide in the corner.

Not far away came two people, a young servant and a young man in red. The young man in red said, "Have you figured out who these people are? After a while, I will choose a good one for the Lord."

"I've figured it out a long time ago, Hotbed Ruanmeng, if I were them, I wouldn't leave even if I was killed."

"Don't forget what happened last time. If the lord hadn't dealt with it in a timely manner, I don't know how much trouble would have caused? No, I'm still worried. I have to go look again." The boy in red turned around and walked back after finishing speaking. .

Song Dongyang and Bai Hao followed quietly, turned two corners, entered the garden, and saw a group of young gentlemen writing poems and painting, smiling contentedly.The red-clothed boy turned over and stood on the roof, counted them carefully, and then left with peace of mind.

Amidst the laughter, several graceful dancers carried a pipa and scattered into the garden. When the pipa sounded, colorful silks and satins flew up all over the sky, and the dancers danced lightly, scratching their heads and showing their poses.At the end of the day, several young men entered the dance floor with the dancer and danced close to each other.

"Tsk tsk, this scholar is messed up, it's really low."

Song Dongyang turned his head to take a look, Bai Hao's face was ashen, and he said: "Food and sex." The conversation changed, and he came from it, "Isn't this the life you dream of."

"What do you mean?" Song Dongyang asked cautiously.

Bai Hao pointed to a room in the distance that was steaming from the outside. Several men were combing their clothes, their faces were flushed, and they were coming out of the room.

Song Dongyang said vigilantly: "You want me to go deep into the enemy army? If I don't go, who knows what kind of pervert that Lord is?"

"I don't think so. Raising a group of schoolboys and letting them drink and have fun must be elegant people." Bai Hao analyzed carefully, "Thinking about it carefully, he still matches you very well."

Song Dongyang was cruel: "Okay, I can go, since you promised to save these people, you owe me this favor."

"Okay, if you ask me for anything in the future, you will never regret it."

"Remember what you said." After finishing speaking, Song Dongyang stepped into the room, dressed up properly, fanned himself, and entered the garden.

He was dressed in white, and his long black hair was simply tied in a bun behind his ears. He was handsome, with sword eyebrows and star eyes. Compared with those ordinary schoolboys, he was naturally a little more heroic, and he was very conspicuous among the crowd.

The boy entered the garden, walked straight to Song Dongyang, raised his head slightly, and said, "My lord, please!"

Song Dongyang took a closer look and found that it was Bai Hao. He said in surprise, "Brother Bai...you are fast enough!"

"Young master, let's go, the lord has been waiting for you for a long time."

Leading Song Dongyang out of the yard, he became impatient when he saw the young man in red, and urged them: "Why are you so slow today?" Turning to look at Song Dongyang, "This guy is not bad, but his face is sparse, and he doesn't seem to have seen him much before. Pass."

Song Dongyang bowed his head and said nothing, the servant said to himself: "I guess I just came here, and I will tell you what to do later, so you just do it, don't talk too much."

Song Dongyang nodded slightly, and the two of them followed the young man in red, along the long corridor, turned a few more turns, and finally stopped at the door of a room, saying: "My lord, I have brought you here."

As soon as the door opened, the boy in red said, "Go in."

Song Dongyang glanced at Bai Hao, walked into the room slowly, the door slammed shut, Bai Hao watched Song Dongyang disappear, but suddenly regretted it.

The windows and doors were closed, and the hall was a bit dark. There was a large chair standing on the hall, and one person was leaning on the chair, some of them couldn't see their faces clearly.

"Are you here?" The person on the chair asked lazily.

"I am coming."

After listening to Song Dongyang's answer, the man seemed to suddenly become interested, and immediately sat upright, saying, "You...you repeat it." His voice sounded trembling slightly.

"I am coming."

"Call me Qiangdi, say, here I come, Qiangdi!"

Thinking slightly, Song Dongyang said: "I'm here, Qiangdi."

Qiang Di got up, landed beside Song Dongyang, stretched out his hand, and hugged him in his arms: "Luo Chen, you finally came back to see me."

After Qiangdi let go of his hand, Song Dongyang could see this person clearly. He was dressed in blue and light gauze, and his black long hair fell from his temples. deep feeling.

The man stretched out his hand to lift Song Dongyang, and hurriedly walked towards the inner hall. The windows of the inner hall are bright and clean, and the sunlight is very good.Walking to the front of the case, he pointed to the qin on the case and said: "I searched all over the country before I found this good qin for you. You should try it first. I know that it is much worse than your original one, but It should be good with my 'Chasing Love'."

After Qiangdi finished speaking, he pulled out a piccolo from his waist and said, "I have never played this flute since you left. It is hard to find a bosom friend, without you, what's the point of playing it?"

Song Dongyang remained silent, just silently following the people in front of him playing with these unfamiliar musical instruments.

"Play it, try it." Qiang Di said.

"I……"

Qiang Di looked at Song Dongyang seriously, and begged, "Just play it."

Song Dongyang gently fluctuated the strings, the pure timbre flowed between his fingers, the Qiangdi heard it, his eyes were slightly red, he put the flute on his lips, the syllables were intermittent, after several years, the sound of the flute was no longer melodious, but the Qiangdi remained She shed tears.

Missing, missing deep in the bones, what kind of taste should it be?

Song Dongyang raised his hand, flicked the flute lightly, and said, "I'm not him."

Qiang Di put the piccolo in Song Dongyang's hand: "I know, but you are like him."

"Like but not."

Qiang Di took a deep breath: "Someone once said that."

Song Dongyang suddenly thought of the young man in Luojia Village, and seemed to understand something: "What happened to that man?"

"He's not Luo Chen, and he even wants to ruin that face that looks like Luo Chen, but if he doesn't have this face, what am I going to do with him?" After a pause, he continued, "So, I let him go, let him go go home."

"Who is Luo Chen? Why did you separate?"

"Luo Chen..." Qiang Di turned his eyes and looked at Qin Dao on the table, "He is my bosom friend, my friend."

"Friend?" Song Dongyang asked.

"He is also my lover, the person I am willing to give up my life to protect, but he doesn't love me. He would rather jump into the abyss than be with me. Forget it, I was selfish in the first place." Qiang Dizi The word remorse.

"Is Luojia Village his home?"

"Luojia Village is his hometown. After he jumped off the cliff, I couldn't find his body, so I could only wait for him here. But after waiting for so long, I even forgot the time. Especially in the past two years, I have... …have no patience to wait for him any longer.”

"He's still alive?"

"He won't die, he... just doesn't want to see me." Qiang Di paused for a while, and said again, "Can you play the piano for me again."

Song Dongyang didn't say a word, he stood silently in front of the case, raised his hand and flicked the qin, and heard a crash, looked up, and saw that the Qiang flute had fallen to the ground.

Song Dongyang hurried forward, held up the Qiang flute, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Qiang Di pushed Song Dongyang away and said, "Go! Go!"

Song Dongyang looked closely at the man's eyes, which had gradually turned blue: "Enchanted?"

At the end of life, the devil retains a bit of humanity. If this last layer of skin is torn off and life is wiped out, one can only become a devil from then on.

Qiangdi roared: "Let's go!" He stretched out his palm and split the table in front of him, and the piano was broken in two.

With a "bang", a person broke in through the window, Bai Hao stepped forward and stopped Song Dongyang behind him.

A demonic wind blew up, and the power slowly condensed in the palm of the Qiang flute, glowing with blue light, a palm strike, Bai Hao struggled to catch it, took a little effort, took two steps back, and asked Song Dongyang: "The way of the devil has become a devil, this person must be killed!"

Putting the fingertips in front of his body, he said: "Fix the body, settle the mind, and concentrate!" A huge net burst out from the fingertips and covered Qiangdi's body, Bai Hao said again, "The sun and the moon follow the shape, chasing water and clearing! "Using the curse to work, seal the demonic nature.

Qiang Di paused for a moment, twisting his body to try to break free. There was a faint blue light in his palm, and he suddenly shouted: "You are free to me, fight without fighting, ask me what my name is? Call it a demon!" Bai Hao was shocked, and the curse shattered. .

"My lord!" The young man in red appeared hastily, glanced at the Qiang flute, threw the sword in his hand to Bai Hao, and asked again: "Where is 'Zhuqing', blow it!"

Song Dongyang picked up the piccolo in his hand and blew once. The hoarse sound resounded in the air, but the Qiang flute suddenly became quiet and closed his eyes.Bai Hao drew his sword, the sword was glowing white, he was secretly surprised, it was the Demon Slayer Sword.

When he stabbed out, he was stopped by Song Dongyang, who asked, "Can he not die?"

Bai Hao said in a deep voice: "No!" Song Dongyang let go, watching Bai Hao's sword sink into Qiang Di's chest.

The blue light in Qiang Di's eyes has gradually receded, and his rationality has suddenly returned. His head is already full of white hair. He stretched out his hands and babbled, yelling "Luo Chen" one after another.

Song Dongyang held him in his arms and held his hand: "I am here." Ren Xue followed "Chasing Love" and fell drop by drop on the ground, Song Dongyang continued, "You have expected such a day? So prepare the demon sword."

Qiang Di tried to force a smile on his lips, and said: "I am Qiang Di, the Right Envoy of the Demonic Dao. The Demonic Dao has entered the Demonic Way, human nature does not exist, there is no love, no heart, no heart, what's the point of living? I have waited for him for decades, Enough waiting."

"Decades?" Song Dongyang exclaimed.

Luo Chen looked at his white hair, smiled and said, "It's been 52 years, it's time to let go."

"People in the devil will continue their life in the way of becoming a devil when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. I thought it was just a rumor."

Qiang Di shook his head: "It's not a rumor." He stuffed the piccolo into Song Dongyang's hand and whispered, "Take 'Chasing Love' and go to Luo Chen and give it to him for me."

"Okay, what else can I take with you?"

Qiang Di lowered his eyes, and said: "The past has changed, I can't say it all. You just say...just say...the water in Luohe Village is really sweet."

"That's it?"

Qiang Di smiled: "Just one sentence, that's enough. Tell me, you...your name."

"Song Dongyang."

"Song Dongyang, okay, I'll remember." Qiang Di's hand slipped slightly, and when he closed his eyes, there was still a smile on his lips.

Song Dongyang held the piccolo tightly, feeling sad, and it was really uncomfortable to hold his chest.

The sound of the piano sounded, the melody was melodious, deep and sad, but it was extremely sad, and when it was too low, it actually carried a little strength. Song Dongyang raised his eyes and looked at Bai Hao who was playing the piano, and suddenly understood a lot. It was his first time. Listening to Bai Hao playing the piano once.

The young man in red buried the Qiang flute under the crabapple tree by the pool, put a handful of soil, but did not erect a monument. He glanced at the direction of the garden sadly, and said to Bai Hao, "I'll give you the sword if you can hold it easily. Come on, you help me send them back."

"I……"

"It's a deal." Before Bai Hao could speak, Song Dongyang answered first.

"If it weren't for you, the lord wouldn't have fallen into the devil so early, it's all because of your face!" The red-clothed boy's eyes were slightly red, and he sobbed, "The lord said that if he fell into the devil, he only wanted to die, that's why he died early." Prepared the sword. Fortunately, I didn't do it with my own hands, or else...or..."

"Is Luo Chen really alive?" Song Dongyang asked the boy in red.

"The lord said that even if Luo Chen dies, he will definitely return to Luohe Village."

Song Dongyang remained silent, and glanced at the flowers of the crabapple tree. The okra and crabapple were still gorgeous on the branches, but they were a little more bleak in the wind.