I laughed, pulled a chair and sat down, crossed my legs, picked up a few yellow fruits from the glass plate on the table, and chewed them with relish.

Before I could wait, I heard Yin Wuxie's voice: "Brother Lin, you are finally here. It's been nearly a year since we parted, right? Yin is very concerned about you." From the ground, a shadow flower slowly emerged, and the buds kept growing, blooming layer by layer, revealing Yin Wuxie sitting cross-legged.

I was stunned and then I realized that Yin Wuxie didn't want his disciples to know about his visit to Moshatian. He immediately agreed with knowledge: "A few days ago, I suddenly remembered the fact that you invited me to visit Yixianxia. I had a whim and refused to report it. I had a little misunderstanding with your disciple just now. Don't blame the head."

"Who can they blame?" Yin Wuxie smiled slightly, rose up, and the shadow flower was like a wisp of mist, penetrated into his body. Yin Wuxie nodded to Gan Ningzhen again: "Gan Fairy Gan."

Several Yingliumen were speechless, but they didn't expect that Yin Wuxie was more kind to me than Gan Ningzhen. Under Yin Wuxie's order, they had to bow to me and apologize.

I took out a goose yellow tree from my bag and heard it three times, echoing in the gorge for a long time. The solemn ancient bells had an ethereal and vast meaning.

"Ten Joys to welcome guests, ancient sound." Gan Ning Zhen's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of melancholy: "When Ning Zhen used to visit the sand table with his master, he once listened to Ten Joys. In a flash, it has been decades."

Before the bell was finished, the sound of rumbling drums came again, majestic and exciting. It was as if the soldiers on the battlefield were lit up, the horns were blowing in the camp, and the killing aura of thousands of troops rushed towards the face. At this time, the water flow happened to be rushing. With the fierce drum beat, the rolling blue waves rushed towards the rocks, making a loud noise, splashing snow and broken jade.

I yelled at the high end, "What a drum, I heard it so passionately!"

Yin Wuxie smiled and said, "Brother Lin is a man of blood and temperament, and is suitable for listening to such heroic drums."

Immediately afterwards, a clear sound of the pipa was like raindrops falling on the water. In an instant, it seemed as if it was returning to the south of the Yangtze River from the north. The spring rain was drizzling, greening the bananas and red cherries. The girl was guarding the red candles on the boudoir windows and embroidering the fragrance of green plums.

The water waves gradually slowed down, the angle between the two mountain walls became narrower and narrower, and the light suddenly became darker, as if it had entered the valley, with only a faint slit left in the blue sky.

With a few ding dongs, the guqin cong competed, and the broken gold and cut jade were cut. It seemed that the orchids bloomed in midnight, the moonlight in the valley was quiet, and the flowers by the lake were shining alone. The cool loneliness also brought a bit of elegance flying away by the wind.

The moon soul halo on my fingertips flickered, and I couldn't help but dance and dance gracefully. The charming dance was embedded in the piano sound, slimly touching, stirring up dreamy light and shadow on the clear water surface.

The pleasure boat turned over a headland, and the water waves rippled, and the soft and delicate sounds of silk and bamboo were everywhere, making people drunk. Just like in front of the wealthy hall, where orioles sing and dancing. A smile made the daughter of a thousand gold, and flowers were broken, the romantic boy replaced his youth with a light and low singing.

The more graceful and intense the charming dance, I swayed my sleeves, and the lotus clothes were in the wind, and I remembered the head of Orange Island and had countless sweet and passionate kisses with Hai Ji.

Then, the low sound of pottery sounded in my ears, and the whole mountain gorge seemed to be immersed in the ancient charm of changing worlds, and things changed, every grass and tree, experiencing vicissitudes. The shadows and waters of the mountains gradually faded away, like the aftertaste of bitter tea, with endless aftertaste. A trace of confusion arose in my heart. Looking at the beautiful shadow standing on the bow of the boat, floating white clothes, I thought to listen to the ten joys with Gan Ningzhen next time, I didn’t know the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

The cramped cliff gradually retreated to both sides, and a bright blue tile appeared in the sky again. Suddenly, a clanging sound of the zither pierced the sky, with silver hooks and iron strangled, and a strong spirit. It was the lonely man standing proudly on the top of the noble snow-capped mountain, thinking about the leisure of the world, and crying alone.

Waving my sleeves, I slowly stopped dancing. The noble artistic conception of the guzheng is something I cannot understand now. The flowing water goes east, and the blue waves reflect the thick mountain shadows, becoming deep and deep.

The sound of the zither has just disappeared, and the clear sound of the flute and the faint sound of the flute come together, entangling each other. It seems that two birds of swallows are sometimes playing and chasing, sometimes flying together, sometimes rising and falling in the vast sea of ​​clouds, twists and turns, chirping, creeping into the depths of the blue sky, and finally the sound gradually becomes quiet.

When I looked up, Gan Ning and I really met. She turned around and the flashing water patterns reflected on the jade neck.
Chapter completed!