There was a rushing rain at night.

The sound of water and the sound of water. The rainflower jumps around the roof tile?

On the roeing chair under the eaves, Song Qianji closed his eyes closed? Drink water in the whole courtyard, enjoy the rare alone time.

He is a tree. The grass and trees of the Song Dynasty have accepted him as the same kind. As long as he is willing, he can control each vine to grow, each flower is open, and each root system absorbs water, but he is unwilling to order or control.

Whenever everything is silent, this is full of sounds that he can hear? A sense of satisfaction is natural.

In another way, I perceive the new world from another angle, and it does gain a lot.

The old cat who hid the rain tried to get closer, just lifted the claws, and worn it directly from his body.

"You? This is not very polite, do you know?" Song Qianji was helpless.

The old cat yelled in doubt, why? Can people see it? But can't touch it, like the moon in their own water bowl.

Even if there is no meat for the time being, you ca n’t cultivate it by yourself. Song Qianji likes to stay in the field to see people work. During the day, I have to trouble others to support the umbrella for him, and the night is much simpler.

In the third year of returning to the world, his soul has been strong enough. He can take the moonlight after the childhood, walk freely, and touch the lifeless object.

After a while, the night rain stopped, and the moonlight after the rain was clear and bright. It was full of silver light.

The flowers and plants of the Song Dynasty were full and drank, stretched the body under the moon, and trembled.

Meng Heze is good at planting vegetables, Wei Zhenyu is good at planting flowers and plants, Ji Chen is good at taking care of low shrubs and vines.

When entering the flower garden, it is inexplicably in the corner of the corner. No one plants and cares, and stubbornly sprouts.

When the flowers bloom, it is actually a blue peony, and the petals are full of flowers and gorgeous.

In a spring rain tonight, the delicate peony was never destroyed by the wind and rain.

Song Qianji got up from the rocking chair, wanted to walk closer, and suddenly stopped.

Just listen? A sullen piano sound was delivered with the spring breeze.

This? The tune is simple and soothing. It is not a sound of sorrow, but it reveals that the piano players are quiet, and it seems that after the rain, the flowers fluttering with the water flow with the water.

Song Qianji looked up, the spring night is not cold or hot, the moonlight is so beautiful, why do people sigh for the people who play the piano?

Suddenly listened again? A while of singing and piano sound: "Good flowers must be bought, Haoyue must be stubborn, thinking of life is the most?"*

This? The sound is thin, the tone is light and gorgeous, the tone is lingering, it seems to be injured? Women's complaints.

Song Qianji walked towards the door of the courtyard, picked up the white umbrella with golden wheat ears, and stretched out.

Push the door? Out, the moonlight after the Song Academy is like water.

His soul under the umbrella is no longer transparent. If he is not touched, he looks no different from ordinary people.

Traveling late at night, always prepare for soul -showing magazines to avoid scaring pedestrians.

After the rain, the insects were rushing, the breeze brushed lightly. The night was quiet, and there were a few lights of the lights.

Song Qianji supports the umbrella alone, and wants to find the sound of singing and piano.

Wait? He passed high? The lower courtyard wall, walking through the small bridge of flowing water, finally listened to the singing lyrics.

But the singing voice was lighter, and it turned into a low -dumb male voice: "Looking at the floor, the spring mountain stacked, where the home is, the smoke waves, the pillow persuaded people to return, it is rare ..."*

It seems like traveling far away, climbing to the hometown, and the railing shoots all the songs.

Song Qianji accelerated his footsteps and entered a waste garden.

Singing is abruptly.

I saw? The flowers and trees were silent around, and a double girl sneaked alone in the pavilion.

"Drive this? Girl, just the one? Where did you go?" Where did you go? "

The girl was still trapped in the singing, and she fiddled with the strings in vast, and heard the sound of the sound:

"Ah, you, you are ..."

I wish you stand up in a hurry, sort out his dresses, and can't help looking at the coming.

The man was wearing a white robe, holding a white umbrella, with a mild face, unlike the legendary appearance, like a book? Lost in the middle of the night.

She hugs the piano and salutes: "King of Song!"

Song Qianji also wanted to ask the singer's whereabouts, and suddenly glory: "Girl this? Qin ..."

The piano body is soft, the seven strings shake lightly, and the waves are rippling.

The layer of ripples splashed the broken picture, in front of him? Flash?

"This is not my piano. I don't play well, ashamed."

Zhu Xin is not the first time to come to Qianqu. Her elder brother Zhu Based on Qianqu, he set up a small courtyard for her, and once wanted to let her live here for a long time.

After the war, the monks of the fairy alliance made birds and beasts. Xianyinmen Mountain Gate was closed, and the disciples were scattered and scattered.

"Only give you a piano, but didn't say you? It's the head. Xianyinmen, the messy stall, you can't turn you?"

I wish the heart not agreed, and hugged the piano alone.

Leave this? There is no one to take care of this in the small courtyard all year round.

"What is your name?" Song Qianji signaled her to sit down.

"My name is Zhu Xin, Disciple of Xianyin."

She still claims to be a disciple of Xianyin.

In the tenth year after the end of the war, willing to be willing? More and more pronunciation of Xianyin disciples is increasing.

They traveled all over the mainland, healed the wounds with piano audio therapy, dispelled the grief, and saw what they saw into a new song.

Xianyinmen is still there, but it is not lonely? The cold Xianshan.

Song Qianji was slightly froze, picked up his clothes, sat in the heart to face the face.

This person played He Qingqing's piano, referring to the rules of Miaoyan.

The two generations of "Xianyin Shuangxuan" were grievances, and the hatred was like the sea.

"You? Play well, why bother?" Song Qian said warmly.

"Do you think I am good?!" Zhu Xin was shocked, his eyes were shining.

"Well." Song Qianji nodded.

He was too relaxed, and wished him at him, feeling that he was sitting in the shade of the tree, and he couldn't help but relax.

"I know you are comforting me." The girl holds her cheeks with one hand, sighing, "Sister Miao Yan is in me? At the age, I have been called the" first beauty of the real world ". How about me? I still bring it with it with

A few? Masters and sisters are blindly mixed everywhere. "

Song Qianji didn't speak, listened quietly? She said this?

"I'm too, too stupid, and compare with the real piano genius, I don't work hard. If the master is still ..." Zhu Xin suddenly said, "Yeah".

He Qingqing is a name that cannot be mentioned.

After the war, people cursed this with the most vicious language? People who almost destroy the world. Strangely, the monks who have participated in the fairy alliance scolded the most?

"Can't believe any magic medicine that will make cultivation as surge;

This? Two dead laws were carved into the deepest part of all monks' souls and passed to future generations.

People hate He Qingqing, and they are afraid of her. They are afraid that she will not die.

The girl carefully looked at the Song Qian machine, and saw that the face of Fang was as usual, and then said, "This? Zhang Lusai, is it ..."

"It was indeed I sent it." Song Qianji drooped.

On the night of the moon, the spring breeze rolled up the peach blossoms and fell on the piano.

Whether you are orphans in the sky, or the king of people's hearts, none of them can be fulfilled.

I wish my heart inexplicable that the big tree above her head was about to fall. At this moment, she wanted to comfort the right side.

She reached out and went to shoot Song Qianji's shoulders, like comforting the sisters.

"Ah!" The girl's slender five fingers passed through the shadow, "Yes?, Yes! No!"

"It's okay, scare you?" Song Qianji said.

"Will you be sad too?" Zhu Xin retracted his hand, whispered, "can save the world, but you can't save yourself. Now this is like ..."

Even the meat | There is no body.

She has played the piano for many monks who failed to fail or falling into the realm after being injured. None of those people are painful?, I miss it before?..

The mortals are difficult to thrift from extravagance, and the monks are the same. I have experienced strong experience. Who can still accept weakness?

Song Qianji was the first strong man in the world. Can you endure this? Several gap?

The more she thought about it, the more sad, and she couldn't help but start from her heart: "I don't understand, is there no fairness in the world?"

Song Qianji was shocked. According to his years of experience, this? Emok expression? It is a sign of crying immediately.

He hurriedly explained: "I am now? Isn't it a fair?"
To be continued...