I am in a predicament

Dingzhou Mountain is high and wide, deep and secret.

In a mysterious secret place, the mountains rise into the clouds, and the flowing water meanders endlessly.

Cangya traveler, who came to the sword by accident, coincided with the zither sage: Fuxi Chuanqin·Langshanshui playing the qin to preach.He sits at the end of the running water and listens to the feast on the piano.

On the high mountain, the saint plays the piano.

"Ding... beep..."

The soothing sound of the piano began to come, like a breeze blowing on the face, relaxing the mind and stepping into the ethereal.

After the prelude, turn high again, like a landslide, like a storm crashing on the shore.The sound gradually became higher and wider, reaching the sky and the earth, filling the world, so wide that everything can be heard, and all zithers can be heard.

When the sound reaches its peak, it falls, like a calming wave or a calming breeze.The sound is gradually lowered and fainted, and it is as low as an inch, and it can only be heard with the ear, and it is so small that it is silent and silent, without hearing or hearing.

At the end of Huang Huang's song, everyone was immersed in it, returning to their senses for a long time.

There was a woman sitting in the pavilion, with curtains drawn all around, and she said: "The saint's piano art, the great music, has entered the realm of Taoism, and we are far behind. The saint's playing is not Fuxi's Tianyin, I don't know." What is the name of the song?"

On the high mountain, Yang Shanshui said: "It's just a moment of emotion, a sudden epiphany, playing at will, no song and no name."

Some old man laughed and said: "It's so elegant and has no music. It's full of spirit and beauty. I heard the Tao today, and I will die without regret."

Yang Shanshui said: "Mr. Qin's absurd praise, I am just one step ahead. There is no limit to the piano, and I am still far from the realm of my predecessor."

Fuxi passed on the qin and floated down the mountain, sitting at the head of the flowing water, drinking a glass of wine, learning the skills of the qin, and discussing the future of the qin.

Dozens of people said a word, played the piano and discussed the Tao, and each gained something.

Whoever looks at the mountains and rivers with swords and swords is worthy of the name of a saint, with an elegant temperament and elegant demeanor, with white hair fluttering out of the dust.

It's a pity that the star of fate is dim, and the years are numbered.

It's a pity, it's a pity.

After a long time, the sound stopped, and he looked up at the mountains and rivers and said, "I still have one thing to do today, to pass on the voice of Fuxi, the voice of my predecessor, and accept it from my disciples."

Master Qin said: "Fuxi's Tianyin, from the very beginning to the sun, can only be mastered without superior piano skills, otherwise it will hurt yourself. Only for this point, there are only a few people who are famous all over the world. Only a few people have this qualification. Zi Chuan, the master of Confucianism, the way of playing the qin is unfathomable."

Yang Shanshui said: "Fortunately in the past, I once had a friendship with the god Confucian on the qin. His god Confucianism Xuanzhang has extraordinary intentions, and he is taking a feminine path. It is necessary to conflict with Fuxi's Tianyin."

Shi Qin said again: "The two are old and old. The old and old are old and unable to do what they want, so don't mention it. The third is Yetian Xuannv Yuexi, Xuannv's piano art has uniqueness, and it can be regarded as a successor. "

The woman in the pavilion said: "Mr. Qin has praised me. I still have some shortcomings. I still need to ask the saints for advice."

Yang Shanshui smiled and said, "Xuannv, there is no need to underestimate yourself. I intended to pass on Fuxi's voice to you."

Shi Qin said again: "There is still one person left, Mr. Hua, don't talk about Yunyi."

"I once invited Mr. Hua to come here, but it is a pity that Mr. Hua was seriously injured in the battle to mend the sky a few years ago, so he is absent today and has no time to come here."

It's too late.

Yang Shanshui knew that time was running out, and by the time Hua Jun healed his wounds, he was afraid that his soul would return to heaven and earth long ago.

"The old gentleman missed one person."

Shi Qin looked at the reputation, the person was at the end of the running water, with the sword on his back, fiddling with a lock of hair on his forehead, drinking quietly, he was really at ease, he was so handsome and handsome, he said: "Who else?"

Swordsman said with a smile: "The Confucian master Guanyue Guanshan is also!"

A few years ago, in the vast sandy land and the desert sea, the battle of Guan Mo was spread all over the world. For this reason, the holy Confucian scholar Gan hand-picked Yueguan Mountain as the crown prince of the Confucian sect.

Confucianism then became famous all over the world, overshadowing Buddhism and Taoism.

"The crown prince of the Confucian sect, a student of Zichuan, a godly Confucian, may have inherited his teacher's qin art, but he has never heard of his qin practice."

Who is the sword said: "What a legendary figure is Da Siguan, the pinnacle of the world exists, but he is too low-key, and it is normal for you who have never heard of it. A few years ago, in a valley with a sea of ​​flowers, I once heard Mr. Hua play the piano, the moon The sound of Guan Shan's sword and sword complements each other, and they seem to be connected. I am fortunate to make friends, and I would like to invite the two of them for the sake of the saint, so that the saint can choose the most suitable successor."

Yang Shanshui said: "Mount Yueguan is sealed in the unity of heaven and earth, how can it come?"

"I have a clever plan to invite real people."

"Who are you?"

"Who is the sword of Cang Ya Pedestrian?"

Yang Shanshui pondered for a long time, and Fang said: "Well, ten days later, I will be drifting with the crowd in Luoxia Pavilion, burning incense and cooking wine to wait. Yetian Xuannv, please come together, everyone, please."

Everyone replied: "Please."

Yang Shanshui laughed a few times, floated away, left Dingzhou Mountain, and wanted to go back to Luoxia Pavilion.

Walking in the wilderness, halfway there, I suddenly saw ghosts filling the wilderness, covering the sky and covering the sun, screaming and wailing, and the sound was endless.

In the haunted atmosphere, I could hear the sound of the zither coming intermittently, sometimes high and sometimes low, not like the melody of the world.

Yang Shanshui frowned, his doubts suddenly rose, and he thought to himself: Hmm... How is this kind of tune possible, you are obviously dead, the piano is dead, ghost Yan Luo!

"Hahaha……"

Dou Lai laughed wildly, and one person hid in the ghostly atmosphere, laughing wantonly: "Fuxi passed on the qin and looked up to the mountains and rivers. I returned from hell and brought Yama's death song. I will take revenge on you, hahaha..."

"If I can kill you once, I can naturally kill you a second time."

Yang Shanshui waved his sleeves, one of Fuxi's divine zithers: Heaven's Judgment appeared in the world, the string shook the sky and the earth, and Fuxi's force was instantaneous, clearing away the ghost atmosphere in an instant, and the death of the piano and the ghost Yama appeared in his real body.

I saw him: his body disappeared, his bones withered and his face drowsy, he was no longer an ordinary person in the world.

It can be said that: devils, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts and ghosts.

Yan Luo, the death ghost of the zither, was dressed in black, exuding a deathly aura all over his body. He was driven by a strong sense of unwillingness to crawl out of hell, and then played the zither to perform the battle of life and death.

With a wave of his dry hand, the ghost qin·earth judgment reappeared, and he said in a deep voice: "Today, when the qin is judged to be superior or inferior, one person must die."

Yang Shanshui said with his hands behind his back: "When the strings open, the sounds of the sky startled the world. Playing the piano for thousands of years, the mountains and rivers are my life. Who can beat Fuxi's song? No one can beat the sky and roar."

The end of the battle above the wilderness: Fuxi passed on the zither to look up to the mountains and rivers, and then he played the zither against his old enemy in this life, Yan Luo, the dead ghost.

One is proud, the other is crazy.

Heaven judges against earth, and Fuxi's Tianyin first confronts Yan Luo's death song.

Who wins and who loses?It is still unknown.

On Dingzhou Mountain, the swordsman drank the wine in the cup, said "please", turned and left, and disappeared for a while, only a voice came from afar:

"High mountains and flowing water endow the mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers live up to the beauty dance.

A beautiful woman plays the piano and talks about love, and Dong Jun has a letter to Ye Shu. "

Full of ridicule.

In the pavilion, Ye Tianxuan played Ye Shu's guqin, frowned and thought: Who is this person, and why did he know about Ye Shu?If I ruin my good deeds, I will never quit with you.

As dozens of people in the meeting left one after another, the words of who is the sword spread all over Dingzhou Mountain in an instant.

The three religions, the philosophers and hundreds of furniture heard about it.

The god Confucian Zi Chuan said: "Impossible, my apprentice is sealed in the unity of heaven and earth, how can I go to the appointment in real body?"

The holy Confucian said: "This person is understating, and he has defeated several great Mohist masters in a row. He is not like a vain generation. After ten days of quiet observation, we will drift with the tide at Luoxia Pavilion, and the meeting of the lute sage looking up to the mountains and rivers will see for ourselves."

All the masters had their own thoughts, they all nodded and said: "Of course, just watch quietly."

Cangya traveler who came out of the secret realm, walked the mountain road, thought carefully about the strategy, and said in his heart: I have made a plan, and I will wait for you to enter the game. ?

At the foot of the mountain road, suddenly an old man came hurriedly, who saw the sword and bowed with a smile: "It was Mr. Hua Zhong, the younger generation is polite."

Hua Zhong was carrying a cloth bag with books in it, he was a little out of breath, and said, "Who are you?"

"The junior Cangya traveler who is the sword, I have a good friend who has been helped by the husband and changed the destiny of his life. I have never had time to thank the gentleman. Today I will thank the old gentleman on his behalf."

"You're welcome, the doctors are benevolent, do what they do, and do what they can. It's a pity that my medical skills are not good, and many patients still die before my eyes."

"Medical skills are more precise and caring. If the old man has this kind of heart, it is a blessing for the patients in the world."

"I have three volumes of difficult and miscellaneous diseases. I will ask senior Xinglin for advice. I'm one step ahead, please."

"Please."

Behind the tree beside him, Princess Yan Tianluo suddenly sensed something, as if something attracted her, she came here according to the instructions of her heart, and saw the scene in front of her.

"The benevolence of the doctor is in the heart, in the heart..."

She followed Mr. Hua Zhong to the Xinglin Secret Realm.

Swordsman nodded. In this way, the three of them have been arranged properly, and there is one person left, I will take it with me personally.

He took a few steps forward and left in a blink of an eye. At the same time, there was one person quietly missing on Dingzhou Mountain.

The world is clean and the world of mortals is not stained.

Baili Fairy Lake, Fairy Island in the lake, where fairies weave cloud belts to mend the cracks in the sky.

By the side of the fairy lake, the Cangya traveler with the sword descended from the clouds, followed by a little ghost, his voice spread hundreds of miles, and he went straight to the fairy island, saying:

"The old man in the past, once sang with the fairy sword, begging to see Huajun to leave Yunyi..."