Entertainment of Spring and Autumn

Chapter 36: Like the Lord's Wish, Do Not Think, and Forget

Passionate hurt parting since ancient times.

For a world where transportation and communication belong to ancient civilizations, parting is always the most melancholy thing. Once a mortal leaves, it is possible that he will never see it forever, so it is said that the family letters are worth ten thousand gold, and countless poems that have been passed down through the ages are also out of sentimental sadness.

Although there are people in this world who can fly, Xue Mu now knows that there are not many people who can, and even the small part of people who can fly will cost a lot and cannot last for long. So when they first saw it, they came in a carriage.

Generally speaking, this is still an ancient mode of transportation. Yue Xiaochan said that he did not meet until two or three years later, which is definitely not a lie.

Such a world is also a short pavilion for five miles and a long pavilion for ten miles. People see off from pavilion after pavilion, but farewell. When they entered the city, they entered through the north gate, but this time they came out through the south gate. Five miles away from the south gate is the river, and there is a pavilion along the river.

Xue Mu still didn't let go, and led Yue Xiaochan to walk slowly. Both of them walked very, very slowly, and Wuli Duanting was walking out of the long pavilion.

Neither of them spoke, and Xue Mu's heart reverberated with countless love poems, which turned into a ball over and over, but at the moment he hated learning and was powerless to write.

Until he saw the gurgling river, Yue Xiaochan smiled slightly: "The South Gate is not good."

The south gate is of course not good, the distance is too short, and a mere five miles is a good time. If it's the North Gate, maybe it can be sent all the way back to Lingzhou...

At the edge of the pavilion, there are thousands and thousands of lines of Yangliu Qingqing. Yue Xiaochan leaned against the willow tree, fiddled with the branches at will, Meimu looked at him seriously, "Have you thought about the story?"

Xue Mu nodded: "Okay."

Yue Xiaochan smiled happily. He flipped through his delicate hands. He didn't know where the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were changed. He flung the paper and pen on the stone table in the pavilion. The ink stick was accurately smashed into the inkstone, and then instantly melted into juice.

"It's not that I don't want to slowly polish the ink and add fragrance to the red sleeves like Menglan." Yue Xiaochan slowly took off Yu Xiao and whispered: "I have something else for you, let's start together."

Xue Mu nodded and moved forward to write.

At this moment, his heart is very confused, and there is really no way to play original, but there is a story that half meets Yue Xiaochan's requirements, and he can use it with a new face.

The story is about a Mr. Xue who came from a foreign country and lived in a landlady's house, but he did not have a love for the widow landlady's 13-year-old daughter Chan'er. It's a pity that Chan'er is too young to tolerate it. In order to get close to the girl, Mr. Xue married the landlady.

Yes, it was adapted from the famous "Lolita", now it should be called "Luo Xiaochan".

Yue Xiaochan tilted his head and looked at him, "ha" laughed out: "If the master sees this story, you won't want her in your life."

Xue Mu sighed and said: "Customized text..."

Yue Xiaochan nodded: "Yes, this is fake, but I just want to see it."

This story is very long, and Xue Mu writes very slowly. Yue Xiaochan didn't look any further, leaning against the willow tree, lifted Yu Xiao to his lips.

A faint Xiaoyin sound lingers on the riverside, the river is rushing, and the sound is so loud, but it can't cover up the Xiaoyue, long and clear, and the sound of the river seems to be accompany her, like a symphony hall.

Xiao Sheng’s tune is something Xue Mu has never heard before, but he can guarantee that this is the best Xiao Sheng ever heard in his life, like weeping like complaints, like resentment like admiration, a ray of thoughts surrounds it, piercing in his ears. , Got into his heart. A sense of melancholy grows silently in my heart, just like the night at that time, sad and helpless, desolate.

There is no enchantment attack, it is purely into the hearts of the people, evokes melancholy, and is not something that any props or techniques can resist.

"You have to listen to this, this girl is the best player in the world, and she came here to listen to music and sing songs. It's really grassy." At that time, Yue Xiaochan's teasing was still in his ears, and Xue Mu felt that he really was. The brain grows grass, I only look at her hues, and only see her charming and charming, but I have never paid attention to what else, love, and hate.

Then resolutely cut the distance, she wanted to leave, he also wanted her to leave.

Looking at the false stories I wrote, plagiarisms, customized products, no sincerity, ugly and hard to speak. Xue Mu finally couldn't write anymore, and threw his pen angrily, breaking into two pieces.

Yue Xiaochan turned his head to look at him throwing his pen in anger, seeming a little surprised, but he flashed a smile soon.

Yu Xiao tapped his crimson lips, his slender fingers brushed his eyes, the sound of the flute was still floating, and then it became louder and louder, and soon the mountains reverberated, and the endless melancholy evoked the same voice of the world and the earth. The sound of river rapids is buried.

In the Xiaoyin of the sky, Yue Xiaochan turned into a phantom, passed in front of Xue Mu, collected half of "Luo Xiaochan" in his pocket, and turned and floated into the river. Walking barefoot on the waves and traveling all the way, the river wind sent her singing:

"The locks are in the same heart, and you will have a dream of spring on credit. A pair of Liu Xiaren will be given as a short pavilion."

"Since then, the scenery of the moon has been different. If you wish, you can't think about it, and you will forget it."

There is no gorgeous words, no pretentiousness, and the pale singing voice is melancholy, Xue Mu looks far away, the slender shadow walks away, and soon the traces are faint, no more visible, only the river is long, speechless East flow.

He unconsciously clutched his chest, feeling that something was about to split, and his breathing started to become difficult.

There was a fragrant wind blowing, and a jade pointing on his forehead, Xue Mu took a deep breath, the feeling of boredom slowly disappeared, and his breathing gradually returned to normal. He leaned against the railing, panting violently, sweating profusely as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Xue Qingqiu stood quietly beside him, looking at his eyes seriously: "Chan'er didn't perform the operation, but naturally revealed, your blood will be disordered. I know that you have the ability to break the mind and clear the heart, but she is completely surprised. False. You have sentiment in your heart, how can you resist it?"

Xue Mu panted: "I..."

Xue Qingqiu stretched out his index finger and put it on his lips: "Go back to practice with me, you are too weak."

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Mu Jianli walked all the way on Beijing Avenue.

Her destination was a big house. When she walked to the door, the two guards showed obvious admiration: "It turns out that it is Girl Mu who has arrived. Please come in quickly."

Mu Jianli nodded slightly to the two of them, and walked in slowly.

There have been many people in the yard. They have all kinds of costumes. There are several stretchers in the center, covered with white cloth.

Someone was shouting: "Xingyue Sect Demon Girl was unscrupulous and openly killed our eight children. Even Dongfeng Master Uncle died in a shameless sneak attack by the Demon Girl. We must count this account!"

There were also yin and yang strange atmospheres: "This is the capital of the capital, the court law does not protect the perpetrators in the house, and they will die for nothing.

Someone said angrily: "You Seven Profound Valley want to stay out of the matter? Don't forget that your Seven Profound Cai clothes are also worn by their prostitutes!"

The person replied, "Xingyue Sect no longer uses these clothes. I heard that the people of the Acacia Sect are beginning to use them. Do you think it is important to stop the Acacia Sect demon from walking, or is it important to fight Xue Qingqiu?"

In this noise, Mu Jianli walked into the courtyard.

With Mu Jianli's appearance, the noisy environment instantly became much quieter. Everyone looked at Mu Jianli with complex emotions in their eyes. Some people were admiring, some were jealous, and some were admiring, and so on.

Mu Jianli stood on the edge of the white cloth for a while silently, and then bowed to the senior figures in the main seat: "Jianli has seen Lord Mo, Master Yuan Zhong, Uncle Miao..."

The master was actually Mo Xuexin, the master of the Seven Profound Valley Valley of the Eight Great Sects, and a graceful young woman.

The second place is the Yuan Zhong Master of Wujiao Temple, one of the eight major sects of the right way, named "Menju Thousand Hands".

Obviously, to fight against Xue Qingqiu, there must be characters of this level. Once they really choose to confront the Xingyue Zong on the bar, these characters will be a precursor to the battle between the real and the demons.

Mu Jianli's expression remained unchanged, but the feeling of rubbing with Yue Xiaochan just passed in his heart.

Young Master Xingyue was shocked and conquered the world, and his thirteenth transformation was a great event that shocked the world. The righteous talent here is just ignorant, and he doesn't know how to practice.

It is said that Kuiye exercises are special, and although the realm is unknown, it is comparable to the hole. If one day Yue Xiaochan also broke through the limits of heaven and man, and Xingyue Sect had one gate and three holes, what would the world be like?

There is nothing better than this.