Super System in Chutang

The harp is not a zither used by prostitutes to please others.

Qin is the most lonely, fierce and proud thing.

Li Xingzhi also tried to learn the piano. Although he can still play the piano now, he can't learn the solitary sounds of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. He can't even imagine what the sound sounds like. Until today, he listened to the piano.

The sound made me sigh.

The people who live in this mountain are the real hermits, and Li Xingzhi is just a common man with great luck. No matter how powerful he is, he can't let go of all kinds of lust and temptations, such as delicious food and beautiful women.

The sound of the piano is superb, sometimes like a torrent surging and rushing back; sometimes like a gurgling stream, crisp and cheerful; and like a vast lake and sea, calm and profound...

All these things made the somewhat impetuous people gradually calm down, and their dull eyes became clear.

The water in the mountains is gurgling, the mountain streams are flowing back and forth, the wind in the mountains is constantly hunting, and the sun is shining brightly in the sky. Under the leadership of two cranes, each white crane has a long neck and its wings are just beginning to spread, like pure and beautiful girls, flying in the sky

Dance.

The low sound of the piano gradually disappeared, and finally only a few cranes chirped throughout the mountains and fields.

Yuan Yi looked at the three people who had been motionless since the sound of the piano started, feeling strange in his heart. After waiting for a long time, he didn't see any reaction from them. He finally hesitated and hesitated, and saw that the two women next to him didn't pay attention to him, and then he approached Li Xingzhi.

, pat him awake.

"Brother Taoist, let's go quickly, the sun is getting stronger and stronger."

Li Xingzhi woke up suddenly. He could no longer hear the music of the piano, and the cranes were no longer visible. But the mountain, the wind, the sun and the faint sound of water were still there.

"Fellow Taoist, I didn't know that the sound of the piano just now——?"

"That thing turns out to be called a harp." The Taoist suddenly realized, "That sound was made by my master. He had to fiddle with it several times a day to get it loose, which made me miserable. I have been listening to it for decades." Yuan Yi

He had a bitter and sad expression on his face, as if the sound of the piano was a magic sound that made people's hearts ache.

Li Xingzhi was stunned when he heard what Priest Yuan said, but he didn't expect that the celestial music that he thought was rare would turn into a cursed noise in his ears. However, he then thought about Priest Yuan's sometimes weird sword-mad personality.

, I’m afraid I don’t understand any music, but after listening to Jiayi for decades, I am really troubled.

After taking a few steps up, another stairway made of polished bluestone appeared. However, the road was extremely smooth. It was as if it had rained on the mountain, making it difficult to stay. Although there were not cliffs on both sides, if you stepped on the ground, you would not die.

To take away half a life.

Even Zhou Rou'er, who had some foundation, had to rely on Li Xingzhi to get through. Only the strong Li Linzhi managed to move forward with a pale face.

Not long after, after turning a few corners, a Taoist temple that was not very impressive appeared in front of us. However, the plaque on the Taoist temple that read "Taiqing Palace" was a bit conspicuous.

As soon as Yuan Yi arrived at the Taoist temple, he seemed to come alive. He let out a long whistle, followed by a clear whistle with joy. He responded while observing, and the sound gradually got closer. After a moment, a young Taoist priest came out.

"Brother Yuan Yi, what good things did you bring me this time?" The little Taoist priest didn't pay attention to the people next to him. When he saw Yuan Yi, he stretched his hand forward.

"Little nephew Qingming, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have grown a lot."

Yuan Yi looked at the little Taoist priest's outstretched hand, as if he hadn't seen it, but he had a rather embarrassed look on his face. He had been thinking about Li Xingzhi's sword skills these days, and completely ignored other things.

Even his nephew, who usually plays the best, was forgotten by him.

When Yuan Yi saw what Qing Ming was about to say, he rolled his eyes, grabbed Li Xingzhi, and said with a smile: "Little nephew, let me introduce to you, this is Brother Li. His swordsmanship can make me drool, senior brother.

You can just call him Uncle Li from now on."

He turned his head and saw Li Linzhi's eyes that were half-smiling but not smiling. He trembled all over and pointed at the two women next to him with a smile: "These two, you will call me aunt in the future." After saying this, he also looked at Li Linzhi's face.

Face.

During these days, the girl had a clear idea of ​​Yuan Yi, the little Taoist priest, and she naturally knew what he was afraid of.

When Qingming first saw Li Xingzhi, his tender face turned red because of what had just happened. When he saw the two women next to him, his face turned pale and he said in a trembling voice: "Uncle, uncle, why did you bring two women with you?"

Come up."

That look was even worse than that of Yuan Yi. He was about to cry out of fear on the spot, which made the two women next to him confused. They were really not man-eating beasts.

No matter how frightened the little Taoist priest was, he still followed the etiquette and led a few people into the temple.

Although the Taiqing Palace in Heming Mountain is a jungle temple, it is actually similar to the Zisun Temple. The older generation only has one person, Ruyi Zhenren Li Jue, who is the master of the temple, and all the people below him are his disciples and disciples. The reason is that if there is no such thing on this mountain,

If you bring it by yourself, really not many people can get it; but if you really have the ability to come, then it is rare to see a broken Taoist temple. Over time, the Taiqing Palace in Heming Mountain gained a little fame because of Zhang Daoling's erection of the monument, but compared to

Things like Longhu Mountain and Qingcheng Mountain are so different that they are even quieter.

The red clouds soaked half of the sky, and the sun gradually set.

In the backyard of the Taoist temple, the stone platform is wide and flat; beside the overhanging wall, stand two evergreen pines. Under the pine, there is a huge stone with a smooth surface. Next to the huge stone sits an old man, who is the master of Yuan Yi and others. He is really like a real person.

This is really an old man, with spots on his face and hands as withered as claws. He is not the master Li Xingzhi imagined. On the contrary, he does not have the demeanor of a master at all. He is wearing a loose Taoist robe. His body is leaning against the boulder crookedly, holding a hand in his hand.

He was holding a large bowl. The bowl was turbid, with some aroma of wine overflowing. Looking at his eyes, they were turbid and dull. The whole person was incompatible with the environment.

This person is obviously old and frail.

If Li Xingzhi hadn't been able to feel the sincere aura of Yiyuan coming from the old man, he would have really thought that Yuan Yi was lying to him.

This is so different from the demeanor of a Taoist master in Li Xingzhi's mind! He looks more like a sloppy old man trying to survive.

The old Taoist priest's ears and eyes are still clear after all.

His hoarse voice came, "Are you the one who killed my disciple?" Without waiting for Li Xingzhi's answer, the old man began to talk to himself, "He is the first disciple, but unfortunately he is unstable and unwilling to follow.

I went up the mountain, but I wanted the wealth and honor in the world. Since it is in your hands, I must have done a lot of evil things." As he said this, he took another sip of wine and snorted as if he was self-deprecating.

"Is there a guest here, but it's a pity that there is only a pot of wine. How about coming over and having a sip with me, an old guy?"

"Senior, you have your destiny, why don't you obey it?" Li Xingzhi didn't care about anything else and sat down on the other side of the boulder.

The old man glanced at Li Xingzhi, and half a bowl of turbid wine fell from the stone, leaving a shallow mark and sliding horizontally towards Li Xingzhi.

Li Xingzhi stretched out his hand to take it, and suddenly felt a heavy force pushing against his palm like a surge. Fortunately, he was prepared and easily took the big bowl amidst the slightly surprised expression of the old Taoist priest.

He rolled up his long sleeves and was about to take a bowl of sour wine when the slightly trembling voice of the old Taoist priest next to him suddenly came, "You...show me your arm."

Li Xingzhi glanced at the old Taoist priest strangely, and when he looked at his arm, he saw that it was white and there was nothing there.

The old Taoist priest stretched out his big hands like chicken claws, grabbed Li Xingzhi's arm and looked at it. There was some inexplicable complex color on his face. He sighed dejectedly and held up his arm. "Look at the sun, look at my arm."

What’s on there?”

Li Xingzhi looked at the old man's skinny arm, and found that under the sunlight, a colorful silk thread appeared on the originally dry yellow arm. He raised his arm and looked at the sun, and a colorful silk thread also appeared.

.

"What is this?" Li Xingzhi asked doubtfully. He had seen so many weird things that he didn't feel scared.

"This is not a thing from the Central Plains. It is called a lover's knot in southern Xinjiang."

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Tomorrow will be even more miserable - I have classes in the morning, all the life-threatening experiments in the afternoon, and decided to skip the public election in the evening. That's just one word for bitterness~

Dear friends, please forgive me for being a little lazy~

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