Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 287 The sound of the piano in the wind

Liu Qinghuan huddled in the cave with a simple map in her hand, staring at the non-stop rain of blood outside the protective formation in a daze.

The environment of the Ruins of No Return is actually so bad, it's almost the same as the Hell of Yousi, isn't it?It's not that there are no vegetation on the mountain, on the contrary, there are a lot of vegetation, but they all look like claws and claws, as if they are eerie scenes in a weird dream.

Fortunately, he didn't go forward in the rain, because he caught a glimpse of something appearing in the blood rain not long ago, but he couldn't see what the other person looked like through the dense rain curtain and the sound of the rain.

Even if it is inferred according to common sense, one can know that it is probably not a good thing.

Liu Qinghuan sighed, she didn't know where Yun Zheng was now, but she hoped to meet him on the road.

The place he is going to is a place called the General's Tomb, and it is said that the teleportation circle is near there.

But the General's Tomb was in the depths of the Ruins of No Return, and he came in from a bit of a place, far away.

The Market of No Return is only open for one month, and the way to get out is to crush the orb.Therefore, the ball is extremely important. If it is lost, it can only be robbed from others, or it can only stay in it forever.

Thinking about how deadly and hostile it is, if you stay for a long time, you will gradually lose your sanity and become a violent ghost.

The blood rain lasted for more than two hours before it stopped slowly, but the sky was still terribly gloomy, and I don't know if it has always been like this.

Wisps of black and red mist gathered in the air, making Liu Qinghuan frown.

He confirmed the direction in mid-air, and carefully avoided the fog and flew west.

Across a fast-flowing blood river, we shuttled between half-height and not-short peaks.He didn't dare to speed up, he didn't want to run into those mist that looked weird at first glance.

From time to time, there were various strange sounds in the wind, and sometimes a sudden shrill scream could scare people half to death.

Fortunately, Liu Qinghuan's mind is firm, and she is not caught off guard like when she first entered and was affected by these voices.But he didn't dare to relax, holding the ghost-shaping stick tightly in his hand, and kept vigilant at all times.

Another gust of wind blew, and suddenly Liu Qinghuan's hair stood on end!
A cloud of mist not far from him churned violently, as if something was about to rush out of it, and rushed towards him along the wind.

Liu Qinghuan chanted the moving mantra, the runes on the ghost stick in his hand lit up one by one, and he drew the stick over!

There was a long mourning sound in the wind, and after the cloud of mist was scattered by the ghost-shaping stick, it quickly condensed into a group, agitating to surround him again.

"What the hell is this!" Liu Qinghuan was extremely depressed, and kept dodging, the ghost-shaping stick gleamed with golden runes, one stick after another, it took a long time until the cloud of fog could no longer gather.

Liu Qinghuan gasped and stopped.In this Ruins of No Return, the movement of spiritual power seemed to be suppressed, not as smooth as outside.After a little use, I feel tired.

Afterwards, Liu Qinghuan looked around and avoided the black and red mist from a distance.Not every mist can move, but it is more dangerous because of it.

After a while, the sky became darker and darker.There is no sun, moon and stars here, and it is too dangerous to travel at night, so Liu Qinghuan decided to find a place to rest.

Suddenly there was a muffled piano sound in the wind.

At the beginning, he didn't pay attention, because there were too many sounds in the wind here. Although he couldn't block the six senses, he let himself treat all these sounds as wind in his ears.

Now that the sound of the piano is coming together, those fragmentary whispers and ghost screams have all retreated. In the silence, only the sound of the piano is whimpering, as if it came from a very far away.

Then a desolate voice sounded along with the sound of the piano:

In the past, I have gone, Yang Liu Yiyi.

Today I come to think, rain and snow are extravagant.

Ask Liren, how old are the four seasons in the mountains?
Those who know me say that I am worried.

Those who don't know me, what do I want.

……

Liu Qinghuan listened intently, shocked in her heart: he actually understood!

Compared with other sounds, although this music is bleak, it does not disturb the mind.The former is malicious, while the latter is someone sighing.

Seeing that it was getting dark, he couldn't help being a little curious, so he followed the sound of the piano to search.Turning around a short hill, I saw ruins appearing in front of me.

The size of the ruins is not small, about the size of a deserted small town.Most of the houses in the town have collapsed, leaving behind walls of mud.

Liu Qinghuan's spiritual sense explored every corner, and the sound of the piano came from here, but she couldn't find the exact location.

Finding no apparent danger, he landed on the weedy flagstone road at the entrance of the town.

The crooning voice sounded again:
The sky and the earth are long, and my heart is entangled.

Stay together forever, there is no other request.

Ask Zhengren, where can I look at my hometown, one dry and one luxuriant?

Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?
Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?
This is a poem that looks forward to recruiting people to return to their hometown. It is accompanied by a sad and desolate sound of the piano, which makes people feel the urge to cry.

Although Liu Qinghuan was still vigilant, he was still infected by the emotions in the tune.

With the sound of "declining, declining, Hu Bugui", the dilapidated town in front of me seemed to go backwards in time, the mud walls that fell on the ground stood up again, and the collapsed tiles flew back to the roof.

When the first person opened the door and walked out, Liu Qinghuan's figure flashed, and he had already hid behind a thick yellow jue tree at the entrance of the town.

Everyone came out, shops opened, and various stalls were set up.

The people here are neatly dressed and peaceful, obviously living a very prosperous life.

Liu Qinghuan watched from a distance, only to feel that everything in front of her was extremely shocking.

He remembered the legend of the Market of No Return: This is a place cursed by time.

Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind blowing from behind, Liu Qinghuan moved his feet, and the person had already dodged to the side.

A leather ball made of animal skin hit the Jue tree, bounced to the ground and rolled a few times.

"Look at you, you kicked the ball far away again!" A seventy-eight little boy ran over, picked up the ball, and shouted to a younger girl behind him: "If you kick it farther, you won't be allowed to play!" Already!"

When the little girl heard the words, water came out of her eyes immediately, and she opened her mouth and was about to cry.

"Don't cry! If you cry, I won't play with you! Okay, okay, here you are." The little boy looked helpless and stuffed the ball over.

Liu Qinghuan watched the two children run away with deep eyes. He had been standing beside them just now.

Everyone here, except for the little boy, their bodies are just shaking phantoms.

At this time, dozens of abrupt figures suddenly appeared at the entrance of the town. They were dressed in iron armor and held spears, as if they had just come off the battlefield, full of blood.

The whole town was boiling, the streets were full of goosebumps, and people ran home in panic.

But these soldiers didn't care about that many, and quickly drove all the males in the town under the Jue tree, including a boy who seemed to be fourteen or fifteen years old.

After some farewell scenes, the boy suppressed his tears and disappeared at the entrance of the village.

Time seemed to speed up, and the trees in the town turned green and then yellow, yellow and green again.

Liu Qinghuan watched the little girl who had grown into a young girl come year after year to stop and look around under the Jujube tree, whispering the song he had heard before, slowly getting old, and then dying in the sudden war .

People in the town fled and died, the houses were soon deserted, and weeds grew on the stone roads.

As the years passed, and I don't know how many years have passed, a young man covered in blood fell down at the intersection of the street. When he saw the ruined town, he wailed in despair.

Liu Qinghuan looked calmly, this person was the boy from before, but he has become a cultivator.

The piano sounds again.

Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?
Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?
Everything in front of him slowly disappeared, and then returned to the ruins that Liu Qinghuan saw first, and then he found the person who played the piano and sang.

His body showed the peculiar state of ghosts and spirits, with his hands on the guqin in front of him, he looked up at Liu Qinghuan.

"Strange man, where are you from?"

　Lyrics "Caiwei"

　　Decline, decline, Hu does not return——The poem in "Poetry · Beifeng · Decline".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)