The Genius of Formation and Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 132 Meeting Yimeng Again (1)

The Babai Hillside in Shangjing County is a continuous hill. It is said that there are more than [-] hills, so it is called the Babai Hillside. , the terrain is complex, and there is only one official road leading to the south, but the scenery is beautiful, and there are peach trees everywhere on the mountain, so anyone who enters the eight hundred hillsides will feel like a holy land of peach trees.

After running wildly for a day and a night, Fang Yunlong rushed to the eight hundred hillsides. At this time, Fang Yunlong felt very tired, and Zhou Guojun, who was best at long-distance running, couldn't support it.Seeing that it was getting late, Fang Yunlong walked forward slowly, planning to find a place to rest.

Looking at the beautiful scenery of the eight hundred hillsides, Fang Yunlong seemed to feel much more comfortable, and the scenery was pleasant.The sound of "Dada" horseshoes came from the quiet official road. Fang Yunlong walked forward casually while admiring the scenery. After turning a corner, Fang Yunlong suddenly heard the familiar sound of the piano, which was euphemistic and continuous, like The mountain spring meanders from the valley, flows slowly, enters the heart and spleen, enters every meridian of the body, and the fatigue of the body slowly disappears.

Fang Yunlong got off his horse and walked towards the sound of the qin. In the depths of the peach grove, there was a woman in pink and light clothes. Her jade hands were flying on the yao qin, like a group of beautiful elves dancing on the yao qin, showing a graceful dance posture.Wonderful musical symbols flowed out, filling the entire Taoyuan, the phoenixes were singing and the cranes were chirping, like a fairyland.Fang Yunlong stood quietly by the side, not daring to disturb the beautiful movement, and gradually immersed himself in it.

The sound of the piano is full of laughter, full of joy, a little bit, fluttering in the wind, singing and singing everywhere.Gradually, the sound of the piano was low, full of pain, full of sadness, and seemed to be expressing the reluctance and reluctance in the heart. In the sound of laughter, it was suddenly inserted like a needle, which made people feel very happy. Uncoordinated, yet feels so natural.The sound of the piano gently returned to the plain, faintly like the parting of a wounded friend, expressing the pain of the Xichuyangguan without an old friend.

In the end, the sound of the zither stopped abruptly, and the lingering lingering sound echoed in the peach grove on the eight hundred hillside, and gradually returned to calm, just like the moonlight today, as silent as a mountain.In the peach forest, Fang Yunlong quietly looked at the woman in front of him, through the curtain of night, as if he had entered the depths of the woman's heart.

The woman raised her head, and a delicate face like a Wan flower appeared in front of Fang Yunlong, it was Yimeng.The two watched quietly, as if they were asking or probing.

(End of this chapter)