Since the owner of the cave gave a suggestion, Su Yin, the guest, naturally needed to do what he said.

So she stood up and walked a few more steps to the side.

The setting sun pulled her shadow very long, just gathering on the black camellia called "Yue Dan". As Su Yin moved, the faint afterglow finally sprinkled with flowers and leaves again, as if a layer of broken gold floated on it.

Yue Dan immediately stretched out his branches and leaves and faced the pond again. The flowers as big as a bowl faced the sunset, as if smiling towards the sun.

Su Yin was stunned for two seconds before finally understanding that she had blocked the light of others just now, so she was unhappy and didn't even touch her.

Now that I have made way out of Dao'er, can I touch it?

Su Yin quietly stretched out her hand and gently touched the petal with her fingertips.

The extremely bright red flowers immediately trembled, as if they were a little disgusted.

But in the end, the obsession with bearing the essence of the sun and the moon still prevailed. Yue Dan did not really avoid it, but the huge flower was always tilted aside, reminding Su Yin of the cat owner who refused to be masturbated.

I have never seen such a big camellia that endures humiliation and bears weight.

Su Yin twitched his eyebrows, then shrank his hand back, and casually picked a place that was not blocked by the light, and continued to squat while watching the flowers.

The breeze is gentle, the slanting light shines, the branches of heavy brocade stretch out their bodies, and the flowers nodded gently in the wind, like a beauty illuminating the water, looking at her, looking at her, and being beautiful is incomparable.

Su Yin looked at it with her chin for a while, then suddenly became interested, got up and returned to the house, and took out Grandma Gu's old piano.

She didn't go out, but just put the piano on the wide bamboo windowsill, stood in front of the window for a while, then she stroked the strings of the piano and tried the "Immortal Old Man, Immortal Old Man".

The strings were adjusted by Song Jie personally yesterday, and the key points were very accurate.

However, those strings were already very old, and the yellowed strings were buzzing lightly in the air, like the pale hair of the old man in the dusk. The tone of the sound was not clear, but a little dull.

What is strange is that this slightly sad sound quality sound sound is also unique in this dusk, like the drizzle of bamboo, the wind passing through the flower wall, the graceful and lingering are all sad, and the sorrow always lingers in my heart.

With the sound of plucking the strings, the wind on the water became strong.

The spots of golden-red beams were connected into long lines. The bright golden thread sometimes jumped out of the water and sometimes climbed up the blooming flowers, like an extremely gorgeous silk satin. The white stamens and red flowers by the pool were exquisite embroidery patterns on the silk satin.

However, no matter how exquisite the embroidery patterns or the gorgeous clothes are, they will eventually be old, let alone the person wearing clothes?

The sound of the piano is clear and the branches slowly hang down.

The flowers bloom and are lonely because no one comes to appreciate them; when playing the zither of the flowers, people and flowers are lonely.

And this long life is also lonely?

The music that cannot be heard from the tune is scattered in the cool breeze, and every ray of sound is in harmony with the scenery in the forest.

Gradually, the sound of the piano became lower, like a cold spring underground, with a discontinuous whirlwind, while the sound of wind, water, setting sun and flower shadows in the bamboo forest became the main tune of this song.

Only when it is very occasionally, the string sounds will sound several times, but it is just an embellishment that harmonizes all of this. If it has any effect, it is to make the world a sound together.

At some point, Taoist Xuan appeared outside the bamboo house.

He changed into a bamboo green robe, holding a large gourd in his left hand, and the mouth of the gourd was slightly tilted, emitting a burst of wine. However, what flowed out from it was not the wine, but the ethereal and fine light like silver gauze, as if the starry light was flowing.

His right hand was not empty either, his palm facing upwards, and he clamped his fist as if he was carrying something in his palm. Strands of clear light radiated out of his fingers, clearly extinguishing, floating and sinking, gradually becoming harmonious with the sound of the song.

The sound of the piano becomes more and more inaudible. Occasionally one or two sounds float into your ears, like someone or something that happened in the long years.

But more often, it is still silent, like a whispering an ancient song, so the mountains, rivers, flowers and trees become lonely.

Born to be limited, but loneliness is boundless.

Dao Ren Xuan listened in a daze, his eyes were empty.

After a while, he seemed to wake up from the sound of the piano, brushed his green robe, stepped on the strings step by step, and came to the edge of the pool, stretched out his curled right hand, and pressed his palm downwards.

"bite--"

With the light sound, the bright moon wheel had fallen to the bottom of the pond, and the rippling waves scattered everywhere. The swimming fish jumped out of the water and splashed a few silver lights.

Su Yin noticed the appearance of Taoist Xuan.

In her perception, everything in the bamboo forest turned into notes, and Xuan Dao Ren was the brightest and most distant long sound among them.

At this moment, the long and colorful part had been played, but the cold and cold overtones had not yet dissipated.

By the pond, countless stars sprinkled from the big gourd in the hands of Xuan Daoist like fireworks to the sky, and the golden and red sunset turned into a beautiful stream of light and sucked into the mouth of the gourd.

The little black fish swimming in the pond floated into the air one after another, and the black black body burst out with a "pop" wisps of black.

The black quickly rendered in the air, just like ink dissipating in water.

So, night came.

After a few breaths, the sky turned black, with starlight dots. In the pond, a bright moon was sealed at the bottom. The moon was wet with water vapor, and a hazy fog rose.

At the end of the song, the people have not yet dispersed.

Inside and outside the bamboo house, Su Yin and Xuan Taoist were silent. The former was obsessed with the magical means of creation, while the latter was obsessed with the endless lingering sounds.

The two of them stood in front of the window and by the pool, letting the night wind blew the sleeves, and they were speechless for a long time.

"This trick of fellow Taoist is really exquisite."

Su Yin broke the silence first, his tone was full of admiration.

Cuttlefish melt at night, spreading stars in the sky, tired of holding the setting sun, and scooping the moon with one hand...

Su Yin has only read the above magical magic in ancient monster novels. Unexpectedly, one day she could witness it, which made her feel that her dreams come true.

When Taoist Xuan heard this, he seemed to have a trace of self-mockery on his face in a daze and whispered: "The trace of axe is not as good as a song of heaven as a fellow Taoist."

His tone was not as excited as Su Yin, but the emotions contained in his voice were no less than Su Yin.

He sensed a trace of extremely pure heaven and earth energy in the sound of Su Yin's piano.

It is incredible that just one piano piece triggered the energy of heaven and earth, and its difficulty is like prying up a thousand-pound stone lock with a silk thread.

Obviously, the stone lock cannot be pried, unless the stone lock develops magical powers and moves it on its own. But this is definitely impossible.

But the energy of heaven and earth is different.

Heaven and earth have their own will. If it does not want to trigger it, it will be useless even if it collapses and breaks the earth. If it is willing, it can also trigger it if it blows its breath.
Chapter completed!