The next day, Qingning woke up before the hour of Mao. What woke her up was the distant and desolate sound of the flute, which was melodious and pleasant, with little ups and downs, but the sound penetrated people's hearts. With the ethereal valley foil, she felt a sense of bleakness.

Qing Ning looked around. This was just a simple and empty room with an empty furnishing, completely unfamiliar environment. She could only grop along the sound of the flute, and went out the door and passed through two corridors. The sound of the flute was closer.

Continue to move forward, at the end of the last corridor, from a distance, there is a huge rooftop, and a thin and tall black back is looking forward to the front, playing the ink flute in his hand. Although I have only seen this back once, I remember it very deeply. It was the assassin she saved from the palace.

With the ethereal mountain stance, the sound of the flute is sad and the sorrow has passed for a long time. The clear environment makes people unable to bear to live for a long time.

Qing Ning walked forward slowly, trying not to make any noise, for fear of disturbing the tranquility.

When she walked over, the sad sound of the flute just ended. At the end of the song, the afterglow still echoed in the mountains, like strands, wrapping around. With the extremely high terrain, it cast a layer of coldness on the whole summer, without any trace of the high temperature.

Qing Ning took two steps, leaned on the railing, and looked forward along the man's gaze. The rooftop was located on the top of the mountains, and its terrain was so high that it could touch the stars.

From then on, looking down, there are mountains, rivers, cities, crowds, and even the most noble place in Tianche, not far away, ___ Palace.

Here, you can actually see half of the world.

Qing Ning did not turn to look at him, but just looked at the magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers, and opened his lips lightly and said, "What is the name of the song that sir is playing?"

The man didn't look at her, put away the moxa flute, and a cold voice sounded: "Shu Li".

The first time I heard his voice, it was free of any impurities and had a childish youth. At first glance, it sounded very nice. Now that I have carefully experienced it, I feel that there is a maturity that my peers cannot have, and it contains a hint of sadness.

Although Shu Li had never heard of this song, Qing Ning knew that this poem was written after the demise of the Western Zhou Dynasty. A Zhou dynasty scholar passed by the old capital and saw the palace razing to the ground and planting crops. He was so moved that he wrote this poem to express his thoughts on the family and country, and the person in front of him...

Qing Ning turned his head and looked at the face, at most twenty years old. How could he understand the sorrow of destroying his family and the country, and how could he play the sad and desolate Shuli?

After a moment of gaze, I saw a trace of white hair. Among the three thousand black hairs, the whiteness stinged her eyes.

What kind of sadness is that it can dye the hair of a young man who is in full bloom until it is completely gray. She gradually raised her hand like a devil and carefully approached the trace of whiteness.

The man glanced at her movements, but did not dodge. He just raised his hand and held the railing in front of him. The hand obviously increased its strength, and he was nervous.

Over the years, everyone who approached him wanted to take his life, but this time he dared to take such a risk and believe her.

While struggling with thoughts, Qing Ning had already handed the white hair in front of him. He looked down and saw that there were already white hair!

He slowly stretched out his hand, trying to touch the traces left by the pain. That memory was a past that he could not bear and had to bear, and even, including the present, every time he touched it, it was heart-wrenching pain.

However, when there was only a little distance, whether it was natural or man-made, the white hair swayed lightly with the wind, scattered among the peaks, and disappeared. What his fingertips touched was just a moment of warm softness.

The beauty of this moment was like a rainbow after the rain, painted everything with beautiful colors in endless softness. He immediately shrank his hand, as if he did not believe that the beauty would appear in his life. The more beautiful things were, the more afraid he would touch them, because he was afraid that one day he would leave him, and then he could not bear it to return to the cold reality of the present.

He struggled for a while, finally left some hope for himself, turned around and made a gesture to Qing Ning and said, "I'll treat you to tea."

Qingning walked in with his hand. This person was lonely, cold and determined. She suddenly felt that he was like another emperor, and no one could understand the sadness of being cold at a high place.

However, his sadness and his disguise always make her discover his own shadow. Such a person can always inadvertently, one action or one sentence, touch her emotions. Perhaps it is because she has had the same sadness.

They returned to the room when Qing Ning woke up, sat down at the wooden table, the man poured her a cup of tea, put it in front of her and said, "Miss must feel that I am cold here, and this tea can warm people's hearts."

Qing Ning lowered his head, picked up the cup of tea, looked up at the man in front of him, and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Is it heartwarming? Then, what about you?"

The man's expression stagnated and his whole body was frozen for a moment. He got up and walked to a painting. After looking at it for a while, his thoughts in his eyes became complicated again. He pondered for a moment: "A person who is cold and weak is already unintentional, so why are you going to warm up?"

In that tone, a sense of desolation suddenly arose. Qingning walked to him, lowered his eyes and looked at the painting. Under the mountains, there were two identical people isolated. She was afraid that she could not understand the artistic conception for a while, but she saw the two powerful words "white jade" in the signature.

"Bai Yu" Qing Ning turned his eyes to him and continued, "Your name is Bai Yu?"

The man nodded, raised his hand, and pressed a mechanism on the wall. The next moment, Qing Ning could even feel the slight vibration from the ground.

Qing Ning quietly used his skills to stabilize his body. After a moment, the vibration stopped. Bai Yu pointed to her the road at the door and said, "You can go out on this road."

After a while, she seemed to see the hesitation of the woman behind her, and then explained: "This is Kunye Mountain, Liuwei Pavilion. From here, there are ninety-nine turns. Each turn has ninety-nine changes. If I don't turn on the mechanism, you will not be able to leave at all."

Qing Ning looked at the road ahead again, said, "Thank you", and then walked out.

Kunye Mountain and Liuwei Pavilion, she had heard of it. It has the most dense intelligence network in the world, the most sophisticated killer organization, and the widest range of disciples, which made the world scared.

It is said that when the first generation of the Pavilion founded the Pavilion, all things in the world were born in small and filled between the sky and the earth, everywhere, and quietly changed everything in the world, hence the name, Liuwei.

Then, who is that Bai Yu from Liuwei Pavilion?

Who is it?

On the other hand, Mingyuefang had to calm down early in the morning. So Li Yuanhe hanged a maid horizontally on the tree and kept moving her around her. The maid begged for mercy and attracted a group of people to watch.

"You are too much. Are there no one in Mingyuefang?" A slightly brave maid spoke to stop him.

Li Yuan and the corner of her mouth said disdainfully, "She stole my master's things, so she will naturally punish me. If I don't chop her hands, I am already grateful for your Mingyuefang's intake."

"Why is this happening?"

"that is……"

"Why do you gather here early in the morning?"

The maids heard the sound and spread out a neatly, bowed their heads and said, "Miss Xin."

Xin'er walked along the dispersed road and saw the maid who was hung up and burst into tears. She asked, "Why are you so unhappy with me?"

Li Yuanhe, when he was pretending to be a man, was He Li.
Chapter completed!