Bigshot Cultivator Bewildering People Every Day

In half a year, a lot of things can happen.

However, if the memorabilia of the past six months is ranked, the most shocking and impressive news to netizens is probably the love affair between Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang.

As an amateur, Luo Jiujiang became famous overnight on the national live broadcast program "Dream Producer".The heat generated by his example and gossip has not dissipated so far.

Whether it is "I can lose my reputation in one night, I can regain my godhood in one night", or "Do you want to make friends? The kind that can play the flute for you if you have nothing to do", all of which have become jokes that netizens never tire of.

In view of the fact that in an interview later, Luo Jiujiang said that everything was a coincidence, it was all destiny, and it was all done casually, without any well-designed links. Netizens even tailored a title for him - random boy.

Someone summed up Luo Jiujiang's experience like this: He casually made an ex-boyfriend who was worth tens of millions, participated in a program casually, fell in love with program investors casually, became famous casually, and became a god casually , casually bring down the ex-boyfriend, and then casually get half of the real property.

Understand, they all understand, it's just an arrangement of fate, which absolutely does not contain any py transactions.

Someone once asked a thought-provoking question on Qiandu: How can I become worth over [-] million overnight?

The answer that was praised as No.1 is very clever: First of all, you have to change your name to Shen Qingjiang.

In the past six months, Luo Jiujiang has not signed any entertainment company - of course, in the face of his worth and the man behind him, there may not be any entertainment companies in the market that dare to try to sign him.

But what surprised the public was that Luo Jiujiang did not set up a studio, invest in the entertainment industry, or run a company.

He calmly and low-key delegated the management of the industry to the people in Hanqianling, and he only held one title.

Some netizens concentrated on Luo Jiujiang's itinerary eight times, and were shocked to find that apart from spending the endless honeymoon with Han Qianling in this person's daily life, there was only composing music.

This man with a face that would be reckless even if he didn't enter the entertainment industry, with countless hot topics all over his body, and a man with billions of dollars in wealth, he is actually serious about being a songwriter.

The majority of netizens expressed this: "..."

However, the songs he composed are really nice, and as long as they can be accompanied by suitable lyrics, Luo Jiujiang will not raise the price at all, and the songs are all at the price of cabbage.

Everyone understands this very well: when you have 1 million yuan, the difference between 3 yuan and [-] yuan is probably negligible.Maybe it fell on the ground and I didn't even bother to bend down to pick it up.

This is a dreamlike happy day, but the happy time can't last forever.

Just as Luo Jiujiang knew all along, Han Qianling's body deteriorated instantly, just overnight, without reason, introduction, or disease.

This piece of soul fragment can only support him for so long.

Time is too short, seeing Han Qianling come to the end of his life like this.

Luo Jiujiang was always by his side.

His music can free Han Qianling from the pain, and his aura can cleanse Han Qianling's body, making every cell and joint of him feel relaxed... But facing a broken soul, even Luo Jiujiang can't help it. Powerless to save his life.

It was only three days, and Han Qianling, who was planning to go to the Ribuset Country Racecourse to relax, had already fallen ill on the bed and was dying.

The outside world has a lot of speculation about Han Qianling's physical condition, and there are no shortage of conspiracy theorists as to why he became what he is now.

However, Luo Jiujiang, who knows everything, doesn't care about those wind and rain, he only cares about Han Qianling.

He sat beside Han Qianling's bed and stayed with him for a long time.

Han Qianling didn't shy away from him either.Before dying, Han Qianling was lying on the hospital bed, explaining the important things word by word in his already hoarse voice.

At the busiest time, the directors of the company, his private secretary, the staff of the notary office, the gold medal lawyer he hired at a high price... and Luo Jiujiang, they all gathered around Han Qianling's bed.

In the last night of Han Qianling's life, these people jointly witnessed the will that Han Qianling personally made.

After hearing the lawyer repeat his arrangement, and after confirming that it was correct, Han Qianling waved his hand lightly.

He is now in better spirits than before, but no one can show a pleasant smile for this.Everyone knew in their hearts that this was a reflection of the past.

They exited the room softly, leaving the last space for the lovers.

Han Qianling's throat hurts, and he doesn't want to say anything else.He raised his hand to Luo Jiujiang, and Luo Jiujiang would support Han Qianling's back contentedly, and put a pillow behind his waist.

——Luo Jiujiang always knows him so well.

Han Qianling looked at Luo Jiujiang's side face, his expression was in a trance for a moment.At that moment, he suddenly felt that he and Luo Jiujiang had known each other for many years.

It seems that from the first day they met, Luo Jiujiang understood him like this.

Han Qianling smiled weakly, and put his hand on the back of Luo Jiujiang's.

His hands were still slender and fair, but they had lost the warmth and strength of the past.

"Jiujiang..." He called Luo Jiujiang's name in a low voice.

In the will just now, he left three trust funds to Luo Jiujiang, and a private share belonging to him.Even if Luo Jiujiang didn't inherit half of his property, those things were enough for Luo Jiujiang to squander to death.

"After I leave, the Pusen Group under your name can be handed over to Zhao Yujing, but you can only trust him for ten years. Common sense can always be handed over to Wu Caiyuan. He still has character, but you have to divide half of the shares Come out. Don't give it all to him, take it slow, like fishing..."

Luo Jiujiang covered Han Qianling's cold palm with his backhand in his own.He said softly, "Qianling, that's not what I want to hear."

Han Qianling stopped.He smiled at Luo Jiujiang weakly, helplessly and tolerantly.

"I don't want to talk to you about this either. If I could, I'd rather be with you forever, hand in hand for a lifetime, and never have to say such things... But in the face of life and death, all I can leave you are these cold Guaranteed."

"With the support of these family properties, at least I can rest assured."

Luo Jiujiang was silent for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed Han Qianling's hand.

"Qianling, whether it's money, wealth or power, it doesn't mean much to me. If I can, I only ask you for one thing."

"Promise to me that your soul will return to my heart. May you go to heaven and earth with me, travel through time and space, and live forever."

Han Qianling's eyes flickered for a moment. His vision has been blurred and blurred during the past few days when the illness was raging.However, at this moment, he miraculously saw Luo Jiujiang's slightly nervous face clearly.

"..."

Han Qianling suddenly felt relieved.

He coughed and laughed, and although his voice was very weak, he still repeated the sentence word by word seriously.

"I, Han Qianling, promise you that my soul will belong to your heart no matter in life or after death. I wish to go to heaven and earth with my love, travel through time and space, and live forever."

He clearly saw something, but even at the moment of death, he didn't say a word just like when he took over Luo Jiujiang's USB flash drive.

Han Qianling's eyelids were already very heavy, he couldn't help closing his eyes, and his voice was as soft as a dream: "Jiujiang, when I couldn't stand the pain, I thought about whether to end my life."

"But on that night, I dreamed of a boy in black... He is so young and handsome, but he is always on the road, wholeheartedly looking for someone who I don't know if he can find it."

"I heard someone call him Jiujiang."

"I couldn't help fantasizing that he was coming to me."

Han Qianling took a heavy breath. At this moment, his lungs should be hurting like being burned by fire, but with Luo Jiujiang holding his hand, Han Qianling only felt weak and weak.

With great difficulty, Han Qianling bent his fingers, as if he wanted to shake Luo Jiujiang back.

His voice was really as light as a gossamer: "Is it you? Jiujiang, it's you who have been looking for me?"

Luo Jiujiang took a deep breath, pretending that his eye sockets were not wet.He leaned close to Han Qianling's ear, and breathed hot air in Han Qianling's ear socket, like the last lingering kiss.

"That's me. My name is Luo Jiujiang..."

"So it's the side of Luoshui..." Han Qianling sighed the last sentence with a smile, and then let out a long last breath.

The electrocardiogram equipment in the ward beeped, and then the fluctuating lines turned into a straight line.

The alarm sound was connected to the buzzer outside the ward, and when the people outside heard the sound, they opened the door and walked in.

They only saw that Luo Jiujiang lowered his head, held Han Qianling's colder hand, and wiped away a hot and depressed tear on the back of his hand.

The system couldn't help but voiced in Luo Jiujiang's mind: [The host please mourn... You know, this is by no means the end. ]

[Um. ] Luo Jiujiang responded briefly.At that moment, he had an endless desire to confide in his heart: [I know.It is not the first time that Qianling and I have parted... We have been separated many times, life and death... But in the end, the number of reunions must be more than the separation. ]

They will meet eventually, in the world where Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang were originally born.

From then on, there will be no more heart-wrenching parting, only eternal staying together, two people, together forever and ever.

Hate the Lord is not like Jiang Louyue, north-south east-west, north-south east-west, only with each other.

Hate the king, but it is like the moon in a river, temporarily full and still lose, temporarily full and still lose, how long will the reunion be.

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The day Han Qianling was buried was a bright and sunny day.

Luo Jiujiang held the heavy urn and put it into the prepared cemetery with his own hands.

The inscription was written by him himself, and the craftsman chiseled Han Qianling's tombstone according to his words, and it was Luo Jiujiang who traced the golden lacquer on the tombstone stroke by stroke.

Han Qianling's funeral was very grand. Among the people who came to attend were celebrities, nobles from foreign countries, his classmates and friends in the past, celebrities and the media.

They were all dressed in dark clothes, and they came and went like crows, like a dark cloud.

Luo Jiujiang waited quietly until everyone was gone.

It was not until the crowd slowly dispersed and the guests left in the cemetery were very sparse that Luo Jiujiang pulled out a flute from the inside of his suit.

Looking down at the tombstone of the white marble, Luo Jiujiang asked softly, without asking for an answer: "Is Teacher Han tired? I'll play the flute for the teacher?"

The long wind blows the pine forest planted in the cemetery, sending a burst of pine waves from afar like rain.

Luo Jiujiang laughed at himself mockingly.

The flute he took out was the same as when he was broadcasting live.In the small hole where the flute has a decorative hole, the Guanyin that Han Qianling untied from his neck is still wearing.

Avalokitesvara is only the size of a little finger, with a smile on her lips, watching the joys and sorrows of the world compassionately and silently.

The emperor green, which is full of water, seems to still have a touch of the warmth of that person's neck.

Luo Jiujiang closed his eyes, brought the flute close to his lips, and then blew slowly——

The guests who had already walked to the entrance of the cemetery suddenly turned their heads subconsciously.

They heard the Youyan flute sounding intermittently, although it was only a few short tones, it was unreasonably captivating.

Like a cuckoo crying blood, like a white ape crying, it is the longing that cannot be let go, and the sadness that lingers in the heart for a long time pouring out slowly.

Suddenly someone among the guests screamed.

In the direction of the man's finger, everyone raised their heads.One after another, exclamations spread through the crowd.Almost at the same time, people turned around and faced the direction where they had just attended the funeral.

They saw that in the sky, thousands of birds gathered here from all directions, and gathered at the very center of the sound of the flute.Every bird had a mournful cry.

Be it geese or nightingales, blackbirds or egrets, under the call of the flute, they all circled neatly around the tombstone in Hanqianling and the man in black in front of the monument for a long time.

The birds are still coming, from every corner of the city, from the water, from the wetland, from the lakeside...

Thousands of birds are drawn by the sound of the mourning flute. They wrap Luo Jiujiang and the white marble tablet in the center, and the dense birds fly in an orderly manner.

The shape they piece together is like a tangible tornado, like a piece of black veil covering the sky and the sun, and they even form a flying bird with fluttering wings in the middle.

Many people who were present that day recalled the incident afterwards and swore plausibly that they saw the totem shape formed by the flock of birds with their own eyes, just like a phoenix that had passed away.

The Phoenix swims on the Phoenix Terrace, and the Phoenix goes to the Terrace to empty the river and flow by itself.It is said that the princess of the state of Qin could attract the phoenix with the sound of the flute.If there is such a legendary beast in the world, it must be moved by the sound of Luo Jiujiang's flute at this moment.

Many guests who had already planned to leave the cemetery wiped their wet cheeks. They all had red eye circles and strong nasal voices. They turned back to where they were standing just now without hesitation.

Surrounded by hundreds of birds, Luo Jiujiang still closed his eyes, not looking, not listening, not thinking, just playing his flute intently - woohoo, Liren Angelica.Jun Hu does not return, Hu does not return?

The electronic sound of the system has already collapsed and a frightened voice: [Host please note, your use of spiritual energy in public on such a large scale will attract the attention of this world! ]

Then, as the system expected the worst, its host vaguely replied: [Then let him go. ]

system:[……]

It's over, it's over, even though the host said it well before, he's still going crazy quietly!

Luo Jiujiang didn't manage systematic mental activities, he concentrated on playing the flute.

For the first time since he came to this world, his sound-killing power was undisguised.

The sound of the flute is like weeping and complaining, lingering and desolate, and the meaning in it is endless.

It is the setting sun that is about to set in the west, it is the desolate and silent ancient city, it is the abyss of mourning, it is the reverberation after the bamboo forest blooms...

It is longing and love, a small flower quietly blooming in the ruins of death.

I don't know when, the scorching sun has been quietly covered by dark clouds, and a large black cloud like ink splashing slowly gathered above Luo Jiujiang's head.

The system is almost screaming: [Alarm, alarm, the host has attracted the attention of this world! ]

Luo Jiujiang only regards it as a breeze in his ears.

Above his head, among the thick clouds, tiny electric arcs were slowly gathering.The system has no doubts that if its host makes such a big noise again, Fang Tiandao will really be struck by a thunderbolt!

The system issued a final warning in desperation: [Host please be careful, prepare for lightning strike——]

[Okay, be quiet for a while. ] Luo Jiujiang said lightly, [Tianlei can detect the traces of similar broken halberds, and it dare not strike. ]

In that year, Luo Jiujiang chased nine silver thunderbolts that fell from the sky, and chased them from the ground back into the clouds.

The way of heaven in the cultivation world, the thunder of heaven in the cultivation world, if they are all used, which one is not a hundred times stronger than this world?

The world dare not split Luo Jiujiang.

It made dark clouds gather over Luo Jiujiang's head, deliberately making the silver arc of thunder and lightning looming, and it was confronting him with another matter.

The sound of Luo Jiujiang's flute was still long and desolate. He stood still for a long time, as if he would never tire.

At last the will of the world gave way.

They loosened the restraint that shrouded Han Qianling's tombstone.As the breath of heaven loosened, a silver streamer also rose from the thick soil.

Han Qianling's soul fragments fluttered out of his body, and under the witness of the oath he had made to Luo Jiujiang, they plunged into Luo Jiujiang's chest without hesitation.

That piece of debris refracted 260 four rays of light translucently, and there was a silver light spot in the center of it, which looked like a full moonlight.

It drilled into the heart of Luo Jiujiang, like a bright moon throwing itself into his arms.

Luo Jiujiang tugged at the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes.He pressed his chest silently, feeling that there was already a heavy strength in it.

The sound of the flute finally faded until it became inaudible.

Luo Jiujiang bent down, and slowly straightened the flute and the jade pendant in front of Han Qianling's tomb.In the end, he held the Guanyin with his hands cherishingly, as if he wanted Jasper to be contaminated with his own warmth.

After finishing all this, Luo Jiujiang went down the mountain without looking back.

During the whole process, he carefully protected his chest.

And up to this moment, all the living beings present were still immersed in the mournful aftertaste of the flute, they were silent, and they could not forget it for a long time.

The media reported on this incident. Unlike the various rumors that became more and more evil on the Internet, almost all the media present described this incident with a touch of respect.

On the headlines of the day, the bold headline that was pinned to the top only had nine short characters.

——"It's a broken heart in the world, and the heaven and the earth share the sorrow." "

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Luo Jiujiang asked the system: [I remember, you said half a year ago, Shao Lan's regret value is full, and I can leave this world at any time? ]

The system couldn't help complaining about him: [Do you still remember the original host?You didn't respond at that time, and I thought you didn't hear or forgot. ]

Luo Jiujiang is very frank about this.He didn't even find an excuse, and answered very bluntly: [Going is definitely not allowed, wasn't it just a newlywed honeymoon back then? ]

system:[……]

It was convinced, and began to explain to Luo Jiujiang the mode of leaving.

[You can entrust your body to the system, and the system will copy the talents and skills you specify, and from then on, 'Shen Qingjiang' will live on your behalf. ]

[Of course, you can also choose to leave your body on the spot, and then the system will arrange a suitable death method. ]

After hearing this, Luo Jiujiang thought deeply: [It sounds like the first type is much better than the second type, don't you need other conditions. ]

The system sighed long, sadly, and ashamed.

[Originally, this function needs to be paid with points, but I have paid for the points for you so many times, and this time is not bad. ]

It sums it up numbly and briefly: [Get used to it. ]

Luo Jiujiang: […]

Even Luo Jiujiang's conscience was aching when he heard the painful tone of the electronic voice.

He coughed dryly, pretending to be nonchalant and said: [Then choose the first option.Copy my personality and musical skills into this body—but, can the original owner really not come back? ]

[The original owner followed the reincarnation procedure, which has already been executed. ] The system answered Luo Jiujiang's question first, and then started to start the module: [Copy program loading...]

[Wait a moment. ] Luo Jiujiang said suddenly, [Don't copy Dizi's skills.It was something dedicated only to Qianling. ]

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In the music history of later generations, Shen Qingjiang undoubtedly left a strong mark.

He has demonstrated 42 musical instruments in his life, and his mastery of each instrument can be called a master.

Regardless of his life or death, doubts about his achievements have never stopped.

However, it is as if there are geniuses in the world who are exceptionally talented in languages ​​and can learn a foreign language in two weeks.Shen Qingjiang's talent in music is also as bright as the sun.

For a long time in the past, he has been standing high in the temple of music, proudly unrivaled.

Among the many musical instruments, Shen Qingjiang's accomplishments in the flute are the most highly rated by the public.

The video records of the 21st century are already very clear.Through a volume of video at that time, people can see exactly how Shen Qingjiang used the sound of the flute to attract birds—and afterwards, animal experts even found some kind of world-class protected birds that were almost extinct among the birds.

The sound of the flute is played through the speaker, no matter how many times it is heard, it can make people burst into tears unconsciously.

Such a scene seemed to exist only in historical legends, until one day, a man named Shen Qingjiang undoubtedly used his performance to reproduce this miraculous scene before everyone's eyes.

This move is the first of its kind in ancient and modern times, and I am afraid it will be unprecedented.

As long as Shen Qingjiang is mentioned, everyone has to mention this flute, and if this flute is mentioned, it will definitely involve Shen Qingjiang's sensational love.

Of course, some nitpickers will deliberately point out at this time that Luo Jiujiang has a rumored ex-boyfriend Shao Lan.

However, according to historical records, this Shao Lan committed suicide by swallowing a toothbrush in the second year after he was sentenced to prison. It is said that he was too miserable to survive.

According to his cellmate, Shao Lan was under a lot of mental stress in the last period of his life. Every night when he dreamed, he whispered: "I was wrong, I was wrong."

Because this Shao Lan is too small and transparent, too inconspicuous, and too tainted, people have been tacitly bypassing him.

They devoted themselves to singing the love between Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling.

Not to mention in the distant future, even in the present age, the love between Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang is as dreamy as a fairy tale.

According to experts' research, the time from meeting to falling in love was very short.And the "Dream Producer", which was very popular back then and also created a precedent for live broadcasts, was also introduced by Han Qianling as a contestant on the show.

The exact date when the two met is unknown, but seventeen days before the first live broadcast of Dream Producer, Han Qianling had a record of buying lyres, flutes, Xiao and Guzheng.

It was once assumed that the two met for the first time on that day.

However, in view of the unreasonableness of the matter, the academic circle usually puts the time when the two met first.

But no matter what, they are each other's nobles.

Luo Jiujiang was recommended by Han Qianling to have the opportunity to participate in the show.

After that, it was also Han Qianling who gave him almost sky-high property, so that this outstanding musician could immerse himself in his works without having to run around for a living, and without being contaminated with vulgar atmosphere.

And Han Qianling... According to research, he has suffered from a strange disease since he was a child.Although some people once suspected that Han Qianling died in his prime, the cause of death was not unrelated to Luo Jiujiang.But the mainstream view in the academic circle is that Han Qianling died of illness.

Rather than saying that he was murdered by Luo Jiujiang, it is better to say that it was because of Luo Jiujiang's existence that he was able to spend the last and the happiest period of his life.

Luo Jiujiang's murder theory was very popular in that era, but after Han Qianling's funeral, this kind of theory disappeared completely.

After all, art conveys a person's inner voice. If Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling really had disputes and emotional discord, then he would never express such grief for Han Qianling's passing, and even created an unrepeatable record in the history of music. great miracle.

The flute sound commemorating my lover was named "Exhausted Sound" by later generations.

All the music scores and materials have been handed down without omission.But its emotional and artistic value, no one in later generations can copy it.

Some people even speculated that even Luo Jiujiang himself could not.

The reason why this idea is a guess is that Luo Jiujiang has never played the flute since Han Qianling's death.

After he blew a song called "Superior Sound", he offered the flute as a sacrifice in front of the tomb. The flute was later put away by the tomb guards and handed in by his descendants. It is now in the National Museum.

Luo Jiujiang composed nearly a thousand pieces of music in his life, including more than [-] pieces for qin, more than [-] pieces for pipa, several pieces for suona, yangqin, chime bell, erhu, and long flute... But he never even touched the flute again in his life.

Later generations praised this relationship a lot, thinking that it was a miraculous love that transcended status and talent and only acted on the soul, and it was the purest heart-to-heart relationship.The greatest love gave birth to the most amazing songs, but if Luo Jiujiang had a choice, he would rather not make such a song.

Luo Jiujiang died at the age of 83.

His personality is recognized as cheerful and tolerant, and he has always treated his juniors with care, generosity and enthusiasm, and has no secrets.

When interacting with friends, Luo Jiujiang has nothing to be sorry for his friends.Almost all of his friends are full of praise for him, and he is recognized as the most popular among musicians.

But in the second half of his life, although he still traveled, listened to concerts, participated in activities, and was occasionally invited to be interviewed, he never tried to associate with other people.

Later generations' evaluation of this is: there has been the most intense and colorful love, and the rest will be dull.

No matter how much later generations lament and regret Luo Jiujiang's refusal to touch the flute for life, as long as they are willing to click on Luo Jiujiang's personal entry and find the subtitle "Dream Producer" in their life, they will see what happened. In history, precious fragments faithfully recorded by the camera.

Those were the carefree Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling when they were young. In the training room, they did not shy away from the eyes of other players.

Luo Jiujiang smiled very stretchedly, and he said: "Mr. Han is tired, may I play the flute for Teacher Han?"