moonlit night

Yue Qingchen waited for three days at the bottom of the cliff facing the wind, dew and drinking snow.

These three days were the time when he lived the most like a fairy, no matter in this life or in his previous life.

Because this is really not how people live.

Not only is it boring and boring to do nothing, but you also have to worry about being discovered by the Kunwu disciples patrolling the mountain at any time. If the original body knows that he has mixed up with his identity as the peak master to such an aggrieved state, he wonders if he will return angrily in minutes.

Three days later, the system happily announced in his spiritual consciousness that the primary task had been completed, and that the hero had successfully passed the trial to join the Kunwu Immortal Sect, and then a dialog box popped up asking if he would accept the primary task award.

It's a fool not to worry about it for so long.

[Congratulations to the host!The current cultivation level has returned to the middle stage of Mahayana!The seal of the spirit ring is lifted!The magic weapon seal is lifted!Part of the memory seal of the original body has been lifted!Do you want to receive memory fragment now?Please advise! 】

Where does this strange military parade team leader's report voice come from...

However, this is followed by another box:

[If the host does not receive the fragment, the second mission is about to start, do you want to accept the mission now? 】

"Receive the clip immediately," Yue Qingchen stroked the ice-white blade of Bingjian, with a bit of gnashing of teeth in his tone: "Instead of being immediately squeezed out of use value, I would like to take a good look at the world first." Something happened."

As soon as the words fell, the ice sword system immediately shrank several times in his hand, and changed back to the mask style he saw at the beginning, and then covered Yue Qingchen's face with lightning speed. .

[Dididi, receiving fragments, receiving fragments, please do not cut off the connection, please do not cut off the connection...]

This sound made Yue Qingchen's hand that was about to tear off the mask hang in mid-air, but in the end he had no choice but to put it down temporarily unwillingly.

It has to be said that this system always has various insidious ways to hold him to death.

Curiosity for the person who manipulated everything behind it really grew stronger.

[The fragment is successfully accepted, the system declares in advance that during the process of reading the fragment, the system will automatically temporarily close the five senses of the host, and it will recover by itself after reading, so the host is requested to prepare in advance to avoid accidents!The first segment is short and lasts about a quarter of an hour. Do you want to receive it now? 】

"Yes." Yue Qingchen answered briefly.

Now the area around here is still relatively hidden, and I have figured out the rules in the past few days, knowing that there will be no disciples to patrol the mountain at this time, even if the five senses are closed for a moment, nothing will happen if I think about it.

The moment he finished answering the word "yes", the surroundings were suddenly silent like nothingness, and the beautiful blue and green mountains in his sight were replaced by a vast expanse of white.

This whiteness and silence only lasted for a few moments, and then it was suddenly broken by a sudden call from the ear:

"Qingchen, can you see clearly?"

Clean the dust?

Who is calling this name?

Who is this name calling?

"This is the first form of prosperity and decline - Dependent Origination."

It was still the female voice who called his name before, but the content of the words had already given Yue Qingchen a preliminary judgment on who he was.

Rongku is the natal magic weapon of Su Xihe, the teacher of Wangshu Shengjun and the qin sage.

This magic weapon is not a knife or a sword, but a flower.

A flower that at first glance seems ordinary.

The scene in front of him was changing rapidly, and his vision was blurred, but the scene finally stopped after Yue Qingchen closed and opened his eyes again.

It was fixed in a closed cave engraved with handwriting.

The furnishing of the cave is extremely simple, only a stone bed, a stone table carved with a chessboard, two stone benches, and a snowmelt stream connected to the outside world.

However, it is very strange that the line of sight is not static now, but is constantly changing up and down.

The system said that this was the memory of the original body. Could it be that he is now using this mask to re-experience Wang Shujun's past?

Then, as if to confirm his conjecture, Yue Qingchen suddenly felt that his arms were swinging around uncontrollably, and his legs were also continuously rotating back and forth.

It seems to be practicing sword.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle sound of the piano wafted to my ears. There were flowers and water in the music, and it was as clear as a spring.

The perception of emotion and hearing is slower than vision.

"You've practiced well," came the female voice again, unhurriedly following the sound of the piano, "it's just that the rhythm needs to be slower, and the left and right hands need to be more coordinated."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly laughed again: "Remember, you are not allowed to use spiritual energy, your spiritual energy is too cold, if you don't pay attention to my Koizumi's eye that I managed to attract, it will really freeze to death."

There is something pampering and helpless in the smile.

"Understood." A faint reply, fleeting in the narrow cave, did not even bring up an echo.

"Also, did you recognize the piece I played just now?" The master deliberately showed off, triumphantly.

""Withered Wood Spring"." The apprentice didn't give face and didn't hesitate. "Second paragraph, three to seven verses, repeat twice, turn to three paragraphs."

The master choked for a while, and said bitterly: "You are considered good. Since you are so good, I will reward you to play the second and third passages of "Withered Wood Spring" a hundred times with Fusheng tonight."

"Okay." The apprentice still said in a calm tone, "Thank you for your kindness, I can't ask for it."

The picture gradually becomes distant and blurred, as if the scene is about to come to an end.

It's just that I didn't know before that the relationship between Wangshu Shengjun and Qin Sheng would be like this.

Listening to Wang Shujun's voice is still immature, I think this memory should have happened before the Xiaoxiang Festival where he became famous in the first battle, and at this time, he was still a young man who was practicing and learning with the qin master.

It's just, this dust...

Oh, I remembered, when I first arrived in Beiming, the system did mention that after binding a character, it would automatically complete the character name based on the host's name.

After a moment of blurring, the picture quietly freezes again, and the frozen place is still the stone cave full of handwriting, but this time, the woman who only heard the voice but could not see anyone in the previous clip was sitting right in front of him. Fuqin.

She could only be seen wearing plain clothes, but she couldn't see her face clearly anyway.

Then the sound of the qin that came close to his ears confirmed his guess, but this time the sound of the qin was not as gentle as before. The sound of killing and attacking in the song was very strong, bringing the chilling and hearty meaning of the ancient battlefield.

"What's the name of this song, who made it, when it was made, why it was made, and why it's easy to mix it up with?" The plain-clothed woman in front of her spoke casually while stroking the simple strings on the table.

This time, the young Wang Shujun was not as quick as before. He listened attentively for a moment, and then he thought over every word before he said: "This passage is called Life and Death. It is a thousand years ago when the human ancient Yue God of War Li Shang broke the enemy's formation in the battle of Jingming Mountain to boost morale. However, it is not a qin melody, but a drum melody, which is similar to Jiang Shang’s battle song Breaking the Battle, but there are a few sections where more scattered sounds are used, which highlights the passionate and unrestrained meaning.”

"Do you know what is life and death?" The woman continued to ask casually while playing.

"The living means vitality, and the murderer means the gate of death. Based on the circumstances when this song was composed at the time, I guess the word "life and death" may mean killing all the opponents to survive."

"Who taught you the ability to make up nonsense?" At the end of the song, the woman smoothed the strings with both hands, and looked at the young man calmly, "Li Yan wants to know that if you guess like this, it may be because you misinterpret his greatness so much." Come alive with merit."

Although there was a hint of ridicule in her words, there was also a strong sense of coldness in them, and anyone could hear the sneer in her words.

"He's a rough martial artist, he doesn't even know a few words, where does he have the leisure to fill his stomach with ink, and kill all his opponents to survive?" Two meanings, the first is very simple, it is to kill alive, and to be more clear, it is to kill and surrender. In the battle of Jingming Mountain, Gu Yue won a complete victory and captured [-] enemy soldiers, all of whom were killed and buried alive. This song is He did it on the spur of the moment when he watched his subordinates murder prisoners of war, which was indeed meant to boost morale, but more importantly, he was enjoying the power of life and death, which he was proud of and never thought that he had done anything wrong Even if he was later deeply disgusted by the king and executed by tricks, he never reflected on what went wrong with him."

The atmosphere was tense for a while.

"However, these are not mentioned in the policy theory of the history books. It is only said that he died of illness, and that he is a loyal minister and good general who is rare in a hundred years." The young man was silent for a moment, and replied.

"The history books of the world, how true is it? Only ignorant and childish people will firmly believe." The woman sneered, but immediately returned to her previous brisk appearance: "I asked you six questions just now, and you only answered half of them correctly. Dust, why do you think about this?

It's because you believe too much in the power of books.In fact, according to me, if you have such a good teacher and helpful friend by your side, what books do you still buy?If you have that spare money, you might as well buy more meat and cook me some delicious food. If I am happy, I can teach you a lot of things that are not in the book.How about this, I will fine you to sell those useless books at the market at the bottom of the mountain tonight, and exchange the money to buy some meat, and then ask the little plum essence at the entrance of the cave how many plums he wants, and make me fried plums Meat. "

The young man took a deep breath, but he could only force his heart to cry and silently turned around to hug the book.

This person doesn't teach seriously on weekdays, let himself study, and doesn't give money to buy books, he can only ask the little plum tree spirit at the door every time he goes to the market, how many baskets of plums he wants to bring to the market to sell, and in exchange for the money, he will give it to him as soon as possible. She buys vegetables and cooks, and saves the remaining money several times to buy a book. Now, she has to sell all the books.When I bought these books, although most of them were backlogged in the store for a long time and could not be sold, they were really expensive. How could anyone buy them when they were on sale?

However, when he was about to walk to the door with the book in his arms, he seemed to have guessed what the little apprentice was complaining about, and the woman added behind her back: "There is a reason for letting you sell it. Looking at your little face, it is enough to attract those big girls and daughter-in-laws to buy your things, am I right? When you go to the market, your plums are not the fastest sellers?"

The wind is blowing and the cave is cold. Once the scroll is gone, it will never return.

It is a great misfortune in life to meet such a good teacher and helpful friend who is stingy and casual and relies on betraying his appearance to eat meat and drink.

I really don't know what kind of meat and wine she needs to eat even though she has already fasted her grains.

Yue Qingchen looked at the scene in front of her, wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Thinking of the ending of these two people in the end, I couldn't feel at ease no matter what.

The protagonists of the next few clips are these two people, some are playing chess, some are playing the piano, some are practicing swords and appreciating plum blossoms, and the most frequent moments are when the young man sits alone in front of the stone wall handwriting and meditates, attracting the aura of heaven and earth. By himself, Yue Qingchen noticed that every time he practiced spirit, he would choose the place farthest from the spring. He must have really listened to Su Xihe's half-joking words and took them seriously.

A quarter of an hour ended quickly, and when the picture in front of me was blurred and frozen again, the front had changed back to the previous blue and green mountains, and the familiar magic sound sounded like thunder:

[The fragment has been read!The second mission is about to be released, will the host accept it immediately? 】

"Wait a minute," Yue Qingchen frowned, "Before that, I want to see Fusheng and Shuanghan first."