Grandmaster Plane [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

Zong Xian Gu Fan Wai Wu

More than ten years ago, a child was picked up by the sword-wielding elder of Tianyong Sect and renamed Baili Tusu. Ten years later, Elder Danzhi of Qingyutan came into the world for the sect's lost secret treasure Yuheng.

"Good mountains, good water, good scenery and good tea, but there is a beauty missing."

The man in deep clothes who came to Huamanlou today joked with many women here, causing the girls to show off their beauty one after another.

During this period, the grown-up Baili Tusu and others followed Ouyang Shaogong to Jinniang's shop. After a group of teenagers were scared away by the generous bustard, Ouyang Shaogong said with a smile: "Jinniang, Why are you so happy today?"

With a wink, Jinniang was dressed up beautifully. Although she was not young, she was still full of charm under the appropriate makeup and clothing, and had more charm than that delicate daughter who had only years.

"Ah, you can see it too? A big client came to the building today, he can draw and speak, and he can play a piece of Sitong very nicely. By the way, let me listen to it. You are nothing."

"Is there such a thing?" Ouyang Shaogong was listening with a smile, and he was rarely interested when Jinniang talked about Sitong's master.

Sitong was also called Yaoqin in ancient times, that is, various other names of Guqin.

The other party was praised by Jin Niang for his excellent silk tung skills, presumably it should be everyone.

It's just... the dignified people wandered around in the daughter's hometown, and I don't know what kind of people they are.

He walked out of the building with such thoughts, and was surprised to find that Baili Tusu, who had never been good at communicating with strangers, was actually talking to someone.

The night in Jiangdu was dense and peaceful, and the shadow of the man was hidden in the water and lake light.

Gu Shengyu gently raised his hand, the music reverberated, and the melody of the mountain from thousands of years ago resounded leisurely, making Ouyang Shaogong seem to see Yunjuan Yunshu that the prince Changqin admired back then.

The beautiful piano sound is as addictive as happiness, and a good luthier can easily infect the audience in the music.

Gu Shengyu clicked to the point, and did not reproduce the memory of this song thousands of years ago, but just lifted the cover of this ancient book, and listened to it.

Of course, this will not satisfy the audience.

Baili Tusu said, "Why don't you keep playing?"

Gu Shengyu said: "There is wind, there is water, there is moon, there are stars, but there is still one person missing, it is not good, so I don't play."

Baili Tusu was puzzled and said, "Why is it not good?"

Gu Shengyu bent his eyes and said: "It's a pleasure to be with friends. Playing without friends, isn't it just reminiscing about the past and adding to the sadness, so it's not good."

Baili Tusu was silent for a while, and said, "I took the liberty."

Gu Shengyu said happily: "Children, why are you so old-fashioned, just smile, there is nothing in the world that cannot be solved."

Baili Tusu's expression moved slightly, and he said softly, "Is it also possible to resurrect the dead...?"

Gu Shengyu did not give him regretful looks like the others when they heard him say that, but said indifferently: "That depends on what you are asking for."

"Why?"

Before Baili Tusu could answer, a voice came from across the sky.

Baili Tusu looked along and said in surprise, "Mr. Ouyang."

Ouyang Shaogong cupped his hands and said: "I'm being rude, please forgive me if I disturb the elegance of Baili Shaoxia and this young master, it's really what the two said, and it's also a confusion in my heart."

Gu Shengyu looked playfully at Ouyang Shaogong, then at Baili Tusu, casually fiddled with the strings of the Guqin under his hand, and produced an orderly melody.

"Let's put it this way, what the living can ask of the dead is nothing more than the word 'feeling'. Or if you don't understand, it's because you have doubts about some of the dead's actions. Because no matter how difficult it is to get an answer after death, you must Only when this person is resurrected can he untie his knot. Or if he is unwilling, why can’t he share this life with him, and he doesn’t want that person to just leave like this, so he must go against the sky.”

"Even if there is a calamity, the heart will turn into ashes, and it will burn forever."

Baili Tusu said, "What's the difference between these three?"

Gu Shengyu pondered for a moment with his head sideways before saying: "One, if you find the way to the underworld, you can question yourself in person; if you are reincarnated, then you can go to the underworld to look at the mirror of reincarnation after death. Or they had already gone with it at that time, and it would not be a bad thing to see each other again in the hell. The only similarity between the two is that there is a solution, and they will not harm others or themselves."

Ouyang Shaogong said indifferently: "That is to say, is it harming others and yourself if you want to keep the dead to share your life with yourself?"

Gu Shengyu fiddled with the guqin lightly, but there was no sound, so his voice was particularly sharp against this backdrop.

"Yes."

Ouyang Shaogong: "..."

Baili Tusu looked at Ouyang Shaogong and the gentleman he just met in bewilderment, is it an illusion?He always felt that although the two gentlemen did not make eye contact, there was always an invisible aura flowing between them and confronting each other.

Ouyang Shaogong suddenly smiled like a spring breeze.

"A high-level explanation, a detailed explanation, it sounds like spring thunder piercing my ears, I don't know where I am going."

"Wandering away, poplar flowers fly away, wandering away, flowing with the water, drifting away in the wind, wandering around the world," Gu Shengyu brushed off his clothes, stood up and cupped his hands and said, "Which one are you?"

Baili Tusu: "Sir?!"

Gu Shengyu picked up the piano with a slight smile, with a regretful expression.

"Good wind, good moon, good zither, good man, I thought my old friend had come, but in fact I don't know each other face to face."

Ouyang Shaogong frowned and said, "What do you mean, sir? I have never met you before."

Gu Shengyu shook his head: "No, no."

Baili Tusu tilted his head: "Sir?"

Gu Shengyu continued to shake his head: "No, no."

Ouyang Shaogong: "..."

Baili Tusu: "..."

Gu Shengyu ignored their doubts and looked at the two quietly. In his eyes, the prince Changqin was here, but there was no prince Changqin here.

Holding the guqin in hand, I strayed away, singing faintly, full of farewell.

Gu Shengyu: "Thousands of years ago, I went back to yesterday, the immortals of Mt. Yu came here holding the zither, the phoenix attracted me to fall to the sky, and the leech in the pond now transforms into a dragon..."

Ouyang Shaogong clenched his palms unconsciously, and Baili Tusu also felt his head buzzing, as if something was about to pop out.

The other party walked further and further away, his figure gradually disappeared under the moonlight in the field of vision, but his voice was still ringing.

"In the ancient times, the sun was covered by the black dragon, and the son made three appointments with the immortals. No one watched the rain falling on the Changshan Mountains, and the people who played the zither came to the empty pavilion."

The scenery on the shore is beautiful, the lake is sparkling, and the quiet night has poetry echoing, swinging far away until the edge of the moonlight.

This night, I don't know what kind of feelings it brought to Ouyang Shaogong and Baili Tusu. In short, it was a pity for another person who came looking for friends.

His friend... split in two.

With a low sigh, the sleeping person turned over, and the next time he made some movement, it should be time to wake up.

As the outside world moved due to his dream, Xuan Xiao and Chong Lou first looked at the surrounding area where the water vapor was getting heavier.

A few years ago, this place was as dry as a desert, but in recent years, a large forest has spawned, completely changing the landscape.

Xuan Xiao asked in surprise: "Who is he?"

Chonglou: "I don't know."

Xuan Xiao was even more surprised, "Don't you know him?" Didn't know him and kept him for so many years?

Chonglou hugged the wine jar and thought about it carefully, trying to recall the scene tens of thousands of years ago. To be honest, this is a job that tests memory.

"I met him three times in total. The first time, he cut off my limbs and dug out my heart. The second time, he and Fei Peng beat me to serious injuries. The third time is this time."

After finishing speaking, he downed the wine, and the Mozun wiped the drink from his mouth, the whole demon was very domineering.

"Didn't he show you my heart?"

Xuan Xiao didn't know what to say about this brutal meeting history. Fortunately, there was still the second half of the sentence. He thought about it, it was much simpler than Chonglou, and it happened only 300 years ago.

"Is that gemstone? I can feel the surging vitality in it"

"It turns out that my heart has transformed into what it looks like."

Chonglou let out a "squeak".

"I thought it would be more hideous."

Xuan Xiao was silent. Seriously, he thought that the heart of a demon should not look like a gem, and from his aesthetic point of view, the red one was like a raging fire, and it was really a treasure among gems.

The Demon Lord laughed at himself and said: "It is said that the heart of a scheming demon looks like a gem, because the more filthy a demon is, the cleaner its heart is. When it was a scheming demon, it was indeed a gem."

Xuan Xiao didn't know what state of mind he had, and asked in a low voice: "Then what about you now?"

Chong Lou scoffed: "I don't know, it was given to people many years ago, who knows what it would look like," he added, seemingly mockingly, "But it's definitely not good-looking, otherwise... "

Otherwise, you won't be so disgusted.

He took a sip of wine, and a strangely fiery devilish energy emanated from his whole body, and he rushed to the sky with a murderous look, not knowing who to fight with.

Xuan Xiao watched him leave, got up and came to the place where he was just now, picked up the jar of wine and took a sip carefully, then frowned.

"It's so hard."

Different from ordinary strong or mellow good wine, the taste of this jar drunk by Chong Lou is extremely bad. If Xuan Xiao knows more about the world, he will know that the wine comes from those poor people who have been busy all day. A little bit of luxury squeezed out of the belt.

This is when Jingtian died, Chonglou was wandering around the world, and accidentally bumped into the reincarnation of Jingtian, but the other party was an ordinary person who was even more ordinary than Jingtian.

Although it has been admitted that Fei Peng is dead, this unbroken cycle of reincarnation seems to have washed away all the aura from the god's body, leaving behind a mortal body of flesh and bones.

Just when he felt inexplicable anger, that Sedum reincarnated finished the day's work, wiped the sweat on his neck, nodded and bowed to receive today's wages from the foreman, and then ran to a nearby tavern to get a bowl of it. The worst yellow soup, drank until he was excited, looked at Chong Lou who stood in front of him without saying a word, and was not afraid of his unusual eye color and hair color, so he invited him to drink a bowl of wine.

The wine was as bad as it was at this time, but Chong Lou seemed to see his opponent again from the other party's clear eyes, and saw the cunning and clever Sedum again...

Since he is a demon, why bother to miss the old love so much?

Since we are human beings, why should we fear the cycle of life and death?

Worldly affairs, human affairs, cannot get rid of the word love.

I don't know who said this, but it's really straightforward.