When the devil respects life as a waste

Xie Lingjun felt desperate about this, everyone said it was for his own good, but they were all doing things in their own way, without asking about his feelings at all.

From the beginning to the end, from the previous life to the present life, he has been kept in the dark.

He thought to himself, if by the end of the year, Master has not returned, he will decide to leave on his own.

At the end of October, before Jiang Xie came back, Chang Xiangsi first flew to Miaoyin Pavilion on a harp in the howling autumn wind.

When he passed by Xie Lingjun, he said, "Are you still there? It's hard for you to wait for these months. Pavilion Master Jiang is caught up in an emergency, and he will be able to arrive at Miaoyin Pavilion in mid-November. You have waited for so long Let’s wait for a while. Although the disciples in Miaoyin Pavilion are no better than Qingyang Pavilion, they don’t know how to fight, they only know how to play the piano all day long. But if you like, they will be very happy to compete with you.”

"I will wait." Xie Lingjun said indifferently, "Thank you Pavilion Master for your kindness, but don't bother the talents of Qingyang Pavilion. I can afford to wait."

"That's good." Chang Xiangsi sighed, and flew to the Qingyang Pavilion after speaking. After walking for a while, she suddenly looked back at Xie Lingjun and invited, "Would you like to go to the Miaoyin Pavilion to listen to the music?"

Seeing Chang Xiangsi's sincere expression and sincere tone, Xie Lingjun felt that he couldn't be rude and that he couldn't refuse, so he nodded and replied, "It's a great honor."

Stepping into the cabinet again, it has been several months, and two months later, it will be a new year.

The two konghou in the hall have not been moved, it seems that there is no doubt that they are often in love.After Chang Xiangsi entered the pavilion, she took the one in her hand and put it next to the little harp, walked to the chair and sat down.

"Your Excellency, please sit down." Chang Xiangsi waved her hand and spread her palms, but she didn't say where to sit, meaning she wanted Xie Lingjun to sit on the floor.

Xie Lingjun was not shy, he just lifted the hem of his clothes and sat down.

Chang Xiangsi tried a few notes casually, then adjusted a few times, and waited until the pitch was not bad at all, and then played the first upward slide, followed by arpeggios, melodies, chords... all the notes poured out under his hands, Methodical.

At the end of the song, Xie Lingjun was intoxicated by it, but Chang Xiangsi sighed and asked him: "Compared to what you heard last time, how is my playing this time?"

Xie Lingjun was stunned for a moment, thinking when he had heard Chang Xiangsi playing the piano, and he did have some memories—31 years ago, Chang Xiangsi played "Long Lovesickness" in the midair of Changliu Peak in Qingyang Pavilion, thinking it was him The last song in my life is very emotional.

Xie Lingjun was worried about Jiang Xie at the time, and was also afraid that Shen Zhengze would commit something stupid, so he didn't listen to Chang Xiangsi's performance wholeheartedly.But looking back now, I also feel that Chang Xiangsi's performance at that time was far better than it is now.

Xie Lingjun thought so, so he didn't answer.

When Chang Xiangsi saw Xie Lingjun's expression, what else did he not understand?He smiled and said, "Your Excellency, it's okay to say."

"I played better 31 years ago." Xie Lingjun said succinctly.

"Is that really the case?" Chang Xiangsi lowered her head slightly, and put half of her face on the strings. She plucked her right hand casually, and Lingling's piano sound came to her again.

Xie Lingjun was quite sad, and thinking that he hadn't practiced sword properly for more than 30 years, he felt the same way, and felt a sense of loss in his heart.

"I don't know who made the song I played that day, but it was automatically stored in my natal magic weapon." Chang Xiangsi said with a smile, "My natal magic weapon has been following me since I was a child. According to Master, , it was a gift from my mother, and it was placed in the awning boat that sent me to Miaoyin Pavilion."

Xie Lingjun didn't know why Chang Xiangsi said that, but it was more associated with the situation 31 years ago.

Looking back on her life that day, Chang Xiangsi thought that she was bound to die, so she opened her mouth.Now it is by no means unreasonable to speak, and there is a resolute resignation in the tone.

As Xie Lingjun listened, his heart shivered again, but he was actually not very willing to listen any more.

"Before I learned how to play the harp for the first time, the harp had been playing this song on repeat, and there was also a clear and melancholy female voice singing non-stop. Master told me that the singing woman was most likely my mother. "Chang Xiangsi lowered her head, her expression was gloomy, and it was difficult for everyone to figure out his mood from his expression.

This is the first time he has told his life experience in front of people.

"That's how I got my name, because the first line of the song is 'Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an'..."

When Chang Xiangsi said this, she felt uninterested, she smiled embarrassedly, raised her head and said to Xie Lingjun: "I'm sorry, I said so much nonsense. I originally wanted to invite the guests to enjoy the wonderful music, but I let you listen to it for no reason." noise."

"It's not noise, Pavilion Master Chang is polite." Xie Lingjun said slowly, "It's really an honor to hear Pavilion Master Chang play a song."

Chang Xiangsi laughed a few times happily, and said: "My friend is very good. I played the best 30 years ago. Later, I failed to improve my skills, and instead regressed a little. Thank you for your perseverance. The song was called "Ji Le Tian" just now. "."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to greet everyone in the hall, and said: "Then we, a large group of people, will play another song for the little friend, called "Rebounding Pipa Skills and Le Tian"."

The music sounds day and night.

Three days later, Chang Xiangsi was a little tired, and everyone was still playing, but he put down the harp in his hand and left from the chair.

He walked to Xie Lingjun's side, stretched out his hand and said, "Little friend, can you come with me?"

"Okay." Xie Lingjun agreed, and reached out to hold the palm that Chang Xiangsi offered, and was pulled up by the other party.

After Chang Xiangsi pulled Xie Lingjun past him, she let go of her hand, and then waved her sleeve, and his natal magic weapon moved in the air, following behind him.

The two left the attic and flew to the mourning hall in the back mountain.

On the way, Chang Xiangsi said with emotion: "It's already the beginning of November, it's a pity that we won't see snowflakes in Xiling again this winter."

When Xie Lingjun heard this, his heavy heart finally fell to the ground, knowing that Chang Xiangsi was lamenting that his time was short, and what he said was that he would not even make it through this year, which made Xie Lingjun very surprised.

How can this be so?

Just as he was about to ask, he heard Chang Xiangsi talking to him: "Xie Lingjun, did you come to Miaoyin Pavilion to obtain the spiritual material 'Gun Bing Nuo'?"

Xie Lingjun calmed down and said frankly: "Yes."

Chang Xiangsi smiled slightly, and said: "It's just in time, if it's earlier, I'm afraid I won't be willing; if it's later, you'll be in vain again. You and Jiang Xie came neither early nor late, and I'm willing to give you 'Gun Bing Nuo' .”

While talking, the two walked to the mourning hall in the back mountain.

Chang Xiangsi put away the flying natal weapon, and with a wave, the konghou shrunk into his palm, and was finally put into the sleeve.

"Do you know why I brought you here?" Chang Xiangsi looked at the mourning hall and asked in a heavy tone.

As soon as Xie Lingjun thought of his sleeping body being placed in the mourning hall, his heartbeat suddenly became uncontrollable and began to become faster and louder.

"I don't know." Xie Lingjun said.

Chang Xiangsi turned her head, looked straight into Xie Lingjun's eyes, and said in a low voice: "There is a person buried here who looks exactly like you. I'm afraid you don't know, that person is your source. Without him, you wouldn't be here." With you. So you should come and meet him."

Xie Lingjun's heart beat like a drum, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

Chang Xiangsi pushed the door open while talking.

Not everyone can open the mourning hall, only Chang Xiangsi and He Xian are eligible to enter Miaoyin Pavilion.

Chang Xiangsi led Xie Lingjun to the ninth floor, halfway up the stairs, Xie Lingjun saw the white jade coffin, and the familiar face inside the jade coffin—his own face.

He himself, that is, Xie Lingjun, and still Xie Lingjun, was quietly lying in the jade coffin, suspended in mid-air.

"He's not dead, but it's no different from being dead." Chang Xiangsi said indifferently, "He is a person who shouldn't have been born in the first place, but Xie Changhuai and Qu Wanrong did the crimes."

The pain, grief and anger in Xie Lingjun's heart was about to overflow, and he immediately asked: "How do you say this?"

Chang Xiangsi laughed "heh", shook her head and said, "Why tell you? It's just adding an insider. If you know, you will be silenced if you don't. Sometimes, the less people know, the better. "

Xie Lingjun sneered and remained silent.

But Chang Xiangsi sat down on the last step, took the harp, and said, "Let me play another song for you."

Xie Lingjun was in no mood at the moment, he didn't say good or bad, just looked up and stared at the jade coffin hanging in mid-air.

Chang Xiangsi didn't wait for Xie Lingjun to answer, and started playing on her own.

As the night wind blows, the sound of flutes, flutes, or zithers can be heard from inside the Miaoyin Pavilion.Elegant or warm, all the music is scattered in the wind.

Xie Lingjun didn't hear clearly in the mourning hall, only the harp sound of Chang Acacia in front of him lingered in his ears endlessly.

After finishing the song, Chang Xiangsi turned to look at Xie Lingjun and asked, "This time is also "Long Lovesickness", the first piece I learned, I hope it will also be the last piece I will play in my life..."

The voice became lower and lower, and at the end it was very weak.

"You..." Xie Lingjun stared at Chang Xiangsi, unable to speak in a daze.

He was immersed in his emotions just now, he only saw himself in a coma, and he didn't pay attention to Chang Xiangsi who was playing the piano.When he came back to his senses and looked down, he saw that Chang Xiangsi was aging rapidly.

"You...why..." Xie Lingjun couldn't speak, he couldn't help but leaned over, and stretched out his hand to Chang Xiangsi's cheek.

Chang Xiangsi smiled slightly, raised her hand to touch her pretty face, and asked, "What? Have I become ugly? You know, compared to you, no matter who you are, they will look very ordinary. I can't be spared .This old face, please take a look at it for a while at the end. In the future, if you want to look at it again, you will have no chance."

After finishing speaking, he smiled more happily at Xie Lingjun.

He wanted to ask if he was ugly now that he was old.But he can't ask, he doesn't want to grow old, he loves beauty very much.

He loves all things beautiful.My favorite is the wonderful sound, especially the movement that flows out from the konghou.

Xie Lingjun shook his head, stretched out his hand to cover Chang Xiangsi's.His hands are generous and warm, covering Chang Xiangsi's hand completely, and the remaining fingertips rest on the corners of the other's eyes and brows.

"Not ugly, you look good anyway," he said.

Chang Xiangsi was still smiling, unable to tell whether it was joy or sorrow, but he could only say that it was a very calm attitude—going to die calmly, just like 7000 years ago, when he thought his time was approaching.

This is not something that can be described as joy or sadness, it is all fragrant and filthy, and autumn leaves hide from the ground.

In a blink of an eye, Chang Xiangsi's eyebrows and hair were all white, and the skin that was smooth and delicate just now had faint fine lines.

"What the naked eye sees is all skin and nothing but appearance." Xie Lingjun said softly, "I don't have appearance. I look at people with my heart, and what I see is your soul. You are beautiful."

The smile on Chang Xiangsi's face began to fade.

The weakening of the smile was not because he was sad because of his aging and ugly, but because he was so powerless in this situation that he couldn't even maintain a smile, and he just wanted to close his eyes and sleep forever.

Chang Xiangsi's voice in the past was just like his piano, elegant and watered down.But now, his voice is as old as his appearance, becoming old and deep.

"I am willing. All of this is not because the deadline has come, but because I am willing. Xie Lingjun, this is my last selfishness. Can you please remember that I am willing."

Xie Lingjun nodded, stretched out his hand to hold the back of Chang Xiangsi's neck, pressed the person on his left shoulder, and agreed softly: "Okay. I know, even if everyone doesn't know, I will remember—you are Willing to die."

Chang Xiangsi lay on Xie Lingjun's shoulder.

Since Xie Lingjun could no longer see his expression, he didn't have to pretend and just shed tears.

Xie Lingjun remained silent, feeling a warmth on his shoulder.

"I'm going to bid farewell to this world," Chang Xiangsi's voice became more and more muffled and weaker, "Before I leave, I want to give you the love of my life."

"Okay." Xie Lingjun couldn't bear it anymore, suppressed the infinite grief in his heart, restrained Chang Xiangsi in his arms.

Xie Lingjun is an extremely slender person. When he hugged Chang Xiangsi in his arms, he realized that she was so thin, as if she could go away against the wind at any time.

At that moment, a phoenix-headed harp flew out of Chang Xiangsi's sleeve, and the strings plucked spontaneously, as if someone was still playing it.

Followed by Qingyue's female voice weeping and complaining: "Long lovesickness, in Chang'an...beauties are like flowers separated by clouds..."

The konghou gradually shrunk, but the sound of Lingling music and singing was still heard endlessly.

Xie Lingjun thought that Chang Xiangsi had told about his life experience before, now that he heard this song, he knew it was sung and played by his mother.

Chang Xiangsi said that before he learned how to play the harp for the first time, the konghou had been playing this song all the time.In other words, after he learned to play the harp, the song never appeared again.

And on the day when he passed away, the sound of the zither and the singing sounded again: "The sun is fading/The flowers are full of smoke, and the moon is as bright as a melancholy. Zhao Sechu stopped the Phoenix Column, and the Shuqin wanted to play the strings of mandarin ducks. This song is intended to be passed on by no one, and I wish to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze."

More than half a year ago, the day he came to Miaoyin Pavilion, Chang Xiangsi's singing was wafting in the wind, and the other party was still singing this song.

At this moment, the male voice faintly visible in Xie Lingjun's ears overlapped with the mournful and desolate female voice in the harp: "Yi Jun is far away across the blue sky. In the past, there was a wave of eyes, but now it is a fountain of tears. If you don't believe my concubine's heartbreak, come back and look in front of the mirror."

When the sound of the piano and the female voices are exhausted, the constantly beating strings of the harp gradually become still.

The konghou began to shrink, and the jade coffin in mid-air also became smaller.Soon, when the jade coffin was so small that it was almost invisible, it flew towards Konghou, and unexpectedly got into Konghou's resonance box.

Before Xie Lingjun could react, he felt a pain in his ear, and a silk string pierced through his left earlobe, and a harp as small as a fingernail was strung on his ear.

"My last remnant soul will be attached to the natal device. It may save your life at a critical moment." Chang Xiangsi's barely audible voice sounded on Xie Lingjun's shoulder.

These are his last words in this world.

At this point, Chang Xiangsi didn't move, let alone make a sound, she just silently fell on Xie Lingjun's shoulder and leaned against Xie Lingjun's chest.

The golden nanmu coffin flew over and landed on the stairs.

Xie Lingjun waited for a long time, afraid that Chang Xiangsi's body would be dissipated like Han Xu, so he hurriedly put Chang Xiangsi's body into the coffin.

When the warm body entered, the coffin closed automatically and hung in mid-air.

At this moment, the sound array in the mourning hall automatically played mourning music, mourning the death of the just passed away Lord Miaoyin Pavilion.

Xie Lingjun sat in the position that Chang Xiangsi had taken not long ago, the wooden ladder under him still had the other person's body temperature, but the fact that Chang Xiangsi had passed away could not be changed.

Xie Lingjun spread out his palm, a piece of Lingyu was in his palm.

This is what he is looking for in this trip, the spiritual material is as cold as ice.

He remembered what Chang Xiangsi said in the past.

——More than 9000 years old, my end is approaching, and the life span of a monk is 1 years.

——I am not dead, this is a miracle given to me by heaven.I survived and successfully broke through to the Supreme Realm.Today, I have lived 7000 years.

It should have fallen in 1 years, why did Chang Xiangsi live for 7000 years?

It relied on the piece of ice wax in Xie Lingjun's hand.

Xie Lingdu came to Chang Xiangsi to seek spiritual materials to save Shen Zhengze, but unexpectedly took away what the other party depended on for his life.

Now he has two other people's natal artifacts, one is the nameless sword of his biological father Xie Changhuai, and the other is the konghou of the master of Miaoyin Pavilion Chang Acacia.

Why did Chang Xiangsi say that he came neither early nor late, and why did Chang Xiangsi say that Xie Lingjun's birth was caused by Xie Changhuai, Qu Wanrong and his wife?

And, why did Chang Xiangsi die?

These things were so confusing that Xie Lingjun couldn't figure it out anyway.

The author has something to say: the second volume is finally finished, and the third volume will start soon.

Embedding the thread was refreshing for a while, but pulling the thread was tiring.

There are so many foreshadowings, at least the second volume ends with Chang Xiangsi, it's not easy.I kind of like him, but that doesn't stop me from writing him to death.

It is impossible for me to spend a lot of time to render a person, but this person is still useless, no.Chang Xiangsi appeared in the first volume, and the second volume finally came to an end.I like the feeling of echoing back and forth, cool.

In fact, I have written this chapter a long time ago. I originally wanted to save it until today to revise and polish it, but I really don’t want to move it. Maybe it can be better, but that’s it.