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I saw the young man in front of him wearing a golden tea-colored robe with cross collar and wide sleeves, his hair tied up, and a round white jade that was transparent in the middle of his waist. He looked about the age of a weak crown. Judging by his attire, he should be a person who practiced in Linghao Pavilion, Meng Fuyuan recalled for a while, but found that he had never seen the boy's face, and he had never taken in an apprentice.

It should be the wrong person.

Meng Fuyuan reminded: "This young man, I am not your master."

As soon as the words fell, the person on the opposite side let go of his hand as if he had just woken up from a dream, with an unnatural expression on his face, "Sorry, your back looks too much like my master."

"It's okay."

Meng Fuyuan smiled lightly and said that he didn't mind, originally he planned to go back the same way, and was about to go back when he heard the young man next to him hastily ask to stay, and cautiously probing——

"Hero, are you a guest of Ling Hao Pavilion?"

Meng Fuyuan had no intention of concealing his identity, so he turned around generously and bowed his hands, "Yes. I am the owner of Wuwei Villa, Meng Fuyuan."

"Is there anything you want to do in Linghao Pavilion?" The young man asked again.

This is actually close to inquiring about privacy. Meng Fuyuan looked at the young man's face, the other party was full of sincerity, and didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong. Meng Fuyuan quickly realized that the other party's status in Linghao Pavilion should not be low, so he subconsciously Inquiring about these things carefully, this knowledge made Meng Fuyuan unwilling to refute the young man's face, so Meng Fuyuan only kept part of the facts, "I will pay homage to the name of the master of Hao Pavilion in Lingling for a long time, and come here specially to visit."

"You want to see the pavilion master?!" The young man was a little surprised.

Meng Fuyuan nodded.

"This is simple." The young man straightened his clothes, straightened his back, cleared his throat and said loudly, "I am Chao Zixuan, the master of Linghao Pavilion."

Meng Fuyuan was startled.

"Why, is it strange?" Chao Zixuan raised his chin, "I don't look like the Pavilion Master?"

Meng Fuyuan had restrained the guilty conscience that had been accidentally leaked, lowered his head and raised his eyebrows and said, "The master of the pavilion is young and promising, full of vigor and high spirits."

"Haha." Chao Zixuan laughed, "You are turning the corner and saying that I am too young to be the Pavilion Master, aren't you?"

Meng Fuyuan heard the words and said quickly: "The pavilion master misunderstood."

"You don't have to be so cautious." Chao Zixuan suddenly took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed Meng Fuyuan's sleeve, with a familiar look, "The first time I saw you, I thought you looked like my master, not long Like, it's like a character, so it made me feel close."

Meng Fuyuan was not used to Chao Zixuan's demeanor, but thinking that he still had to ask Chao Zixuan, he endured it for the time being and did not push Chao Zixuan away.

Chao Zixuan took Meng Fuyuan's sleeve and walked, saying, "You are the owner of Wuwei Villa. You haven't been born in Wuwei Villa for a long time. This time you were born again, and you came to visit me again. You must have something important to ask me. Let me ask you something important." Guess, is it related to the Red Flame Gang and the Demon Cult?"

Meng Fuyuan said softly: "The pavilion master is intelligent."

Chao Zixuan suddenly lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and he clenched the cloth in his palm, "Don't call me Pavilion Master, it's too natural."

"Call me Zixuan." Chao Zixuan suddenly lowered his head and smiled inexplicably, "I'll take you to the Zhuying Water Pavilion, and the Canglang Pavilion, right? I'll take you to see the scenery over there. The scenery is beautiful, and my master used to like playing the piano there the most."

Naturally, Meng Fuyuan had no reason to refuse, he let Chao Zixuan pull him away, the two crossed the stone arch bridge, turned around, and soon arrived at the Zhuying Water Pavilion.

I saw that the Zhuoying Water Pavilion is a round black tile, a plain white wall, a gable top, and three bays of red pillars. Half of the water pavilion stands on the steps in the river, and the other half rests on the foundation. The water pavilion is surrounded by rockery pines, cypresses and green bamboos. As far as the eye can see, the mountains are green and the water is green, quiet and clear, giving people a sense of relaxation and joy, as if the heart and soul have been washed by water.

It is a good place for self-cultivation.

Leaning on the railing, Chao Zixuan watched as the trickle under his eyes was divided into two by the stone, and then merged into one after bypassing the boulder, and went with the wind. Lost in the sand and went in, suddenly said: "I haven't been here for a long time. I have never dared to come."

Meng Fuyuan knew that Chao Zixuan was thinking about others at the moment, and the surrounding was eerily quiet. Meng Fuyuan didn't know how to comfort Chao Zixuan at the moment, but he only knew from Chao Zixuan's behavior that the master he was talking about was probably no longer alive.

"Can you play the piano?" Chao Zixuan folded his arms on the railing, staring blankly at the front, his temples trembling in the air as the autumn wind lifted him.

"know a little."

"Okay then, I'll fetch the qin for you." Chao Zixuan didn't wait for Meng Fuyuan's reaction, walked into the pavilion in a daze, and came out with a cedar qin in his arms, "Can you play a song for me? Just play a song That's fine, I don't have that much to ask for."

Meng Fuyuan couldn't refuse, so he took the guqin and put it on the nearby stone table. He saw that the cedar head of the piano was carved with the pattern of singing phoenix and cirrus clouds. It is the owner of the piano that has not been used for a long time.

Meng Fuyuan sat down, rolled up his sleeves, moved his fingers slightly, and played the first note. The Shang note echoed in mid-air, lingering for a long time, with endless sadness and desolation, just like the words of a sentimental poet when he mourns autumn. Word.

Chao Zixuan turned around and looked at Meng Fuyuan bowing his head to play the piano, his eyes were dazed and burning, he was so dazed that he lost his mind and lost his soul.

Even Meng Fuyuan, who put all his energy on the strings, could feel it, but the thought just passed by. Meng Fuyuan concentrated on the strings at his fingertips, for fear of playing a wrong note, after all, he hadn't touched the piano for a long time.

However, a raw hand cannot be avoided by concentrating. Meng Fuyuan still played a few wrong notes and stumbled three times on a piece of music.

Guqin sounds are sometimes melodious, sometimes sad, like duckweed drifting in the world, and finally still helpless, like the lingering sound of the Qiang flute in the battlefield, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the desert, comforting and comforting the nameless bones together, and like a dilapidated The city wall is empty, the withered petals are finally crushed into dust, and the butterfly with broken wings is reincarnated for the rest of its life.

At the end of the song, Meng Fuyuan placed his ten fingers on the lightly trembling strings, the sound stopped abruptly, and the Zhuoying Water Pavilion was as quiet as an ancient and stale silence.

After a long time, Chao Zixuan's voice sounded again, as if it would be blown away by the wind the next moment.

Chao Zixuan's eyes were lost, and he muttered to himself, "He used to always say that I couldn't calm down and couldn't hold my breath, so he often forced me to sit here and listen to him play one piece after another. His piano skills are really bad, and he often Played it wrong. I didn't want to listen to it every time, and I put on a look of impatience. Until later... Then I didn't have a chance to listen to it..."

After a while, Chao Zixuan came back to his senses, and smiled lightly at Meng Fuyuan, "By the way, haven't I told you yet, who is my master?"

Meng Fuyuan raised his head to look at Chao Zixuan beside the vermilion fence. The jade tree is facing the wind, and he is heroic, but it makes people feel a little mature.

"Shen Zhuo." Chao Zixuan said softly, "My master is a great hero who died in the battle against demons, and he is the previous master of Linghao Pavilion, Shen Zhuo."