Wen's sect's scumbag junior brother is back

The disciples also met Mr. Erhu when they were hunting treasures in the deserted sand.

Mr. Erhu was dressed in white, and his hair roots were turning white. He was rummaging in the sand numbly like a puppet who had lost his soul.

Seeing this, some young disciples thought that Mr. Erhu was looking for something good. They followed Mr. Erhu eagerly, until their companions grabbed them, and pouted their mouths carefully to face Mr. Erhu's back.

The disciples who can enter the secret realm are not stupid people. They suddenly realized that they couldn't see through Mr. Erhu's cultivation, and everyone raised their vigilance.Mr. Erhu stretched his hand into the sand and shook the sand, turned over for a long time and then withdrew his hand, his white and slender fingers were not wearing gloves.

Everyone's eyebrows twitched, realizing that this person was extraordinary, so they stopped walking and watched Mr. Erhu walk away.

Yu Chengzhou also saw Mr. Erhu, his companion wanted to say something but Yu Chengzhou held him back, he took his companion away and looked around carefully, and said in a low voice: "Haven't you heard of him?"

"Ah?" The companion touched his head with a dazed expression.

Yu Chengzhou sighed slightly, he half knelt down and carefully dug out the spiritual grass in the dark sand, and said: "The secret realm is just a phantom in the western realm, and he is also a phantom. His real body is probably still searching for sand in Laqu in the western realm at this time." .”

As soon as he mentioned Laqu Xunsha, a flash of light flashed in his companion's mind, and he raised his head in disbelief: "He is the one who has been picked up for thousands of years? But, but this is only the Golden Core Secret Realm. He is famous in the 27th realm. I'm afraid there will be crossing tribulations, right?"

The companion suddenly realized something: "No wonder you said yesterday that no one can solve this situation. If you can solve it, the world will change."

Mr. Erhu found the day from the night, he walked dozens of miles, and only found a grain of sand in the whole night.

He collected the sand calmly, neither fast nor slow. Sometimes he turned over for several months before turning over two or three grains of sand.

Some of the disciples who came and went bypassed him because of fear, and some became curious because he picked up sand, and lost interest after looking at the sand and finding it was worthless.

There were footsteps behind him, as if gravel had been turned over. The young man who had met him yesterday ran up to him and looked at him curiously. The young man raised his hands and placed a gold box in his palm.

Xu Chaoqi said sincerely: "I see that you have been looking for sand, and you have searched in the sand yourself, but unfortunately you didn't find much after that, and only found three grains."

Mr. Erhu raised his eyes and glanced at him. Perhaps he hadn't spoken for a long time. He lowered his eyebrows and took the gold box away, and said hoarsely, "Thank you."

He poured out the gravel, returned the gold box to Xu Chaoqi, and then searched for it with heavy steps.

However, Xu Chaoqi did not leave, he just followed Erhu Jun, and the little mice also ran out and rummaged left and right in the sand.

Xu Chaoqi squatted down and stuck his fingers into the sand, the biting cold permeated his soul along his fingers, Xu Chaoqi shivered and froze on the spot unable to recover.

Seeing this, the little mice hurried over and pulled out his fingers with all their strength, and they all let out a sigh of relief.

Xu Chaoqi picked up his waist and put his palms on his stomach to warm him up. He still followed Mr. Erhu.

He watched Mr. Erhu bend down countless times a day, moving his hands back and forth in the cool sand.Erhu Jun is not afraid of the cold, his fingertips have long since turned blue and blue, and he can hardly even grasp the bow.

He also tried to shake the sand two or three times a day, until finally his lips turned white from the cold.

He followed Mr. Erhu for two days, and the little mouse also helped him find a few grains of sand, which he gave to Mr. Erhu.

On the night of the second day, Xu Chaoqi set up the tent, and Mr. Erhu also took out the erhu and began to tune the strings.

Mr. Erhu had a few strands of silver hair on his head, he suddenly said to Xu Chao: "They are not worth much, why put your mind on them?"

Xu Chaoqi crawled out of the tent, he raised his head, his eyes were clear: "Treasures are only valuable to those who value them. These gravels may not be valuable to others, but they are the most precious thing to you."

Erhu Jun lowered his eyes, set up the erhu, and began to pull the bow.

The music flows to every corner within a ten-mile radius. Its voice is sometimes high and sometimes low, like a small river slowly flowing through the desert. The moonlight mixed with the music makes people feel calm.The erhu played the tune all night, I don't know who played it.

Listening to the music, Xu Chaoqi didn't seem to be so cold anymore. He got into the quilt and arched himself, his breathing gradually calmed down.

There is a rare dead tree in the desert, and the last dead leaf swayed down with the music, until the tip of the leaf touched the sand and suddenly stopped.

The bow stopped, and the wind also stopped. Erhu Jun's silver hair floated into the air with the wind and did not fall for a long time.

The ink tail Taoist robe stroked the cold gravel, and footsteps sounded in the silent desert.

Opening the tent with the back of his hand, Wen Zhaoxi squatted down and quietly looked at the people in the tent.

Xu Chaoqi was sound asleep, he seemed to smell a familiar smell, so he turned over and approached the heat source.

Xu Chaoqi warmed up in a daze, his warm face pressed against his thick clothes, he raised his head, and slept more and more at ease.

Wen Zhaoxi stared at Xiao Yao for a long time, then narrowed his eyes and carefully picked up Xiao Yao's palm.

The palms that were originally white had been turned blue and purple from the cold at this time, Wen Zhaoxi was silent for a moment and finally stretched out a pair of big hands to wrap Xiao Yao's fingers in the palms.

Xu Chaoqi seemed to be lying on a glacier at first, but suddenly a burst of heat drove away the coldness, and then his soul seemed to be on fire, and it was all warm.

He "whimpered" and tried his best to drill into the warm place.

After Wen Zhaoxi warmed Xu Chaoqi's palm back, he combined his middle finger and index finger, and drew a symbol to drive out the cold on his hand.

The man in his arms was getting tighter and tighter to him, but it was rare for Wen Zhaoxi not to distance himself from him.It was rare for him to let Xiao Yao lie in his arms and roll, while he watched the bright moon in the distance accompanying her.

Feeling the familiar smell, Xu Chaoqi had a dream. In the dream, he followed a person all over the 27 realms. That person once crossed mountains of knives and seas of fire, carefully wrapping pieces of crumbs with his hands...

Xu Chaoqi woke up from the dream, obviously he was warm, but the bed was a bit cold.He looked up, the stars in the sky were still bright, and the moon didn't seem to move much.

The sound of the erhu still lingered in the desert. He got up and wanted to get some food from the storage bag, but found that there seemed to be more food in the storage bag?In addition to pastries, soup and porridge, there are also a few plates of deep-fried small crispy fish.

Xu Chaoqi thought about it.

When Wen Zhaoxi returned home, Fu Xuandao had been waiting for a long time. He looked at Mingsha on Wen Zhaoxi's tail in surprise, cupped his hands and said, "Master, you are not..."

Wen Zhaoxi raised his hand, and he slowly walked into the room with lowered eyes: "It's just a trivial matter, let alone...he is still young."

Fu Xuan said: ...

After Xu Chaoqi woke up, according to Mr. Erhu, he had only slept for half an hour.

He looked up at the night sky boringly with his neck up, and the little mouse also climbed onto his stomach and looked up at the sky, but after looking for a long time, he didn't see anything, so he took out the beautiful spirit stone from his pocket and stuffed it into Xu Chao's palm.

Xu Chaoqi was no longer sleepy at all, he mentioned the little mouse and went to search for sand with him.

He tentatively stretched his hands into the cool sand again, it was still bitingly cold, but this time the coldness did not freeze his soul, and when he recovered, his hands gradually healed.

He sighed, and there was a complicated look in his eyes.

Mr. Erhu played the Erhu for more than two hours, and he also packed his bags and started to search for sand.After they found the first grain of sand today, Mr. Erhu spoke.

"It is indeed my most precious thing..."

Mr. Erhu's hair is much grayer, his figure is slender, a gust of cold wind blows his white clothes, he walks around and looks around, his voice is cold and silent.

"He's also the only one who understands me."

Hearing the word "person", Xu Chao was stunned, his eyes slightly opened.

They were lucky, and they met another grain. Mr. Erhu squatted down and carefully picked up the sand.

"This is a land in the extreme northwest, where there are few living things. What's more, it's full of barren sand and countless long nights.

I am Yuexiu who grew up here, and I have been playing with the Erxian Huqin since I was a child.I love my violin, every sound and every tune it makes.

... Later he came, and he led an army and was ordered to guard this place.

I played a song in the sand, and he came to me looking for the song.When he first came to look for me, he was only in his twenties.

He said he hadn't read the book, but he liked listening to my sonatas.No matter what I play, he can hear the music he likes. Sometimes he will accompany me to listen to the music for a day and a night under the moon without going back to the camp.

When I am sad, he can also hear the sad in the song.I smelled the fragrance of flowers for a while, and he said that today's song also has the fragrance of flowers.

We talked and laughed in the extreme northwest, forgetting about the world, often drinking and playing music, hearty and dripping until the day.

Sometimes I miss a syllable and he catches it right away.

He said that even if he doesn't go back, he can listen to me play the music for a lifetime as he has been a mortal for decades.

Later, he left, fought dozens of battles and died, buried in the barren sand.

Since then, no one on my huqin has been able to accompany me from the long night to the dawn..."

Erhu Jun's eyes were lost, until the cold wind blew up the yellow sand, his eyes became solid.

He swayed and saw a ray of spiritual energy in front of him, he staggered forward and picked up the sand.

Xu Chaoqi also came up, he saw the grains like yellow sand, his throat seemed to be stuck.He still picked up the sand, but this time he concentrated his consciousness on it, and found that the crumbs were not sand.

When the crumb is picked up, it loses its color, and if you don't pay attention, it doesn't seem to exist.

Mr. Erhu took the sand away, and said softly: "It will hide and become the same as the surrounding. It is a grain of sand in the barren sand, a grain of soil in the farmland, and a drop of water in the river and sea..."

What did Xu Chaoqi realize: "A person cannot be resurrected after death, he returns to heaven and earth after death. Are you planning to pick it up again in heaven and earth, and prepare to recover?"

Mr. Erhu nodded, Xu Chaoqi felt complicated and didn't know what to say, he pursed his lips and said slightly: "Is this really possible? Are you afraid that someone will crush the sand when you are searching for it, and the person you are looking for will never come back? "

Erhu Jun, who has always been cold, smiled, holding the box in his hand, his eyes stared blankly: "Someone tried it before... Afterwards, no one dared to do it anymore in the world."