I didn't expect you to be such an onmyoji.

He was originally a century-old pine tree on the top of Huashan Mountain.

The Sword Discourse Platform on Lunjian Peak is covered with snow all the year round and the cold wind howls. The new disciples of Chunyang Palace play piano or practice sword here.The sound of the zither, the sharp sword piercing the air, should be soft and strong, but they complement each other on the Sword Discourse Arena on the top of Huashan Mountain. It is a well-known sharp weapon in Jianghu. After listening to it for a long time, I just feel that there should not only be swords on the sword stage, but also a piano.

He has been here for a long time.

From the few people on the top of Mount Hua, to the establishment of Chunyang Palace by Lu Dongbin, the son of Chunyang, to the hundreds of disciples of Chunyang Palace, the green smoke at the foot of the mountain, the faint sound of bells, and the red-topped cranes are gracefully walking on their slender legs. As he walked by, the snow was piled on his emerald green pine needles, the pure Yang disciple's sword wind passed by, shaking his dense branches and leaves with vigor, snowflakes fell to the ground.

The setting sun in the sky cast golden light on the Sword Discourse Arena, jumping little by little, climbing from his strong tree trunk to the snow on his branches.

Another day is over.

He closed his eyes tiredly.

The Chunyang disciples who were practicing swords put away their swords, greeted each other, and went down to Lunjian Peak in twos and threes.

In a short time, the Taiji Square under Lunjian Peak will be illuminated with stars and candles. Through the bitter cold wind, he, a century-old pine tree standing proudly in the snow, will feel strangely warm.

As the sky darkened, the candles in Tai Chi Square lit up one after another.

After that, there was also the audience of the Discourse on Swords.

He was a little surprised. Could it be that some disciples wanted to practice sword at night?

Stepping on the soft snow, there was a slight sound, and the moonlight was faint, and it looked a little dim against the torch in the hands of the visitors.

"Qing Ran, if Master Yu Rui finds out about you cutting down trees secretly, what will you do?" said a slightly anxious voice.

The other person kept his head down and walked forward without saying a word. His appearance gradually became clear in the light of the torch. It was the face of a young boy who was still a little immature, wearing a white Taoist robe and carrying a simple long sword.

It should be Fang's disciple not long ago.

Beside him was another young man, holding an ax in his arms, with a look of bewilderment.

"Qingran, let's talk about it... It's not like you haven't heard of it. Pine wood is not suitable for qin." The young man was still persuading.

However, the boy named Qingran had already passed the torch in his hand to the person beside him, took the ax from his hand, and walked to the side of the century-old pine tree.

The cold wind made the thin robe on his body flutter, and coated his eyebrows with a layer of frost. He lowered his eyes and gently stroked the somewhat rough trunk of the pine tree.

"Sorry." He said, "I want to give her a qin, a qin covered in pure Yang Palace wind and snow."

He clenched the ax in his hand: "I...I will chop off your tree trunk and make it into a harp."

Century-old pine looked at his slightly immature facial features, and then looked at the lights of Tai Chi Square under Lunjian Peak.

Ah, cut me down.

Let me go and see those lights.

Centennial Pine said.

However, the two teenagers in the night didn't hear it, they held the ax clearly, closed their eyes, and swung it towards the waist of the pine tree vigorously. And down, splashed the two teenagers under the tree.

"Feel sorry."

Qing Ran closed her eyes and said.

The century-old pine wood only looked at the dots of candle flames, let the ax goug on him once, twice, under the umbrella, until he fell down suddenly, the candlelight in his eyes tugged, turning into golden streaks in his eyes silk.

The moonlight is faint, and the stars are dim.

On such a night, he left the Sword Discourse Arena that had been stationed for a hundred years.

Qingran has never had experience playing the piano.

Maybe you can play a few notes on the seven strings with your hands, but when it comes to making the bottom of the piano and stretching the strings, you don't know anything.It was his lover from Changgemen that made such a young man who specializes in kendo suddenly think of Zaiqin.

"Everyone in Changge Sect is good at playing Yaoqin."

He rested his chin on his hand and said while looking out the window.

It was the beginning of spring at that time, and the spring light leaked into the house through the windows, and the century-old pine wood became a lonely bottom of the piano, looking at the old beams, listening to the trivial whispers of the young man standing by the window.

"I don't know why, but I think she's the best at playing the piano. The obscure piano sounds are played by her, like the spring wind that splits the glacier. Her eyes are crooked, not suitable for crying, only suitable for crying. Smiling carefree, I feel happy when I look at her, and I want to give her everything I have."

"I don't know how to chop the qin, or even play the qin, but if she likes it, I am willing to give it all to her. Even if I cut a century-old pine tree from the Sword Discourse Arena, I was severely punished by Master Yu Rui." pause."

Have you never thought about failure?

"Failure? Of course I thought about it, but if I can make her smile, it doesn't matter if I fail once."

idiot.

"People are like this, crazy about love, crazy about love. You don't understand."

After living in the wind and snow for hundreds of years, the so-called "love" is indeed the most obscure thing in the world. The pine wood can't be broken for a hundred years, and I don't want to break it.

Later, strings were attached to his body.

Seven, clean as silk, shining with a cold light like a sharp sword.

The young boy who was still a little immature at that time had already put on a more complicated and gorgeous Taoist robe. He was taller, with thick shoulders, and his pair of eyes with the unique vigor of a boy. There won't be any ripples, a few wisps of hoarfrost on his temples, like snow on the Sword Discourse Arena that hasn't melted for years.

As winter was approaching, his lover who was far away from Changgemen put on a wedding dress and married someone else.

Now, I have been busy cutting down trees at night, begging for blueprints, making the bottom of the piano, and pulling the strings for ten years, which is more like a joke.

"I don't regret it." The man had a smile on his face, "At least I still have this violin, which has been a witness for ten years."

Qing Ran, you are really an idiot.

"Ha." The man laughed, "I feel much happier after receiving a compliment."

He turned and walked slowly, took out a simple long sword from the sheath behind his back, and carved two words on the piano that was about to be completed.

Relax?

"Yes, Song Fu." Qing Ran said with a smile, "Although he can't be sent out, we still have to give him a name."

He lightly stroked the smooth body of the piano, wanting to caress his beloved's clean face, the warm smile on his face was slightly bitter, and finally, he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, which splashed on the chestnut lacquered surface, Filling up the newly engraved gullies, the word "Songfu" is neat and has a fresh smell of blood.

Qingran died young in the end, and the Yaoqin Songfu, which he had carved by himself, was also dusty in a corner of the bookcase in his room, along with his sword and collection of books.

I don't know how many years later, the door in the house was pushed open from the outside, someone came to light a candle, the sudden light made the century-old pine tree flash in front of him, he heard the sound of gentle footsteps, and looked carefully, only in the In the dim candlelight, I saw a fair and beautiful face.

Her eyelashes were still covered with the snow of Chunyang Palace, her eyes were curved, as if she was always smiling, but at this moment, there were tears in her eyes.

She stretched out her hand to caress the chestnut lacquer surface, and sighed with the word "Song Fu" with deep red old blood stains.

"Idiot."

This is the most incomprehensible feeling of human beings.

She finally burst into tears, her voice hoarse in her throat, dull and painful.

Those crooked eyes are not suitable for crying, only for carefree laughter.

She took Yaoqin loosely from Chunyang Palace in Huashan to Changge Gate in Qiandao Lake.

The snow in Changge Gate is not as cold as that in Chunyang Palace, they are quieter, and suddenly one night, they come rustling, accumulating on the window sills, accumulating on the eaves, accumulating in places that can be seen by the eyes, the green curtains are fluttering, and people around The little girl in the green dress leaped briskly over the stone slab bridge, and there were bursts of water under the stone slab bridge, which were waves pushed aside by fish tails.

The Yaoqin is laid loosely in front of the window sill, and the person who often plays it has been lingering on the sick bed for several months.

"He can't even play the piano, how can he make a good piano." She said with a smile, "The sudden whim in my youth can last for ten years."

"I like to hear him talk about the empty Tai Chi Square, listen to him talk about the sound of the piano on the sword stage, and hear him talk about the lonely pontoon bridge in the hinterland of the snowy field. Those are places I have never been to, but unfortunately I have been in poor health since I was a child. , I probably won’t be able to leave the South for the rest of my life.”

"I thought I would never set foot on Mount Hua in my life."

"I didn't expect...but he left before me..."

As she spoke, tears rolled down her eyes again.

"I never wanted to see those scenery with him."

idiot.

Yao Qinsong sighed.

After that winter, the sound of the piano can no longer be heard in front of this window.

In spring, Changgemendai tiles and white walls, and gorgeous apricot blossoms are blooming between courtyards, which is a scene that Yaoqin Songfu has never seen before.

Those two idiots finally got together.

After many, many years, Yaoqin Songfu was transferred to the hands of a girl named Fang Xueqin. The girl was seventeen or eighteen years old, with crooked eyes and a smile that made people feel happy just looking at her.

"Song Fu." She stroked the words carved on the body of the piano, smiled and said humanely behind her, "It's actually a pine wood piano. If you want to make a piano, the pine wood needs to be ancient materials, and I don't know how old the pine wood used to make the piano is." gone."

"At least a hundred years." The person behind her smiled and stroked her long hair again, "For you, do you like it?"

"I like it." The woman held the piano, walked forward with a smile, and bumped into a man in front of her without paying attention.

The man turned his head, his eyes were emotionless, and a strand of white hair on his sideburns, with a sense of vicissitudes.

"Sorry." The man delivering the piano came forward, put his hand on the woman's shoulder, and said to the white-haired man.

The white-haired man glanced at the woman holding the zither, turned his head and left without saying a word. The busy city of Lantern Festival was full of people, and he disappeared soon.

The woman quickly forgot about him, holding the qin, and talking to the man beside her.

Fireworks are lit in the distance, the sound is booming, and the lanterns and shadows of the Lantern Festival are everywhere. No matter where they are, they are extremely noisy, and there is no room for a little lonely mood.

At that time, Yaoqin Songfu felt sad.

Many, many years later, only he can still remember the idiots these two people used to have.

The ridiculous thing is that after reincarnation, they are just strangers.

From one hundred years to another, the one who has been standing in place will always be him.

"and after?"

A childish voice sounded.

The cherry blossoms rustle outside the eaves, like light and fluttering snow.

After the demon luthier played the last note, he raised his head, and sat in front of him were two children in plain clothes. The one with forehead hair was the eldest daughter of Abe Seimei and Genfuyu, Abe Miko, and the younger one was combing her hair. The boy with the horn bun is their second son, Xiuxing.

It was Xiuxing who spoke, he liked to listen to stories.

The demon luthier looked at him for a moment, lowered his eyes again, and said coldly: "I'll tell you after I've learned this verse."

later?

Later, after many, many years, he traveled across the ocean and came to Dongying, where he met her again.

Still with crooked eyebrows and eyes, not suitable for crying, only suitable for carefree laughter.

In this life, she doesn't know how to play the piano, so let him teach her.

Just like before.

Forever, guard her.

After all, he is also an idiot.

The sound of the piano in the hand paused for a while, and then played again.

No one knew that Song Fu, the demon luthier, lost his mind a little at that moment.

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Still update late at night!

This chapter is mixed with Jiansan hahahahahaha, Daoist X Qinniang.

Qin fell in love with the female luthier of Changgemen, but the Taoist priest and Qinniang who made him personally gave him the enlightenment of love, so compared to this love, he respects these two people who are difficult to stay together, Then after the reincarnation, Taoist Master and Qin Niang have already started their own lives, only Qin is still living in the original memories, as if he was abandoned, this can be regarded as his sadness.So he has always been alone, from being a tree to being a piano.

This is the end of the sadness of the literary youth, the next chapter, the cry of the second-year youth: How much do you know about Lao Tzu’s sadness!

In the end, I was cold to death, my hands were stiff, and typing on the keyboard was all mechanical xxxxx