Transcending the Nine Heavens

The sound of the violin is relaxing, the sound of the violin is unseen, and obviously it is a light and thin voice, but in the hearts of the people, it excites the thunderbolt, everyone is in a wonderful situation with the sound of the violin.

Chuyang Xinhui Lake is calm as water, but it is like standing at the angle of a bystander, quietly watching his life. Broken heart and broken liver and intestines!

When he was a teenager... the flaming bear in the outer building; Meng suddenly dressed as a white sword, walked around in the flames of the bear, a desperate calm, but he pushed himself down, buried himself under the corpse, reserved a little life for himself...

Walking out of the sky, helpless, first inexperienced, trusting others, but risking their lives, running away, all the way... counted once, being hunted down once, escaping once, making their hearts and minds gradually become cold, hardened and heartless...

Deep mountain closed cultivation, came to the iron clouds, the battle was raging...

Yokohama River and Lake, killing people over goods, starting the poisonous sword martial arts road, the bloody rain along the way... the piece of corpse left behind behind by himself and Xiao So's deserted departure...

I wasn't heartless, when I killed the first person, I threw up for three days... but if I didn't kill, people would kill me! The world is blind and unaccompanied; the only way out of this bloodpath, the only way to live...

Until that day, I discovered another piece of purple bamboo grove, stirred up childhood memories, and I forgot, but met a woman in red... what kind of woman was that? The style is approximate, brilliant and fragrant, weak and fibrous, but strong and arrogant, gently covered in sadness, yet elegant and elegant...

Hands up, feet down, all the best...

She stood quietly in front of herself like a fairy for nine days...

Remember that conversation...

“ …… ”

“… dare ask Miss Fang's name? ”

“My last name... Mo, don't dance lightly...”

“Okay, good name. ”

“Really?” Don't dance with great eyes and mumble: “My mother used to say...”

“What?”

“Daughter's heart... don't dance lightly...”

“Daughter's heart... don't dance lightly...” Chu Yang said thoughtfully at the time: “Your hall is truly heartfelt...”

Light dance, with the Mo surname in front of it, that means something completely different. Daughter's heart, don't dance lightly. If you dance lightly, you will be damned!

It's a name, it's a mother of no light dance, advice to her own daughter! And it includes a mother, a vision for her daughter's future.

……

“… what a coincidence you are back in the purple bamboo forest. ”

“I like purple bamboo...” Don't smile softly and cover your eyes with sadness: “Purple bamboo, my favorite warmest color in my childhood is purple... really unforgettable...”

“Really? Oh, so do I. Remember when I was a little girl, I grew up in a piece of purple bamboo... Later, no one, no purple bamboo..."

Both voices are faint, but each can hear the memories and whispers in each other's voices. They can also feel the strong unwillingness and hatred in each other's hearts... they all know each other and are full of things.

But Chuyang didn't know then, now he knows. Don't dance lightly like purple bamboo because of his second brother's purple jade when he was young...

……

“Brother Chu, here you go again...”

“It was like a dream, purple bamboo... that was my heart... I always felt something was missing when I didn't come to see...”

“Well, so am I.”

“Brother Chu, if you come next time, you can happen to meet me like this...”

“What?”

“Oh... nothing...” Don't smile...

……

Chu Yang closed his eyes, two generations apart, and circled back and forth. He seemed to see the smile of the year when Mo Ming danced again. The purple bamboo is handsome, swaying the waves of the sea, no dancing red clothes floating, in the purple bamboo forest, the appearance is unspoiled...

That smile, not sad, but shy, and sweet...

Dance lightly... you know, that smile, it makes my heart fall!

Too bad I don't know...

…………

“Dance lightly, are you here? ”

“What a coincidence...”

“Well, it's a sunny day, light dancing, would you like to take a nap with me? ”

“Um, okay. ”

…………

“Brother Chu... Chu Yang...”

“Mmm...”

“Brother Chu, do you think I look good dancing? ”

“I haven't seen it...”

“Oh, after today's wine, Zizhu witnessed; my little sister... danced for you...”

At that time, Mo's eyes were full of sweetness, full of joy, looking into his own eyes, full of tenderness...

Red sleeves are light, Chu Yang only feels that the nine days and nine days of the moment are all bright red, and a wonderful figure, like the fairy Limbo, steps on the moon...

“The desert green smoke dances gently, and the ocean is full of purple bamboo; dance and reward all your life, dance and dance all your life!” The wonderful song at the time of the dance seems to be echoing again...

…………

Slowly the music in the lobby was raised slightly, and it seemed as though it had suddenly risen with a gentle twist...

Then suddenly a high sound of the violin, suddenly fell, the hearts of the people, then heavily jumped!

And Chuyang's heart, also at this moment suddenly heavy shock, seemed destiny, at this time there was a reversal...

…………

“Chuyang... don't go...”

“I'm going to avenge my master... avenge my brother, I have to go...”

“Chu Yang...”

“Chuyang... you are so harsh...”

…………

“Chu Yang... will you come back? ”

“... I don't know...”

……

“Chu Yang, I finally found you, you... still like that? Will you come back with me? ”

“ …… ”

“Chuyang… I'm afraid… I've been very disturbed over the past few days…”

“ …… ”

“Chu Yang... is your heart really like iron stone? ”

“… I have no heart anymore…” Chuyang remembered at that time, is the ruins of a building outside the sky, a corpse of a place, a strong hatred… incitement, extinction, extinction, cultivation of swords, revenge!

But he didn't notice or dare to look, don't dance that heartbroken eye...

Don't dance heartbroken away...

After a long time, Chu Yang suddenly became irritated. Something bad seemed to be happening. He remembered that he had just left Mo Ming Dance. Chu Yang was even more restless. In the middle of the meditation, it seemed that there was always Mo Ming Dance in a gentle call...

“Chuyang... help me...”

“Chuyang... you are so harsh...”

“Chuyang... I want to see you again...”

“Chu Yang, I miss you...”

……

Chuyang shaped electric, black shadow rapidly chased up, at that time, he didn't know why he chased, he didn't know what he was chasing...

However, after several decades of pursuit, it was discovered that Mo Ming Dance was being besieged and dying of injuries...

Chu Yang only felt his heart explode...

He screamed and rushed up, almost losing his mind and chopping those people to pieces...

The last moment of the dance was in his arms, but it was a desperate happiness on his face...

“Chuyang... you haven't held me like this in a long time... I'm so happy...”

“Don't move... let me look at you, look at you...”

“I don't hurt, it really doesn't...”

“Chuyang... If there is a new life, if I can still meet you... I hope that you will take a look at me carefully, I look better than a sword...”

“Chuyang, hold me tight... hold me tight... I, I want to be held by you forever... Chuyang, I can die in your arms, I am satisfied..."

“I'm not sorry... I finally saw you at the last moment...”

“If… there is an afterlife…”

The eyes of the Iraqis are filled with desires and visions, but it is at that moment that they are set! Her eyes were still full of love and looked at Chuyang's face, but she had lost her temper.

But that look of love has become eternal...

………………

Chu Yang breathed heavily, seemed to spit out his heart, but found that the sound of the violin was sometime over.

In the lobby at this moment, whoever it is, there is either a condensed or contemplative look, or a low sigh, or a lost eye, with no sound at all.

Gu sits alone next to Chuyang, his eyes moist. He... also remembered the man who gave so much for himself...

Each time, this song made Chuyang experience the dark soul of previous life again; but what others have experienced is their own life, or grievance, or anger, or sorrow, or guilt...

This turnaround is like a baptism and purification of life!

“What a beautiful song...” Chu Yang sighed low in his heart: “The name of Qin is not false. However, the turnaround was still broken. ”

Disconnected, Chu Yang's review!

Chuyang doesn't really understand the music. In previous life, he liked to dance lightly. Since ancient dance songs were indistinguishable, Chuyang naturally also touched some knowledge of the music.

This round, although Chuyang is not the sound of everyone, is the only acoustic of this song! Because he is the only one who really... has tasted the taste of the round!

The so-called revolution is at least two generations! To barely call it a turn! And this song, Chuyang, only remembers the past life! I don't recall this time of my life.

But according to the mood at the time, it was clearly possible! But the music was interrupted!

So Chu Yang said, cut.

There is silence in the lobby, except for the huge central furnace, which beats bright and dark and exudes endless heat...

It took a long time before a thunderous applause erupted.

The sound of the violin sounds loud and seems to be giving thanks.

“Prince Chu, you can ask me three sound questions. If I can't answer them, I will talk to Prince Chu for a long time and have dinner.” The faint voice came from the hand of the piano.

Chu Yang smiled and suddenly calmed the tremor in his heart. “Who dares talk about tone before the qin is gone? However, I do have a few questions about this song. ”

“Oh?” Xiao Lu's voice, obviously a little more interested.

“This round goes straight into everyone's heart, rich and poor, good and bad! It can be seen that Miss Xiao Lu's red-dust experience was a success; however..."

“But what?” Xiao Lu asked.

“But this song… seems to be only half a song! Lu Girl, why is this?” Chu Yang asked faintly.

Girl at the foot behind the curtain, silent and silent!

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