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Young Hero Chapter 545: High Mountains and Flowing Waters

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    "There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it has. It turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. With the back of a Peng, I don't know how many thousands of miles it has. When it flies in anger, its wings are like  The clouds hanging from the sky are birds, and the sea will migrate to Nanming. The sound of books echoes in the bright March sunshine, like boats sailing in the sky.  In the golden ocean of light, leisurely broke into Mu Shan's dream.  "Xiu Niang" Mu Shan looked at the beautiful back sitting under the peach blossom tree with surprise, her hair full of black hair flying like a flag in the wind. Happiness was like a sudden strong wind, pouring into Mu Shan's heart.  The desire in his mouth made his heartbeat stop due to excessive intensity.  "Mu Shan, why haven't you come to me after so long? Have you forgotten your original oath and don't want me?" The crisp voice was like a bird singing in the empty valley. It was really nice to hear, but there was something in the words.  The deep sorrow and loneliness were like a steel knife, cutting silently into Mu Shan's heart.  "No" Mu Shan hurriedly took two steps forward and consoled him in a broad voice: "Xiu Niang, I have been looking for you, but I have never heard from you How could I not want you  "Really!" "You" Mu Shan stared at Xiu Niang's face as she suddenly turned around. There was no trace of flesh and blood on her face, only a pair of white bones with a cold sheen.  The hollow eye sockets shone with a darkness and ferocity from hell, which made all the hair on Mushan's body stand up, and he felt a cold air rushing from his back to his forehead.  "No" Mu Shan roared loudly, like a young child abandoned in a wild grave at night, with hysterical fear and hesitation in his voice!  "Huh" Mu Shan suddenly straightened up from the bed, his chest was twitching violently like a bellows, his face was covered with cold sweat, he was breathing heavily, and his eyes were looking back and forth in the room.  Scanning until he confirmed that the scene just now was just a nightmare, he took a long breath and lay on the bed again: "Is this the state of mind test that Qinghuang said? The more you are afraid of something, the more something will appear  ¡­. Time flies, if by the time I go back, a hundred years have passed and my beauty has turned into withered bones Oh, don¡¯t think about it, don¡¯t think about it, such a thing will never happen"  You¡¯re on your butt, why don¡¯t you get up!¡± ¡°You need to take care of it!¡± Mu Shan was irritated when he heard Qingluan¡¯s bell-like voice. He glanced angrily and pushed the door open, acting like a little master.  Qingluan, who looked arrogant, said: "You dare to come to me so early in the morning without picking the fruit, aren't you afraid that I will roast you and eat you!" "No, no, no! Brother Qinghuang said that the early bird catches the worm.  , so I¡¯m here to eat you, the big slacker!¡± Qingluan jumped up to Mu Shan¡¯s bed and said curiously, ¡°What did you dream about last night?¡±  So much sweat? Huh could it be you wet the bed?" "You are the one who wets the bed!" Mu Shan slapped Qingluan on the head and said, "Forget it.  , I¡¯m too lazy to talk to you, I¡¯m just hungry, so I went out to find something to eat!¡± ¡°Hey¡± Mu Shan just stepped out of the threshold and walked into the warm sunshine, and saw a red-tiled building with cornices on the green grass below.  Around the pavilion, many unnamed birds stood quietly, like a group of pilgrims, quietly waiting for something: "Why are there so many birds, even cranes, so long?"  Necks, if used for barbecue, must taste no worse than duck necks! " "Bandits, robbers!" Qingluan followed Mu Shan and said angrily after hearing Mu Shan's shameless remarks.  You have ideas about them! They are all spiritual. Brother Qinghuang will play the guzheng in that pavilion at this time every day. They are all here to listen to the fairy music!" "Qinghuang" Mu Shanyuan  Looking at the graceful figure slowly walking towards the pavilion, wearing a dark green skirt, a high bun on her head, and a layer of black gauze covering her face, there is no doubt that she is Huangfu Qingmo: "Does Miss Huangfu also know how to play the zheng?" Mu Shan just finished speaking.  , Huangfu Qingmo had already held up his bare hands and gently plucked the strings on the guzheng. The soft tone seemed to turn into a breeze, blowing towards his face with a cool breath. The lingering sound trembled, but it has not been cut off.  The sound of the piano rose again, like a goddess chanting, the sound was heart-wrenching and endless.  "Dong" The sound of the piano, as clear as flowing water, came from the attic in the sky. It was connected with the sound of the piano played by Huangfu Qingmo below, and set off each other to form a rhyme, just like the mountains and flowing water, far away, elegant and leisurely floating.  In Qixian Valley, one can feel a sense of peace and tranquility far away from the world and escaping into Buddhism.  I don¡¯t know when, but the corridor was already filled with cultivators, all of them leaning on the railings, stroking their beards, closing their eyes and listening, their faces full of awe-inspiring expressions.   The sound of the piano gradually changes, soothing and elegant, like the moon shining on the empty mountain, falling flowers chasing the water, with a seemingly absent affection, climbing over the jungle and mountain streams, carefree in the infinite heaven and earth.  The sunlight seemed to become melancholy in the sound of the piano, trembling and surging like water. The apes in the valley began to cry, and even the various spiritual birds surrounding the pavilion began to spread their wings, dance, and roar.  The joyful songs seem to have turned into flying catkins, riding the sails stretched by the sound of the piano, and swimming in the vast blue sea.  I don¡¯t know how long it took, but the sound of the piano had already stopped, but not only Mu Shan and the Taoist priests, but also the birds and apes refused to leave, waiting there quietly, silently savoring the natural sound just now.  "How about it, how about it, isn't the guzheng played by Brother Qinghuang nice?" Qingluan looked at Mu Shan with a showy face, then put on a look of despair, shook his little head, closed his eyes, and pouted.  Xiaozui scolded: "It's a pity that some people are born bandits. Why can't they spend their time on some elegant things? Thinking about eating this and baking that all day long is wrong and vulgar!" "  Shut up!" The corner of Mu Shan's mouth twitched slightly, he pressed Qingluan's head and squeezed it a few times: "I want you to control it!" "Miss Huangfu's piano skills are really outstanding, it reminds me of an old friend from the past.  , It¡¯s a pity that he is not here, otherwise he will definitely marry the girl Qi Boya, and they will play the music of heaven together!¡± Seeing the green phoenix riding the breeze, falling gracefully from the attic, Mu Shan could only follow it!  , jumped to the ground, and said unhappily: "It turns out that this guy can really play the guzheng, and his skill is not bad. I thought the guzheng in his room was just an elegant decoration!"  , How dare your little tricks come to the ears of experts and make you laugh? It's the sound of the piano that is unique in the heavens but never in the world! " "I don't agree with this!" Mu Shan walked into the pavilion with a straight face.  Inside, he announced loudly: "At least Gong Jin's piano skills are better than his!" "Is Mr. Mu talking about Mizuro Koto?" Huangfu Qingmo smiled slightly and said, "It is rumored that he can listen even if he is drunk.  He noticed the subtle mistakes in other people's music, and because he was so handsome, some singers often looked back to him and made mistakes on purpose. ""So you've heard of him too," Mu Shan puffed up his chest proudly.  Pressing Qingluan's little head, he said: "Although your brother Qinghuang is not bad at playing, you must know that the best has his own best. There are many people who can play better than him, you know!"  Faced with Mu Shan's angry provocation, Qinghuang responded with a gentle smile and said with a yearning look on his face: "If I am lucky enough to meet such a person, I will live up to my life!" Huangfu Qingmo asked softly: "I don't know, Master Qinghuang.  Who is the old friend I just mentioned? " "Prince Changqin, who used to live in Qishan and enjoy playing the piano for fun!"
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