Wang Yue Han

Lu Zhuofeng and Liu Yiyun are about the same age, young and young, and Lu Zhuofeng is used to love affairs. Although he has no practical experience, he also knows how to arouse his personal interest. His ten fingers are weak and boneless like snakes, wandering around Liu Yiyun's body. Charming and ambiguous but not obscene, Liu Yiyun closed his eyes and did not dare to look at Lu Zhuofeng's charming appearance at the moment. He tried his best to hold back his emotions and said: "Lu, Mr. Lu, please respect yourself..."; "Pfft! So ignorant of style..." Lu Zhuofeng sneered, he wanted to tease Liu Yiyun only when he was in a good mood, but he didn't expect this person to be too serious, even stingy with a joke, so he intensified the joke: "Then if I If you don't respect yourself, what should you do?"; I can't bear it anymore, I don't need to bear it anymore, Liu Yiyun propped his left hand on the stone slab by the spring, and his right hand held Lu Zhuofeng's slender waist. Qi, if the vast galaxy stretches as far as the eye can see, and the clear water in the medicine spring is slightly rippling, and the circle of ripples swaying into his heart, Liu Yiyun smiled slightly: "The sage has a cloud, food, sex, and sex. If you don't listen to good advice, then I will be willing to accompany you." In the end." After some movement just now, the jade crown on Lu Zhuo's limelight has been scattered, and thousands of black hairs are flowing down like a waterfall, Liu Yiyun's heart tightens, and the word □□ is silently swallowed while his Adam's apple is rolling; "Don't tell me, it's just a joke, It's just a joke." Liu Yiyun imprisoned him in the crook of his arms, the dragon's head was already rising between his legs, if he pushed him down again, he would really catch fire!Lu Zhuofeng quickly begged for forgiveness and surrendered: "I thought you were a fool and wanted to tease you, but you defeated me instead."; "Stop talking nonsense about such jokes." Slightly swollen, Liu Yiyun let go of Lu Zhuofeng and retreated to the side, secretly annoyed: My concentration is too weak, how could I be easily aroused by a man, could I be as good as Long Yang?

"I know, I know, I'm just a little too happy today, don't be angry..." Lu Zhuofeng nodded in response with a straight figure, the real dragon's fate is revealed, he had better spend the last few days with this nobleman He doesn't leave every step, but he doesn't know if Muyun Academy can accommodate outsiders: "Well... can I stay in the academy for a few days?"; "Didn't I leave the farmhouse with you? Why, it's not good to live there. Okay?"; "It's really good there, but I like it more, I promise I won't cause trouble for you, okay?" Apart from the idea of ​​taking refuge in heaven, Lu Zhuofeng really wanted to live here again. With Liu Yiyun here, secondly, he wants to see Liu Yiyun's serious teaching appearance, and the environment of Muyun Academy is elegant, which is very suitable for him, a lazy fox, to bask in the sun; "If you come here, what will your two friends do?" ?” Liu Yiyun walked a little closer to the depths of the medicine spring, and the spring water just covered his shoulders. Although his wound can usually move normally, if the medicine spring stops for a day, he will be in pain. This belongs to Liu Yiyun The secret is that when he was taking a bath, the students never dared to sneak up to watch him. Even if Liu Yiyun didn't bring a change of clothes, the old man in the canteen personally brought them; "You just say whether you agree to me or not, and I don't care what they do." ;

Frustrated and self-loathing, Liu Yiyun didn't know how to respond to Lu Zhuofeng's request, maybe having more friends would be no harm.

On the top of the eastern mountain, there is a burning shadow. It is Yan Ziyao who dragged Jiang Zihan to the top of the mountain with him as soon as night fell. They had a panoramic view of the lights at the bottom of the mountain, especially the Medicinal Spring of the academy, which was flat and open, and not a single disturbance could escape the sight of the two of them. When the real dragon roared sadly, they had already noticed that their guess was correct, and Liu Yiyun was the one. The real dragon emperor, after being robbed, the dragon energy on his body was sealed by external force and hid in the mountains. If the man of destiny hadn't used the dragon-seeking formula this time, he might really be nowhere to be found; "How, you can rest assured now? "High in the mountains, the shapes of the rocks are very different. Yan Ziyao stands facing the wind with the touch of a stone under his feet, and his black clothes are fluttering and scattered in the night to hide; "I hope..." The figures of the two were stretched by the moonlight. But something else lingered in his heart. Jiang Zihan was silent for a long time, and asked inexplicably: "I heard that there is a music cultivator in Taoism. I wonder if you have practiced this profession?"; "Of course there is. Beginners are beginners, majoring in flute is the most important." Yan Ziyao looked up at the sky, the stars flickering like the eyes of an old man, seeing all the world and you; "Since this is the case, can you... play a song for me?" Tonight , Jiang Zihan doesn't want to call the qin, but just wants to enjoy the moon and music, maybe it's lonely; "Okay." Just this one word, so simple but complicated, Yu Xuzi once gave Yan Ziyao a green jade flute, Its name is Jifeng, and it was refined from the sapphire of the ancient Hetian jade, and it was made by the same person as the Jingyue held by Yan Ziyao; it is only said that the master forging back then loved music, law, and Taoism all his life, and the Jingyue was born when he met fate , when the fate is destroyed and the marriage is calamity, Jifeng comes out from time to time, with different moods and emotions, Jingyue is upright and upright, but Jifeng is sad and compassionate and leaves alone. This is why Yan Ziyao loves the flute but never plays it in front of others. ;Yan Ziyue's flute is on his lips, and his ten fingers perfectly control the rhythm. Struggling, Jiang Zihan stood silently beside Yan Ziyao, looking down at the end of the world. There are thousands of lights dimmed in the mortal world, but unfortunately there is no one who knows me. He gently shook his ink fan and sighed: "Moon night lovesickness, moon lacks flowers and afterimages , I don’t know where to start, I don’t know where to rely, let’s ask Xingyue Bodhi, where is the breeze on the roof, where are the Yiren going?"; Question: Which young master was disappointed in love and played such sad music, which made people very sad. Liu Yiyun shook his head and sighed: "The sound of the flute is too desolate..."; "It can't be helped, some people have That's how it is." Lu Zhuofeng lay half of his body by the spring, listening carefully to every syllable. He had listened to countless masters plucking strings and playing music, but he had never heard anyone who could interpret the flute sound so poignantly and beautifully. There are beautiful longings in life, helplessness in the world, and deep affection in the soul-stirring heart. It also asks the world, who is not struggling in the world of mortals, either for money or for love, as long as he is in the world of mortals, there will be too much dissatisfaction. Should……

Yan Ziyao's vermilion lips moved slightly, his ten fingers clasped lightly, and the ending sound was eloquent as if he had let go of his obsession; after finishing the song, Jiang Zihan closed his ink fan and asked softly: "Does this song have a name?"; "This song... has no name..." Yan Ziyao Putting Jifeng into the void, he thought for a long time before answering, he really didn't know the name of this song, he just heard Yudu play it once by chance, and silently wrote down the melody in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask what the name of the song was, Because at that time, Yudu was still a frustrated person, he thought it might be some lovesickness song; Jiang Zihan originally wanted to praise him with this song, but he felt something was wrong, so he changed his mind and said with a smile : "Wu Ming... is also good, such a natural sound, how can ordinary words be worthy of the name of this song." He chuckled for no reason, which made Yan Ziyao's face turn red, and for some reason he felt a little guilty...

"The moonlight is good tonight, so I won't go back to sleep in the farmhouse. When I came here just now, I saw the aura gathering in the bamboo forest, which is suitable for my Dharma practice." Even though the night was hazy, Jiang Zihan could still see the other party's expression clearly, maybe it should be Let him be quiet alone; "Then... good night." Each of them parted ways and had their own thoughts, and they couldn't tell each other clearly. There was no one around in the farmhouse, and the silence was so frightening that he dared not close his eyes, for fear that one dream would be impermanent, and another nightmare would haunt him for no reason.

Liu Yiyun and the others also enjoyed the supper in the spring water for a long time, and when the old man came over to say that the supper was ready, they reluctantly came out of the hot spring water, put on clean clothes and went back to the back hall to enjoy the supper; the students talked a lot, I am still reminiscing about the song "Heartbroken", in Tiancheng this square inch, I don't know who can achieve this. During the day, the student named Zixiu asked before dinner: "Master, did you hear it just now?" What about the flute?" Liu Yiyun had just held up his chopsticks, when he heard the student's question, he put it down, and replied: "I heard it."; "What do you think of this song, Master?" Zi Xiufu asked again, and the supper was ready. Although the students were a little hungry, they were not in a hurry to eat for a while, and watched Zixiu and the master answer; "The song is a song of affection, and people are ruthless." Liu Yiyun said seriously, as if he knew that the students would ask him why he said so Later, he added: "If this person has feelings, he shouldn't use this sentimental song to make listeners sad." Turning around for a thousand times, his heart was rippling slightly, the feelings in his heart could not be expressed, and the tears in his eyes could not be shared with others, but this was the second time he heard such a music in his life. If the sound of the Lingling piano and the rustling sound of the flute are destined to resonate, it may even make the listener cry and sad, because their songs all have the same loneliness and desolation...

"Okay, let's go to bed after supper, there is morning class tomorrow, we have to get up early!" Liu Yiyun didn't want to talk any more, so he ordered the students to finish their meal and go to bed quickly, so as not to be more embarrassing; The students had no choice but to pick up their chopsticks to eat seriously. Fortunately, the old man's supper was considered average, not bad.