Sword Master Ling Tian

"Of course there is."

"Since the Wanyan girl wants to hear it, then Ling Tian dedicated this undyed song to the girl."

After all, Ling Tian took advantage of the vision before it dissipated, and the piano sounded again, but here Ling Tian brought the lyrics.

Ling Tian hasn't played or sang for a long time.

Simply, in this world, God not only gave him a perfect look, but he was also not stingy with his timbre.

The voice full of ancient charm sang softly, and when the singing voice came out, that Wanyan Jinzhu was shocked.

If you don't want to get involved with right and wrong, how can it be counterproductive.

The flower in my heart withers, and time does not go back.

I wish to wash away the glitz and dust.

I will have a pot of sake with you again, and I will be drunk for the rest of my life.

If you don't want to get involved with right and wrong, how can it be counterproductive.

The flower in my heart withers, and time does not go back.

Memories tossed back and forth, but it hurts.

May I only wish the rest of my life no regrets, and fly away with the fragrance of flowers.

A pot of sake, a whole body of dust...

One thought back and forth for the rest of my life without regrets.

A spring and autumn, birth and death, flashy right and wrong.

Let's get drunk again when the flowers bloom...

Even Ling Tian himself felt that this poem was really too poignant.

This song is perfect only when the sound of the piano and the singing come together.

At this moment, the astronomical phenomenon has reached its extreme.

All the flowers in the entire Taoyuan are blooming, as if listening to the sounds of immortals, the intoxicating fragrance of flowers permeates everywhere.

Even the huge peach tree, at this moment, is filled with divine light, and the petals are flying in the air with the fragrance of peach blossoms.

Tao Yaoyao finally fell asleep in the sound of this song.

The song is over.

Ling Tian got up and said, "I'm showing my ugliness."

Wanyan Jinzhu shook his head.

"Originally, I thought you were a bloodthirsty demon. I didn't expect that you still have this side."

"After all, what I saw, which one is the real you?"

Wanyan Jinzhu looked up at Ling Tian's figure and asked.

"It's all me, or it's not me."

"Everyone has evil spirits hidden in their hearts. I am no exception."

"But at least, some of what I have done have a clear conscience."

"Who doesn't want to be drunk in this life with a pot of sake?"

Ling Tian sat beside Wanyan Jinzhu, his hands flashed, and he passed a pot of wine.

"Fruit wine, very sweet."

"Thanks."

Wanyan Jinzhu took it, took a sip and said, "It's just that there is no such song, I checked some taste."

Ling Tian smiled warmly, waved his long sleeves, and on Qianchen's piano, he remembered the sound of undyed music.

"That's great."

Wanyan Jinzhu took a sip of wine, raised his chin slightly, facing the wind, his golden hair danced between his white neck.

The perfect profile is beautiful and intoxicating.

"A pot of sake makes you intoxicated for the rest of your life."

"But no matter what, it got into trouble and was covered in dust."

"Like me, I want to wash away the glitz and dust this body..."

"but..."

"Things backfired..."

In the end, Wanyan Jinzhu took a sip of wine and sighed in sorrow, his proud head hung down, and the loneliness on his face was distressing.

"For you, I am an enemy and a sinner."

"I don't know how to redeem."

"But if you want to listen to a tune, I can play it for you at will."

Ling Tian suddenly spoke.

He doesn't know why he said this, but...can't help it.

"Actually, my surname is not Wanyan."

"I don't feel the death of those Huns either."

"You locked me here, it's actually no different from that dungeon."

"But the difference is that it's so beautiful here, and there are tunes to listen to."

To Ling Tian's surprise, Wanyan Jinzhu suddenly smiled.

This was the first time Ling Tian saw Wanyan Jinzhu smile. This smile was really shocking.

"Girl, you... aren't you a Hungarian saint?"

Ling Tian was surprised.

"My name is Tantai Jinzhu, and I am a saint."

"But this Hungarian saint is not appropriate."

Jin Zhu held the wine and smiled bitterly: "Every Hungarian saint is very important to the Hungarians, but there is no glory."

"We do not belong to any tribe, but we must marry the strongest emperor in the tribe as wives, so that their blood is more pure."

"In this world, my only relative is my mother."

"It's just that she has changed."

"He asked me to marry the new prince of the Turkic tribe, Tuoba Yeluo, and I swear to death."

"My mother wanted to lock me up. Then I escaped from the Northern Wilderness, thinking about fleeing to Yangzhou."

"Even if you fancy the ten-mile peach blossoms and the waning moon for a few days, it is good."

"Hehe, but who ever thought, I was discovered by Wan Yanlun in Jizhou."

"He grabbed me, but didn't send me back. Instead, he locked me up, trying to take it for himself and improve his blood."

"Only in this way can he greatly increase his strength, and from then on allow the tribe to rise into the superior tribe."

A drop of tears slipped from Jin Zhu's face, feeling wronged to the extreme.

"My life is very bitter."

"Just like the clouds on the horizon, there is no home, wherever the wind blows, wherever the wind blows, if the wind is stronger, I will be gone..."

"So, when I saw you in the dungeon, I was really scared."

"However, here, it looks a lot better than that dungeon..."

As Ling Tian listened, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand, trying to wipe away the tears on Jin Zhu's face.

However, he finally took it back, Ling Tian raised his glass, "So, I can save you from the sea of ​​suffering."

"Don't think so much."

"Don't worry, I won't let you go back to the Hungarian."

"To you..."

Jin Zhu wiped away the tears by herself, smiled with tears in her eyes, took a sip of wine, and smiled: "I know what you want, and I also know. When I finish listening to this song, I will tell you. "

"I don't owe you!"

A pot of sake, all in dust.

One thought back and forth for the rest of my life without regrets.

A spring and autumn, birth and death, flashy right and wrong.

Get drunk again when the flowers bloom.

May this time of life never wither, and get drunk again when the flowers bloom.

May this time of life never wither, and then look back and taste the aftertaste of the heart wine.

Jin Zhu's voice is in harmony with the sound of the piano, among the white clouds, for a long time...