In the depths of Huayun Mountain.
Liushan Valley.
After a heavy rain, a hundred flowers bloom.
Insects and birds are cheerful.
Drops of water shone brightly on the leaves of the flowers and trees.
It seems to be pearls.
As a gust of wind blows, water drops fall.
It fell into the stream below, rippling with thin ripples.
Looking into the distance along the clear stream.
Two newly erected tombs.
They are side by side.
In front of them are newly picked flowers.
On the stone tablet standing in front of the grave, the names of Hua Liufeng and Hua Yunsu are written respectively.
On the opposite side of the stele, sat a woman in white.
Arms wrapped in black yarn.
Mourning belt and hair.
Although the eyebrows are still exquisite and unparalleled, but there is only a slow sorrow in the eyes.
She is the head wife.
Neon clothes.
Since waking up from the coma that day, she has been silent.
Don't say a word to anyone.
Every morning when I wake up, I come to these two graves and play piano music.
Until the sun sets.
Go back alone.
Today, it is still the case.
hum!
She lifted the piano on her back and laid it flat in front of her knees.
This piano is simple and simple.
There are only four strings in the middle, which is different from the Qin in the Central Plains.
Both sides are carved with the pattern of eagle spreading its wings.
The strings are hooked together with eagle claws.
With a slight movement, there is a clanging sound.
The elegance of Zhongyuanqin is missing.
But it was a little more rough and cold that couldn't be concealed.
This is a ukulele.
Ni Yunshang's natal piano.
Since she practiced piano art, she has been by her side all the time.
hum!
Green Onion flicked her ten fingers lightly, a low and sad voice rippling through the forest.
The wind seemed to slow down.
The flowers, plants and trees also seemed to be in a downturn.
Even the insects and birds stopped their movements, as if they were feeling the sadness.
Ni Yunshang closed her eyes.
Two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down his cheeks.
life and death.
Since then, I have been alone.
The saddest thing in the world is this.
hum! hum! hum!
The anger and hatred in my heart gradually replaced sadness.
The ten fingers that pluck the strings are like phantoms.
The sound of the piano became sonorous and powerful.
The vegetation, branches and leaves around Ni Yunshang were shattered by the energy brought by the piano sound.
boom!
In the blink of an eye, a series of piano sounds seemed to reach the limit.
Then, the indescribable wind blade roared towards the surroundings, and there were explosions everywhere.
"God, why are you doing this to me!"
boom!
The sound of the piano stopped suddenly!
Ni Yunshang raised her head abruptly, staring at the sky with her scarlet eyes, and let out a hoarse roar.
And the tears flowed even more.
She is really heartbroken.
"Miss."
At this moment, Li Wuyou came out from behind.
head.
He is the second master of all the disciples of Huajian School.
Therefore, Li Wuyou can call Ni Yunshang the teacher's wife.
He walked to Ni Yunshang's side.
First, he bowed slightly to the tombs of Hua Liufeng and Hua Yunsu.
Then, turning her head to look at Ni Yunshang, said in a low voice,
"I came here to..."
"I know."
Ni Yunshang didn't wait for Li Wuyou to finish speaking, and directly erected the ukulele, and she also stood up.
A cold light flickered in his eyes.
The voice is cold.
"I agree to go to the desert and settle all the grievances with the white wolf."
A few days ago.
Several elders have explained the whole story and the current situation to Ni Yunshang one after another.
She also knows how to do it.
So, before Li Wuyou could speak, she had already agreed.
"are you ready?"
Ni Yunshang turned her head, and asked with a bit of menacing sharpness in her gaze.
"Ready."
Li Wuyou took a deep breath, then knelt down on one knee in front of Ni Yunshang, cupped his hands and said,
"Madam, please rest assured."
"In this trip, I will completely eradicate the white wolf, avenge the head and senior sister."
"The nurse must be considerate."
Ni Yunshang looked down at Li Wuyou, nodded slightly,
"It is the blessing of the Huajian Sect to have a disciple like you. If Liu Feng has knowledge, he will rest in peace."
After speaking, Ni Yunshang turned around and walked out of the valley with her ukulele on her back.
Li Wuyou looked at the still charming figure, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
He stood up.
Followed behind Ni Yunshang.
When he finally walked out of the valley, he turned his head and glanced at the two lonely graves deep in the valley.
The smile on that face grew stronger.
"I will take good care of my wife."
He was talking to himself.
…
That evening.
The evening glow reflects the sky.
Tired birds return home.
Lu Zhongyun brought three boxes and came to Li Wuyou.
In the past few days, Li Wuyou didn't see him.
Of course, Li Wuyou also knew.
Lu Zhongyun left the sect and went to find Yinshuang Tiger Silkworm in person.
Half a month later, the latter finally came back before he left.
The gray hair is drier than before going down the mountain.
messy.
The wrinkles on his face also seemed to be deeper.
Full of traces of wind and frost.
The robe, which was always neat and clean, looked a little messy at this time.
And dirt.
A pair of travel-stained and tired looks.
One can imagine how hard it was to search all over the south of the Yangtze River to find the Yinshuang tiger-striped silkworm.
However, there was no dissatisfaction in his eyes.
Only burning expectations.
"Grandson, we old bones, try our best."
Lu Zhongyun coughed softly, and sent the three black boxes to Li Wuyou.
The voice was full of hoarseness, said,
"The silver frost tiger-striped silkworm, which takes seven hundred years to mature, is really hard to find. There are only three of them in the entire south of the Yangtze River, and they are all here."
Li Wuyou took the box.
Gently open the lid.
Inside were three dead silkworm corpses.
About as long as two thumbs.
The whole body is silver, as if it has been smeared with a layer of frost.
And under the frost, there is a series of lines, vaguely looking like a king character.
This is tiger stripes.
"Grandpa, you have worked hard."
Li Wuyou gently closed the lid, then sincerely bowed to Lu Zhongyun.
When he inquired about this silver frost tiger-striped silkworm before, he knew that this thing was rare.
A silkworm produced in Changbai Mountain, Liaodong.
Centennial incubation.
A hundred years of broken shell.
Centennial larvae.
Then, for four hundred years, they will eat wind, frost, rain and snow, and grow into adults.
It has a strong medicinal effect on martial arts practitioners who practice outsider kung fu.
Generally speaking, they are all acquired by people in endless suffering.
There are very few that can be spread outside.
three.
It should be the limit of the entire Jiangnan.
"You don't need to be so polite with grandpa."
Lu Zhongyun patted Li Wuyou's shoulder, and said with eager expectation in his tone,
"This time, you are going through life and death for Huajian School and Jiangnan Wulin. We should do this for you."
"Oh, right."
Speaking of half.
Lu Zhongyun suddenly remembered something again, and carefully took out a pill from his bosom.
Blood red.
The halo surged on the surface, like a flame.
The medicinal fragrance is particularly strong.
"Thirty years ago, I accidentally helped an eminent monk in Shaolin, and got it."
"Shaolin's great return pill."
"As long as the injury is not too fatal, it can save your life."
"Grandpa originally saved it for me to continue my life, hehe, now I give it to you, you are my grandpa's life!"
With that said, Lu Zhongyun handed the elixir to Li Wuyou's hands.
The eyes are burning.
The tone is earnest.
"Thank you grandpa."
Li Wuyou bowed deeply.