Sixty-fourth bowl of soup (6)
Everyone stood in the square and waited for a stick of incense before they saw a tall and straight man in a black robe appear. Followed by several servants.
Listening to the whispers of people around, Qian Xun and Ling Zheng realized that this is the owner of Shenjian Villa, Shen Jun.
This person looks to be about thirty years old, but he has never married a wife. I heard that he has a child in his arms and brought him up under his knees. It sounds like he has the intention of not marrying all his life, and he doesn't know why.
"Everyone who came to our village today really made the humble house shine. You should also know the rules of Shenjian Villa. Only those who are destined and capable can take this sword. I have important things to do, so I won't accompany you .”
After finishing speaking, he went away as lightly as when he came, probably staying for less than half a quarter of an hour from the beginning to the end. Qian Xun has been looking up at Shen Jun, only to feel that this man's eyes are deep and distant, as if he is hiding some unspeakable secret.
She can understand this look so well, just like herself, didn't she also have such a time, it's just a secret, and it will be dug out in the end, and then destroyed.
Clean and clean, leaving nothing behind.
The so-called rules in Shen Jun's mouth are actually contests. In the words of Shenjian Villa, it means that the martial arts are not high enough, even if you have a destiny with the sword, you can't hold it when you get it.
Fighting is unprecedented for Qian Xun and Ling Zheng. The sword is very attractive to Ling Zheng, so he firmly told Qian Xun: "Master, I'm going to fight."
Chikaru didn't say anything but nodded.
She doesn't have any ideas about everything in this world, she doesn't like anything in particular, and she doesn't want anything in particular. It's good to have it, but it's okay not to have it. Watching Ling Zheng fight in the ring, Qian Xun sat in the distance with a pipa on his back. Compared with those old Jiang Hu, Ling Zheng is not inferior in terms of martial arts alone, but he is indeed lacking in experience, let alone staring at the sword. There are a lot of people around, and the wheel battle alone is enough to exhaust Ling Zheng.
And Shenjian Villa never cares about how you compete, as long as there is someone who wins in the end, that's enough. It is strange that they are so indifferent to who to give the sword to, because there are so many people, Qianxun is sitting in a corner, the pipa on her back is trembling slightly, she holds it in her arms, and gently strokes the pipa on it. texture.
Pipa seemed to feel her gentle fingers, and gradually became quiet from the contention, as if she had spirituality. Qian Xun lightly plucked the strings with her fingers. She could see that Ling Zheng was a little anxious. After all, he was a half-grown boy. At this moment, he was facing an old senior who was famous for his palm skills. For a moment, I was afraid that I would be shot down.
Until the familiar sound of the pipa came, it was like when he was still in the valley, he was practicing martial arts in the valley, and the master sat on the tree and played the piano. . Ling Zheng took a deep breath. To others, the sound of the pipa seemed ordinary, but to him, it was a life-saving panacea. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, he lost his anxiety and panic.
Qian Xun didn't go to the arena, and lightly plucked the strings. She didn't usually play this piece, but if she wanted to calm the restlessness of the pipa, there was only "Sound of Bones".
This piece of music seems to be played with flesh and blood. The melody is actually very simple, but it’s not that good to the ears. People who have never been hurt don’t understand the mystery, but for people like Qian Xun, this piece The tune is the key to bring out all the sorrows and sufferings.
Everything has never been in the past, and still exists, whether it is the past or the present, it follows her soul like a shadow, until she swallows her last breath, and will never leave her.
What she can't hold, what she can't keep, is too much.
Even Ling Zheng was in a daze for a moment, not understanding why Master played such a song suddenly. He lived with his master in the valley for ten years, and rarely listened to her play this, but today there was a lot of people's voices, but she suddenly played it, and he didn't know why. When he was about to ask, the man in front of him entangled him. Ling Zheng was worried about Qian Xun, and was soothed by the sound of the piano. He struck very quickly, and within ten strokes, he kicked off the old Jianghu who had been entangled with him for nearly an hour. , jumped on tiptoes to Qianxun's side, very worried: "Master."
Qian Xun didn't stop playing the piano, but just smiled at Ling Zheng. At this time, two maidservants in white walked up to her respectfully: "Girl, my miss is here to invite you."
The sound of the pipa stopped abruptly, and Qian Xun raised her eyebrows and asked, "Your lady?"
"My lady heard the sound of the girl's pipa, and she felt something, so she asked the two of us to invite the girl to have a talk." The maid on the left blessed herself, and then said, "The sword belongs to the girl."
The heroes who were fighting and preparing to go up were all stunned—wait, it's only been a few hours since the start, and it's over before noon? It usually lasts at least seven or eight days!
Qian Xun shook her head and said, "Can I give that sword away?"
"Since it belongs to the girl, it is naturally handled by the girl."
Only then did Qian Xun smile, and said to Ling Zheng, "My wish has come true."
Ling Zheng scratched his head, feeling a little too simple, almost at a loss.
In Excalibur Villa, no one dared to make trouble. The owner said that the sword belonged to whoever it belonged to. Depot's people are much easier to deal with.
The sword already had an owner, and everyone felt unwilling and had to leave Shenjian Villa, but it was unknown if they were going to leave or not.
The master and apprentice didn't expect to become a destined person even by playing the pipa without fighting in the arena. The two looked at each other and felt quite strange. They followed the maidservant for a long time. At the gate of a courtyard, the maidservant saluted Ling Zheng: "This Sir, please stop, my lady only sees the girl alone, please follow me to rest elsewhere."
Ling Zheng refused: "I don't—"
"It's okay, you go." Qian Xun touched his head, the boy was already taller than her, she had to stand on tiptoe now.
Although Ling Zheng was unwilling in his heart, he listened to Qian Xun's words very much. He turned around and left, and then the maid led Qian Xun into the yard.
Shenjian Villa is solemn and solemn as a whole, but this courtyard is full of poetic and picturesque. In layman's terms, it is not in the same style as other places in Shenjian Villa.
Small bridges and flowing water, rockery rocks, winding paths lead to secluded places, and the flowers are in full bloom. Almost as soon as she entered the courtyard, Qian Xun saw the beauty in blue who was playing chess with Shen Jun in the gazebo.
She smiled when she saw Qian Xun, "Is the girl the one who plays the music?"
Qian Xun greeted her, and then nodded to Shen Jun as a greeting, "Exactly."
"Young girl's song is really nice. As soon as I listened to it, I felt that the girl is destined for Baojian. It is a little girl's extravagant request to invite the girl. Can I ask the girl if I can play the song just now again? My brother and I are very happy." I want to hear it." After she finished speaking, she remembered that she hadn't introduced herself yet, so she said embarrassedly, "The little girl's surname is Shen, and the single name is the word "Wu", dare to ask the girl's name?"
"Qianxun."
"Girl's pipa is so unique." Shen Jun, who had been silent all this time, said suddenly.
Qian Xun smiled slightly, "It's just a vulgar thing." As she spoke, she picked up a white piece and dropped it, and the chess game was reversed instantly. Shen Jun was slightly taken aback, and Shen Wu clapped her hands and smiled, "The girl is amazing! I have been playing with my brother for so many years. Chess, but never beat him!"
Qianxun smiled and said nothing, sitting on the stone bench, she held the pipa in her arms and stroked it gently. Shen Wu's smile gradually faded. From her point of view, it's better to say that this Qianxun girl is stroking the pipa than she is stroking her lover. Those eyes and expressions...
It was obviously still a brisk atmosphere, but it changed when the first pipa sounded.
cold.
repressed.
sad.
And the indescribable desolation, it seems that the whole person has been hollowed out, there is no soul or heart, and the rest are all painful memories, everyone is immersed in it, you can't escape, I can't escape, entangled with each other, torture each other. What's the point of living
But you can't get rid of it even if you die.
There seemed to be a white bone with no flesh and blood sitting in front of them, with its black mouth wide open, telling its story.
There is sound and there is no sound, there is form and there is no form, you are gone, you are free, you have a new life, but I will always stay in the past.
"Stop playing it."
Qian Xun's wrist was grasped by Shen Jun, his handsome face looked extremely pale at the moment, this song can evoke the most unbearable memory in the bottom of the heart, as well as - the most unknown secret.
Qian Xun stopped, Shen Wu's delicate face turned pale, but the reaction was completely opposite to Shen Jun's: "I want to hear, girl, can you continue?"
Qianxun broke free from Shen Jun with a slight flick of her wrist, her expression was indifferent, the sound of the strings was deep and simple, it was hard to imagine that the pipa could also make such a sound, but the thousand-year-old story contained in it, how could mortals be able to? Acceptable.
In the end, Qian Xun didn't finish playing the song, because if she continued, Shen Wu and Shen Jun would collapse.
The sound of bones is full of negative sorrow and pain. People who hear this song will forget happiness. Only ghosts who have experienced thousands of tempers in Wangchuan can rely on it to live, and let themselves remember something through such pain.
Shen Wu was the first to get up, she almost ran away, Shen Jun sat on the spot, clenched his fists to barely control the collapsed mood, and said to Qian Xun: "Girl, please stay in our village for a few more days, my sister, she... for many years I don’t interact with people, and I don’t have any friends. I still hope that the girl—”
"I see." Qian Xun interrupted him, his eyes fell down. "I'll stay."