Panic Gu Peijiu quickly calmed down, as long as Xia Wu held the Qingqing Sword in both hands, and there was a piece of her spirit on the sword, even if she ran to the ends of the earth, she could find her back.
Thinking of this, Gu Peijiu let out a sigh of relief, carefully cleaned up the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground, and was about to go out. Just after leaving the mountain pass, he was stopped by someone.
Su Chuan leaned against the door with his shoulders in his arms, with black hair like ink and a shallow smile, but his eyes were very unkind, "Yo, where are the busy people who stay at home wanting to go."
Gu Peijiu's eyes froze: "Get out of the way!"
The corners of Su Zan's lips twitched slightly: "If you have the ability to let me go, I will naturally..."
Before she could finish her words, a flute sounded suddenly, like a signal, the space was instantly torn apart by countless cracks, and countless hideous puppets climbed out of the cracks. On the lips, "Go away!"
The cold wind was piercing, but the smile on Su Zan's lips was shallow, and his eyes were as cold as ice. The puppet of this world is really powerful enough to kill even a god!"
As soon as the voice fell, countless ghosts and vines suddenly rushed up with bright red mandala, and twisted the puppets that came over into pieces!
In an instant, the wind and smoke rose, and there was a bang.
…
Xia Wushuang, who slipped out, naturally didn't know that Lingxi Peak was torn apart because of her, but it was true that she didn't dare to go back now, so she simply found a small village nearby and slipped, wondering if Gu Peiju would chase after her. catch her.
What makes Xia Wushuang feel the most inconvenient is that Gu Peijiu always seems to be able to touch her position easily through some senses.
Therefore, Xia Wushuang is now afraid that the unexpected opponent will appear from some corner and kill her by surprise.
Maybe it was because she heard her wish to stay away from Lingxi Peak. Xia Wushuang had never been to the place where Diqianzhu sent her. This small village was also unknown. After looking at the map, it was indeed ten minutes away from Lingxi Peak. Eighteen thousand miles.
At least Gu Peijiu came over even if she knew her exact location...
... Gu Peijiu probably won't fly over by herself.
Xia Wushuang thought for a while, and suddenly heard a gloomy and somewhat ethereal flute. The flute sounded, and the front tone was very brisk. She looked up at the source of the sound, but saw at the door of the village, an old beggar in ragged clothes was playing a black ocarina.
The tone is ethereal and a little dull, but the tone is extraordinarily familiar.
Xia Wushuang listened to this tune slowly from the beginning to the lightness, and as the tune became longer and longer, it gradually turned into a melancholy and tortuous melancholy.
Xia Wushuang knew what this was.
homecoming.
After Lingxi Peak became famous all over the world, this tune that she had nothing to play was also carried forward.
After this "famous song" was blown out by the old man on the ocarina, there was inexplicably more indescribable charm, but it was slightly inconsistent, not like the feeling that the ocarina could play.
There is the dullness of the ocarina, but also the ethereal elegance of the flute.
Hearing the climax, it seemed as if the lead was washed away in an instant, the ocarina was reborn, and the ethereal voice was full of sadness, Xia Wushuang couldn't help but let out a "hey" and leaned in, "Old man, you're playing really well."
When he got closer, Xia Wushuang realized that the old man was blind.
He ignored her and continued to play while holding the ocarina. Xia Wushuang also felt that it was a bit presumptuous for him to interrupt others without authorization, so he just waited for someone to finish playing.
After the old man finished playing this piece, he put down the ocarina, his voice hoarse: "… Did the old man play it wrong?"
Xia Wushuang shook his head: "No no, old man, you play very well!"
The old man said: "Since the old man is not wrong, it sounds a little different, but the original song is wrong?"
Xia Wushuang: "…"
… It sounds like you copied a painting. Your painting seems to be a little different from the original one, but someone praised it as having a good taste, saying that the original version should be painted like you did… It’s hard to describe.
"You're not wrong, old man, but it doesn't mean that the original song is wrong." Xia Wushuang scratched his head, feeling that this old man was a little strange.
"Since there is nothing wrong, why does it sound different?" The old man began to investigate the root cause.
Xia Wushuang said helplessly: "The ocarina you used, the original music was played on a flute... So even if the music is the same, the taste will be different."
The old man said: "Since you said that, that is, the original is not wrong, and the later is not wrong."
Even if Xia Wushuang knew that the other party couldn't see it, he nodded, "Yes, yes, that's it."
This is not a math problem, either.
Nodding his head to deal with the blind old man's strange questions and indescribable brain circuits, Xia Wushuang's mind couldn't help but fly away. What was Gu Peijiu's expression worried about before
When she came out this time, she had to figure it out.
But the old man's voice suddenly fell.
"Then in this world, there is nothing wrong with the first to abide by the rules, and the later to destroy the morality... Is there nothing wrong?"
Xia Wushuang was stunned when he heard the words, and then realized that something was wrong: "... I can't say it like that. A song with different instruments can play countless different tunes... After all, rules are dead, and people are alive."
The old man heard the words and said, "You are right."
Before Xia Wushuang could say anything, he heard the old man say it again.
"A living person can change the rules of death, even if there is nothing wrong with it."
"However, there will always be people who have to pay a little price."
It's like the car split after Shang Yang's reform, or Wang Anshi's death after the failure of the reform... The wheel of history flies by, and it won't show mercy to anyone.
The old man raised his eyes slightly, looked at her blindly, and took out the ocarina.
"...It's like forcing the ocarina to play a tune that doesn't belong to it."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, he saw that the black lacquered ocarina, at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, cracked one after another from the edge, and then silently turned into a ball of dust.
Xia Wushuang took a step back subconsciously, she could see that the ocarina was split from the inside.
Not subject to external hand force.
This flute was already cracked when the old man played the homecoming song just now!
Xia Wushuang had lingering fears.
No wonder, no wonder, with a dull ocarina, that ethereal sound can be blown.
"Child." The old man sighed lightly and waved his hand, "The old man is also half a person who is about to go to the ground. In this life, he follows the rules and does what he should do..."
"It's not without reason."
Xia Wushuang asked, "...Who are you?"
The old man said: "A person without a name and a surname is not worth mentioning."
Xia Wushuang was at a loss for words: "Are you here specially?"
No, how did this person know she would come here? Isn't the dive ball without a destination
The old man paused, "I watched the sky last night..."
Xia Wushuang was speechless: "...Aren't you blind?"
The old beggar smiled, "There are all things in the heart, and all things are in the heart."
Oh, this is still idealism, I think I should have a good relationship with Wang Yangming.
"...Okay." Xia Wushuang said, "About what you just said... I don't think I did anything wrong, I just did what I should do."
"I know there will be a price to do this, but it doesn't matter, there is nothing I can't afford."
The old man shook his head and shook the powder of the ocarina on his body, "Child, don't talk too much."
Xia Wushuang said helplessly: "Then what else can I do, the whole world says I regret it? Doing is doing, regret is useless."
The old man said, "If you do it again..."
Xia Wushuang did not hesitate: "I will still do that."
elder:"… "
The old man sighed softly, got up and took out a red talisman from his arms and handed it to her, "I have nothing to say."
Xia Wushuang took the red talisman and frowned, "This... what?"
"You will use it."
"The old man has a good relationship with you, but heaven is ruthless, and I can't help you much." The old man shook his head, "After all, you chose the path yourself. Since you have done it... I only hope that you can take care of the aftermath."
A deer chirped.
Xia Wushuang turned back subconsciously, a blue deer behind her tilted its head and looked at her, with clear eyes, as if lost.
"This deer...?"
When Xia Wushuang turned his head again, the old man was gone.
Xia Wushuang was holding the red talisman, and it was foggy in the clouds. She didn't know what to say. After thinking about it, she still carried the red talisman into her arms. This old man looked like an expert outside the world.
Xia Wushuang was wearing a red talisman, and he hadn't forgotten what he was here for. Gu Peijiu's previous expression must have happened.
As for what happened...
Xia Wushuang walked around the village and heard it clearly.
The matter of Lingxi Peak was rumored, and it was not difficult to find out.
The head of Lingxi Peak, Xia Wushuang, was punished by heaven. The puppet army was gone overnight and fell apart. The song of returning home turned into a sad song overnight. She said it had nose and eyes, and she couldn't help but believe it.
The people who went to Lingxi Peak and asked Xia Wushuang for an explanation were all blocked outside without exception, and there was a second kind of rumor coming out...
Xia Wushuang's puppet technique got out of control and was imprisoned by his own puppet.
Xia Wushuang, who just slipped out of the cage: "..."
After hearing the news, Xia Wushuang left the village.
In just a short while, the blue deer had brought a little one, one big and one small lying together at the village gate, blinking at her with big beautiful eyes.
Xia Wushuang, who had just been poked in the spine, looked gloomy: "...How did you give birth to one of you? Does your species still like asexual reproduction?"
To be honest, she still admires herself, and she still has time to joke at this time.
Lan Lu called out twice, and the little one got up from the ground and rubbed her waist.
Xia Wushuang thought happily, she was really touched by life.
There were rumors condemning her everywhere in the village, and Xia Wushuang couldn't stay any longer no matter how thick-skinned he was. In the end, he led two deer to find a small forest nearby, made a simple barrier, and then stopped temporarily.
When the night just covered the deep forest.
Xia Wushuang vaguely felt that something was wrong.
The barking sound of the dog was manic, the cloudy sky covered the moon, and there was an indescribable stench in the air.
The two deer slept unsteadily, and got up anxiously at the back, moving their hooves and looking around.
Xia Wushuang was thinking about what happened when he heard a loud noise.
What happened? This voice... Where did the water go
In the silent night, the noise gradually became more obvious, it vaguely sounded like a woman's scream, a child's cry, and it seemed to be the village she had just left...
Xia Wushuang realized that something was wrong, and immediately unblocked the barrier and headed straight for the destination!
However, the noise stopped abruptly halfway through her rush.
Instead, there is endless blood.
Xia Wushuang did not walk slowly, however, he was destined to not catch up.
The reason why the ghost tide is terrible. It is terrifying that it is like a locust crossing the border, where there is no grass in the blink of an eye, and there is no room for it.
Really, human life is like a must.
Xia Wushuang looked outside the village, the people who didn't escape turned into a bloody place, she covered her mouth, her body was shaking slowly while her stomach was surging...
For some reason, she thought of the old man's words.
—Children, don’t talk too much all the time.
will be punished.