Yucheng is the capital of Junguo.

At the end of You hour, the city gate was closed, and a caravan came from the east.

There were only two people in the entire caravan, full of dust and extremely tired.

The lame camel was covered with dry blood on the fur.

Depending on the situation, it must have been robbed by a bandit.

The rules of conducting business from afar have always been that the people will not procure officials.

The city gate guard took the city gate tax, put away the black gold to pass the pass, shook his head and sighed.

Eleven years ago, Chongsheng came to Yucheng.

That year, Chongsheng was nine years old.

At that time, Shan Rong was accompanying him.

Compared with the past and past events, the ancient city has not changed and the moon has not yet dark.

But if the situation is different, things will inevitably change people.

Yucheng is a famous commercial port city that must be passed by the voyeur states in the east to go to the holy land. It is an octagonal shape. The city has sixteen gates. The Baihu River passes through the city, divided into north and south cities, and the central part is the Junwang Palace.

Nancheng is a market that is extremely prosperous, especially at night, when the lights are like day, cars come and go, trade goods and delicacies are everywhere, no matter whether it is a Chinese shop or a shabby stall, there are crowds of people and hawking sounds.

The North City is different.

After dusk, the smoke from the cooking stove was gone and there was no more fireworks.

When you walk on the street of North City, you can always hear sighs, but they are all as thin as mosquitoes.

Those who work hard and poor are not full day and night, and those who suffer deeply will be silent.

The moon in the south city cannot shine out the shadow of the north city.

The wind in the north city cannot blow the Tianjin in the south city.

There is a nine-story thousand-year-old pagoda in the north city, called Budu Futu.

Everyone in the world regrets, who will not save?

Do not save evil? Do not save falsehood?

Or is it not enough to be poor or weak?

A thousand years ago, the old monk who built a pagoda and established a great fruit in the world had turned into dust.

No one can understand the meaning of being unscrupulous.

Budufutu is the most famous scenic spot in eastern Central China.

In the age of Godless, being famous was naturally not his belief, but his pagoda itself.

The tower of eighteen feet is 29, and there are countless numbers.

The so-called hell is full of eighteen misery, and heaven is full of eighteen levels.

The tower has nine layers, octagonal exquisite, and is forged in glass. Each corner has more than 100 copper bells. The copper bells are strange in shape, and the top is a bowl-shaped dish. The famous generals are sophisticated that they cherish the exception.

Every summer, the wind turns south, the wind sways the copper bell, and the sound of nature is born, and it can be heard for ten miles.

When winter comes, if snow falls, the snow enters the dish on the top of the copper bell to bear the load. Even if the wind blows, the copper bell will not move, and everything will be silent. This is silent.

If someone is good at music, he can distinguish the sound. The sound of summer is different from the song of spring and the song of morning is different from the bells. All literati and poets regard it as a great joy.

Chongsheng and Kurong lived in an old inn in Nancheng, settled the camels and horses, packed up their fine and soft property, and Chongsheng walked out of the inn alone.

Kurong can see that Chongsheng is just a weak person, without the power to tie a chicken. For safety, Kurong originally wanted to follow, but Chongsheng said he only wanted one person.

The moon is high and the Milky Way is already holding lights on the tower. The bright lights are shining far away, and the ringtones are washed away.

Chongsheng slowly walked through the bustling old streets of Nancheng, looking at the sea of ​​lanterns of the flower market by the river, and the boats on the river were lined with pleasure boats, singing and dancing, the river breeze was swaying, the fragrance of wine was filled with the wind, and it was a little drunk and comfortable.

Even though there are many good times, the prosperous heart is like falling into the sea.

The family and country are old, relatives are betrayed, and lovers are gone.

Good fortune and fortune are endless, life and death are not guaranteed, let alone ambition.

Shan Jin's appearance was the first faint light from the rainy sky.

Needless to say, Shan Jin's courage is self-evident, and Shan Jin's loyalty and righteousness need not be questioned. It's just that things are impermanent. Will Shan Jin's re-following eight years later have other purposes?

I am used to seeing the rebellious detachment, and have experienced the warmth and coldness of the world, and have suffered the coldness of the world. Even if I am still young, my heart will grow old.

Since everything is unknown and everything cannot be mastered, it is better to let it go. Just like this breeze, although it does not understand the rhythm, it inadvertently plays the most beautiful sounds of nature.

Before he knew it, Chongsheng had already walked under the Budu Tower.

The old monk guarding the pagoda is adding incense oil to the eternal light, and the light sways.

"Master, I see you have added a lot of sesame oil, but why is this lamp still so dim?"

"The oil core is old, no matter how much oil there is, there will be no bright light. Boy, hurry up and go to the tower. If it is too late, the light will go out."

The rotating tower ladder, the dim lights, and the cold faces of the statues were created. Chongsheng felt a little dazzled and fascinated.

There are several bright lights on the top of the tower, and a Buddha statue stands, and there is nothing in front of the Buddha statue.

Looking at the railing, you can see the entire Yucheng.

A river separated by a long bridge, the vanity of the south city, and the coldness of the north city, all the world is full of the world.

Looking at the top of the tower, the moon is only a short distance away. It can be reached in your hand and the moon is dazzling.

Although it is hot summer, the night wind is still a little cool.

The coldness makes people sober. The dim lights were originally dim, but now they have become observers on the ancient tower of Han Ye.

The octagonal copper bell dances with the wind, and the sound of nature echoes in the sky. The music sound is as deep as the Buddhist vocals, as gentle as the whisper of a lover, as the pine waves of a mountain, as the waves of the sea, as the tremor of the earth, as the roar of the sky thunder.

Hundreds of emotions and thousands of feelings make people fascinated by the illusion again and again, but the cool summer breeze brings people back to reality again and again.

This is the famous Middle-earth "The sound of the bronze bell on the summer night, and the illusion of the people who enter their dreams is also real."

In this situation, Chongsheng unconsciously took out the jade flute and played it on the railing.

The sound of the flute moves with the rhythm of the octagonal copper bell, and the clear music surrounds the empty tower, making it look extremely ethereal.

The sound of bells and flutes goes away with the wind and returns with the wind. The wind seems to have a life and a soul.

The cool breeze becomes colder, the clear sound is gentle, and the empty city enters the heart.

"Sir, is the music you played chanting from Baili Snow Mountain?"

The sound was clear but slightly green. The sound of the prosperous flute was interrupted, and a fragrance penetrated into his breath. He was a little disappointed and was really regretful that he could not finish the song on the Budu Tower.

Chongsheng turned around slowly, and in front of him was a young man in white, elegant and graceful, with clear facial features and white face as white as snow.

"Why are you so young?" The young man in white stretched out his finger and said, but he suddenly felt disobedient and a shy blush appeared on his face.

"Why did the young master say this?" Chongsheng did not understand the meaning of the young master in white.

"Your flute sound is deep and sad. I thought I was a senior expert."

"In this way, the young master is also a person who understands music. I don't know if the young master has been to Baiqian Snow Mountain in Liguo?" Chongsheng heard the young master in white accurately say the name of the song, and remembered the holy mountain in his hometown. He was in a foreign land and became a little kind of intimate with the stranger in front of him.

"I am fascinated by it." The young man in white walked to Chongsheng and looked up at the railing.

Chongsheng felt that the fragrance was even stronger. Do all the young men in Junguo like to incense?

"This song is the joy of the people of Baiqian Xueshan Mountain in Liguo. Since the young master has never been there, how could he recognize this song?"

"It feels like the white snow mountain chanting, ethereal and simple, elegant, joyful and sad, playing with high altitude, warm wind makes cold, and cold enters people's hearts, which is most suitable for this summer night of Futu." The young man in white looked at the entire Yucheng, and his eyes shone with brilliance.

"Oh?" Chongsheng frowned and thoughtful.

"This feels right. I didn't expect that the first time I heard this song in Budufutu, it was actually a gentleman. No, it was played by the young man." The young man in white bowed and thanked him.

"It turns out that the world is extremely fate." Chongsheng smiled helplessly, and thoughts that he shouldn't have suddenly surged into his heart.

"Dare you ask if you are from Li?" The young master in white had the same feelings as Chongsheng, so he asked curiously again.

Chongsheng thought briefly: "No, I am a businessman, I have only been to the Baili Snow Mountain in Liguo."

"So. I'm sorry just now. I'm so sorry. I wonder if I can be lucky enough to listen to the guy finish playing this song?" The young man in white looked at Chongsheng with hopeful eyes.

"That's the point." Chongsheng sat on the ground and signaled the young master in white to sit in front of him.

The young man in white hesitated for a moment and sat down beside Chongsheng.

Chongsheng adjusted his posture and played again.

The young man in white held his face with both hands, shook his head slightly with the musical feeling, and his deep eyes were as beautiful as the stars in the dark night.

At this time, there is a great battle after not passing the tower.

Silver lights were flying, two swords were like red exercises, and short daggers were like cold stars. Before they could blink, the two sides had already fought to the sum of the battle.

But seeing that both of them were quite concerned, they took a slight move, fearing that they would disturb others.

"Senior, we don't need to hit you anymore." The short dagger was as light as a swallow, and one flew backwards and jumped on several roofs.
To be continued...