Heavenly Star Chapter 69: cultured combat-“A Dream in Red Dust”

. The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became weird. Soon, the dignified voice of Long Yin completely broke the atmosphere and quickly distracted everyone's attention: "Lin Xiao, this drawing skill competition Wuchen won, can you be convinced?"

Lin Xiao bowed his head and said, "I have been convinced by oral administration, but now it is a five-body project."

Long Yin nodded, said: "Then, start the second game now!" Think about it for a moment, and then said, "Lin Xiao, I heard that you haven't left the urinal flute, and the accomplishments on the flute have reached the realm of being divine. Do n’t know if this rumor is true or false? "

"Under the aegis, this rumor is naturally true. The name" xiao "in Lin Xiao is a homonym with" xiao ", and has been associated with Xiao since birth. Blow the xiaoxiao. No matter where I go, xiaoxiao will not leave the body. Not only can I release my heart at any time, but also the sword at the moment of crisis. Among the Lin Xiao learning, xiao is the best. "Lin Xiao said, then pulled out from the sleeve A white jade flute. On this occasion and in the previous competition, he still carried a flute. It can be seen that his flute is not false.

"Very good. It is rumored that your Flute Skill is unparalleled in the world. Every time you play a passerby every time, the ground reptiles will gather around you and refuse to leave. But no one except your family has been fortunate to appreciate this. Jing. Now that you happen to have flute, then this second game is the flute! It also allows you to listen to the true flute sound of for what with your own ears. Can you be sure of winning him? "Long Yin said.

Long Yin's words are not bad. Heavenly Dragon City has been rumored that Lin Family Lin Xiao's accomplishments on flute have reached the supreme realm of holiness. Its sound seems to come from the sky. When the river blew, the geese fell out of the fish and blew in the forest. At times, large and small beasts gathered on their sides, and they did not want to leave for a long time. These myth-like incredible rumors are often heard, but almost never seen. Among the people present, except a few Lin Family people, no one has ever heard his flute. For a time, they were looking forward and excited. Lin Xiao has just said that what he has learned, taking flu as the most, how can he be a man of good faith.

Lin Xiao holds the flute lightly in both hands, and gently strokes the right hand on it, as if it is not a white jade Xiao, but a lover who has been obsessed with his life. He said a little inscrutablely: "This flute is called Hongchen Yimeng. It was originally my mother's body. She always regarded it as life. When my mother died of illness at the age of three, she gave it to me ... This is the only thing my mother handed to me before she died. After her death, I cried for three days and three nights and vowed not to leave this flute for life. "

He softly let out a breath, holding up the white jade flute with both hands, whispered softly: "Every time I remember my mother, I will play this flute, and for 17 years, it has never been broken for a day. Over time, love is in it, meaning is in it, Two years ago, I had a subtle feeling of being in it. It knows my heart, and I know it. This life ... I will never give up. I have never tried the flute with anyone because no one is worth it. How can the common sound match the sound of my red dust and a dream, playing in the same room. "

The expression on Lin Xiao's face is nostalgic and proud, but it doesn't make him feel exaggerated. This stems from his dedication and affection for Xiao, and his control of Xiao has long exceeded the understanding of ordinary people.

"today, for my honor of Lin Family, my Lin Xiao will use this flute ---- green ＠ 色 # 小 ￥ 说 ＆ 网 --the length has become more varied, and the scene in front of them has also changed dramatically. With the air of ice springs, it is like layers of waves advancing, like snowflakes flying, like a whirlwind in a canyon, rising sharply, like a quiet flowing galaxy in the middle of the night ...

Xiao Yin turned again, and became sobbing like a whisper, and the intestines turned round, people seemed to hear a beautiful singing voice of a young girl. In my heart, the figure of that girl became clearer and clearer. She is only seven or eight years old and walks step by step with graceful steps, but no matter how she walks, she cannot really approach.

A warm wind blows, the warm sunshine drops, and the air suddenly dances in the air with petals and peach petals. The ground beneath the women's feet is spiky with green grass and wildflowers. This is the beauty of spring.

A cool wind blew, and the little girl turned into a woman of two decades, her mouth smirking and dancing. When the scorching sun is empty, everything is prosperous, and the world is prosperous. This is the breath of Xia.

A burst of Xiao Suo's wind blew, and the girl became a middle-aged woman who lost her style in the wind. She lost her singing and dancing, and walked silently step by step. The earth also began to wither at this time, all things began to decline slowly regardless of the retention of the heavens and the earth. This is Autumn's depression.

A cold wind blows, and the woman becomes a gray-haired old man. Her steps have become faltering, and her once beautiful eyes have become filthy, but she still supports herself and stomps on her. The deep snow stepped on step by step. The sun has lost its scorching, the earth has completely lost its vitality, covered with snow, and covered all the beauty and hope once. In the end, the faltering figure finally fell down in the icy wind and wind until the body was covered with snow, and she could no longer be seen. This is the end of winter.

Xiao Yin stops at this moment. What freezes in people's minds is the last snowy world, because that is the ultimate destination of a person, and the end of life that no one can escape.

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