Dreams are such a magical thing. How many flowers fall in the dream? How many great dreams are thousands of years old? When you wake up, you still feel like a dream. But the thousands of years old in the dream are like real in your mind, with a hint of illusion.

When the two saw their feet again, the wind blew away the land where Liang Ziwei was buried. After it was blown away, it revealed its true appearance.

A piano case with a decayed appearance, two dead bones that had been dead for a long time.

One of the dead bones lay flat, the bones on his body were broken and incomplete, while the other one was holding the broken bones on his flat bones...

"this..."

When he saw the dry bone holding another skeleton, Jiang Chubai felt a burst of bitterness in his heart. Although he had not confirmed his identity, he knew that the owner of this skeleton was his master.

He didn't expect that the remains of his master were buried on the field without even a tombstone.

"master..."

Jiang Chubai knelt down and kowtowed to the bone, performing the rituals as younger generations. Jiang Bifan on the other side did not neglect, and was also performing the rituals as younger generations of disciples.

Although Gongsun Jing had never said it, in her heart, she should have regarded Jiang Chubai as her apprentice, otherwise she would not have handed over the sword to Jiang Chubai before going to guard.

At this time, Li Yun looked at the tomb silently.

"I will practice the ruthless sword in my life, and I will regret it in front of the Dadao Gate. She realized the ruthless sword, but also realized the lover. At the end, she chose to abandon the sword and give up being the ruthless sword." Li Yun looked at the rusty sword in his hand and said, "Maybe when Gongsun Jing handed you this sword, she had already decided to choose this path."

As soon as Li Yun finished speaking, the long sword in his hand sang, and the guqin box exposed from the tomb also sang together.

"bite."

The sword and the piano sing each other, and the rusty long sword emitted endless sharpness, as if it was the ruthless swordsman of the past wielded the sword, with a sensual charm diverging, and it was extraordinary.

The long-decaying piano case was also broken, revealing the guqin inside. For nearly a hundred years, the piano inside the piano case was as new as new, with white strings and spiritual rhymes singing and vibrating.

This piano also has a spiritual charm!

[The sky of Chu has a thousand miles of clear autumn, and the water follows the sky and leaves endless autumn. The distant eyes are far away, offering sorrow and hatred, jade hairpin, snail bun, sunset at the tower, the sound of the broken geese, wandering children in the south of the Yangtze River. I looked at Wu hook, patted the railings, no one could see it, and I was here...]

[Don't say that the perch is worthy of sashimi. The west wind is gone, Ji Ying returns? I ask the fields and ask the house, but I am afraid that I should be embarrassed to see it. Liu Lang is talented. Unfortunately, the years pass by, the wind and rain are still like this. Who can I call it? The red scarf and green sleeves are used to wipe the hero's tears...]

The sound of the guqin is played, and the long sword sleeves dance lightly and fly. The zither and sword are heard in unison.

The long sword even left Li Yun's hand and drew traces in the air. The sword technique that Gongsun Jing danced in front of Liang Ziwei's grave.

Jiang Chubai and Jiang Bifan looked like an illusion, but the sword intent of the sword dance was already dancing lightly beside them. In front of them, it seemed as if the female hero in goose yellow dress danced with a smile and the handsome young man in plain clothes played the piano and hummed. Back to the beginning, the night when Liang Ziwei played the piano for Gongsun Jing.

Jiang Chubai understood the sword words of his master and Gongsun Jing.

The bright moon will never set in the west tonight.

This is just a beautiful dream, I don’t want to wake up.
Chapter completed!