Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan huddled in the cave with a simple map in his hand, staring blankly at the continuous rain of blood outside the protective formation.

The environment in Bugui Ruins is so bad, it's almost the same as Yousi Underworld Prison, right? It's not that there are no plants and trees on the mountain, on the contrary, there are quite a lot of them, but they all look like they are showing their teeth and claws, as if they are a ghastly and terrifying scene in a weird dream.

Fortunately, he didn't walk in the rain, because not long ago he caught a glimpse of something in the bloody rain, but through the dense rain curtain and the sound of rain, he couldn't see clearly what the other person looked like.

Even by common sense, you can tell that it's probably not a good thing.

Liu Qinghuan sighed. He didn't know where Yunzheng was now, but he hoped he could meet him on the road.

The place he was going to was a place called General's Tomb, and it was said that the teleportation circle was nearby.

But the General's Tomb was deep in the Ruins of No Return, and the location where he came in was a little off, far away.

The Bugui Ruins is only open for one month, and the way to get out is to crush the ball. Therefore, the ball is extremely important. If it is lost, you will either have to snatch it from someone else, or you will have to stay here forever.

Thinking about how deep the energy of death and hostility is here, if you stay there for a long time, you may slowly lose your mind and turn into a violent ghost.

The blood rain continued for more than two hours before it slowly stopped, but the sky was still terrifyingly gloomy, and I don't know if it has always been like this.

There were wisps of black and red mist gathering in the sky, which made Liu Qinghuan frown.

He confirmed the direction in mid-air, carefully avoiding the mist and flew to the west.

Crossing a fast-flowing blood river, weaving through peaks that are half high but not short. He didn't dare to go any faster, he didn't want to run into those strange flowing fogs.

From time to time, various strange sounds came from the wind, and sometimes a sudden scream could scare people half to death.

Fortunately, Liu Qinghuan's mind was firm and he was not caught off guard like when he first entered, and his mood was affected by these sounds. But he didn't dare to relax. He held the ghost torture stick tightly in his hand and remained vigilant at all times.

Another gust of wind blew, and Liu Qinghuan suddenly felt chills all over his body!

A cloud of mist not far away from him was churning violently, as if something was about to rush out, and it rushed toward him with the wind.

Liu Qinghuan recited the spell, and the runes on the ghost stick in his hand lit up one by one, and he drew it with one stroke!

A long wailing sound sounded in the wind. After the mist was scattered by the ghost torture stick, it quickly condensed into a ball and was encouraged to surround him again.

"What the hell is this!" Liu Qinghuan was extremely depressed, and kept dodging. The ghost torture stick flashed with golden runes, one stick after another, and it took a while before the fog could no longer gather.

Liu Qinghuan gasped and stopped. In this Ruins of No Return, the movement of spiritual power seems to be suppressed, not as smooth as outside. After a little exertion, I felt tired.

After that, Liu Qinghuan looked around, avoiding the black and red mist from a distance. Not everyone in the mist can move, but it is more dangerous because of it.

After a while, the sky became darker and darker. There were no sun, moon or stars here, so traveling at night was too dangerous, so Liu Qinghuan was ready to find a place to rest.

Suddenly there was a deep piano sound in the wind.

He didn't pay attention at first, because there were too many sounds in the wind here. Although he couldn't block out the six senses, he allowed himself to ignore all these sounds.

Now with the sound of the piano, those fragmentary whispers and ghostly cries have all receded. In the silence, only the whimpering sound of the piano can be heard, as if coming from an extremely distant place.

Then a desolate voice sounded along with the piano:

I have left the past, and the willows are still there.

Now I come to think about it, it’s raining and snowing.

Ask Liren, how old are the four seasons in the mountains?

Those who know me tell me that I am worried.

Those who don’t know me can’t tell you what I want.

…

Liu Qinghuan listened intently and was shocked: He actually understood it!

Compared with other sounds, although this music is sad, it does not disturb the mind. The former is malicious, but the latter is someone sighing.

Seeing that it was getting dark, he couldn't help but be curious, so he followed the sound of the piano and looked for it. After turning around a low hill, I saw a ruins in front of me.

The ruins are quite large, about the size of an abandoned town. Most of the houses in the town have collapsed, leaving behind walls of mud.

Liu Qinghuan's consciousness explored every corner, where the sound of the piano came from, but he could not find the specific location.

After discovering that there was no obvious danger, he landed on the overgrown stone road at the entrance of the town.

The low singing voice sounded again:

The world is long, and my heart is confused.

Stay together for a long time, and ask for nothing more.

I asked Zheng, where can I look at the countryside where it is dry and luxuriant?

Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?

Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?

This is a poem that looks forward to the return of soldiers from the army. It is accompanied by the sad and desolate music of the piano, which makes people feel the urge to cry when listening to it.

Although Liu Qinghuan remained vigilant, he was still infected by the emotions in the tune.

As the words "Decline, decline, Hu Bugui" repeated again and again, the dilapidated town in front of us seemed to be going backwards in time. The mud walls that had fallen to the ground were re-erected, and the collapsed tiles flew back to the roof.

When the first person opened the door and walked out, Liu Qinghuan flashed and hid behind a tall yellow jujube tree at the entrance of the town.

Everyone came out, shops opened one after another, and various stalls were set up.

The people here are neatly dressed and have a peaceful demeanor, apparently living a prosperous life.

Liu Qinghuan watched from a distance and felt that everything in front of him was extremely shocking.

He remembered the legend of Bugui Ruins: This is a place cursed by time.

Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind coming from behind. Liu Qinghuan moved his feet and moved aside.

A leather ball sewn with animal skin hit the yellow oak tree, bounced to the ground and rolled several times.

"Look, you kicked the ball too far again!" A little boy of seven or eight years old ran over, picked up the ball, and shouted to an even smaller girl following behind him: "Kick the ball too far again, and I won't let you play. "

When the little girl heard this, her eyes immediately filled with water, and she was ready to cry.

"Don't cry! If you cry, I won't let you play! Okay, okay, here you go." The little boy looked helpless and stuffed the ball over.

Liu Qinghuan watched the two children running away with deep eyes. He had been standing beside them just now.

Everyone here, except for the little boy, their bodies are just shaking shadows.

At this time, dozens of unexpected figures suddenly appeared at the entrance of the town. They were wearing iron armor and holding spears, as if they had just come off the battlefield and were full of blood.

The whole town was boiling, the streets were abuzz, and people were running home in panic.

However, these soldiers didn't care that there were so many, and quickly drove all the men in the town under the yellow juju tree, including a boy who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old.

After a scene of parting and death, the boy suppressed tears and disappeared at the entrance of the village.

Time seems to be speeding up, and the trees in the town are green and yellow, yellow and green.

Liu Qinghuan watched the little girl who had grown up to come to the yellow jue tree year after year to stop and look around, murmuring the ballad he had heard before, slowly growing old, and then died in the sudden war. .

People in the town fled and died. The houses were soon deserted and weeds grew on the stone roads.

Years passed, and no one knew how many years had passed. A young man covered in blood fell down at the street corner. When he saw the ruins of the town, he let out a desperate cry.

Liu Qinghuan and Dingqing looked around and saw that this man was the boy from before, but he had become an immortal cultivator.

The sound of the piano comes again.

Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?

Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?

Everything in front of him slowly disappeared and returned to the ruins that Liu Qinghuan first saw. Then he found the man playing the piano and singing.

His body showed the unique virtual and real state of the soul. He placed his hand on the guqin in front of him and looked up at Liu Qinghuan.

"Where are you from, stranger?"

Lyrics "Plucking Wei"

Shi Wei, Shi Wei, Hu Bugui - a poem from "Poetry·Beifeng·Shi Wei".