Yan Qiusi held the jade pendant in his palm.

This piece of jade was so cold that he couldn't cover it up.

So he grasped the jade pendant hard, and the edges and corners of the jade pendant turned red with all his strength.

When he raised his head again, he found that he had walked out of the cave without knowing when.

The night is getting deeper, and the snow is getting heavier

From the moment he went out from the main hall to look for Xiaobai, until he wandered around outside and then returned to the hall, it was only an hour, but the sky and the earth suddenly turned into pure white.

Yan Qiusi's black clothes stood in this endless paleness, like ink stains on white paper, out of place.

He paused slowly, staring blankly at the sky.

The cold wind was biting outside, Yan Qiusi's hand was always warm, but now it became cold.

The jade pendant in his hand should be warm enough, so he hung the jade pendant around his neck, just like he used to bring this jade pendant to fight on the battlefield.

The cold jade pendant was tightly attached to his chest, and he always carried it, as if his master was always by his side.

Once on the battlefield, no matter how dangerous it was, as long as he touched the jade pendant, he would feel at ease. He knew that there was someone waiting for him to go home.

Even in that avalanche that year, he was seriously injured and buried under the snow-capped mountain. He was so cold that he couldn't move his whole body. Even taking a breath was like cutting his heart and lungs with a knife.

But he still crawled with ten fingers bald, blood dripping from his hands, gritting his teeth, and crawled out little by little from the snowdrift like a sinking stone.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

It was cold tonight, and Fang Hua happened to go to distribute firewood to the guards in front of him to keep out the cold. Passing by here, he saw Yan Qiusi, so he stepped forward and yelled a few times.

Yan Qiusi acted as if he didn't hear, his eyes fixed, looking at a long pavilion among the distant mountains.

If there is no snow on weekdays, this long pavilion is just a grass pavilion built everywhere, and no one goes to the dilapidated one, so it doesn't show much.

But now this long pavilion stands in the wind and snow, and the snow falls on the tip of the pavilion, dyeing the pavilion a lonely white.

Rather, it reminded Yan Qiusi of the Huzhong Pavilion in the Yunwang Mansion in the mortal world.

In the past, Lin Qingbai loved to sit in the pavilion in the lake and enjoy the flowers.

Later, Yan Qiusi became a general in the court, and Lin Qingbai would sit in the pavilion and wait for him every time he came back from the court.

Sometimes, if the weather is warmer.

Lin Qingbai likes to sit in the pavilion and play the piano, when the sun falls on Lin Qingbai's shoulders.

His face is soft, and the sound of the piano is as gentle as light.

But in the end, Yan Qiusi and Lin Qingbai became like strangers.

It was the cold winter, so Lin Qingbai no longer cared about the cold weather. Instead, he was dressed in white with a cloak over his shoulders, and his thin figure was reflected in the snow playing the piano.

At that time, Lin Qingbai was already very thin, and his figure was as light and fragile as white snow.

Yan Qiusi walked forward while thinking about the past.

He walked to the pavilion step by step, looking at the empty space in the pavilion, he suddenly remembered what the witch clan princess had said to him back then.

She said: "Yan Qiusi, ask yourself, when you were in the mortal world, you just knew that he was kind-hearted and wholeheartedly for you, so you lied to him so far!!! He died for you all three lives!You should have paid off long ago..."

The voice was deafening, and it kept echoing in Yan Qiusi's ears.

Yan Qiusi stepped onto the steps of the pavilion and waved his hand, a long piano landed on the table in the pavilion.

Yan Qiusi also followed suit, just like Lin Qingbai sitting in front of the table back then, stroking the piano with both hands.

He wanted to play the piece that Lin Qingbai played back then.

Lin Qingbai taught Yan Qiusi to play the piano when he was young, but Yan Qiusi was always unwilling to learn.

At that time, he only liked to listen to his master playing the piano, and thought that the master was sitting under the plum tree in white clothes, accompanied by the falling petals, and it was really nice to play.

He just listens

Playing the piano or something is not suitable for a martial artist like him.

And now Lin Qingbai is dead.

After Yan Qiusi drank, he really wanted to hear Lin Qing's piano sound, but he couldn't hear it.

So he sat in front of the piano and gently plucked the strings twice with his fingertips.

The guqin made an ancient sound, but it had no technique at all and was very jerky.

Yan Qiusi closed his eyes, trying hard to recall how Lin Qingbai taught him back then.

He plucked the strings twice, and slowly retracted his hand.

He can't pop it out...

Back then, he had acquired Lin Qingbai's strategy and literary talent, but he hadn't learned how to play the piano alone.

His hands were originally used to lead arrows with wide bows, and his fingers were rough. When he played the piano, his hands were not light or heavy. They were not as white as Lin Qingbai's hands, just like the tips of onions.

When Lin Qingbai wanted to teach him to play the piano, he always disliked the uselessness of playing the piano, and couldn't bear to sit in front of the piano.

He didn't learn it well, so now he wants to listen to the music from that year again, but he can't even play it.

At this time, Fang Hua also walked up to the pavilion. Seeing Yan Qiusi playing with the piano, he felt that Yan Qiusi wanted to listen to the music. She stepped forward and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, do you wantDid you hear the tune?"

Yan Qiusi paused with his fingers, put his hand lightly on his side, and asked Fang Hua halfway, "...Fang Hua, do you know how to play the piano?"

Where did Fanghua know these things? She lowered her eyes and said, "Your Majesty, Fanghua is incompetent and doesn't know how to play the piano, but recently a group of musicians came from the Mengyun Workshop of our demon clan. It is said that they are all proficient in rhythm.Please come and play the piano for the king."

Yan Qiusi was looking down at the Changqin. Hearing what Fanghua said, his shoulders stiffened, and his hand lightly stroked the strings, and suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, okay...todayIt's a good day, you brought me all the best piano dancers in the devil world, today I'm going to have a feast and drink."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Hearing Yan Qiusi say this, Fanghua's heart suddenly relaxed.

In recent days, Yan Qiusi's state is very strange, always moody, sometimes calm, sometimes violent.

Fanghua only knew that it seemed to be related to his affairs in the mortal world, but he didn't know the specifics.

But now that Yan Qiusi actually said that he would have a banquet and drink heavily, Fanghua thought that Yan Qiusi had let go of his knot, and was overjoyed.

Even though it was already late at night, Fanghua immediately ordered someone to invite the musicians from Mengyunfang, and the best dancers and luthiers in the entire demon clan.

In the middle of the night, the main hall was filled with delicacies, the aroma of wine filled the sky, candles flickered and music sang out.

Yan Qiusi half-closed his eyes, leaning on the high platform with a wine glass in his hand, watching the dancers in red dresses and light veils, accompanied by the sound of pianos.

Since it was the Demon Emperor hosting the banquet, it was natural for the ministers to accompany him.

The singing and dancing were swaying and lively.

Demon generals sat on both sides of the main hall, talking to the dancing girls in front of them.

Yan Qiusi narrowed his eyes and watched the dancers in the main hall dancing lightly, and watched the qin master playing music not far away.

The hall is charming and ambiguous, as if the demons once hosted a banquet.

It's just that this time the luthier's skill is really amazing, no matter what kind of music is under her palm, it's like a black silk that melts into bones, and half of the souls of the guards in the palace are taken away.

The demon generals sitting on both sides were even more engrossed, they could hardly move their eyes away from the dancers in the main hall.

The dancer's smooth waist is like a water snake, dancing gracefully with the sound of the dance.

Those women are really top-notch, they will stay for a few more seconds before Yan Qiusi's case, twitching their sleeves, their eyebrows and eyes are like silk, seducing Yan Qiusi.

With the sound of a piano, the beautiful woman in the lead waved her water-colored sleeves, and the sleeves waved to Yan Qiusi's eyes.

A burst of aroma of Tuolun flowers hit.

As long as it is a man who smells the fragrance of Tuolun flowers, there will be no one who will not be seduced by her.

The dancer raised her sleeve to cover half of her mouth, and gave Yan Qiusi a seductive smile.

Yan Qiu

Si looked at her, narrowed his eyes, and laughed softly.

He raised his hand and poured himself a bowl of wine, the liquid dripped down the corner of his lips, but he didn't care, but after drinking the bowl of wine, he stood up abruptly and smashed the wine bowl in his handOn the ground, raised his hand and violently overturned the table in front of him!

There was only a loud crash, which resounded through the entire main hall!

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

Everything on the table was smashed to pieces.

The music stopped suddenly, and the dancing girls who were still smiling like Meisi just now exclaimed, all lowered their heads and trembled in fright.

I saw Yan Qiusi staggeringly standing on the high ground.

He was dressed in a black gold silk gown, with bloodshot eyes, and roared at the people in the audience: "What kind of shit is playing! Get out of here! Get someone else!"

The relaxed and lively atmosphere disappeared in an instant, and the hall was completely silent, like a bomb submerged in water, ready to explode at any moment.

Everyone is well aware of Yan Qiusi's crazy temper.

It's just that they didn't know what happened, so they all lowered their eyes and said nothing.

After a while, Fanghua's trembling voice sounded, and she panted and said sharply to the luthier behind her: "Did you hear me! Hurry up and get someone else up!"

The original beauty of the luthier is even more beautiful than the dancer's face, and it is even more arrogant and arrogant in Mengyunfang.Half a bit of fierceness and hostility.

But at this time, she was also frightened by this scene, her legs and feet were weak.

She stood up with a pale face, and stepped aside. Behind her, another luthier stepped forward tremblingly, sat on the piano seat, and began to play the music with cold hands and feet.

This time, under Yan Qiusi's murderous eyes, none of the dancers in the palace dared to dance.

In the silent hall, the sound of the piano sounded alone, with some fear and trembling.

Even though the violinist tensed up to 12 points, he hadn't played the piano twice, but Yan Qiusi interrupted the sound of the piano.

"What bullshit! Get out!"

The luthier trembled in fright and broke one of the strings.

In this way, under Yan Qiusi's fury, people in the palace kept changing people to play the piano.

So that at the back, when the luthiers from Mengyunfang finished playing, Fanghua ran out again on purpose, calling almost all the famous luthiers of the Demon Race, men, women and children, to play for Yan Qiusi.

But Yan Qiusi was not satisfied with anything.

In the end, he was furious in the room, cursing: "What kind of waste is raised by my demon clan! There is not even a single one who can play the piano! Let them all go away!!! All of them go away!!!"

After speaking, Yan Qiusi waved out a wave of internal force that was strong enough to knock down a wall.

That internal force carried a strong wind, and beat everyone in severe pain. Some dancers under mana even spat out a mouthful of blood, but they could only clenched their teeth and knelt on the ground, rolling and crawling out.

The temple door was closed again.

Yan Qiusi was the only one left in the huge hall.

Yan Qiusi didn't take a sip of the delicacies that were prepared in the hall just now, they were all smashed to pieces, except for the wine that didn't waste a single drop.

The lively music was still in my ears, but in a blink of an eye, it returned to the death-like silence.

Yan Qiusi was too drunk.

He didn't even remember how many jars of wine he drank that night.

He was wearing that black robe, standing alone in the hall, under the candlelight, only his shadow accompanied him, and there was nothing else.

Finally, he staggered down the steps, stood in the middle of the hall, opened his hands and leaned back.

With a plop, he lay on his back on the floor of the hall full of glass shards and wine stains.

The neat and clean clothes were soaked by the wine on the ground. He looked at the ceiling in the sky with hazy eyes, and muttered to himself: "It's really bad, it's really bad to play, it's really bad... ListenThese ghost songs still make people sleepless..."

He muttered to himself like this, turned sideways, and slowly shrank in the

together, as if asleep.

After a long time, his mouth moved and he hummed hoarsely.

"The breeze is blowing, the flowers are blooming, the colorful butterflies are fluttering, and the doll can't catch it with her fat hands..."

"At the end of the setting sun, the sun is about to set, the crescent moon is showing above, and the playful children are going home..."

Following the singing that Yan Qiusi hummed, his right hand gently patted his left arm, coaxing himself.

It was like when he was a child in the mortal world, in those countless quiet nights, Lin Qingbai's slender fingers patted his shoulders, sang this song softly, and coaxed him to sleep.

Yan Qiusi is hard-hearted, he obviously doesn't like these overly gentle and hypocritical things, but at that time whenever Lin Qingbai's voice came, he would obediently close his eyes in Lin Qingbai's arms.

"The breeze is blowing, the flowers are blooming, the colorful butterflies are fluttering, and the doll can't catch it with her fat hands..."

"At the end of the setting sun, the sun is about to set, the crescent moon is showing above, and the playful children are going home..."

Lin Qingbai's voice was very nice, every word he sang was like a feather passing over his heart, it was so gentle and unpretentious.

Yan Qiusi then asked Lin Qingbai: "Master, what is home?"

"Home is where you can be with your family."

"What is family?"

"Family is relatives, such as parents, brothers and sisters."

"But I have no family."

"You have a family, and Master is your family."

"........you are my family?"

"Well, I'm your family."

From then on, every time Lin Qingbai sang this song to Yan Qiusi again, Yan Qiusi would ask Lin Qingbai again and again like knowing why.

"Master, are you my family..."

"Well, I'm your family."

No matter how many times Yan Qiusi asked, Lin Qingbai would take the trouble and tell him with certainty every time.

— Well, I am your family.

That night, Yan Qiusi lay down on the floor of the main hall full of dirt and fell asleep drowsily.

He kept dreaming, dreaming of many, many things.

All are things in the mortal world.

Everything is related to Lin Qingbai.

From the first time he met Lin Qingbai in the mortal world, in the snow falling all over the sky, Lin Qingbai held an oil-paper umbrella, lowered his eyes to look at him, and asked him: "Would you like to go home with me?"

At that time, Lin Qingbai's face was as cold as before, as if he only said a simple sentence like "Do you want a steamed bun?"

But the oil-paper umbrella in his hand was silently leaning towards Yan Qiusi.

There are a lot more.......

And this dream ended at the moment when Yan Qiusi stabbed Ruogui into Lin Qingbai's chest. Although Lin Qingbai was spitting out blood in pain and tears in his eyes, he still tremblingly raised his hand to touch him againOn his face, when he was called by his name, his eyes were still full of pity.

Ann....

Yan Qiusi just woke up to Lin Qingbai's call.

He stood up staggeringly, and pushed open the main hall door, smelling of drunkenness, but still stepping on white snow, he walked all the way to the cave where Lin Qingbai's body was stored.

The footprints in the cave where he had just been here have not yet dispersed, and the jade on his chest has not yet warmed up, yet he has left and returned.

In just two hours, Yan Qiusi had another drink and listened to a few extremely unpleasant pieces of music, but felt that nothing was good enough.

Nowhere is as good as here.

He still came back.

He supported Lin Qingbai's coffin with one hand, and leaned over to look at Lin Qingbai's cold face.

In fact, when Lin Qingbai's eyes were closed, he still looked a little like Bai Xu.

Yan Qiusi's mind resounded with the words of the princess of the witch clan angrily scolding him.

Liang Yaochu asked him loudly: "You know it clearly in your heart! Is it difficult to admit it?! Is it difficult to admit that he is your master! It is you who killed him and you dug out his heart.

...is it hard?!"

Twelve years...

Liang Yaochu gritted her teeth and said to him with red eyes: "Twelve years!!!"

Later, she stared at Yan Qiusi with her angry red eyes, and suddenly she was discouraged again, tears overflowed and said, "Yeah...but it's only been twelve years, how can I cover you with cold ice for a thousand years?"heart of....."

But twelve years, how can you warm your thousand-year-old heart...

Not so.

When he was in the mortal world, no matter how angry Yan Qiusi was with his master, no matter how much he hated his master, even if his master was also the son of the Supreme Emperor!Even if his master put a knife on his neck to kill him!

He was not willing to touch his master's finger!I'm not willing to touch him!

Why, why is he killing him now...

Yan Qiusi raised his hand, put his fingers into the coffin, and gently stroked Lin Qingbai's hair.

Gently, his fingertips touched Lin Qingbai's hair all the way to his cheek.

If it was two months ago, when he thought of this face, he would be filled with hatred.

And now.....just two months later, he would raise his fingers to caress this face that he hated so much.

At that moment, any hurdles that could not be overcome, any hatred that could not be let go, all disappeared.

Yan Qiusi held Lin Qingbai's cheek with his fingers like this, his drunken eyes were hazy, and after a long time, he said in a low and hoarse voice: "Master, I'm sorry... I still haven't learned how to play the piano......."

"Will I never hear your piano again......"

Yan Qiusi rubbed Lin Qingbai's cheek lightly with his thumb, his eyes were blood red, and he whispered, "Master, did I make a mistake again..."

"Master...I just thought you didn't want me..."

"I thought you'd be fine without me..."

"I really... thought you didn't want me..."

"I don't know why it became like this..."

"Master, it's my stubbornness...it's my fault..."

"Master, I will be obedient in the future... I will do whatever you say... I promise not to make you angry or sad......"

"Master, please forgive me this time..."

"Just forgive me this time, okay...for the last time..."

Yan Qiusi's hand tightly held Lin Qingbai's cold hand like this.

He used so much force that his wrists trembled, just like in the mortal world, he confessed his mistakes to Lin Qingbai again and again, and promised Lin Qingbai again and again.

Among his thousands of confessions and promises, none was more sincere and sincere than this time, and he hoped more urgently that Lin Qingbai would forgive him and open his eyes to see him.

Even if you slap him a few times, stab him a few times with swords, or kill him with a single knife, that's fine.

He thought so, so he told Lin Qingbai.

He said: "Master, if you hate me, you should get up and kill me with a single knife... You should treat me twice as much as I did to you at that time..."

"So can you get up and see me..."

"Master, I'm just not obedient...you've forgiven me before, and you won't punish me...don't punish me this time, please, please forgive me, please......you wake up..."

 …

No matter what Yan Qiusi said, how much he begged the person in front of him, the person in front of him would never talk to him again.

There was still an empty silence, only Yan Qiusi's voice echoed continuously in the cave.

Yan Qiusi stood alone in the darkness, his shoulders

With lowered shoulders, he looked at Lin Qingbai's peaceful face, at Lin Qingbai's tightly closed mouth, at this pair of eyes that would never open to look at him no matter how much he prayed.

He suddenly understood, before he died in Lin Qingbai in the mortal world, Lin Qingbai looked at his body all night, how painful it was in the end, so that his master could finally guard in front of his grave, mouthfulHe vomited blood from his heart and finally fell into the snow.

Yan Qiusi had killed countless people, but when his hands were stained with his master's blood, he felt very dirty for the first time.

No wonder his master really didn't want him this time...

It's really, really dirty.