It was an old ballad, with a long and touching tune, blue sky, white clouds, rivers, cattle and sheep...... All kinds of pictures flow out in Xunle, as if they have undergone changes in the world and vicissitudes of life.

In the end, it returns to the ordinary peace.

The old man lightly buttoned the cavity, playing the beat with freehand intentions, and looked at Jing Yao from time to time, the eyes that looked at the fire seemed to be pointing at Jing Yao, a hundred years passed in a hurry, why bother with the red dust of the past?

Jing Yao's head is bowed, she is a free and easy character, she has no heart and no lungs to get used to it, she has always longed for an unrestrained life, only because the dust and smoke cover her eyes, this is stained with dust, at this time, she beats with the rhythm, and smiles with her face.

But the children have opinions, their hearts are full of the rising sun, hearing such a distant and deep tune obviously does not resonate, until the old man's song is finished, a child smiled happily: "Grandma, the tune you blow is a bit like the sound of Grandpa Pu Zhi's saw." ”

The old man laughed and rubbed the child's head: "Silly child, everyone in the village praises Grandma Xun for its good sound, and says that it is a natural sound in the world." ”

Another little boy raised his head and said, "Grandma, they all lied to you, what is the natural sound? Isn't that just the wind beating the leaves, thunder and lightning? Boom, boom, that's much worse than Grandpa Pu Zhi's sawblade......

"Hahaha......"

Jing Yao couldn't help but laugh, but the old man didn't care about the children's protests, and took out a small drum from his bag, a light beat, the hoarse voice with the drum spread melodiously, and sang with words in his mouth: "The immortal strokes the qin on the sky, the blue waves cross the cloud robe, do not call the world more disturbed, Gao Zhen is long and free......"

Versatile, Jing Yao smiled, there was no sense of disobedience in the Xunqu for the big drum book, and the lyrics had no deep meaning, it was nothing more than telling the story of how the immortals were chic and uninhibited to defend the way and eliminate demons.

Jing Yao was a little skeptical that the picture of Shi Kuang holding Jiao Lan and the fish through the sky happened to be seen by the old man, so that such a big drum book could be sung.

It's just that Shi Kuang is not chic at all, he has been trapped by love for a hundred years, and he is still a tragic figure in the final analysis.

At the beginning of the sunny day after the rain, Jing Yao said goodbye to the old man and children, and walked to Abbot Island, which is really uninhabited, but there are rows of houses and houses, which have been dyed with moss after a long time of wind and rain, she stretched out her finger a little, and the washer suddenly looked new, but it lacked popularity, and it seemed a little lonely and monotonous.

Returning to Yingzhou Island, I don't know if it was intentional by the Penglai monks, every three villages are surrounded by a city, the villagers drive the sheep and cattle and horses into the city slowly, and the villagers have order, elected the leader, and there are two young men with steel forks standing on the side of the city gate on both sides.

Jing Yao blinked, the primitive tribe seemed to be formed in this way, could it be that Yingzhou Island would become the birthplace of human beings? Thinking of this possibility, Jing Yao had the urge to go in and observe.

There are many mortals on Yingzhou Island, and there are a group of people who are placed here by the monks every three or five days, there is a secular world in the middle region, a secular world in the south, and a secular world in Dongyang in the west region, which do not interfere with each other, and the world is in chaos.

Some people were erased from their memories, some were unwilling to let go of their past, and the monks did not force it, and kept their memories.

There was a long queue at the gates of the city.

There are mainly sheep and horses, and there are also some people who carry medicine baskets and laugh brightly and talk about whether the medicine immortals picked today can have it......

Jing Yao had nothing to do, she had the heart to go in and take a look, she followed the example of a herdsman and lined up in the back, a rare experience, back to the basics, no privileges, no supernatural powers, like ordinary people, listening to people talking about today's harvest, who caught a hare, who could have a big meal tonight, who saw the immortals passing by from the sky......

Jing Yao listened with a smile and walked forward at a steady pace, until someone suddenly patted her shoulder behind her, Jing Yao turned around in confusion and saw a woman in her fifties still with her charm trembling her fingers slightly, and pointed excitedly: "It's you...... You...... You are ......"

This should be recognized by a mortal who has not been washed away from his memory, Jing Yao smiled, even if the bright gem in his heart is covered with dust, he will still have a discerning eye to find that it is invaluable.

She put her hand to her mouth and said with a smile: "Yes, it's me, but please don't make a noise, it's not my desire to disturb your life." ”

It turned out that Jing Yao was thinking too much.

The woman who still had the charm was inexplicable, picked up the hoe and slapped Jing Yao's face, and said angrily: "You are really a female liar, Zhao Erni! You bastard who has been cut by a thousand knives, I saw that you were unclothed and hungry, so I kindly gave you a piece of cooked beef, but you used your beauty to turn my son right and run away, and stole all my savings...... The old lady fought with you. ”

"Ah......" Jing Yao was dumbfounded, opening her mouth hard, and dodging the raindrops of hoes in embarrassment.

The herdsmen and hunters in line all cast contemptuous glances, and Jing Yao hurriedly said, "Auntie...... Can you see clearly......"

The woman who still had the charm was even more excited: "Don't think that I can let you go if you are pretending, you liar, such gorgeous clothes...... Oh my God, you must have spent all my savings, and you want to be cheated again, I can't spare you. ”

The guards surrounded and reprimanded: "Immortal Chang casts the city wall, a solemn and solemn place, no noise!"

The woman wiped her tears and snot, and told her bleak story, and the little hoe chased Jing Yao to beat.

Jing Yao didn't sound right, the woman emphasized how much money she had, where her son was, Jing Yao suffered a tragic disaster, at this time, I desperately wanted someone to recognize her, so as to return her innocence, I didn't trick your son and didn't steal your money......

The guards finally separated the woman, and looked at Jing Yao with a cold face: "What is the name of which village?" The tone was obviously inclined to the woman's words, and if Jing Yao didn't say one, two, three, four, or five, they would have to seek justice for the woman.

What can Jing Yao say? Could she call herself Zhao Erni? She kept a distance of two feet from the woman and said vigilantly: "Jing Yao!"

The guard didn't seem to hear clearly, and repeated, "Say it again?"

"Jing Yao! Jing has the meaning of peace, describing Puyu as graceful ......"

The guard interrupted, "The contemptible person has gone to a private school, who asked you to explain the name, where to live, etc...... What's your name?"

Another guard said angrily: "Get out, you dare to steal the name of the Immortal King Island Lord, I see that you are impatient......"

This person's memory should also be erased, but as a tribal guard, it should not be difficult to contact the monks of Penglai Island, and it can be understood after hearing the names of the four island owners of Penglai.

The guard before said angrily: "I also said that I am Penglai master Yue Qitian......"