Yangzhou, Heming Valley.

There was once a legend about this valley.

This valley was originally just a deserted valley. Later, the crane fairy in the sky wanted to please the heart of the hazy fairy, and stole a bottle of fog from the birthday party of the Emperor of Heaven and was chased by all kinds of immortals and gods. The crane fairy was desperate and hid in the deserted valley. The gods surrounded the valley. In order to survive, the crane fairy had to open the bottle of fog. In an instant, the fog enveloped the entire valley, and the gods had to leave in disappointment. Later, the crane fairy could not find a way out until he learned that the fairy in the morning wanted to go down to earth to find him privately and was punished to be buried in the depths of Penglai forever, he was discouraged and pulled out all the crane feathers on his body, sprinkled into a crane, and died in love. From then on, the cranes kept ringing in the valley.

Even if the sun is shining above, the cranes are chirping as cold as the night. The cranes are undulating everywhere and the thick fog is filled with the mountains. It feels like they are placed in a fairyland, and they are happy to forget the world.

The thin young man sat at the top of the valley, with a wisp of whiskers on his chin, his ragged robe, and ten soft swords roamed melodiously around him. Whenever a soft sword passed by him, he would raise his hand and knock it lightly on the sword, causing it to tremble and arouse an extremely pleasant sword sound.

Accompanied by the sound of the sword, the young man bounced out of his mouth: "The pipa string says lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was there, and the colorful clouds returned."

Huaiqu was accompanied by the sound of swords, awakening the sleeping cranes in the valley forest.

"Don't ask Jinling, whose son is competing for beauty early? Entering the Qinhuai boat, calling Qingli Carp and water far away from the moon."

A song followed, leading hundreds of cranes in the forest to fly over. As soon as the soles of the feet were on the ground beside the young man, they cried and sang songs to cheer for the young man's sword.

"It is lingering beside the willow pond, and the wind is swaying under the hills. I sing with wine, and the white horse is robbed by the golden horse, and the beauty is on my side, and I am finally like a young man traveling."

For a moment, the cranes cried, the swords cried, and the Huaijing songs sang together, which stirred the Heming Valley, which was covered with clouds all year round, and the fog disappeared. The sunlight that had not been shining for a long time poured down, illuminating the entire Heming Valley in an instant.

The white cranes couldn't help crying when they saw the sunshine in the valley.

Murong Haoyue narrowed her eyes and looked at the long-lost sun. She gently tilted her hand towards the soft sword, and the closed sword box behind her slowly opened.

"Go home."

Ten soft swords flying in the air entered the box one after another, but the sword box still kept trembling and it was difficult to calm down.

I have just experienced the sound of Huaiyin in the hollow valley, how can I be quiet?

"Crying." A crane cry came, Murong Haoyue put away her passionate heart and turned her head to look.

A white crane with vermilion tears at the corner of his eyes was also looking at him. Murong Haoyue immediately understood and took out a blood-colored lotus from his arms, the color of which was like a crane's head.

Crane blood lotus. It can lead to life and death, flesh and bones, cure all diseases and bloom every hundred years.

The sunlight shone on the lotus and emitted a burst of blood. After a moment, it returned to normal. After the sunlight, the lotus became more charming and illusory, and there were a few more crystal clear points flashing.

"The blood lotus has completely bloomed. Thank you, Brother He, I will leave here first." Murong Haoyue looked at the blood lotus and showed a relieved smile.

Zhu Lei Baihe seemed to understand people's words, and looked at Murong Haoyue in confusion, and cried twice with "li Li".

Murong Haoyue smiled helplessly: "Brother He, you don't have to keep him. I have lived here for five years, and I have spent five years waiting for the lotus to bloom. In the past five years, I have not been familiar with external things and missed the five grand scenes of the Qinhuai River. It is time for me to go back."

Hearing this, Baihe was silent and a little sad and burst into tears.

There are endless rays of light, and above the valley is the boundless sky.

"The valley clouds dissipate, and the fog will no longer stop you from flying out of the valley." Murong Haoyue looked at the sky and said slowly: "This valley can no longer bind you, and you will also go out to see the world you have never seen before."

"Although, this valley is really suitable for you."

In an instant, the young man's slightly vicissitudes of life showed the youth's freedom and freedom. Just like the lush locust tree next to Wudang Mountain Gate eight years ago, the birds were singing and the fragrance of flowers and the sandalwood was intoxicating. A young man carrying a sword box resolutely stepped out of the mountain gate in order to find the sword heart.

That year, his eyes were full of yearning for the world.

But in his eyes at this moment, there was only the singer walking out of the Snow and Moon Tower on the Qinhuai River holding a pipa.

She is her own sword heart.

For a moment, the sound of cranes in the valley was like a tide, resounding through the sky.

Zhu Lei Baihe snuggled on Murong Haoyue's arm, feeling grateful, but more reluctant.

"We will see you again in the end." Murong Haoyue's eyes were determined to make an appointment.

...

A fully equipped hunter team was drinking in a tavern at the foot of Heming Valley Mountain.

It is obvious that they came to catch cranes. After asking around for a long time, they found that only cranes existed in Yangzhou within ten miles of radius. But when they came to this restaurant with confidence, they were scared by the waiter's several remarks.

"I advise you not to go. I heard that there is a weird man sitting on the top of this valley: he is carrying a big box and wearing a torn robe. Anyone who gets close to him within ten steps will wave his hand! Well, just like this wave, a sword will fly out of the box with his gesture, and your head will instantly land! "

"It's extremely boring!" A big man muttered disdainfully, raised his eyes and looked out the window.

Outside the window of the wine shop, you can see a mountain road in Heming Valley. It was dug out with a sword when a Taoist priest went up the mountain five years ago. Although the mountain road is covered with thick fog, as long as you walk along this road, you can reach the top of the valley from the foot of the mountain.

The mountain road is very curved but very continuous, giving people an endless feeling. But the man vaguely saw a man slowly walking down the mountain in this endless.

This man was wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a big box on his back. He could still walk like an enclave in the extremely bumpy mountain road. The man thought this man looked familiar, but he really couldn't remember where he had heard of this outfit.

"Hey, do you think this person looks familiar?" The big man pointed to the man outside the window, and the rest looked over.

It doesn't matter when the look is over, the restaurant is jumping up and down, and the family is restless.

After Murong Haoyue walked down the valley, she looked back at the valley and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

Five years ago, he went up the mountain for one person. He went down the mountain for the same person for five years. Five years of life were lonely, waiting for the flowers to bloom for one person. The young man has become a young man. I wonder if she is like yesterday?

The wind slowly rose, and the tattered Taoist robe moved with the wind. A few ink drops flowed, shaping into a painting. A huge ink crane slowly condensed and formed under his feet.

In a blink of an eye, the young man had left with a crane.

The group of hunters saw the young man leaving with a crane, and immediately became ecstatic. They threw down a few taels of silver, then picked up their hunting tools and went up the valley.

But along the way, they did not see any shadow of the crane, only a few crane feathers and large areas of human bones.

Going further up, you will reach the top of the valley. On the top of the valley is a simple thatched cottage, as if an immortal had lived in seclusion here. In front of the cottage, there is a long green vine with blood on the top of the vine, and the dew is shining, as if it is nurturing the next flower bloom.

But the next time the flowers bloom, it will take a hundred years to wait any longer.

The fog has not yet dissipated, and the rays of light have filled the entire valley. The valley is full of warmth, and in a faint way, the chirping of cranes can be heard from the sky.

"How come this valley... is described differently from them?"

The man in the lead did not look very disappointed, but scratched his head in confusion and looked at the extremely quiet valley.

From now on, although this valley is called Heming Valley, there is no more cranes.
Chapter completed!