Dragon God History One of the Demon King Benji

Chapter 98

One hundred, Jianjia ballad
This is the belly of a mountain peak, not very deep, but very vast.Walking in, I saw a big room, it didn't look like a nest of goblins' lair, but rather a place where a solitary elf lived.That is suitable for me, anyway, I am alone, and the cave is too big to be cleaned, and a small room is enough.

I embedded two torches on both sides of the cave, patted the dust off my body and began to look around the furnishings.

It has been left unused for too long, I can't help shaking my head, waved away the weeds and cobwebs, and dissipated the rotten wood and cloth furnishings, and finally I can see some clues.

The north side of the cave seems to be a study room. The bookshelves are naturally hewn out of the stone wall. The scrolls and cloth on the bookshelves have long been difficult to distinguish, but the bamboo books are still there.On the niche in the middle of the bookshelf, there is a gray brocade box holding a big ball.I picked it up and wiped it, and it turned out to be a huge night pearl. After cleaning it, the whole cave was like daytime.

After extinguishing the torch, I cleaned up the bookshelf as best I could, and then walked to the west side.

The stone wall to the west seems to be a dressing table.I can't see the other furnishings clearly, only there is a bronze mirror in the middle of the jade table, and there is a sentence on each side of the bronze mirror: the zither is gurgling and the meaning is lingering, and I am beautiful and graceful.I walked to the bronze mirror, polished the mirror, and saw my own human form—this was the first time I saw myself after I transformed into a human form.

In a trance, I went back to my previous life. Next to me in the bronze mirror, a young general in military uniform came and embraced me.In an instant, I felt a sharp pain on the tip of my heart, as if Wan Jian cut out my heart as he said.I couldn't bear to look at that bronze mirror again, so I waved it and turned it into a scroll, on which was hung the picture of snow-white and pink hibiscus flowers, with the two lines on the picture: Beloved Wife and Sister Huicun, Sleeping together in life, Sharing in death hole.

I stroked his handwriting silently for a long time, and raised my hand to destroy the scroll, but I couldn't.Unable to bear to look any further, I turned and walked towards the east side.

On this side of the stone wall, exquisite beds are carved out.Remove the dust and add some bedding at will, it is not comparable to the past-I also have a home.

I removed the broken stone tables and chairs in the middle of the cave, bought myself a desk and coffee table, and covered the entrance of the cave with a curtain. These are enough for the lonely years.

Having nothing to do, I looked carefully at my cave, and there seemed to be another huge brocade box under the night pearl on the bookshelf.I waved the brocade box to the desk, and the ancient characters on it seemed to be: Fenghuangqin.

Fenghuangqin?Could it be Fuxi of the Feng family, one of the Three Emperors, the ancestor of Bagua and Wuyin?

This is a guqin?I got a little interested, so I started to open the brocade box, but I couldn't open it.It's a bit strange, this brocade box is obviously not locked, it seems that it can be opened easily, why can't it be touched at all?I saw a gossip on the front of the brocade box, and I don't know if it's the same as the painting on the binding rope of brother Vulcan. If I need to understand the gossip to open it, then I have to learn the hexagrams first.

I took out the hexagram scriptures and put them next to the brocade box. In the days to come, I would spend time with them and chat to comfort my loneliness.

Looking up and seeing the top of the dressing table on the west side, it seems a bit strange: there is a simple wooden pane there.Except for the cave gate, this cave is hidden in the deep mountains, and there is no way out on the west side, so what's the use of window panes?

I walked over and stretched out my hand to pull it out, but it was not difficult, it was not motionless like a brocade box.I pulled it with both hands with a little strength, and the window sash opened, and the outside of the window was brilliant, but I couldn't see anything clearly, it was a cloud of light, which illuminated the whole cave even more brightly, and the night pearl seemed dim.What is this place?I stretched out my hand, but couldn't touch it, as if there was a huge magic force repelling me.

Looking back at my cave, the windows were bright without a lamp, and I cleaned up some corners carefully. I felt that I should be sleepy, so I went to sleep.


In this cave, which I came to by accident, I actually stayed at home for hundreds of years.

Over the centuries, I have learned many things.

I opened the brocade box of the Fenghuangqin, and hung the beautiful scenery of the four seasons on the Qiankun mirror outside the window.

I can use the mirror of heaven and earth to see the past and the future, and I can also play strings to the moon with the Fenghuangqin.

On this day, the moonlight was just right, and I plucked the strings on a whim.

After a long time, I always wanted to sing something, so I sang along with the sound of the piano.Anyway, there is no one else in this deep mountain. For hundreds of years, I have not seen a single elf or monster. If I sing ugly, no one will laugh at me.

Jian Jia drags Xi Yun shyly smiles

Meet the Youth by the Yunhun River

The ice toad is bright and the sea is small

Zeng Xiaoyao at the deep foot of Wushan Mountain
People are like jade, kindness is like water

life and death care

Tian Ruo Qing Tian Yi Lao

love and hate in the world

Kun is for the earth and work is for the sky

Thinking about Ye Tiantian

Gen is the mountain and the earthquake is thunder

Follow along side by side

Thinking of Junxi while I was young

South China Sea Ningxi Dishan is good

Lonely on the Moshang Jian Jia old

The moon is full and the flowers are happy


After singing, I feel a little sad again, I have devoted myself to practice for a long time, but I still can't forget my feelings.

I was a little annoyed with myself, so I got up and walked around the house, and involuntarily went to the hibiscus painting he painted, staring at it obsessively.I wanted to touch his handwriting, but I held back after all.I thought, when I can bear to turn this painting back into a bronze mirror, then I will really let it go.

I don't think I have the roots of wisdom for such a difficult homework, and I haven't learned it in the past hundreds of years.

I stood stupidly in front of his painting, my intuition seemed a little dull, until a trembling hand stroked the long hair behind me, I didn't realize that there was an unexpected visitor in the cave.

I already knew who it was, and I didn't turn around. I was afraid that I might cry, so I even closed my eyes.

(End of this chapter)