Everyone walked into Lixiang Courtyard. The first floor building in the courtyard was a wide open area, without revealing the beauty of implicitness, but it made people feel indescribable pleasure.

The cold stone bricks are covered with neat bricks, and the trees and the stone platform are filled with pots of freshly blooming autumn chrysanthemums, with a strong fragrance.

Generally speaking, the flowers in the yard should bloom in different areas according to the seasons. It is rare to use potted plants like Lixiangyuan. The flowers of the seasons are placed in the front yard at any time. In this way, they are made into a bright branch all year round, and there is no day to stop.

Not to mention these, after entering Lixiangyuan, the most conspicuous one is the tall and tall sycamore tree in the center of the front yard, with lush branches and leaves and refreshing.

Many tourists who entered Lixiangyuan for the first time ignored everything they had when they entered the door and went straight to the sycamore tree to take a look. At this moment, a group of tourists gathered under the sycamore tree, pointing at the sycamore tree, not knowing what they were saying.

Bai Shu and others also came up. When they got closer, Bai Shu was shocked. It turned out that a big hole was opened in the center of the trunk of the sycamore tree, with an empty middle, which looked shocking.

Before Bai Shu could take a closer look, he heard someone saying, "You don't understand, this Wutong is the soul of Lixiang Courtyard. It grew up here long before Lixiang Courtyard was established."

Bai Shu heard this statement and thought it was interesting. He didn't expect that a tree could become the soul of Lixiang Courtyard, so he asked, "Where should I start with the word "soul of the courtyard?"

Seeing that everyone was very interested, the man said proudly: "This is something that starts with a musician in Lixiangyuan hundreds of years ago."

The man walked into the crowd on his own, stood under the paulownia tree and said, "Hundreds of years ago, there was a musician in the yard who was extremely skilled and loved to play various instruments, but he did not play the guqin. When others asked, he only said that the guqin had souls. I have never seen a guqin in the city like this. It would be better not to play the guqin without souls."

Bai Shu shook his head slightly, somewhat disagreeing with the musician's point of view, because Bai Shu knew that Ye Taoling's first sword was just a branch, but Bai Shu thought about it and said that he did not understand the music rules. Since he did not understand, he could only be considered an outsider. It was a very impolite thing for the layman to criticize what he did.

Before Bai Shu could think more, the man said again: "In the same year, the musician wrote a guqin song called Wuliang Tune, which was alarmed for a while. The music score was spread to ten or hundreds of times throughout the world, but there was no guitar in the world that could play this song intact."

When Bai Shu heard this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this is not a matter of being aloof and having no money. The greatest sorrow of the joy of Tao is the hardest to reach music. Those wonderful music and holy tunes only exist in the imagination of the musician, but they have no chance to listen to it with their own ears. How sad it would be!

The man then said, "The musician naturally was unwilling to let the music he composed was always just a false piece of paper. So he packed his luggage and traveled around, preparing to find Shenmu Tiansi, and make a guqin with his own hands to play this Polygonum multiflorum cool tune."

As he was talking, the man unconsciously sighed in his tone: "The musician has been there for a 60s. Just when people were about to forget him and had a song of Wuliang that could never be played, the musician was back."

The man sighed softly: "When he left Lixiangyuan, he was still in his prime, but when he came back, he was already gray-haired. There was also a group of good ice silk strings that only existed in legends."

When the man said this, he kept his mouth shut and kept silent. The onlooker onlookers hurriedly asked, "What happened later? Did he make the guqin that can play Wuliang tune?"

The man shook his head slightly and said regretfully: "The news of the musician returning to Lixiangyuan spread like wildfire, and everyone in the world knew that the piano he wanted had not been made yet. He then advertised that the world needed a good piano wood to make the piano. The whole country was looking for the piano wood he wanted, but in the end, he still couldn't find a piece of piano wood that satisfies the musician. At this time, the musician was already in his twilight years and was about to die soon."

Everyone sighed when they heard this. Bai Shu understood deeply that this kind of powerlessness in the end was still a mirror and a moon, looking into the sky. This is exactly what people often say, life is not satisfactory.

Just as everyone was sighing, the man walked to the sycamore tree, touched the trunk and said, "That day was also an autumn day, and the wind was roaring. Before the evening, the sky was already dark. The musician gathered a group of music-good students in Lixiang Courtyard under the sycamore tree, ready to give away the set of ice silk strings he found."

Bai Shu's thoughts followed the man's story and traveled to the cloudy day when the autumn wind was raging. Unfortunately, the autumn chrysanthemums had withered that day.

The man continued to preach, "The musician stood under the tree and said regretfully, 'I'll be able to seek the piano for my whole life, but I can't die, the dark cold is gone, the sound of the spring is gone.' After a word, he was about to die. But at this critical moment, the autumn wind suddenly blew out, and the sky clouds broke through the sky. A large hole suddenly exploded on the sycamore tree in front of the musician, and a piece of sycamore wood fell from the hole, just under the feet of the musician."

Bai Shu was slightly shocked, and finally understood why such a big hole was broken in the sycamore tree. He heard the man's voice a little higher, saying word by word: "This is the most legendary story in Lixiangyuan, the story of Wutong cutting the heart. The musician finally used the sycamore heart tree to make a good guqin. At the place where I stood under the tree, I personally played the Polygonum multiflorum composed by him decades ago. One song ended. The musician roared to the sky, and all the birds within a thousand miles came to worship him, and the sycamore tree fell. After the musician roared, he finally passed away, but he had no regrets in his life."

Bai Shu felt excited when he heard this, but he still asked in confusion: "It's okay to die in the morning and evening, and the musician is worth the money in his life, but how should he explain this when the soul of the courtyard is said?"

The man looked at Bai Shu and said loudly: "The musician played music under this sycamore tree in his early years. Each person and one tree separated for decades. When they met again, they were already close friends. No one knew what the musician thought better than this sycamore tree. In order to fulfill the musician, the sycamore tree was willing to give it to him. The musician walked on the road he chose and never stopped for a lifetime and stopped until his death. This is the soul of Lixiangyuan."

The man asked loudly: "Students who have walked out of Lixiangyuan must ask themselves before leaving, whether you are willing to clarify your heart for the people and the country, and walk on this road of benefiting the people of the world for the rest of your life, and never stop! Can you do this? What are you willing to do to dissect your heart for?"

Bai Shu was slightly excited by the man's words, stood there, his body trembled, and he couldn't help asking himself this question in his heart.

What was Bai Shu willing to do to express his heart for? Is there anything he wanted to do at all costs? Bai Shu's heart sinks as he thought about it.

Because he never thought about serving the country and the people, he just wanted Ling Wener to live, but how could there be a resurrection in the world?

After reaching this situation, even if Bai Shu felt so much regret, hatred, reluctance and reluctance in his heart, he could only learn to let go slowly.

Others are not as selfish as Bai Shu. They are thinking about what that person said just now. Wutong cuts his heart and serves the country and the people. This book has nothing to do with the country and the people of the world, but it is regarded as the soul of Lixiangyuan, which reminds people of themselves. This is also a unique ability for scholars.

Compared to Xingyuan, Bai Shu naturally prefers Lixiangyuan. Whether it is to be admitted to the hospital through the connection or Wutong's heart, it can reflect the profound background of Lixiangyuan in spiritual education. This is something that other organizations in the world do not have.

After listening to this tortuous story for so long, the people from Taixu Temple were all filled with emotion, especially Xu Jie and Luo Shilan. They practiced hard in Moyuan Mountain for many years, but they had no ideals and pursuits, and their temperaments faded away.

At this moment, when the two heard Wutong's heart-breaking incident, their memories of their youth were churning again. They didn't know how long it had been since they had such an impulse to be selfless.

Luo Shilan secretly glanced at Bai Shu, looking like Qiu Hong.

If Bai Shu had seen this scene, he might have understood that he was the one who was willing to let Luo Shilan express his heart. Unfortunately, Bai Shu was immersed in sadness at this moment and did not notice Luo Shilan's every move at all.

Others also noticed Bai Shu's distraught behavior, and did not speak to disturb Bai Shu.

It was not until most of the people watching the sycamore tree dispersed that Bai Shu came to his senses. At this time, Bai Shu realized that Luo Shilan had walked under the sycamore tree at some point, and poked her slender and fair arm out of her brocade sleeves, and gently tapped her fingertips on the trunk of the sycamore tree.

The gentle touch, and the expression that was so pity that he saw Bai Shu, were as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves. It was as if Luo Shilan reached out to touch a tree, but a person with no heart, only a black hole and a terrifying chest, without regrets but flesh and blood.

"Senior Sister..." Bai Shu called out subconsciously. He couldn't help but want to get close to Luo Shilan and pull her out of the sad and withered atmosphere. But Luo Shilan didn't even look at Bai Shu, but just suddenly raised her head.

Bai Shu also followed Luo Shilan's gaze and the tall and dense crown of sycamore trees swayed without the wind.

Luo Shilan suddenly opened her red lips and said, "Don't wait."

After she finished speaking, the leaves of the entire sycamore tree began to fall like autumn rain. The green leaves gradually turned yellow as they fell from the canopy to the ground, and then burned red bit by bit, and finally fell on the ground and turned into ashes.

Luo Shilan, dressed in white, gradually became blurred in Bai Shu's vision blocked by the leaves. Her faint figure gradually became unreal with the unforgettable fragrance that Bai Shu couldn't forget.

She is the only thing that has not turned into ashes in this rain of fire!

Until the end, the leaves of the sycamore tree fell, and the remaining bare trunk also started to burn silently. The fire suddenly rose, and the flames burned to the sky.

Bai Shu rushed in amidst the blazing flames, grabbed Luo Shilan's wrist and pulled her back from the sycamore tree. Luo Shilan's cold palms made Bai Shu shivering subconsciously.

The soul of Lixiangyuan completely turned into ashes in an instant. After a strong wind that rose from the ground, there was no trace of it.

The courtyard was full of exclamations at first, but at this moment, it was a dead silence.

Until Luo Shilan said calmly: "It didn't know that the musician was dead, and she thought it was him leaving again, but the first time it waited for a long time, and this time it waited for hundreds of years."
Chapter completed!