It is rare to go to the next mountain in a few months, this time both Luo Changfeng and Peng Jiuzi's comrades occupied the top three mirror platforms in the inner courtyard, thinking that in the future, there is no need to repeat the boring academy life of practicing in the six-character doorway, on this day, whether it is Jiang Manlou or Luo Changfeng and others, they are drinking happily in the Tianxiang Pavilion, and they are drunk. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Of course, these drunkenness, in different drunk people, have different reasons for drunkenness.

Tianxiang Pavilion was silent all night.

By the early morning of the second day, the sparse sunlight was already pouring down from the sky, and the occasional wind in the city was not as sharp as a knife in the previous days, and even softer.

Of course, in the cold winter when the cold current of the Great Yan Empire has not completely receded, these north winds will naturally not really become mild, but they are more acceptable to people than the wind and snow weather.

The snow accumulated in Bodhi City was also cleaned by the common people in the city after a day. Some of the snow was piled up by some wealthy merchants and transported to the ice cellars, where they splashed water on the snowdrifts, using the cold of this cold winter and the temperature in the ice cellars to turn the snow into ice, which was left to cool down during the warm spring and summer solstice.

Of course, there are also some craftsmen who are good at handicrafts, and naturally they will not miss these ice and snow.

Warmth is sent to the world with the sun, and today's Bodhi City is very lively.

Luo Changfeng and Xue'er walked side by side on the lively streets.

The residual alcohol from yesterday has been completely eliminated with a deep night's sleep, not to mention that Luo Changfeng is now at the peak realm of Chonghui, it seems that this kind of alcohol can rarely affect his mind that can understand the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

And Xue'er rarely gets drunk, so naturally she can't talk about being awake and drunk.

"Cher's ......"

"Brother Changfeng......"

"You talk about ...... first"

"Brother Changfeng will say ...... first"

Luo Changfeng smiled: "Let's talk about it first." ”

Xue'er remembered the drunken scene of taking care of Luo Changfeng in the Tianxiang Pavilion last night, and now looking at the smile on Luo Changfeng's handsome face, she felt a faint tingling in her heart for some reason.

There is a sentence that Cher doesn't know whether to ask or not. Little Pixiu ran out of nowhere and ran into Xue'er's arms, and her little head seemed to be very nostalgic for the warmth and faint fragrance in Xue'er's arms. Xue'er hurriedly hugged it, stroked Xiao Pixiu's little tiger-like head and said.

"If there is anything you should not ask, you should not ask it if you ask it. Luo Changfeng looked down at Xue'er's eyes slightly and said.

"Brother Changfeng's family ......," Xue'er said without saying anything.

Luo Changfeng didn't expect Xue'er to ask this question. Because they have known each other for a long time, they only know each other's names, and even Luo Changfeng deliberately concealed his name, and Luo Changfeng was reluctant to mention the question of where his family or home was, and he would not ask.

It was no longer his wish to deceive his real name, and he didn't want to use another lie to fulfill this lie.

So he only knew that Xue'er's name was Yan Ningxue.

Now that he was suddenly asked about his family, Luo Changfeng felt a little abrupt.

He wondered if he had said something he shouldn't have said after he got drunk last night.

Luo Changfeng turned his head and looked at the front of the street.

The wide streets are filled with people of all shapes and sizes, but none of them are familiar.

Luo Changfeng didn't know what he was looking at.

Maybe it's the wind chimes hanging in the corner of the eaves of the pavilion somewhere, or maybe it's the ice cubes formed by the snow on the green tiles, or maybe it's both.

He was silent for a long time, walking in silence.

The atmosphere between the two was a little frozen and a little cold.

Xue'er knew that she had asked a question that she shouldn't have asked, and she became a little anxious.

She really didn't know what to do.

Growing up in the White Mansion Gate since childhood, although he has never stepped out of the capital of the Dayan Empire, he has always lived a life like a princess holding the moon in his solitary confinement.

has always been the maid and girl around her, and even her brother and father come to make her happy, but she has never had the experience of relieving others' worries.

Although her unpleasantness was not an emotion. It's just that I've been stuffy in Miyagi for a long time, and I unconsciously began to become silent, began to become sentimental, and began to become self-pitying.

In the deserted palace, she began to like to read.

She always finds one interesting story after another from the book, and she can see those interesting people from those interesting stories.

She even began to yearn for the mountains and rivers and humanistic customs recorded in the books.

She seemed to be able to see herself in a book.

Traveling freely between the heaven and the earth, taking a flat boat from the south of the sky to cross the Jiangling, and then stepping through the wonders of the seven states and the eight hundred sects, I heard that Tianxi is a ruined world, where there is a space gate to many unknown worlds, where there are many people from the other world left by the great war thousands of years ago, and the exotic style is very charming.

More importantly, the world in the middle of the Tianxi Mirror is the origin of Buddhism, and in the practice of the six-character gate in the world, Buddhism as a branch of the flow gate is always a little desirable.

Whenever she finds those beautiful verses from the Buddhist scriptures, she feels very happy.

But these books and stories that have accompanied him through those long and boring years, Brother Changfeng may not like them, right?

When she was anxious, Xue'er saw a crowd of people in front of a pavilion called Xie Anfang not far away.

A flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she suddenly remembered that the name Xie An had seen in a biography book.

Xie An described in the book is a big word man in the flow of words.

Not Confucian poems, but musicians' lyrics.

It is said that this person is the best at writing lyrics and essays for some opera theaters. Many of the stories and operas that circulate among the people today are mostly from his pen.

Therefore, theaters with the name of Xie Anfang are common everywhere in the world.

"Brother Changfeng come with me. ”

Xue'er didn't know where she got the courage, she actually took Luo Changfeng's hand and ran towards the crowded Xie Anfang door.

It wasn't until she squeezed into the attic that Cher panted and realized the wide palm she was holding.

She hurriedly let go of Luo Changfeng's hand.

Then he lowered his head in shame.

The smart eyes are spinning.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

Listening to the scene being staged in this theater, she suddenly remembered the purpose of her coming here.

"Brother Changfeng is here to wait for me for a while. ”

After saying that, she walked around the crowd and towards the backstage of the theater.

Luo Changfeng, who has followed his father to many places since he was a child, has naturally heard of Xie An's name.

Looking at the scene staged on the stage, it is rumored that Xie An's first opera "The Evil One" was made.

It is rumored that the fate of this story tells about a pair of infatuated men and women who love and kill each other is composed by Xie An's experience of making people by himself.

There is no evasion, the heroine of this story is called Chu Lian, and the male protagonist is called Xie An.

Luo Changfeng waited in the crowd in front of the theater for a while, although he was not in the mood to really watch the play and listen to the music, but he also knew the plot and ending of the story, and he knew that it was time for the heroine to appear.

In the midst of cheers and cheers, the heroine really appeared.

Luo Changfeng also subconsciously looked at the stage.

He didn't see any hostesses, he saw Cher.

A refreshed Cher.

A shocking Cher.

A Cher who doesn't know what words to use to describe the beauty of this time.

He believed that even Li Xingyun, a nerd, couldn't find the words to describe this beauty after reading all the books throughout the ages.

Even the rumored Xie An did not have such pen power.

Because this is not the view of the world.

Because no matter how perfect the pen is, it can only paint the scene of the world.

for he has been moved.

Because no matter how perfect the pen is, you can never remember the love of a moment.

Cher on the stage was a little nervous.

It was the first time she had danced in front of people.

For the first time, I danced alone for Brother Changfeng in front of the lively people.

There was a sound of piano on the stage.

Cher's dress flutters.

There are singers singing.

There is a joke murmuring: "I want to know you and live a long life......"