"Brother Ye, that bosom girl, I heard that she came from the Holy Domain, but as for which Holy Domain, I don't know. Lotte said.

In the eyes of the warriors of the Canglan Empire, there are only two kinds of warriors from the Holy Domain, one is the down-and-out person, and the other is the hidden person.

But the second type of people are very few in the Canglan Empire, after all, the Canglan Empire is not a good place to hide.

The Sanctuary has a total of nine outer and nine inner, and is divided into a total of eighteen Sanctuary.

Because the entire territory of the Sanctuary presents a spiral pattern, the outermost area is called the Ninth Sanctuary.

The Ninth Sacred Domain is the most downtrodden place in the entire Sacred Domain, but there is no shortage of strong people.

The warriors who came to the Canglan Empire in the Holy Domain could have a place to mix, but more than ninety percent of the warriors who came to the Sacred Domain from the Canglan Empire died in other places.

After all, this is a cruel world of the jungle.

"It doesn't matter where she came from, what I care about is whether I can see her face. Linghu Wuxuan said.

"What's wrong?" Ye Xingchen asked.

"Brother Ye, you don't know, that bosom friend girl, with a long bunch of purple-blue hair, eyes as green as a lake, and a delicate figure, but every time she appears, she covers her face with a purple veil, but ......"

Suddenly, Lotte's words took a turn and continued: "But every time she appears, she will make a promise, that is, to accompany you all night." ”

This "accompany you all night", of course, is accompanied by drinking and singing.

can also see her true face, but so far, no warrior can see her true face.

"The hero is sad to pass the beauty pass. ”

……

About half a pillar of incense, on the steps of the bosom friend pavilion, fragrant flowers appeared on both sides, and above the attic, it was connected by green vines, as if constructing a mural landscape scene.

Directly above the stairs, a guzheng is placed.

Suddenly, the warriors in the Bosom Friend Pavilion fell silent.

A woman in a blue-purple dress walked up the stairs from the attic to the zither.

Seeing this, Ye Xingchen looked at it, and the woman was indeed covering her cheeks with a veil, revealing only a pair of green eyes.

And her delicate posture makes people infinitely reverie.

The woman raised her left hand, as if playing a flower, then fluctuated the strings of the guzheng, and then said softly: "Let you wait for a long time, and then let the little woman sing a song." ”

As soon as her words fell, the plucked melody continued to emerge like a spring, and the sound of the piano was like the surging water of the Yellow River.

Suddenly, as soon as the woman in purple spoke, everyone was immediately attracted by this heavenly sound.

Completely selfless, and indulged in singing.

Alluring city is beautiful, red face is drunk, and you can enjoy the flowers together.

You pick the sword, I dance the city, and the gin is the song.

In front of the Loulan Pavilion, you are dancing lightly and the sword is all over the sky.

The cold wind is cold, and the face of the city smiles for you back then.

Love in dreams, thoughts in my heart, and never forget it years after year.

The flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, the withered pale face.

Spring flowers and autumn moons, read your three steps to compose poems extraordinary.

The prosperity is over, and the long night is goodbye to the city.

The interlude plays and sings, the flowers are similar every year, the people are different every year, the wind and clouds hit the heart, and the distance between life and death has been thousands of years.

With the last "millennium" falling, everyone's hearts could not be calm for a long time.

Even Lotte and Linghu Wuxuan were deeply attracted by this song.

I don't know how long it took, but everyone started talking.

"What kind of song is this, why is it so beautiful, but there is a feeling that I can't let go?"

"I've heard more than 100 kinds of melodies, but I've never heard such a heart-wrenching tune. ”

"She is worthy of Miss Yuyin of the Bosom Friend Pavilion, and she deserves to be the first singer. ”

The warriors present couldn't guess what kind of song this was.

Lotte blinked his eyes and asked, "Brother Linghu, Brother Ye, do you know what kind of song this is?"

Linghu Wuxuan shook his head and said: "I don't know, although I know a little bit about the piano sound, I still can't hear the melody of this matter, and there is always a feeling that I can't forget." ”

"Me too, it seems that if I hear it once, I will remember it for a lifetime. ”

"What about Brother Ye?" asked Lotte.

Just as Ye Xingchen was about to answer, on the platform, the woman in purple spoke: "Everyone present, if anyone can tell what kind of song this is, the little woman is willing to accompany you all night!"

Suddenly, everyone turned their heads and ears, but none of them could speak.

"See if there is any hope this time. ”

"I'm a hero, I'm sad to pass the beauty pass. ”

"Haha, I don't know if you're a five-tone, right?"

"You're so powerful, why don't you see what you say. ”

For a while, the bosom friend pavilion was noisy again.

And Yuyin on the platform looked quietly ahead, waiting for someone to be able to say this song.

"Allure lives up to its reputation, and it is sung by Yu Xuanji of Dongshenzhou, Miss Yuyin, am I right?"

The one who said this, of course, was Ye Xingchen.

Five hundred years ago, Ye Xingchen heard this song "Allure Lives Up to the Glory".

"Allure lives up?"

"How come I've never heard of it?"

"Hehe, how does this kid know about Yu Xuanji in Dongshenzhou?"

"Is it also an artist?"

After about thirty breaths, the woman in purple nodded lightly and said, "You're right, then do you know the meaning of this song?"

Speaking of meaning, I'm afraid Ye Xingchen understands more than Yuyin.

"A little bit of it. Ye Xingchen said modestly.

"Let's talk about it. Yuyin spread her hands and motioned for Ye Xingchen to say so.

At this time, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Xingchen.

Many of the martial artists present were alchemists, so they naturally knew Ye Xingchen.

After all, Ye Xingchen is the youngest sixth-grade alchemist in the Canglan Empire, although among the alchemists of the Canglan Empire, his reputation can only be regarded as average, and everyone still has some impressions of Ye Xingchen.

Hearing this, Ye Xingchen nodded and said: "The meaning of this song is a thousand-year-old love, when Yu Xuanji was a singer in Dongshenzhou, she met a son who was born in a martial god family, and the two walked together because of their love, but the good times did not last long." ”

Speaking of this, Yuyin asked eagerly, "And then?"

Ye Xingchen said again: "The son who was born in a martial god family, in order to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts, a thousand years, in the pursuit of martial arts, what he endured was not only the loneliness of martial arts, but also emotions. ”

After hearing this, everyone sank and took a deep breath.

"No wonder this song has such mixed feelings, a thousand years of waiting!"

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