Half an hour later.

Falling Flower Courtyard.

With the breeze blowing, the sound of the wind seems to be singing shallowly, and the water waves are like a compass, spreading under the rolling of the fish.

Falling flowers are covered in the path, making people feel a delicate feeling when they step on it.

Looking ahead, a Wuhu pavilion came into view.

There are singing and dancing all around, and there is an endless stream of people watching.

Coming here makes people feel elegant and comfortable.

"Young Holy Lord, can I listen to the music?" asked the beautiful woman.

"That's fine. Fang Hao nodded.

The beautiful woman pointed to the upper left, and then said, "Ahead is the Suzune Pavilion." ”

After that, the beautiful woman took Fang Hao straight to the attic in front of her.

In fact, Fang Hao is not good at bosom friends, just let him listen to it.

"Where are the two of them now?" Fang Hao asked.

Of course, he was referring to the two Holy Emperors who had returned to the Ancient Sanctuary with him.

The beautiful woman said, "Young Holy Lord, didn't they greet you?"

Fang Hao said: "No. ”

The beautiful woman said, "Maybe they have gone to see the old man." ”

"Old man?" Fang Hao asked.

The beautiful woman said, "The young holy lord doesn't know that I and them, as well as an old man, are married to Jinlan. ”

"The old man you are talking about, it shouldn't be the fall, right?" Fang Hao asked.

The beautiful woman nodded and said, "Yes, one hundred and seventy years ago, it unfortunately fell. ”

She didn't say it very carefully, presumably she had an unusual relationship with the fallen old man.

Fang Hao asked, "From your tone, I seem to be able to hear that your feelings for that old man are not ordinary?"

The beautiful woman said bluntly: "It's not ordinary. ”

"Then aren't you going?" Fang Hao asked.

The beautiful woman said, "I spent the night yesterday in Crape Myrtle Valley. ”

What she meant was that she had spent the night in front of the tombstone of the fallen deceased last night.

"It's rare to have a lot of confidants in life, right?" Fang Hao asked.

"Yes, hundreds of years have passed in a flash, but people are looking forward after all. ”

The beautiful woman's words changed and said: "Young Holy Lord, you will always meet some people who are worthy of righteousness in this long martial arts, thinking back to the past, the four of us did tasks together and explored the holy realm together, and the days have tasted the ups and downs, but most of them are happy times." ”

"That's good. Fang Hao responded.

Saying that, Fang Hao and this beautiful woman came to Lingyin Pavilion together.

In front of the attic door, the jingling wind chimes ring in your ears, giving you a sense of comfort and relaxation.

"It turned out to be Shengyinzi. ”

"Your appearance flattered the old man!"

The man who said this was an old man who looked very old.

Hearing this, the beautiful woman stopped and said: "I haven't touched a musical instrument for a hundred years, and I really don't dare to take the title of Shengyinzi." ”

"Who is this son?"

The old man just glanced at it, and vaguely guessed Fang Hao's identity.

"Could it be ......"

The old man's pupils showed a look of surprise.

The beautiful woman said, "Yes." ”

Seeing this, the old man immediately gave Fang Hao a big gift.

After all, Fang Hao was the young saint master of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Domain, not to mention the pavilion master of a small Lingyin Pavilion in this Falling Flower Region, even if he was the leader of the major regions, he had to salute when he saw him.

Fang Hao waved his hand and said, "The old-timers are not more than saluting, we are here to listen to the tune." ”

"Inside, please!"

The old man also saw Fang Hao's thoughts, and he didn't want to cause too much of a sensation.

Therefore, he did not have the honorific title of Fang Hao, letting people know that Fang Hao was the Young Saint Lord of the Ancient Ancient Sacred Domain.

But he still entertained Fang Hao and the beautiful woman very warmly.

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The third attic of Suzune Pavilion.

There are all kinds of musical instruments here.

Not only that, but in this third attic, there are even a lot of musical scores.

Obviously, this third attic is for hospitality, or only respectable people can come here.

The beautiful woman walked to the second floor with the pavilion master of the Suzune Pavilion first.

And Fang Hao was left alone on the third floor.

Obviously, the beautiful woman is asking people to arrange the show.

Since Fang Hao is here to relax, then he must be thoughtful.

From the rest of Suzunkaku, the sound of music was heard leisurely and comfortably.

"This is indeed a pure land!"

For those who kill hearts, it is definitely a pure land.

It is true that musical instruments can cleanse people's minds and anger.

Suddenly, Fang Hao turned around and saw a woman with a beautiful figure walking up to the third attic.

When this woman saw Fang Hao appear here, she was slightly surprised.

"Who is Childe and why is he here?" the woman asked.

Fang Hao said: "My name is Fang Hao, and I am here to make a song." ”

Hearing this, the woman said truthfully: "If you listen to the music, you should be downstairs." ”

"Can't you listen to music here?" asked Fang Hao.

The woman said, "This is the place where the sound is found. ”

"What do you mean?" Fang Hao asked.

As soon as Fang Hao's words fell, he saw another person walking up towards the third attic.

It was the old man who came here.

"Guan'er, you are not allowed to be rude to the young holy master!"

"Young Holy Lord!" the woman reacted immediately.

Only at this moment did she know that what appeared in front of her was the Young Holy Lord of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Domain.

But she couldn't understand why the Young Holy Lord came back here?

But she couldn't afford to think about it anymore, because she didn't dare to think about it.

Seeing this, the old man looked frightened, walked in front of Fang Hao, and was about to kneel, but was stopped by Fang Hao spreading his hands.

But the old man still gave up his hand and said: "Young Holy Lord, the little girl is ignorant, if there is anything offensive against her, please forgive me." ”

"It's nothing, I just had a chat with her. Fang Hao said.

"Guan'er, why don't you come to make amends to the young holy master?" the old man snorted solemnly.

The woman didn't dare to slack off, and immediately knelt down and apologized: "Young Holy Lord, forgive Wan'er for being ignorant, and please forgive the Young Holy Lord for the offense just now." ”

Fang Hao slowly exhaled and said, "I'm here to listen to the music." ”

Hearing this, the woman immediately said, "Young Holy Master, if I sing a song for you, I should make amends for your sins, is it feasible?"

Fang Hao spread his hands and said, "Yes." ”

In fact, Fang Hao really didn't want to blame her, and she only said those words unintentionally, and it was just ordinary words, and there was no such thing as not offending.

At this time, the woman was holding a guqin and sat in front of Fang Hao.

Fang Hao asked, "Your name is Guan'er?"

The woman nodded lightly and replied, "Yes, my name is Qin Guan'er." ”

"At the age of eighteen, the person who understands the ninth-order rhythm must be talking about you, right?"

It was not Fang Hao who said this, nor the old man, but the beautiful woman who came up from the attic.