On a sunny weekend, Yang Yu stood in front of the gate of Hanshan Temple with his hands in his pockets under the shroud of the morning light, since his cultivation had already refined and refined the Qi realm, Yang Yu naturally wanted to come over to retrieve the field where the ragged man almost punched him to death last time.

Yang Yu paced into the incense flourishing, solemn and quiet Hanshan Temple, the girl wearing aqua blue classical clothes, clear eyebrows, and embroidered shoes still caught his eyes as before, she was still the same as before, still brewing a pot of steaming tea in the gazebo.

Shuttling through the endless stream of pious worshippers, Yang Yu entered the pavilion with stone tables and stone benches, and sat next to the girl with a very temperament.

The girl didn't look at Yang Yu, she still focused on making tea in the cup with a mysterious technique, Yang Yu said indifferently: "Beauty, where is your junior brother? ”

Hearing Yang Yu's words, the girl couldn't help giggling, she didn't answer Yang Yu's words, but took out a guqin from behind the stone bench next to her and said: "Ordinary people play Yangchun Baixue with pipa, today I will use the guqin to play a song for you, if you can hear the meaning of the piano here, I will tell you where my junior brother is." ”

Yang Yu took out a Zhongnanhai from his pocket and lowered his head and lit it with a blonde and blue-eyed beauty lighter, he pretended to be deep and said: "Then you can play, I will listen to you, anyway, I am also a very elegant person." ”

The girl smiled and raised her fair-skinned jade fingers and began to pluck the strings, suddenly like dew drops of bamboo leaves, such as the clear sound of the ring of the ring came into Yang Yu's ears, and the girl sang a song "Half a Pot of Yarn" with her lips while plucking the strings with her bare hands.

Ink has entered the water to cross a pool of blue and white flowers,

Pick up five red glow and pick bamboo home.

The wind comes to bury a mulberry hemp,

Put down the acacia in a robe.

Ten miles of peach blossoms to be married,

The pearls of the phoenix crown are pulled into the hair.

Sandalwood brushes over the jade bracelet to make light yarn,

Leave a bud-colored tea empty.

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Yang Yu listened to the elegant piano sound intertwined with the girl's throat and elegant singing, and couldn't help but think of the twilight spring, the spring clothes are completed, the champion is five or six, the boy is six or seven, bathing, the wind is dancing, and he seems to be integrated into the artistic conception of this sentence.

With the sound of the girl's piano, Yang Yu seemed to come to a quiet and quiet bamboo forest, the sun was projected through the long bamboo leaves, at that time he saw the mottled, trivial and crumbled shadows, in the interweaving of light and darkness, Yang Yu felt the breeze in the forest blowing around him and drumming his clothes, like the sound of the piano that wept like a sigh seems to be interpreting a good time that has passed.

Immediately, the girl pressed the strings with her bare hands, and the style of the song suddenly changed like a silver bottle bursting, and the swords came out together, Yang Yu seemed to hear the winter snow melting, the spring water tinkling, and the white snow wrapped around the earth to kill everything, which was a kind of killing intent that made people cold as bone marrow.

Just as Yang Yu was immersed in the wonderful artistic conception of the sound of the qin, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the girl's red lips murmured: "Half a pot of green tea is acacia, and a light veil covers the red dust, now you must have gotten some opportunity to enter the realm of refining and refining qi, so why bother my junior brother, an ascetic who is not even a real person." ”

After the song, the cigarette in Yang Yu's hand had burned out, and he also woke up from the artistic conception of the sound of the piano, pursed his lips and said: "The girl's piano sound is so extraordinary, not like human music, presumably the girl is also a qi practitioner." ”

The girl took a sip of tea in the cup and said: "Since you have seen it, then I will compete with you on behalf of my junior brother, if I can win you, you can go out of my Hanshan Temple and don't trouble my junior brother." ”

Yang Yu, who said that she wanted the girl to throw the teacup in her hand suddenly, saw that the teacup was spinning rapidly in the air, and the tea leaves formed a whirlpool in the yellowish water and shot towards Yang Yu quickly.

Yang Yu had spent countless sleepless nights lying under the crape myrtle tree in his villa and pricking mosquitoes with golden needles, and the teacup in the air naturally became very big in his eyes, and for a moment Yang Yu felt that the girl's cultivation was not comparable to his own, and he was still very far away from her cultivation.

Unable to avoid it, Yang Yu opened his mouth and grabbed the celadon cup, only to see that his lips were cut by the high-speed rotating porcelain cup, and a drop of bright red blood fell on the celadon cup, and the pale yellow tea rendered a bright red.

Yang Yu raised his head with the porcelain cup in his mouth and drank the tea in the cup, and his face outlined a residual taste: "I came this time to have a discussion with your junior brother and see how powerful I am when I enter the realm of refining and refining qi, on the other hand, I want to come to meet the girl and drink a cup of tea to taste the ups and downs of life." ”

The girl pinched a piece of fresh green tea and put it in her mouth to smack the taste, she pondered for a moment and then said lightly: "My junior brother is in the back mountain, you can go, I hope you can let him live." ”

At this time, Yang Yu smiled indifferently and walked out of the pavilion and said, "I promise you." ”

The strange peaks behind the Hanshan Temple are dangerous, the strange rocks are craggy, Yang Yu saw the figure of the ragged man under the turbulence of a waterfall, he was at this time * facing the turbulent and sound of the water to play a set of brave and refined, tiger and tiger boxing techniques.

Yang Yu jumped around like a spirit monkey in the mountain stream, and soon reached the waterfall, and he clearly saw that the wound on the head of the ragged man who was opened by himself last time had healed.

When the ragged man saw Yang Yu coming, his eyes shot out like a falcon and suddenly jumped from under the waterfall to the shore, his body rushed towards Yang Yu like a ghost, and the ragged man pierced the air with a kick and kicked Yang Yu's lower abdomen with a strong wind.

Yang Yu jumped backwards as lightly as a tanuki and dodged the ragged man's sharp kick, but in an instant Yang Yu launched a counterattack, his figure roared like a wind whirling leaves, Yang Yu's clenched fist suddenly blasted countless punches towards the ragged man, and the dense fist shadow swept the ragged man like a storm.

The raindrop-like fists hit the ragged man intensively, and he suddenly felt like a lonely boat in the waves, as if it was about to capsize at any time, and the ragged man's figure was a little unstable and staggered backwards.

At this time, Yang Yu didn't make any more moves, he looked at the ragged man with a blue nose and swollen face and said, "Today, I will let you go in the face of your senior sister, and I won't care about what you wanted to kill me last time, I advise you to do it yourself." ”

After speaking, Yang Yu's figure jumped lightly between the mountain streams and left, the ragged man looked at Yang Yu's departing figure with red eyes and wiped away the blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and then the graceful classical girl walked up to him and said: "Senior brother, this person is full of luck, you must not argue with him again, otherwise you will definitely suffer." ”