The guqin is played lightly, the music is melodious, with the vigor of pine and bamboo, and the rhyme of green cypress is stored for a long time. There is no lingering sympathy for children, only the cranes cry to themselves, the clouds are rolling, sprinkled with different worlds, clear and clear.

The woman playing the piano was covered by all her grace, quietly staring ahead, her eyes full of admiration, and she took in the scenery, and her fingers and strings were played freely, and the music flowed.

The sword light is in the wind, like a river of autumn water, rippling clear waves, like a whisper, accompanied by a breeze, clean and transparent, beautiful to the extreme, but ruthless, sparkling, uninhibited in the heart.

If the first sword light is amazing, it is a hermit master, exquisite-hearted and alienated, although the second sword light is not as good as it, it is also unusual.

The shadow of the crane passes over the yellow hedge, the clouds are faint, the blue water is light, and the sky is sitting down to watch, although it is very interesting, it is not the world.

The difference is obvious, but they don't realize it when they look at it together, the swordsmanship of the two is not bad, Zhong Huaiqing is just proficient, Xia Zhi has been concentrating on swordsmanship for many years, and he is a rare person in swordsmanship, and he dances with each other, which is pleasing to the eye.

At the end of the song, the sword was put into the sheath, and the two still felt that the tune was slowly echoing in their ears, clear and lofty, and sparse and light.

Such a clever skill surprised Xia Zhi, his master's piano skills are superb, frankly speaking, it is still inferior to this girl. Looking at the Zhong Huaiqing in front of him, even if he is about the main cultivator, his swordsmanship is still good, are all monks all-rounders?

I don't know what my monk friend is called, but he is said to be the senior brother of a certain sect, and he usually jokes that he doesn't mind it.

He has a good Taoist skill and swordsmanship is not bad, and he can also play the flute to accompany him, and the flute sound is beautiful.

Intellectually, he knew that the people he met were probably the best of his generation, but the monks who knew everything were young and versatile, so it was difficult for him not to think too much.

pressed his own thoughts, the age of girls is a secret, especially girls in the cultivation world, this is the blood and tears of his friends, and he must not touch thunder.

Even if you are curious about Yu Qingchen's age, you can't ask, at most, you can test Zhong Huaiqing later.

Secretly rubbing the Xia Zhi who wanted to be a big death, no one could see it, Zhong Huaiqing learned that this good-looking, good-looking, good-looking swordsman, little brother had no money to go to, so he generously invited someone to stay at the inn where he lived.

There are many empty rooms, and there is a small courtyard nearby that has not been rented out, Zhong Huaiqing, who has adapted to the life of a local tyrant, can't bear to see such a character living in a broken temple, so he simply paid a month's worth of silver on his behalf.

Yu Qingchen has no opinion on this, it's better than when someone who doesn't know the root of the matter will live in, her perception of this little boy is still good, and money is nothing.

It's just a little curious why people who are penniless and poor, who only eat salt even if they eat game, and can't even afford rice can keep their clothes neat and clean, and heroic.

Well, it inevitably poked someone's sore feet, so she chose not to say a word. People who can't even afford to buy cakes still have jade brocade clothes and gorgeous shirts and crowns, and it is not easy for swordsmen to die to save face and suffer to such a point.

The swordsman who relied on selling his hue to keep his clothes bright and salty buns didn't know Yu Qingchen's curiosity.

After Xia Zhi learned about the real money contributor in his residence, he had never seen a swordsman with a lot of money, so he only felt that Gao Shan looked up, and he didn't dare to ask Yu Qingchen's name.

Fortunately, he didn't ask, even if Yu Qingchen didn't care about this offense, Zhong Huaiqing, who was originally good with his brothers, would definitely change his face.

Speaking of which, he relied on swordsmanship to attract the attention of the gold owner, and then had the act of giving good food and drink attached to the house, although it was not intentional, it can also be classified as a performing art