"Qingwei Zhenren" was a little moved, as the head of the house, he naturally hoped that Wudang would flourish, he looked at the "old man Zizhu", and then looked at Fu Chenxue, seeing that they didn't say anything, he coughed and said: "Senior sister, Chenxue, they just came back, and it's not too late to talk about some things slowly...... I asked you to bring someone to help the master and uncle take care of them for a few days, but the result was good, you got into a fight with Yan Ran when you came here, and forgot all about business, how do you want me to say hello? ”

Qing Yao also knew that she was in a bit of a hurry, and smiled at the "Old Man Zizhu": "Uncle Shi, I have this stinky temper, I can say whatever I want in my heart, don't be angry." ”

"Old Man Zizhu" laughed: "You little girl has loved to take advantage since she was a child, and she grabs good things when she sees them, and after so many years, she really hasn't changed at all." ”

Everyone laughed, Qing Yao's cheeks were flushed, and she really didn't have a temper at all in the face of the "old man Zizhu".

Qing Yao immediately arranged for those disciples to do things, so that Lin Banxiang Qinghuang and Shen Ying had nothing to do, and coaxed Xue'er and Xiaoque'er to play on the side. Qing Yao saw that the two little things and the little white bear were hugging each other and rolling over, almost turning people over, she couldn't help it, and wanted to get close to Xue'er and Xiaoque'er. Who knew that when the two "little bits" saw her coming, they immediately threw themselves into the arms of Lin Banxiang and Qinghuang in a panic, and didn't let her touch them at all.

Qing Yao said deflatedly: "These two ghost elves, can't I hug them?" ”

Shen Ying smiled: "You look like 'Grandma Wolf', can they not be afraid?" ”

"Uh......" Qing Yao had no choice but to turn around and leave.

After dinner, "Qingwei Zhenren" accompanied the "Zizhu Old Man" to chat with Fu Chenxue and others for a while, and then left "Baoyue Peak" and returned to "Zixiao Palace". Maybe because of the excitement, except for Xue'er and Xiao Qi'er, everyone couldn't sleep, and after talking for a while, Feng Yanran said: "Senior brother, the moonlight is extremely beautiful tonight, such a beautiful scenery, why don't you play the piano and play a song, how about we accompany the master to have two drinks?" ”

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately received a response from Lin Banxiang and others, except for Qinghuang, everyone else here had not heard Fu Chenxue play the piano for a long time. At this moment, the empty mountain is silent, the moon is like water, the mountains are like a belt, the wild roses are quietly falling, on the "Hug the Moon Peak", the sky and the earth are as bright as a fairyland, the stars are wide and the plains are wide, the moon is surging and the river flows, even the mood of people is infinitely empty, it seems to be able to give birth to wings, soaring between the sky and the blue.

There is a cliff outside the purple bamboo forest, and there is a bluestone platform on it, with a radius of seven or eight zhang, which is the place where Fu Chenxue and Feng Yanran practiced martial arts when they were children. Lin Banxiang Qinghuang and Shen Ying worked together, lifted a small coffee table from the thatched hut, and put a few fresh fruits on it. The sake is brewed by the old man, collected flowers and wild fruits, and fermented with the clearest mountain spring on the "Baoyue Peak". The wine is not very strong, and it is full of strong floral fragrance, which is intoxicating. Lin Banxiang made a pot of "West Lake Longjing" for the old man, and everyone sat around the coffee table and listened to Fu Chenxue caressing the qin.

Fu Chenxue is as quiet as the bright moon, sitting cross-legged, with her hands in front of her knees, the whole person is like a flowing cloud, and like a blowing wind, giving people an extremely ethereal and ethereal feeling. Shen Ying saw that he was empty-handed, and said in surprise: "Where is your piano?" How can you play without a piano? ”

Qinghuang smiled slightly and said, "We listen to the fairy song tonight, how can we use the mortal qin?" ”

"What fairy song?" Shen Ying's eyes widened in surprise, thinking that Qinghuang was joking.

Qinghuang smiled silently. Fu Chenxue raised her hands and crossed the void, a white light flashed, and a simple and gorgeous piano appeared in his hand, the body of the piano was glowing with a faint and gentle white glow, which made people feel worshipped.

Shen Ying was taken aback and said, "Fu Chenxue, you actually know magic, how did this piano come about?" Feng Yanran's eyes widened in shock, he sat next to Fu Chenxue, and he didn't see clearly how this piano appeared. He has been with Fu Chenxue since he was a child, but he doesn't think that Fu Chenxue can do magic like Shen Ying, because his skills have reached the realm of "Waigang", and his divine sense and induction are definitely far beyond ordinary people - this piano is by no means simple, and the strings have not moved, there is a kind of soul-controlling magic.

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the "old man Zizhu", he was well-informed, and he could see at a glance that this piano was extraordinary. The old man didn't say anything, didn't ask, picked up the teacup and took a sip, the stars and the moon were setting in his eyes, and there was no end in sight.

Lin Banxiang was not surprised, she saw this piano for the second time, and in a trance it seemed to be back to that night, under the moonlight, plum blossoms and cold snow fluttered one after another.

Qinghuang was smiling, and there were crystal teardrops in the corners of his eyes. In her previous life, the woman named "Qingluan" guarded the "Phoenix Qin" and waited in the lonely temple for three thousand years. Now, "Phoenix Qin" has spent three years in the divine realm to recall her soul. She died because of the qin, and because of the qin, her past and present lives are connected with the blood of the "Phoenix Qin".

The "phoenix qin" fell in front of Fu Chenxue's knees, he pressed the strings with his left hand, and plucked it lightly with his right hand. Everyone's eyes widened, their souls were like a spring breeze, like drinking wine, floating immortals, and Shutai was incomparable. The song "Flying Immortals" resounded between heaven and earth. Ding ding dong, like a clear spring flowing; ethereal, like white clouds; Sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, like a pearl splashing; The shadow is sparse and oblique, like a half-moon dusk. One by one, the birds woke up, and the "fluttering edges" flew into the air, covering the sky and circling and flying. One by one, the beasts opened their eyes and focused on the vicinity of the cliff, crowded one after another, fascinated. Everyone is like a clay sculpture, as if the soul has left the body, wandering in the mountains and flowing water, and dancing in the cold and feathers. The wild roses, crape myrtles, shandandan and unnamed wildflowers all bloom all over the mountain, and the flowers bloom like the sea and the fragrance of the flowers is like a tide. The invisible sound waves turned into a little rain of light, submerging into the pores of the grass, trees, mountains, rocks, waterfalls, mountains and mountains. A large rain of flowers fell in the air, one after another, like a feast of the gods.

"Huh-" Qinghuang was the first to wake up from the sound of the piano and exclaimed softly. She saw that there was a little person beside Fu Chenxue at some point, about seven or eight inches tall, with a golden body, riding in a gorgeous carriage, the carriage was not much bigger than a palm, and the cart was pulled by two little red horses, with snow-white hooves, red as blood, and no miscellaneous hair. It is about four or five inches high, crystal clear, and vivid. The little man and the two little red horses were immersed in the sound of the piano, shaking their heads and shaking their heads, as if they were fascinated. This is the peerless fairy sound, this is the most beautiful natural sound, this song should only be in the sky, how many times can I hear it in the world?

Perhaps hearing Qinghuang's exclamation, "Old Man Zizhu" opened his eyes