"This is Lingyue, what's the matter, Your Excellency Fanyin also knows her?" Dong Aotian asked. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Your Excellency!" Shen Mengdie interrupted again.

This is Dong Aotian was a little angry, frowning and looking at her.

Everyone in the audience was a little surprised, this daughter of Shen Guogong has always been dignified and intelligent, and she is a female genius of Dongjingguo, but how can she be so disrespectful on such an important occasion?

Shen Mengdie didn't care about those eyes, she glared at the "Northern Prism Moon" that attacked people and turned into "Your Excellency, but you don't know, this Prengyue County Lord has no inheritance of King Su's factor at all, and it doesn't matter if he can't open the spiritual vein, but his body is weak, and he can't even cultivate basic martial arts!" ”

Bei Lingyue looked at Shen Mengdie so hard to introduce herself funny, and felt that this woman was still a little cute.

"The immortal demeanor of the Lingyue County Lord, Ling Zai is impressed, and I may be able to help me with the matter of cultivation, which can be regarded as a meeting gift for the Lingyue County Lord and King Su."

"What!" Shen Mengdie's eyes widened and she looked at her in disbelief.

Did you praise her? Why does His Excellency Sanyin say that she is an immortal? Why do you want to help her cultivate??

"Your Excellency Fanyin, she's a waste!" Shen Mengdie was unconvinced and pointed at the attacker.

"That's it!" Shen Tinghao, who had not spoken, finally stopped her movements.

"Aren't you ashamed enough?"

"Father......" Shen Mengdie put down her hand and looked at Shen Tinghao aggrievedly.

Shen Tinghao didn't look at her again, stood up and bowed to the east, "The old minister has no way to teach, please forgive your majesty!" ”

Dong Aotian waved his hand, "Eh...... Nothing to do, no need to be bound by etiquette. ”

"But Your Excellency Fanyin, what you said about helping Lingyue cultivate, is it true?"

Not only was he surprised, but everyone present, including Beisu, was very surprised, they thought that although this Sanskrit Yin was indeed the pride of heaven and talented, it couldn't be too much.

Helping a waste who can't cultivate and allowing her to regain her spiritual veins is simply a fantasy!

Unless......

There is a profession that comes to mind in almost everyone's mind.

Alchemist!

That's right, alchemist is a rarer profession than spirit master, in the entire continent, one spirit master can be produced in a thousand people, but it is difficult for one person in ten thousand people to have the talent to become an alchemist!

Because spirit masters are scarce, most people make a living from martial arts, and joining the mercenary guild is the way for samurai to survive, doing things for those who have money, hunting magical beasts, and even killing ......, they can get a lot of profits from it.

However, there is no mercenary who is not injured, and they do not have the spiritual power to heal themselves, so they have achieved another profession - alchemist.

Alchemists are different from ordinary physicians, what they refine is medicines that can instantly restore physical strength and enhance combat effectiveness, and treating wounds is almost a piece of cake for alchemists.

Alchemists are also very sought after by spirit masters, although spirit masters can use spiritual power to heal their own injuries, but when they encounter larger injuries, they are helpless, and the medicine of the alchemist can not only treat their wounds, but also have the best elixir to enhance spiritual power, the higher the level of the alchemist, the higher the level of the elixir refined.

Thinking of this, they all shook their heads in their hearts, this Venerable Sanskrit Yin is already a peerless genius, if he still has the talent of an alchemist, wouldn't it be a pervert?

But when Bei Lingyue said those words, everyone's heads were dizzy.

"I also like alchemy, maybe I can help Princess Lingyue."

Cough......

The hall fell silent for a moment, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the ground.

Everyone's expressions froze, as if they had been stimulated by something.

After a while, loud laughter erupted.

"Ahh Dong Aotian said two good things in a row, which shows the excitement at this time.

"The arrival of His Excellency Fanyin simply makes me shine brightly!"

"In order to show my warm welcome to His Excellency Fanyin, I would like to invite immortals to perform for His Excellency Fanyin!"

As soon as the words fell, a group of dancing girls suddenly came slowly in the hall, with graceful posture and charming smiles, all of which made men salivate.

The sound of the piano sounded, melodious and tactful, and Bei Lingyue was instantly attracted, sad and desolate, which made her unconsciously think of Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell".

There was a hint of surprise in her eyes, this song seemed to be completely composed for Yulin Ling.

Everyone was intoxicated, immersed in this bleak and desolate situation.

And Bei Lingyue found that there was no one playing the piano in this hall at all, and the sound of the piano was like a faint song from a tall building in the distance, which was intoxicating.

A touch of fragrance poured down, the black long cloth spread from the entrance of the hall, a man sat on the ground, slender and well-proportioned fingers played on the antique piano, to the surprise of Bei Lingyue, he was already sitting, but gradually came to the middle of the hall.

The man has black and vertical hair, oblique and straight sword eyebrows, slender black eyes, thin and lightly pursed lips, angular outlines, white clothes covering the slender and tall body, like an eagle in the night, cold and arrogant but grandiose, and the strength that exudes arrogance and independence is arrogant.

is obviously playing the piano, and Bei Lingyue feels that this man has a unique momentum.

And what is completely different from his temperament is that he is playing such a graceful tune with feelings, giving people a visual difference, but not feeling contradictory.

The ladies were all looking at the man with red faces at the moment.

Bei Lingyue looked at the man in white and always felt a little familiar.

She was intoxicated with this song, and remembered the artistic conception of Liu Yong's creation of this song, and couldn't help but read it:

"The cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The tent of the capital is empty. The nostalgia was urged by Lan Zhou, holding hands and looking at the tears, but he was speechless and choked. Thinking of going to a thousand miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, it is even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival. Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to. ”

After listening to Bei Lingyue's words, Changsheng's hand playing the piano paused, and his eyes were a little surprised.

And Bei Lingyue didn't realize it, she closed her eyes slightly, covering up the nostalgia in her eyes.

She remembered that this poem was still when she was practicing in her previous life, Gu Ying broke in and shyly handed her a collection of Song Ci, and at that time she was interrupted from practicing, and it was when she was upset, so she threw the book casually and pushed him out.

At that time, Gu Ying was really good to her, but she only thought about cultivation in her heart, and only thought about becoming a person who could make her master proud.

But ignore the ancient shadow of pure love at that time.

Now that she's crossed over here, she's figured out a lot of things.