On the morning of the second day, everyone sat in the Zhuming District of Four O'clock Town and had breakfast. Although it was said www.biquge.info was breakfast, it was not early, but Qing Huan and Ning Hao got up late and moved slowly, and the three of them came out late in order to wait for them.

Qing Huan took a sip of white porridge and wanted to make a bun for herself. But when the bun was far away, her chopsticks were raised in the air and hesitated. Then Yun Xiao stretched out his long arm and put a bun into the bowl for her. He was sitting next to her today, which was not the same as before. Qing Huan didn't sulk in his heart, and the boss was not happy, so he said to the lonely stream sitting opposite: "I don't want to eat buns, Xiaoliu will give me a fried dumpling." ”

Lonely Stream smiled and clipped one to her.

Yun Xiao glanced at her, then took the buns back from her bowl and ate them himself.

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, and said with a red face: "Aren't you Bigu!" ”

Yun Xiao didn't look at her, ate the bun by himself, and said, "I'm willing." ”

Qing Huan was almost so angry that he smoked.

In addition to Cheng Yao's indifference, Ning Hao and Lonely Liu's eyes kept wandering between the two of them.

After breakfast, the group went to the Baizang area. Along the way, Qing Huan didn't talk to Yun Xiao. Yun Xiao's words were originally few, but now he is inexplicably not treated by anyone, and he has no words.

When I arrived in the Baizang area, I saw that all the people on the street were wearing masks. Qing Huan was surprised at first, but after listening to Cheng Yao's explanation, he also understood.

Such behavior is naturally because of the biggest event in the town at four o'clock today - the Eight Music Society.

The Eight Tone Society has been wearing masks to attend for a long time. It is said that at first, it was because the organizer of a certain session did not know that the two invitees were in conflict with each other, and they were invited at the same time. These two people met at the eight-tone meeting, and they were very unhappy. The congregational people persuaded them that the Eight Sounds Society would meet its friends with sound, and that they only needed to bring their ears and pure hearts, so why mix so many different emotions. The world of music should be the most pure and beautiful.

Later, it is unknown how the two people developed, but this statement touched the hearts of many people at that time, and I don't know who arose.

In the past, although the Eight Music Meetings were also held in the Eight Music Building of Si Shi Town, it was rare to pick such a large number of people on a day and disclose the time and place to the public. And now this is the case, naturally because of the view held by this year's organizer, Murong Yunsheng, "real music should not be spring and snow, high and low."

The area in the Eight Tone Building is wide, and those who are not invited can also go to listen. In this way, it naturally attracts a lot of music lovers, and even some music nerds - if you can't understand music, it's good to go and admire the demeanor of the immortals. Just the demeanor of Murong Yunshang, Yin Chenjue, Yun Chuxiu, and Yi Lonely is enough to be overwhelmed by the world.

In short, the tradition of wearing masks has been spread, and vendors with their own nimble minds have sniffed out business opportunities, and masks are sold all over the Tibetan region, and even those who do not go to the Ba Yin Festival have become a fashion today.

Qing Huan and the others were very happy - such five people walking on the street were too eye-catching, so they could avoid a lot of attention. Each of the five men picked a mask and put it on, covering most of their faces, revealing only the area below their mouths. Then go to the Eight Sound Tower. The outside of the Bayin Building was very lively, and everyone was wearing masks, so Qing Huan was a little worried that he couldn't find the second brother, and he originally agreed to meet outside the building.

Whoever wants to be close to the door is a green and a white figure with a long body and a jade body, even if the face is different from others, it can be noticed at a glance. Without looking at his face, Qing Huan could also recognize that it was a stain of dust and a ritual cultivation. Naturally, the two of them also recognized them, and when everyone saw each other, they rejoiced, and went to the Eight Music Building together.

Outside the building, there were people who greeted each other, and when they saw the crowd coming, they came forward to ask if there was an invitation. Although you can also enter without a post, the treatment is different. Cheng Yao, Gongyi Xiu, and the three of them each gave out invitations, and Qing Huan saw that this post was plain but not ugly, and the decoration was simple but elegant, which was really very attractive.

Chengyao was close to her, and she suddenly saw that the name written on the post was not Miyagi Yao, but "Yushu Gongzi", and then looked at the second brother's post, it was not "Gongyi Xiu", but "Mr. Ruiqing". When it comes to a stain of dust, it is indeed a stain of dust.

Qing Huan felt curious, and while following everyone inside, he asked Cheng Yao. Cheng Yao said, just like wearing a mask, most of the invitees to the Eight Music Society do not use worldly names, but give themselves nicknames. At that time, Murong Xianzun asked him, but he only reported "Yushu", but the word "childe" was added to him by Murong Xianzun himself. The same is true of "Mr. Ruiqing" of Gongyi Xiu, originally it was just "Ruiqing", and then in the eight-tone post sent, there were more words "Mr", which was naturally Murong Xianzun as a sign of respect.

Qing Huan smiled at Gongyi Xiu: "Ruiqing...... These two words are really in line with the second brother. ”

Gongyi said: "In this way, I would like to thank my friends for giving this nickname, which is really a false praise." ”

Qinghuan Fang Xiao originally took the word "Ruiqing" from a stained dust, and then asked: "Then why is Senior Brother Chen's post written 'a stained dust'?" ”

A dyed dust said: "Because once it is dusty, it is already my number, and it is a gift from the master." In fact, many of the names of the Immortal Venerables we have heard now, such as 'Moon Man', 'Cloud Out of Xiu', and so on, have been spread from the Eight Music Society. Everyone has called it a lot, and they are used to calling it that way in the past. ”

Qing Huan was stunned, and then remembered that there was a piano called "Jiao Feng" in the dust, which was also handmade by Yinchen Immortal. There is a word "dust" in the name of the two, which shows that the sound dust is absolutely loved by dust, which is really extraordinary. With such a master, Senior Brother Chen is really happy. Qing Huan was envious.

While speaking, everyone had arrived at the lobby of the Eight Sound Building. Although the lobby is wide, it is already crowded. Invited people sit around the center, with complete chairs and fragrant tea. Those who were not invited had to stand on the edge and watch, and when they came a little later, they had no seats and had to stand last.

Qing Huan saw the sound at a glance. Although he was wearing a mask, his delicate chin exposed outside the mask still made her notice him immediately. Yin Chen's body is still covered in fur, which is one of the reasons why he is so easy to recognize. But perhaps because there are many people today, the fur on his body is not as thick as he saw in Xunfang in Surabaya that day. The crowd followed a stain of dust and saluted the sound dust. Sounddust beckoned them to take a seat beside him.

Qing Huan and the others were still a little embarrassed, but since they were invited by Yinchen Absolute Immortal Venerable, they were not polite. The other immortals were accompanied by three or two disciples, but there was only one person beside Yin Chen, and it was still a post that he was invited, and it was not too much for them to help him occupy some positions to support the scene. Qing thought happily. Looking at the Immortal Venerable again, because they were all wearing masks, Qing Huan could only vaguely recognize one person, and it seemed that she had been invigilated three times, and no one else knew who was who.

At this moment, a deep and desolate sound rose in the Eight Tone Building, and the noise stopped. (To be continued.) )