Ning Hao came back from Wugudang and brought back breakfast for Qing Huan, but he didn't wake her up. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Qinghuan felt her meticulousness and praised her well. The two girls laughed and laughed, and the distance was a little closer.

When Qing Huan was lying on the desk writing her "experience", the night silence came. There is no need to go to class for the next half a year, if it was in the past, the two of them would not know where to fly to play, for the current little leaf, Lone Liu said that he was not used to it, but he couldn't do it, Lai was holding a novel in the room of the two to read, which frequently attracted Ning Hao's hateful eyes.

Ning Hao's level among the disciples is neither high nor low, although he doesn't work very hard, but he is by no means the kind that can rank among the best by casually playing soy sauce like Ye Qinghuan in the past. But Ning Hao's eyes are open, and he is never jealous of the two of them, and when he is playing, he likes to talk about loneliness.

In the evening, Qing Huan went to the sea of sweat and smoke to find Qingfang Xianzun to hand in his homework, and then the beautiful day slipped away quietly.

At night, Ning Hao and Qing Huan chatted for a while and then fell asleep, Qing Huan nibbled on "Determining the National Policy", saw that the time was almost up, and quietly went out. When I went out, I was still thinking, it would be nice if the second brother was here, what is the national policy, let the second brother tell him about it. But aren't they Xianmen disciples? Why study this?!

Is...... Tears choked.

With the lesson of last night, Qing Huan specially put on an extra piece of clothing when she went out today, and then she walked to the edge of the mirror park and got on the Feidu Covered Bridge. The smoke on the lake has not dispersed for many years, and it is impossible to see the situation on the lake at all. But she did not come today to see, but to hear.

The sound of the piano, heard overnight, actually made her think about it for a long time, and chew wax with everything she eats. I only prayed that the violinist in the center of the mirror would still play there tonight, and let her listen to it again, even once.

When she crossed the covered bridge, she walked lightly and slowly along the east bank to the north. Yesterday, I don't know if she took the liberty of disturbing the pianoist Yaxing, but today she is extremely cautious and does not dare to make the slightest sound.

Then, at last, she heard the fairy voice that penetrated her heart again.

For more than a year since she lost her memory, her heart has been shrouded in a layer of fog, indescribable, unclear, the truth seems to be behind the fog, but it always does not let people see the truth, such a taste, as if stepping on the void, palpitations but powerless.

Only in the sound of the piano does she seem to be able to find herself. Or, it's to find a shadow that overlaps with the past.

Then the sound of the piano in her ears at this time, like the gentlest wind and the clearest spring in the world, blew away the obstacles in her heart bit by bit, cleansed, and at that moment, she seemed to know who she was, knew who Ye Qinghuan was, and suddenly understood the meaning of her existence......

Qing Huan sat on the ground, and didn't dare to approach, just quietly listening to the sound of the piano from the Jingpo Center. It wasn't until the other party finished playing the song that she went out for a long time before she left satisfied, and her heart was much more steady.

The second day is Shangyuan.

On this day, some people are looking forward to it, some people are nervous, some people are meaningless, and some people are indignant, fearing that the world will not be chaotic.

Qing Huan was pulled by Ning Hao and Lonely Flow to "listen to the waves" to bask in the sun.

The large open space between the male and female disciples' rooms is a public area for the daily activities of the disciples, with many tables and chairs, which are very suitable for self-study. Of course, it's not bad to play chess or something.

Then, Qing Huan met many people who complained about her, and naturally said "Drinking Autumn Dew" and "Moon Dream Qinghua Dance", all of which said that Drinking Autumn Dew snatched the glory that should have belonged to her.

Qing Huan had a headache, and while a group of people were leaving, she asked Lonely Stream to go to the forest with her to practice swords, and Lonely Stream naturally accompanied her. Night Silence's sword skills are second to none among the disciples, even better than Yun Xiao and Miyagi Haruka. This is also an important reason why he "eats and waits for death" all day long, and can still be in third place. Sometimes, talent is such an infuriating thing. As for eating and waiting for death, it was Qiantang Immortal Venerable's personal evaluation of his behavior......

In short, the two of them practiced for a day, but the night silence was quite attentive, and Qing Huan's progress was also very fast, every time Ning Hao came to see them, he could find that Qing Huan had taken a small step forward.

During the break, Qing Huan looked at the young man's sweaty cheeks and asked him, "Why do you wear such an earring?" ”

Night Silence asked rhetorically, "Isn't it pretty?" ”

Qing Huan stared at the ruby on his left earlobe for a while, and said with a smile: "It seems to be pretty good-looking......"

The boy laughed too. It's a bit fierce when you're not smiling, but when you laugh, it can melt people's hearts. But when the two were together, she rarely saw him not smiling. "Actually, it's not that I want to wear it, but this thing has been growing on my ears all along......"

Qing Huan didn't believe it, so he picked it with his fingers, and didn't pick it off after a few strokes, but Lone Stream covered his ears and shouted in pain, and said bitterly: "Xiao Yezi, why are you still the same as more than ten years ago, when you see me, you come to pull this thing on my ear?" ”

Qing Huan smiled: "Isn't it ten years, how come it has been more than ten years?" ”

Silent Flow blinked, "Guess." ”

Qing Huan didn't take it to heart.

Night, eventually, falls.

Most of the disciples went to the outside of the main hall to watch the sacrifices, but Qing Huan didn't, because she felt that she would be somewhat embarrassed if she went. Ning Hao and Lonely Liu could go or not, so they also accompanied her.

The three of them were sitting outside the house while admiring the moon, while eating the private snacks that Ning Hao brought back from Zhenguo, but they were also happy. But in the second half, Ning Hao suddenly said, "If we don't go deliberately, won't it seem too stingy?" ”

As soon as Qing Huan heard the reason, he was still more or less a lively person who loved to join in the fun, and dragged the two of them forward. Silent Stream shook his head and lamented, "Women are really fickle......"

Flying smoke mirror park main hall.

The seven exquisite girls danced and left the stage, and unsurprisingly received full applause.

However, one of the people in the seat said to the Qing dialect: "The sound of this year's moon dance seems to be very different from previous years. ”

Qing Fang smiled: "Senior brother, do you want to listen to Cheng Yao Fuqin?" ”

"You're still like that." The speaker pointed to the audience and said with a smile, "We old guys, we came to you with our eyes, how many people are not here to listen to that kid's song, but here, you and the boss still have to hide their secrets." ”

The palm seat in his mouth is the first divine sword in the fairy world, Beiqun Manshuo, and now it is also the first leader of the entire Luojia Heaven.

Beiqun Man said with a smile: "Senior brother, you have wronged me by saying this. Since you senior brothers have this Yaxing, Qingfang, quickly send someone to call Chengyao over. ”

A moment later.

Qing Huan and the three of them walked to the sea of sweat and cattle smoke, and then went forward, which was the main hall of Luojia where the sacrificial activities were being held.

The faint sound of the piano suddenly appeared in the hall, like the wind singing, like the moon, in short, the strings moved, Qing Huan could not move half a step......