The more Miss Wei thought about it, the more interesting she became, and she waved her hand and ordered: "Jinpeng Bird! From tomorrow, the matter of finding the ancestor will be left to you! I have other business!"

The middle-aged woman who turned into a Jinpeng bird guessed that what the young lady said was going to listen to a play on the street, and while whispering "yes", she glared at He Yinsheng and blamed him for talking too much.

She was a little resentful in her heart, and wanted to pick and choose from this mouse, and said in a low voice: "Yin Sheng, aren't you an official in Yuezhou, why don't you sit in court and go to listen to the story?"

Miss Wei felt that her question was reasonable, and she also looked at He Yinsheng.

He Yinsheng smiled and said, "This is all ordered by the young master of my family...... The young master said that when his little junior brother was practicing in Yuezhou, he asked me to watch and learn, saying that no matter how much I learned, it was my creation. ”

Jinpeng doesn't believe these nonsense. She thinks that this little scholar's story is quite interesting, but if she has to say that there is any deep meaning in it, it is a bit far-fetched, most likely this rat spirit is talking nonsense.

However, Miss Wei's perception is completely different. She was completely stunned by the scholar's handy hexagram today, and until now she has not figured out whether he calculated the hexagram or because of his extremely high eyesight.

This kind of incomprehensible and incomprehensible feeling, after hearing the evaluation of the young master of the Zhu family on this scholar, seems to have been confirmed and has become more unmistakable. What's more, ordinary cultivators don't have the ability to subdue demon pets.

At this time, she remembered the strange song that the scholar sang before leaving, "If you kill your soul, you will be thrown away, the gods will tremble, and the ghosts will tremble......"

The lyrics were so heroic that her hairs stood on end, and she felt that what she had done in the past seemed arrogant, but compared with this scholar, it was clearly a few layers behind.

finally met a like-minded person, she felt itchy in her heart, and felt that she had to do something to eliminate misunderstandings with this person and make good friends.

But in the past, only others came to talk to her, and she had never tried to take the initiative to make friends with people, and when she was a little helpless, she suddenly remembered that the scholar had looked at a woman holding a piano before leaving.

A smile that roughly meant "I understand" flashed on Miss Wei's face, and she asked, "Mouse spirit, you are familiar with the ground in Yuezhou! Do you know who the woman holding the qin is who walked on the street today?"

He Yinsheng was a little inexplicable, and was stunned for a moment before he realized what the other party was asking, and hurriedly said: "He is a great expert in music and rhythm, known as Mr. Qingshan, and he is quite famous in the Yuedi cultivation circle. ”

Miss Wei said happily: "Then you must know where she lives?"

He Yin was embarrassed: "I don't know about this......" When he said this, he caught a glimpse of Miss Wei's face and immediately changed his words: "But it's not difficult to ask! I'll ask tomorrow!"

Miss Wei didn't have such good patience, so she kicked He Yinsheng to the ground as soon as she raised her leg, shouting, "What are you waiting for tomorrow?!

Then he said to Jinpeng Bird: "You go with you! Catch this woman for me! Be careful not to hurt her! If it is broken, you will not be able to send it out...... No, you brutes, I'd better go myself!"

He Yinsheng was so embarrassed that he got up on the ground, and was picked up by the middle-aged woman who was turned into a Jinpeng bird, and at this time he was already so regretful that his intestines were almost green: knowing that this little ancestor was going to come to Yuezhou, he should have hid as far as he could!

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Far away from the downtown area, the Tsumomi River is built along the shore, in a quiet and elegant small courtyard, a woman known as Mr. Haruyama is holding her forehead, studying an ancient book by starlight.

In the shadows under the eaves, an old voice came: "Miss, it's the third watch." ”

Qingshan said softly: "Yingbo, you can rest first, and I'll read it for a while." ”

The old man standing in the shadows turned back into the house, lit an oil lamp, and walked over and placed it on the old wooden table in front of Qingshan.

Qingshan watched the pages light up, smiled sideways at the old man, and said, "Thank you, Yingbo." He buried his head in the stack of books again, and his slender white fingers traced the symbols on the sheet music one by one.

The old man she called "Shadow Uncle" walked back into the shadows with a blank face, as if only by staying there did he feel comfortable.

The early summer evening breeze gently blew the willow trees in the courtyard, and the flame of the oil lamp on the mottled wooden table in front of Qingshan stood upright, not moving. The dim firelight dyed the grass and stone paths and pond willows with a faint warm color, and the small courtyard was quiet and tranquil, just like the temperament of this woman reading music.

"I saw a storyteller outside Linglong Fang today, and he commented and sang very strangely, obviously not in tune, but it didn't sound particularly abrupt......"

Qingshan said to himself, as if he was explaining to Yingbo: "I see him holding the pipa horizontally, it seems to be a long-lost ancient method of playing, but he can sing it without clocks, Lu Bulu, and the twelve laws on this ancient score are very different, it is really strange." ”

When she said this, she suddenly remembered something, turned her head to look at the shadows under the eaves, and said, "Yingbo, have you ever seen a pipa played in ancient ways before?"

After a while, the old man's voice came from the shadows, not to answer Qingshan's question, but to remind softly: "Miss, someone is coming." ”

Before the words fell, the courtyard door was pushed open with a creak, and a little girl's voice rang out.

"Does Mr. Haruyama live here?"

Qingshan closed the pages of the book, pulled the guqin on the table in front of him, and said slowly: "The night is dark, if the guests have nothing important, let's come back tomorrow." She heard the girl's voice, just because she also came to study.

However, the girl at the door laughed and said, "What is more important than robbing the people's daughters!" she was saying, when a black shadow burst out from her side, rushing towards the shadows in the depths of the courtyard and under the eaves.

This girl is naturally Miss Wei, and the black shadow that sprang out of her jumped in the air and began to transform, the moment her arms stretched and waved, the golden feathers stretched out along the shoulders layer by layer, the momentum was extremely majestic, and the dull sound of flapping wings suddenly sounded in the air.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rapid sound of the piano like a shower, and I saw Qingshan's hands flying, plucking the strings of the guqin like a phantom, the sound of the piano seemed to be urging the army to move forward, and it was like the sound of swords when the two armies suddenly handed over.

The atmosphere was violently slaughtered, and the courtyard, which was quiet and leisurely just now, suddenly became full of shadows, as if an invisible army was coming on horseback!

This wonderful but imposing battle song, even if you meet a third-level realm cultivator such as Confucianism, Taoist Yushi, and Buddhist Zen Master, you can deal with it equally, but unfortunately it is not as simple as an ordinary cultivator who broke into this courtyard tonight.

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