This was followed by a flurry of soft cries.

Most of the cultivators present were not elegant and could not understand these words, but they all felt without exception that the aura that had just dissipated for a short time had gone and returned—this time it was not as domineering as before, but it was like a thread of silk, endless, like a breeze blowing on the face, and a stream cleansing, which was a completely different taste.

Seeing this, Yu Zhaozhong also stopped, standing at the top of the stairs, the expression on his face was a little complicated, as if he was thinking and digesting the scene in front of him.

Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, his mood quieted down with this word, and when he heard "the lonely man comes and goes, the ethereal lonely shadow", he remembered that over the years, every time he held the piano alone, went back and forth on Zijing Street, from Linglong Fang, to his own house at the end of the long street, just like the lonely Hong in the poem.

The road of cultivation is long, and what supports her is the deep hatred of the destruction of her family, but at this moment, the enemy is current, not only is she powerless, but she even has to be cautious, for fear that the enemy will see the clue and lose the opportunity to take revenge in the future.

Childe, Childe, only you know the hardships of Qingshan.

For a moment, she suddenly looked up, wanting to see Bu'an, but slowly turned her head back, closed her eyes, and tried not to let tears flow out of her eyes.

Then I heard a friendly voice in my ears again.

"Startled but turned back, there is hatred and no one to ...... Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to perch, and the lonely sandbar is cold. ”

When the words read, "Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to perch", the sound of the wind outside the window has sounded, and there are countless black shadows under the feet of the flowing shadows cast by the shuttle in the sky.

The black shadows flickered together, and when I looked closely, there was a sand gull in the night sky, hovering over the Wangjiang Tower. The sand gull seems to be very large, but the shadow cast is only a small condensed group.

On the river surface downstairs, at the same time, a white mist gradually appeared, obscuring the vision of the blood moon. In the mist, a milky white sandbar grows out of thin air, spreading from the foot of the Wangjiang Tower towards the canal.

Exclamations came and went, Bu An withdrew his gaze from the outside of the building, only to see that the entire restaurant, I don't know when, was overgrown with intricate ancient trees, branches running through the floor, growing in all directions in various strange postures.

All these visions are a condensation of poetry and aura!

And under these branches, Qingshan looked at Bu'an steadily, his face full of tears. Perhaps it was the sentence "Startled but turned back, there is hatred and no one is provincial" hit her, so that this beautiful pianist can no longer restrain herself.

However, in the face of this situation, Bu An seemed to be completely unmoved, as if he didn't see it, he glanced at it hurriedly, and his eyes finally fell on Yu Zhaozhong, and then walked towards him.

"It's noisy, it's quiet downstairs. "This is to ask Yu Zhaozhong to move downstairs to speak.

Yu Zhaozhong was determined, and in the face of this obviously somewhat unreasonable request, he only smiled slightly.

Bu An didn't care what his reaction was, he already had the principle of "aura does not leave outsiders in the field", not to mention this famous cheap man.

I saw him bypass Yu Zhaozhong and walk downstairs.

Liu Yu, the prefect of Yuezhou, couldn't help but be shocked when he saw him doing this, and felt that this scholar's talent was really superb, and he was really like the resurrection of a poet.

In the past six months, he didn't know how many times he had heard the name Bu'an, and every time he just felt annoyed, but he never connected this person with a talented man; until this time, in his heart, the "Seven Divisions of Buye" who was mixed in the city of Yuezhou, and the Tianmu Caizi who was the best poet in the south of the Yangtze River, the two completely different images were completely one.

Bu An walked past Liu Yu, treated him as if he hadn't seen him, and went straight downstairs, simply dumbfounded the people in the rivers and lakes present.

On the second floor, Hu Siniang, who hid in the corner at some point, was beating even more, and she was thinking vigorously in her heart: Little wrongdoer, little wrongdoer, you can scare my sister.

Walking in the middle of the crowd, Bu'an is like entering a no-man's land, and what is more interesting is that the phantoms of the strange trees and strange branches in this building also took the initiative to make way for him, and it seems that only he is the king here.

Yu Zhaozhong shook his head with a cold face, and finally followed.

Not long after, the two of them left Wangjiang Tower, and then walked aside, and the prefect Liu Yu and others stopped following with interest.

Bu'an walked dozens of steps away before Shi Shiran stopped and looked back at Yu Zhaozhong.

The emperor has given me the opportunity to marry your daughter, and you can't kill me the first time you see me, right? As long as you can't kill me, there will always be a time when I will pinch you in the future. Bu An smiled secretly in his heart, his face was very calm.

Yu Zhaozhong looked at him for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Today's matter, not an example. ”

Bu An didn't ask him what happened, he only shrugged his shoulders and said in his heart: Get out of your mother, you are a tiger again, Lao Tzu will clean up with your daughter in the future.

Yu Zhaozhong didn't know what he was thinking, but when this future son-in-law was like those rotten Confucians, sour and hard, he shook his head and said: "Youwei doesn't have a good impression of you, and I feel the same way today, but the emperor's grace is mighty......"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Bu An smiled and said, "I have a bad impression of your daughter, and I feel the same way about you." ”

The expression on Yu Zhaozhong's face became more and more cold, and he no longer quarreled with him, but asked, "Why did you notice it first on the day the Confucian thief assassinated the angel?"

It turned out that I was looking for the parties to investigate the situation...... Bu Anxin knew it, but he didn't want to tell the truth, so he avoided the important and said lightly: "I just want to do my best to be the landlord and invite the two adults to enjoy the scenery of 'light smoke and breeze' at night, who knows that I happened to avoid the assassin." ”

Yu Zhaozhong nodded, feeling that this was the truth. Secretly slandered himself: In order to invite officials for this rotten Confucian, Li Yue really touted it too much.

"Was there any other vision that night?" Yu Zhaozhong asked again.

Bu An thought for a moment and shook his head.

Yu Zhaozhong easily refused to give up, and asked a lot of things, and finally moved out of that cold tone again, threatening: "If what you said today is half untrue, don't blame me for killing my relatives righteously." ”

Bu Anzhong sneered, with an indifferent look on his face, and said boredly: "Is there anything else?"

Yu Zhaozhong dominates the world, where have I seen such a person who doesn't know the importance of it, and he is more and more dissatisfied with this "good son-in-law" of the imperial gift, and even a little disdainful.

"Young man, don't think that if you write a few poems, everyone in the world will have to let you. You haven't entered my house yet, and I don't want to discipline you. Hello for yourself. He spoke very slowly, not like the elders admonishing the younger who did not succeed, but like the official who treated the death row prisoners who were going to be beheaded after the autumn.

Bu An rarely became serious, nodded and said, "Thank you, I will keep these words in my heart." ”

After that, it wasn't until Yu Zhaozhong and his party walked away in a sedan chair that he frowned and thought: "The bald donkey doesn't look like a smart person." Do you say ......"

Thinking of what Qingshan said, Yu Zhaozhong framed her father and brought disaster to her family, Bu Anxin couldn't help but have a strange thought.

After a long time, he shook his head, not thinking about these things that were too far away.