It was quiet all around, and the occasional insect chirping sounded, but it seemed that the surroundings were becoming more and more silent and clear. Qing Ling probe looked all the way forward, until he reached the door of the Bichen Pavilion, and did not find the whereabouts of the mysterious son.

Remembering that the rooms were on the top floor, she crept up the stairs and, sure enough, caught a little light in the depths of the corridor.

The mussel beads in the room are soft as water, and the figures are reflected on the lilac screen.

The man had light hair and a leisurely posture, and he held a book in his hand, as if he were reading it intently.

Qing Ling stared at the figure for a long time, and somehow, he was a little stunned.

After a while, the people in the room put down the books in their hands, slowly stood up, and walked towards the door.

Qing Ling woke up suddenly, and subconsciously pulled his legs back, but he couldn't help but stumble and sat on the ground.

In a panic, she spread out her palms, silently recited the secret of her heart, and took out the organ that was sealed inside.

The organ is the most skillful instrument she has used to practice the art of killing music since she was a child, and its power should not be underestimated.

Uh, wait a minute,

Sound killing?

Why should I use sound killing? Why do you want to unblock the organ?

Qing Ling's mind was messy, but seeing that the people in the house had already walked to the door, he didn't dare to hesitate.

She took a breath, removed the ban, plucked the strings with her fingers, beat the strings urgently, and used her spiritual power to send out the sound of the piano, which was high and low, and faint and flickering.

The figure on the window screen swayed slightly, as if it was controlled by the sound of the piano, and no longer moved.

Resisting the wind and phantom sound is a very powerful sound confusion technique. The small ones are hallucinating and do not distinguish between the true and the false, while the large ones are completely confusing and obey the command.

I don't know if it's because of the weakness of being a thief, Qing Ling's heart beat like a deer, and his fingertips trembled a little unconsciously, plucking faster and faster, and he played mechanically from memory.

The art of sound confusion emphasizes the cultivator's control of his own mind, and if he cannot concentrate and meditate, he will easily be swallowed by the music.

Qing Ling's mind was already very confused, and suddenly a thought flashed through him: It's over, although he is now controlled by the sound of his own piano, he will definitely tell the master afterwards!

If you want him not to say it, you can only be ruthless and make a trick, completely confusing his divine sense!

But in that case......

Her thoughts were spinning and she was entangled, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest, and her blood was surging, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

It's miserable, it's eaten by the sound of the piano!

Qing Ling stood up, and his mind was dizzy.

She held her head and adjusted her internal breathing, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw that there was an extra neatly folded handkerchief in front of her.

The fingers holding the silk handkerchief were white and slender, and a purple jade ring was on the index finger. A fragrance of Lan Zhi, I don't know whether it came from the man's sleeve or the silk handkerchief, lingering, soaked into the snort of Qingling.

She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up, didn't dare to raise her head to get up, turned around and ran.

"Girl, stay."

The man called out to her behind him.

Qing Ling ran faster.

"Your ......"

Qing Ling stopped his steps, remembering that the organ was still thrown on the ground......

She stomped her foot, turned around, drooped her head, moved to the organ, and took her heart to the secret of her heart, turning the piano into a shadow of light, and retracting her palm.

In the corridor, the light and shadow were already dim, and as soon as the light of the piano passed, the surroundings became silent and obscure.

There was silence for a moment, and the son, who exuded the fragrance of Lan Zhi, asked, "The girl is Chongwu's disciple?" ”

Qing Ling lowered his eyes, his gaze swept over the hem of the white robe, and he calculated in his heart the master's tricks to punish him.

So far, I definitely can't hide from it. In the entire Chongwu Mountain, apart from himself, who else will use the technique of sound confusion?

But if you can convince this son to keep it a secret......

She tried to be as sincere as she could and said, "Hmm...... That one...... Can you not tell me Master? ”

It stands to reason that she should behave more tragically, maybe kneeling and pulling her clothes in a pleading way would have a better effect, but in the face of the man in front of her, she really couldn't do it.

The man's expression was faint, noncommittal, and he handed the handkerchief in his hand forward, "Let's wipe it first." ”

Qing Ling took the silk handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth absentmindedly, "I wiped it." That...... Have you promised to keep my secret now? ”

The corners of Yushu's beautiful curved lips pursed slightly, and he turned around and entered the house, "You have internal injuries, come and rest first." ”

Qing Ling stuffed the silk handkerchief into his arms, hesitated for a moment, and raised his feet into the room.

The furniture in the house is similar to the other rooms in Chongwu, simple and elegant, except for a few pots of orchids with dark green leaves and pleasant aromas.

Yushu Gongzi motioned for Qingling to sit down next to the tea case, took a thin white porcelain cup on the case, placed it, and then picked up the purple sand teapot, poured it to seven points, and slowly pushed it in front of Qingling, "This is what I just brewed, and the water temperature is just right." ”

Qing Ling picked up the cup and took a sip, feeling a little bitter, but it was not easy to comment, so he had to hold the cup, his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the rim of the cup, and his eyes wandered and fell on a pot of orchids on the side of the desk.

Yushu Gongzi was silent for a moment, and said softly: "This is the green lotus petal orchid, also known as Yufuqu. ”

Qing Ling said "oh", and for some reason, she remembered the Miss Shiyin she met in the inn.

That young lady seems to like orchids too......

and that elegant and leisurely demeanor, which is very similar to the son in front of him......

Qing Ling cleared his throat and raised his eyes, "That's right." My name is Qing Ling, and the Holy Monarch of Moqian is my master. Master did explain that we were not allowed to come to Bichen Peak without permission. But...... But I met your sister at the bottom of the mountain the other day, so ......"

Yushu Gongzi's dark and deep eyes suddenly sank, "You mean...... Ajing? ”

As if trying to hide the change in expression, he turned his face slightly, and the soft silver light of the mussel beads reflected on the bridge of his high straight nose, gilding a layer of almost illusory light and shadow.

"What did she say to you?"

Qing Ling told the ins and outs of the matter.

“…… So, just because I pulled her arm, she slapped me violently! Later, he also sent his men to besiege me and Xiao Qi......"

Qing Ling became more and more involved in talking, and then simply took the teapot and complained about Ajing's evil deeds while adding tea to herself.

Yushu Gongzi listened very carefully, but he never saw any emotional changes on his face.

After Qing Ling finished speaking, he slowly asked, "So, you came to the Bichen Pavilion tonight to seek revenge on me?" ”

Qing Ling hurriedly waved his hand, "No, no, I'm here...... Come ......"

In fact, she also couldn't understand why she came to Bichen Peak. It seems that I did think about exposing her evil deeds in front of Brother Jing, and I also had the idea of slapping her brother in the face, but it was ...... It doesn't seem to be ......

Thinking about it, somehow, her face gradually burned.

What?

Is it another thief?

Fortunately, Yushu Gongzi did not dwell on this issue, but took the initiative to change the topic, "The person who played the flute in Yiyuan last time was also you?" ”

Qing Ling hurriedly explained: "Last time, I actually came to find Wen Stem Fruit!" The flute is also played to draw out the birds! ”

Yushu Gongzi raised his eyes to look at her, there was a faint luster in his eyes, and then he looked away, "Your flute sound is so beautiful that even a timid turtle bird can draw it out." ”

Qing Ling felt a trace of joy in her heart, but she was still worried about the master's punishment, and she didn't forget to take the opportunity to praise: "Your flute voice is also very good!" At that time, I was going to leave, but when I heard the sound of your flute, I was reluctant to leave! ”

She said reverently: "Actually, I came to Bichen Pavilion tonight because I knew that Gongzi was proficient in music and rhythm, and I wanted to learn from you!" Prince Monan, can you ...... Don't let Master know that I've been to Bichen Peak? ”

"Prince Monan?" Yushu Gongzi stared at Qing Ling, "Are you ...... Don't know my identity? ”

Qing Ling was also a little stunned, "Isn't Ah Jing the young lady of the Mo Nan clan?" Since you are her brother, of course you are the son of the Monan clan. ”

Could it be that the young lady of the family also has to be divided into grades?

Yushu Gongzi was silent for a moment, and said slowly and in a low voice, "My name is Mu Chen. ”

Qing Ling let out an "oh" sound, lowered his head and clutched the teacup, "It turned out to be Mu Gongzi." ”

Mu Chen was speechless.

After being silent for a long time, Qing Ling raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Chen, and saw that he was slightly sideways, as if he was thinking about something.

His long eyelashes drooped, casting two butterfly-like shadows on his fair cheeks. The black hair is tied up in a bundle of hostas, and the remaining hair is scattered on the white brocade robe, hanging down to the waist, lining people like jade and looking like immortals.

Qing Ling felt a little unspeakably embarrassed and panicked.

I don't know if it's because of the sound of the piano that eats away at my heart, and the chest cavity sounds like a drumstick is beating......

She stood up abruptly and saluted Mu Chen, "That...... All in all, Mu Gongzi, please don't care about the villain......" made a sworn gesture, "I promise, I will never bother you again in the future!" ”

After speaking, without waiting for Mu Chen to speak, she ran out in a hurry with her head down.