The storyteller paused, took a sip of tea, and seemed to pause, and was a little appetizing.

"Yun Shu, I didn't expect that the bridge of our fairy world could be transmitted to the world, and it was also made up with a nose and eyes. Li Yue took this opportunity to talk to Yun Shu, and was very emotional, the bridges in the world seemed to be more interesting, and she would definitely come to the world often in the future.

"There are more stories that have been passed into the world, otherwise Sun Wukong will make trouble in the Heavenly Palace, how did the story of the Seven Fairies come about. Yun Shu plucked up the courage to pick up the teacup, but the way the teacup seemed to be held was different from the cup he usually used to drink Xianlu.

No matter how he took Yun Shu, he always felt a little strange, and Yun Shu's attention seemed to be shifted to the teacup, he wanted to learn how to take the teacup like the wind god but felt that how to learn it was not like it.

Li Yue laughed, paused, and felt that Yun Shu did make sense, "Also, in the eyes of mortals, the gods are so noble and unattainable, and the stories of the gods seem to be more attractive, even if they are fake, they are also beautiful and romantic legends." I'll change it one day, and then I'll flow into the world. ”

"It seems that you are too idle, when you go back to play, you practice the Cloud Breaking Fan well, you and Qianbi have not run in well, what if something happens, you don't have a tacit understanding?" Yun Shu occasionally bothered Li Yue's kung fu, which was still good, and it always made Li Yue feel uneasy after hearing it.

"Even if I can't use the Cloud Breaking Fan, then I still have the Biyun Knife!" In order to escape those annoying trivial things, Li Yue naturally has to learn to see the moves, especially to learn to dismantle the moves of Yun Shu.

Yun Shu's right hand on the table hooked, and the Biyun Knife obediently went to Yun Shu's hand, as if the Biyun Knife recognized the master as Yun Shu, but Yun Shu's mana was stronger.

"Why do you have to give it to others if you have it, I will keep it for you. Yun Shu withdrew his hand, and the Biyun knife disappeared.

Although Li Yue was angry, he couldn't attack, he could only turn his anger into a muffled snort and it would be over.

The people listening downstairs also talked a lot, it seemed that tasting this section was more interesting than tasting wine, but Liyue had to admit that when she watched the bridge, she couldn't put it down, and she could reach the realm of forgetting to sleep and eat, which was called a serious.

However, this story seems to be very taboo in the heavenly realm, and no one will take the initiative to say anything about the gods of Yuehua, so it can be said that they don't mention a word. I didn't expect it to be so widely spread in the world, aren't you afraid of the wrath of the gods?

When the storyteller rested, Li Yue also cheered up, holding his forehead with his hand, ready to listen carefully.

......

After the god Yuehua went to the reception banquet of the Demon Palace, he hastily finished the meal, left on the grounds of physical discomfort, and was led to the palace to rest by an attendant.

In the corner of the Demon Palace, Jun Xiu stood at the highest place and watched Yuehua ride away on a white deer, faintly in the night, until Yuehua disappeared completely, he woke up, bowed his head and smiled, he didn't know why.

Jun Xiu pulled out the purple bamboo flute he carried on his waist, and couldn't help but blow it, the song was not like usual like resentment, such as crying, like complaining, there seemed to be joy and ups and downs in sadness, but there was still a little sadness.

The melodious flute crept into the night with the wind and fell into Yuehua's ears, "Whose flute?"

It is rare to meet such a melodious flute, Yuehua has some appreciation, there is a guqin in the palace, by such a silver moonlight, Yuehua will put the qin into the courtyard.

Playing with Jun Xiu's flute, gently and slowly twisting and wiping and picking, the sound of the piano is eloquent, and every time Yuehua picks up a string, there is moonlight fluttering with the sound of the piano, like a babbling stream.

Jun Xiu volleyed up in the air, trying to find the source of the sound of the piano, but when he stepped under the eaves, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and he stopped in disappointment.

"Yuehua Immortal, it's late at night, let's rest. Yuehua's entourage stepped forward and said.

Yuehua felt incredible, she had been playing the piano for so long, she had never been in the Heavenly Palace, Yuehua received the last note, and ordered: "Futi, take the piano back and put it away." ”

"Yes. Whiti carefully put the piano back.

Jun Xiu stood guard on the roof in a daze, waiting for the person playing the piano to appear, but to no avail.

"Is there anyone who understands my mind?" It wasn't until the sound of the piano that Jun Xiu lowered his head and smiled, his eyes flickering brightly and darkly, what kind of mood was he in at this moment.

"Well, I'll see you again. Jun Xiu still sneered, took back the flute, and still stood on the roof of the house and watched quietly.