When Dongfang Zitang returned to the room, he found that Taibai had broken through, successfully advanced and stabilized his breath at the second stage of the second order.

Dongfang Zitang touched the sleeping little white head: "Hard work, little guy." ”

Although Taibai didn't hear it, he seemed to sense that his master was beside him, and let out a milky "whining" sound.

On the second day and night, Dongfang Zitang played a song "Luo Shennu" for the man in black, this song, Dongfang Zitang had played at the Xiaonian Palace banquet in the Moyan Country, but at that time she used a flute, but at this time it was a zheng.

This night, the man in black did not speak, he listened to Dongfang Zitang's music, and sent Dongfang Zitang back directly.

The same was true on the third night.

On the fourth night, Dongfang Zitang played a song called "The Song of the Dragon", which was written by a Fengya literati hundreds of years ago based on the story he had heard from a village that had been passed down from ancient times, and it was said that everyone in that village believed that they were the descendants of the dragon. They say that the dragon is a divine dragon that existed on this continent for tens of thousands of years and soared into the sky, and finally fell in love with a woman in this village, and since then abandoned the dragon body and lived in symbiosis with the woman.

After finishing the song, the man in black asked with interest, "Can you believe this story?" ”

"The world is so big, there is no wonder, I believe it."

"There is indeed a divine dragon in this world, but it is impossible for a divine dragon to appear in this world."

"How do you know?" Oriental Zitang Road.

"Me? Naturally, it was because the lord of the black market was willing to accompany me to relieve my boredom. The so-called merry man had never been to such a mountain village at all, and the reason why he made this song was just to prove himself. Mortals have no power, so they always like these things that don't exist. If these things don't exist, and then add a sense of reality, they like it even more. ”

"The Lord of the Black Market has seen the Divine Dragon?" Dongfang Zitang asked.

The corners of the black-clothed man's lips were slightly hooked, this little guy was always using his information, she clearly didn't believe in the dragon in this song, but she wanted to say that she believed it. Now, he is borrowing his own mouth to test the depth of this "black market master". It's a pity......

The man in black yawned, his beautiful jade face was particularly unbelievable in the night.

"I'm sleepy today, remember to be punctual tomorrow." After the man in black spoke, a pair of elegant pupils squinted at Dongfang Zitang.

In an instant, Dongfang Zitang's body began to blur again, and she knew that she was about to leave this place.

Just as Dongfang Zitang was about to disappear, the man in black heard Dongfang Zitang snort coldly: "It seems that the lord of this black market is indeed very good to your little white face." ”

After saying that, Dongfang Zitang, you returned to the room, the man in black looked slightly stunned, he took out a bronze mirror from the space ring and looked at his face.

He gently stroked his jade-like noodle plate, and couldn't help but think, "Does this seat look like a little white face?" ”

On the fifth night, Dongfang Zitang came as scheduled, and she found that the man in black had changed his clothes, which were also black, but they were a little more uninhibited and martial than the previous one.

Dongfang Zitang only glanced at the man in black, then sat down and prepared to stroke the qin. The man in black didn't speak, just sat quietly on the roof, listening to Dongfang Zitang caressing the qin.

After finishing the song, Dongfang Zitang thought that the man in black would also send him away directly this time, but the man in black sat quietly in the room, as if Dongfang Zitang did not exist.

Dongfang Zitang was ready to walk back from where he came from, and the man in black finally spoke: "Don't you ask me about this song?" ”

"If you want to say it, you will tell me, not to mention, this piece is a work from thousands of years ago, even if you are the person on the tip of the heart of the lord of the black market, but this piece is a work of three thousand years ago, and the lord of the black market was never born, how can he tell you about it?"

"Oh? How did you know that the Lord of the Black Market was not born at that time? ”

"Guess. However, judging by your reaction, I guessed right. ”

Only then did the man in black react, and he was unconsciously tricked by this little girl again.

"Little girl, you must know that there are some things, the more you know, the more dangerous they become."

"Could there be anything more dangerous than in the middle of the night, when the lover of the lord of the black market plays the harp for him?"

Listening to Dongfang Zitang's words, Rao is man in black couldn't help but smile, this little girl can always say and do things that he didn't expect, which is much more interesting than he thought.

"So, you still dare to leave alone like this?"

"Could it be that I have to add a sin of sleeping late at night with the lover of the lord of the black market?"

The man in black waved his hand lightly, and the familiar blur hit, and Dongfang Zitang returned to the room.

The man in black looked at the clothes he was wearing, and recalled what Dongfang Zitang said before, he called me "little white face" last night, and today he has become a "person on the tip of the heart", which means that this dress is useful?

In fact, this dress is not the usual style of the man in black, but it is because Dongfang Zitang said yesterday that he has a "little white face", and he temporarily called the gray wolf to find a dress. For this reason, the gray wolf also showed a puzzled expression, whether his master had been dropped.

On the evening of the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth nights, Oriental Zitang played an old tune.

Just when the man in black was thinking about whether Dongfang Zitang didn't want to listen to his nagging, on the tenth day, Dongfang Zitang sat on the bent bamboo and played a piece of music that the lord of the black market had never heard.

At the end of the song, the man in black sat directly next to Dongfang Zitang, on the bent bamboo, the figures of the two were reflected in the pond, although one was black and one white, but it also made people can't help but give birth to the idea of a pair of fairy couples.

"I haven't heard this piece before, and I can't tell which country it's even from the technique, where did you learn it?" The man in black asked.

"I have to learn it? Can't it be me? ”

The man in black shook his head: "Although you have superb piano skills, even if you are still young, you will not be suspicious when you compose a good song, but the love in the song is your shortcoming." The affection contained in this song is not something you can create. ”

Dongfang Zitang was slightly surprised, but, as the man in black said, she could play the artistic conception in the song, but she couldn't empathize with herself.

"You want to know?" Dongfang Zitang smiled slightly.

The man in black was stunned for a moment, he looked at Dongfang Zitang's expression, he must have seduced her before learning from him. However, he is different from this little girl, and if he wants to know, he must know.

"Hmm. Wonder. The man in black said frankly.

"Then you have to tell me the story of the drama and the female talent in "Red Opera" first."

"That's it? Don't you think about it? Girl. ”

"Do you want that?"

The man in black pursed his lips and said, "After that female genius found out, she blasted the master of the black market out." ”

"Why did she blow up the master of the black market?" Dongfang Zitang was puzzled, "Did the lord of the black market just let her blow out?" ”

"In normal times, it would be impossible for the lord of the black market to let her blow out, but the lord of the black market also wanted to know what this talented woman wanted to do, so he pretended to be blasted out, and then came in again. The talented woman called her father-in-law, who was also the original servant of the actor, over and questioned him about it. The little guy had always felt guilty about the play, and as soon as the talented woman asked this, he explained everything clearly. ”