On this day, Zhen Yi held a small banquet in the Moon Building to receive the wind and wash the dust for the guests.

Bathing and changing, wandering in front of the mirror, the spiritual cultivator looked and looked.

She changed into a moon-white auspicious moire water mist shirt, a pleated skirt that reflected the green of the blue waves and deep pools, a lotus root tied around her slender waist, and a purple smoke shawl to wrap her arms. The three thousand green silks like a flowing spring fell behind him, and he rolled a lotus flower in a bun at will, and his face was smart.

Near dinner time, Feng Jinge was alone in the crape myrtle pavilion next to the moon building, and saw a person in the distance between the water and clouds, Ling Bo stepped slightly, like Wangshu Xian driving for the moon god, he was stunned, and he was wrong.

How could the feeling at this time be similar?

Feng Duge watched her leap into front of her so wantonly, and in the end, she hid all her thoughts silently.

Outside the crape myrtle pavilion, the huge full moon hangs lonely, reflecting the master and apprentice.

Without the sound of the piano, it is too silent. After a while, the wind was exhausted before the song opened his teeth slightly, and he made an excuse: "I heard that you are unwell, but are you better?" ”

Xiu Ling's heart trembled slightly, and suddenly, he didn't know where to tell the words he had prepared earlier. Seeing that there was a wind on the stone table in the pavilion, he raised his eyes and said, "Can the master borrow the piano?" ”

Seeing that her eyes were not as good as usual, she guessed one or two degrees in the wind, flicked her sleeves and called the piano, and let go of the doubts in her heart.

Suddenly, the wind was caressed with the soft white lotus-like hands of the cultivator, flowing out a tactful and flirtatious melody, with affection and affection. Following the sound of the piano, she sang the song of the piano: Feng Xi Feng Xi returns to her hometown and travels all over the world to seek her phoenix.

Sima Xiangru's "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix". In fact, she doesn't have to sing it, and she doesn't even need to know the origin of this song. He is the Qin Venerable of the Universe Continent, and even if he doesn't know that it is a song from another world, he can already hear what the sound of the Qin says.

What's more, it was a song that Cai Yan played for her to hear.

On that day, under the Jinliang Bridge, Liu Lou, the prime minister Cai Jing's sons held a bachelor's banquet, for fear that the saint would be unhappy, so they brought half of their younger brother Cai Yan to drink together.

While talking and laughing, some people knew that Cai Yan was clean and clean, so they took advantage of the situation to ask him to play the piano to help him have fun. He didn't want to, but a layman came to her, walking like a spring breeze, stopping like clear water, swaying the smoke, and exhaling the orchid.

Although there is a curtain to cover her face, at a glance, you can know that it is her, a kind of Ling'er.

How many ladies in the world can dress up so delicately and decently, but still travel with a sword?

In his interest, he made an exception and bent his waist to play a song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", although I don't know if she heard it, but he played his thoughts.

At this moment, today's piano sound is a little less hot than that day's, but it is not the same as the love of the day.

Just waiting for the sound of the piano to stop, the cultivator stared at the wind and sang, "The descendants of Fuxi, the suffering and catastrophe of life and life cannot be forgotten, and to attain the Tao, we must deny oneself and renounce." So, this is the reason why Cai Lang abandoned me? ”

Wind Exhaustion clenched his hands behind his back. His hands trembled slightly, but in his heart, there was only Zhen Yi's vigilance.

It turns out that her love calamity, that person, is me? If so......

His face was stagnant, his throat was tight, and he finally said "yes." ”

If it cannot be fulfilled, it can only be cut off. He just wanted her to live well, even if she couldn't live long, and she couldn't lose an inch of time because of him.

In the eyes of the wind and song, there were fleeting ripples, he pursed his lips, and said indifferently: "There is no need to dwell on the things of the past life. The deity is just a song of the wind, and for you, there is only the love of master and apprentice, and there is nothing more than thinking. ”

The night wind is cold, but it is not cold.

Seeing that he was unwavering and smiling, Xiu Ling's eyes were already blurred, "So, you are good to me, but because I am the only heir of Chuli, you are just entrusted by others and loyal to others?" ”

Almost at the same time as her last note fell, Feng Duange said another "yes" without the slightest emotion.

Xiu Ling looked down at the pairs of figures on the ground, and the moonlight seemed to no longer shine into her eyes. She lowered her voice and asked, "Then what you owed me in your previous life, won't you pay it back?" ”

"One life is one life, how can the debts of the past life be repaid in this life?"

His voice was like the aftermath of the vibrating sound of Baishi Qinmu, although it was beautiful, but it was awe-inspiring, "You shouldn't have remembered it in the first place. That Qionghua Pill is also something you shouldn't eat. For a premeditated marriage contract, he was burdened with a miserable life, but he was amorous. ”

He thought so with his own affection.

However, for a person who has gone through vicissitudes and has been through the heat and cold, what can a mere marriage contract and a fiancée who has never met be counted?

After a long time, the cultivator stood silently, and finally turned around, pinched his fingertips and said with tears: "Master, the apprentice is not feeling well today, so I won't go to the dinner, please say hello to Yaozun." With that, he jumped off the gazebo and stepped on the wind.

She's gone.

Feng Duge's hand raised slightly, and finally fell slightly. He glanced at the wind that she had left behind, lowered his eyes, bent down and gently hugged it into his arms, and stood in the Moon Tower for a long time, looking in the direction she left.

***

The cultivator ran aimlessly, and I didn't know how far away, I saw a domed building.

The arc roof is majestic, like a huge umbrella blocking the night galaxy. Under the moonlight, a curved bridge spans the dome, which is extremely bright. Just as he was hesitating whether to move forward, a person suddenly flashed out of his side.

Gongsun Changqin's voice suddenly appeared, and he only smiled slightly and asked, "Can't touch the north again?" Do you know that if you take one step further, you will touch the star track of the Star Observatory, and when Zhen Yi finds out that you have trespassed on the forbidden land, he will not care who your master is......

…… It's forbidden again

Who is this person who is sacred, wandering around in the forbidden places of other people's houses when he has nothing to do? As a qinzun, even if you don't care about the affairs of the door, you should go to the demon king of the mixed world to get revenge, how can you just find trouble for the girl's family every day?

Xiu Ling said angrily: "I look at you, idle panic!" ”

Fiddling with his sleeves, Gongsun Changqin was not annoyed, "Do you remember what you said when you gave you a walk?" Just when I heard you running in a panic, the deity thought you were in danger, so he hurried here. ”

Seeing that she was silent, she sighed again, "It turns out that it is not that she is in danger, but that she has been wronged." ”

He raised his hand, without touching her cheek, and with a slight sweep of his five fingers, he had wiped away the tears for her, "Take you to a good place, come with me." So saying, he summoned the Baoqin, invited her to sit down, and bluffed her, "If you don't want to, the deity will hold you—"

But when he saw that Xiu Ling had jumped on the piano, although his face was full of reluctance, he was red and transparent, and he was very cute and lovely.

Lianshan Island at night is like Penglai Wonderland. Echoing the high rung of the heavenly Beidou, the name is "Guandou Pavilion".

Gongsun Changqin leaned on the railing and looked up at the handle of the seven-star spoon, pursed his lips and smiled: "Guandou Pavilion is the closest place to Beidou, since you always can't find the north, why don't you let the deity take your direction, and then take you with you?" ”

"You?"

Xiu Ling's voice was cold, and he didn't look at him sideways, nor did he have the intention to look at the stars, but he suddenly stretched out a hand in front of him, and the five finger bones were distinct.

Suddenly, a jar of wine appeared in his hand, and the wine jar was pasted with red silk paper, and the book was written: A Xia drunk. The handwriting is beautiful and sparse, skimming lingering, the kite is fluttering and the phoenix is moving, and it is insignificant to dance, quite a person's style, and at a glance you will know that it is not from the mediocre handwriting of the wine shop.

This handwriting...... How can it be so familiar?

By the way, it is the name of the medicine on the jade bottle label, and it is also the words and sentences in the inscription poem of "Feilai Qinyi Tu".

Wait, the sugar man given by the master has the words "Sword Venerable Chuli" on it, which seems to be the same ......

Xiu Ling was surprised, and suddenly his beautiful eyes widened, and he pointed at Gongsun Changqin from top to bottom and said, "You, you...... You ......"

But his fingers were entwined by his jade fingers, and he only listened to him: "Needless to say, everything is in silence." ”

"You?!"

I only felt that the back of my neck was hot, as if it was burning, and my heart was also pounding, and I jumped to my throat. The cultivator was immediately ashamed and annoyed, and what he wanted to say was completely annihilated.

The night wind blew, and Gongsun Changqin's long red hair fluttered like a fairy. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at her lazily, took a sip of wine, chanted Cao Cao's "Short Song Xing", took out the piano, and played and sang.

When you sing about wine, life is geometric! For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past.

Be generous and unforgettable. How to solve the problem? Only Du Kang.

It turned out that it had always been him, not Cai Yan, nor Fengduange.