Cheng Xunran glanced down at the little beggar and said indifferently: "I saw that you were in poor health last night, and I didn't drive you out of here." Now that you're well, let's leave! ”

She doesn't know him anymore.

Just like he was back then, he alienated her.

The cycle of cause and effect seems to have a definite number in the dark. The young man in white saved her from the dire situation, and the dignitaries did not dare to oppress her, so she was able to enjoy a quiet life.

Today, Cheng Xunran saw that the little beggar only had a breath of life, and he was kind. Perhaps, Cheng Xunran never dreamed that the unreachable young man in white would appear in front of him in this way.

Just as Gu Hengsheng dissipated his Emperor's Breath at the beginning, in order to completely integrate into the world, even the closest people could not recognize it, and even the Great Dao could not capture the traces of Gu Hengsheng, and he was beyond the world.

The little beggar looked up at Cheng Furan, ashamed of himself, immediately lowered his head, nodded in fear, and said, "Yes, the villain will leave." ”

No matter from which point of view, Cheng Furan is a fairy who cannot be desecrated, how dare the little beggar look directly at Cheng Furan's face, for fear of soiling the fairy's place, and walked out of this area on tiptoe.

The little beggar kept his head down and walked away quickly.

For some reason, looking at the embarrassed appearance of the little beggar, Cheng Furan's heart tingled slightly.

Cheng Xunran didn't think much about it, and it was impossible to associate a little beggar with the young man in white. She glanced at the crowd of onlookers, and without saying a word, turned back to the attic, the door closed.

All the onlookers dispersed, not daring to raise their voices, for fear of frightening the people in heaven. As far as the creatures of the land of a hundred countries are concerned, Cheng Furan is a fairy from the nine heavens, out of reach.

The little beggar dared to stop and rest, and he found that his injuries were all healed, and he suddenly realized: "It should be the fairy sister who saved me." ”

The glimpse of Cheng Fuzhi was deeply engraved in the depths of the little beggar's soul. Just like that scene thousands of years ago, a young man in white broke into Cheng Furan's life, pulled Cheng Furan out of the dark abyss, and gave light and warmth.

The little beggar kept this kindness in his heart, and glanced at the attic where Cheng Furan lived from a distance, with awe and yearning in his eyes.

Spring goes to autumn, and six years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The little beggar became a teenager, dressed in tatters, but handsome. If he had the opportunity to dress up, he would definitely be a handsome little gentleman, which attracted the hearts of countless women.

The little beggar has grown up and is no longer afraid of other beggars bullying him. However, the little beggar has a lot of scars on his body, all of which are the traces left by the years of fighting with others.

On that day, a sudden wind arose in the city. The breeze is refreshing.

After a while, the sound of the piano seemed to fall from the nine heavens, and drifted to all corners of the city with the breeze, all the way to the north and south of the sky.

"The sound of the piano came from the place where the fairy lived, and it must be that the fairy was stroking the qin."

Soon people found the source of the sound and flocked to it.

"This sound of the piano contains the perception of the laws of the Great Dao, which is of great benefit to the cultivation."

Many cultivators caught a trace of the law and Taoism from the sound of the piano, and their hearts were enlightened, and they immediately sat cross-legged on the ground to practice.

"I know who the fairy is, she is the swan song fairy who was named in Zhongzhou thousands of years ago. Back then, how many Holy Son Tianjiao wanted to form a Taoist couple with the fairy, but they were ruthlessly rejected by the Juequ Fairy. ”

Listening to the familiar sound of the piano, a Daojing monk who had been to Zhongzhou raised his voice and said.

For a while, the entire land of the Hundred Kingdoms was boiling, and cultivators from all sides rushed to the city, just to hear the long sound of the Absolute Song Fairy up close.

There was once a Sendai great ability to listen to a fairy song, and the cultivation became a great progress. There are even rumors that the Emperor of the Floating Life has heard the squirrel fairy stroke, which makes people yearn for it.

If there had been any chance in the past, everyone would have already fought hard. But this is the swan song fairy playing the piano, and no one dares to make a trace of noise, so be careful.

Quick-witted people have already begun to find an open place to meditate with bated breath, and if they miss the piano of the Fairy of the Perfect Song, they will definitely regret it.

The whole city was full of cultivators, and there were shadows of them. A little beggar didn't know how to play the piano, but he thought it sounded good, and couldn't help but walk towards the attic.

The little beggar did not dare to go on, lest he run into the fairy. Then the little beggar found a corner, sat on the floor, and listened with his chin propped on his hands.

In the attic, Cheng Furan couldn't help but think of his past and the young man in white back then, and couldn't help but play a song. This is the place where she and the young man in white first met, and it carries her endless memories.

"The past is like smoke, and it has been dispersed with the wind."

Cheng Xunran laughed at himself, maybe he will never see the white-clothed young man in his life again.

If it weren't for the protection of the young man in white, Cheng Furan would definitely commit suicide for his innocence. When she was at her most helpless, the boy in white broke into her world and gave her warmth and light. If you don't experience this feeling yourself, how can others understand it even if they know it?

In the past, the young man in white threatened to win Cheng Fumig, and would not let anyone in the dynasty bully Cheng Furan. That day, Cheng Xunran's heart was completely messed up. However, she knew that she couldn't climb the Gu family, so she just kept silent and didn't answer.

Then, everything changed, and the boy in white rarely came to listen to the music. Because the young man in white married Li Qiurou, the young lady of the Li family.

That day, Cheng Furan's heart was mixed and complicated. Even so, she expressed her blessings from the bottom of her heart.

The sound of the piano is curling, like gurgling water, flowing to the bottom of the hearts of the world; Like the warm sun in the winter snow, it makes people feel warm; It's like a ray of light at the end of the darkness, which makes people full of hope.

As soon as the piano sounded, many cultivators in the city had a lot of understanding, and their cultivation made breakthroughs one after another.

"Thank you, fairy."

All the practitioners stood up and bowed deeply in the direction of the attic.

Listening to a song is better than a hundred years of penance.

The little beggar didn't practice, and he didn't know the way of the literati and inkmen, he just thought it sounded good, and muttered thoughtfully: "There is always an illusion, as if I have heard it somewhere." ”

The little beggar couldn't figure out why he had such an idea, but he really didn't understand it, and finally left the place silently, ready to fill his stomach.

At this time, several figures descended into the city, richly dressed and with an extraordinary atmosphere.

"People from the Gu family!"

All the monks shouted, and they all gave way to a way, not daring to approach.