At this moment, in the dark mountains, there is a dead silence.

At night, the forest fell into a deep sleep, and only the desolate sound of the woman's lute, like a crisp light rain, echoed in the cold night.

He Lan slowly closed his eyes, recalling the poems and texts of the past.

As if I was there, I returned to the river.

Surrounded by buildings and boats coming and going, lanterns, and countless banquets, people are staggered, so lively.

There was just a woman playing the lute, and the lonely voice echoed on the river.

The river passed in a hurry, and the guests came and went.

Only the lonely pipa, and Jiang Xin's moon shadow, seemed to become eternal in an instant.

…………

Not far away, the woman walked slowly.

Seeing He Lan sitting paralyzed on the ground and closing his eyes, he didn't make noise or resist, as if he had accepted his fate.

Oh?

Gave up?

If you are smart, you will have to suffer a lot......

The woman smiled, and the speed of plucking the strings in her hand slowly decreased.

But who knows, the next moment He Lan opened his eyes.

He looked up at the starry sky, and his gaze seemed to be in a trance.

The woman stopped and looked at him alarmingly.

What does he want to do?

Is it a little trick?

To her surprise, He Lan did not make any unnecessary resistance, but began to chant poetry gently, as if forgetting that he was in danger.

"Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off, maple leaves and flowers in autumn."

"Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa on the water, and the host forgot to return to the guest."

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The woman was stunned, and Chi Taoyao next to her was also stunned.

He...... Why did you suddenly compose a poem at this juncture?

Does he not even care about his own life?

He Lan's voice was very light, but in the noisy sound of the pipa, it was as clear as a silver needle falling to the ground.

"The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune is formed."

"The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers."

"Noisy cut miscellaneous, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate."

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In the dark, the woman was a little stunned for a while.

This poem...... That's great.

The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

In just two sentences, the sound of musical instruments, which is difficult for countless people to describe, is vividly depicted, with a hint of different beauty.

Chi Taoyao next to him also listened to it for a while, and forgot to listen to it.

Good poetry......

In the bursts of pipa sounds, with this poem, there is a feeling of being in a dreamland.

The sense of hearing, combined with the unique elegance and beauty of the poems, made people listen to it for a while.

Chi Taoyao looked at He Lan, who was chanting poetry at the moment, and her eyes flashed slightly.

Originally...... No wonder Grandpa thinks so much about him.

He has this kind of talent, and he is really not an ordinary person.

At this moment, the cold moonlight sprinkled down, illuminating He Lan's clear side face.

Chi Taoyao was stunned for a while.

Originally, He Lan had a kind of moving momentum.

And at this moment, he is quietly chanting poetry, as dazzling as the bright moon, and he has a sense of unattainable beauty.

When Chi Taoyao saw the poem "Magnolia Words" before, she had a strong hostility in her heart, and she didn't appreciate the beauty in the poem.

And in this situation, seeing He Lan's poetry is like calmly telling the story of his past life.

The beautiful poetry matched the danger at this time, and this extreme experience made her feel a strong shock.

Unconsciously, I couldn't take my eyes off it......

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The woman was only in a trance for a moment, and then immediately came back to her senses.

looked at He Lan, who was chanting poetry in front of him, and quickly settled down.

There was a gleam of joy in his eyes.

The best poetic talent, plus the aura of the heavenly man.

Sure enough, it's the best that has never been seen before!

The woman licked her lips, her eyes shining.

"Mr. He is really a good attitude and elegant demeanor." The woman smiled and said, "It's just that this place is really beautiful, and I invite you to my son's mansion, and it's not too late to finish this famous poem." ”

"We will definitely treat you to your satisfaction."

After saying that, the woman stretched out her white hand and grabbed He Lan who was sitting on the ground-

It's just an instant, and something happens suddenly!

The pipa worm in her arms, seeing that she was going to catch He Lan, flashed a trace of dissatisfaction in her black bean-like eyes.

At this moment, he actually shook his head and waged his tail, struggling desperately, and no longer played music.

The woman was taken aback and took a few quick steps back.

Why did this seal antiquity suddenly not obey the call?

Crazy, right?

Is it because he has just recovered this ancient seal and has not yet had time to fully grasp it?

The woman, who had never seen such a scene, was stunned for a while.

The sound of music in the night came to an abrupt end.

Without the dizzying sound of the pipa, He Lan only felt as if he had been relieved of a thousand pounds of burden, and he was much more relaxed.

A gleam flashed in his eyes—

Sure enough, there is a play!

At this moment, the woman had recovered from the shock, and immediately recited the seal text, trying to appease the pipa worm struggling wildly in her arms, and re-playing music to suppress the two.

"Autumn insects, Naru!"

"Naru!"

But the pipa worm was like a little baby with a splash, shaking its six legs, and never willing to play quietly.

He Lan had already swayed and stood up at this moment, and the poems in his mouth were heavier word by word-

"The ice fountain is cold and astringent, and the condensation will never be silent for a while."

"Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time."

The insect in the woman's arms seemed to understand He Lan's words, no matter how the woman plucked the strings, it was like a dumb fire, dead or alive without making a sound.

even blinked two beanie eyes, desperately looking in the direction of He Lan.

There seems to be a hint of yearning.

The seal on his body was faintly shining, flashing and flashing, like a puppy wagging its tail.

At this moment, cold sweat oozed from the woman's forehead, and she continued to pluck the strings-

"Autumn insects, Naru!"

He Lan also paused his poetry and yelled coldly-

"Autumn worm, bite her!"

The autumn insect seemed to get the order, squeaked, and then bit the woman's arm in one bite!

Ouch!

The woman was attacked coldly and quickly threw the lupa worm out of her arms.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, the pipa worm actually shook its six little short legs, turned over, and moved towards He Lan's direction little by little.

Everyone was stunned.

There was something strange about the scene in front of me.

A bug-like pipa was spinning in circles in front of He Lan, squeaking, as if to show goodwill.

Although He Lan was still sore at the moment, a victorious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the glowing seal characters on the lute.

"This poem is called 'Pipa Xing'."

The pipa worm blinked his beanie eyes and stared at He Lan curiously.

"Do you want to know the follow-up?" A wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he pointed to a frightened woman not far away, "You help me beat her, and I'll read it to you." ”

He Lan's eyes moved——

"Go ahead!"

"Autumn insects, Naru!"