When Mi Shan finalized that on this dark and windy night, he and Bai Ji "poured a few catties of daughter red".

Qinghe, the maid who was the housekeeper, began to prepare the wine utensils and some snacks to drink the wine.

When Mishan put on a big coat over his bathrobe and came with Baiji to the corridor of the mountain villa against the mountain pass.

The daughter red brewed by Baiji herself has been poured into a pot and placed on the small stove of warm wine.

On the left and right sides is a soft and thick fur cushion, and between the cushions is a small table with wine utensils, a few plates of dried fruits, and a plate of watermelon cut into small cubes.

There are several crystal clear hostas stuck in the watermelon...... It looks like a classic version of the tall and tall feeling.

But this watermelon is red with her daughter, and it is still on the top of the mountain in the first month of this cold winter...... Aren't you afraid of cold and heat?

Having said that, after sitting down, Mi Shan still used a hosta fork to fork a piece of cut watermelon pulp and stuffed it into his mouth for the first time.

Well, it's sweet, and there's also a cooling sensation after being chilled.

After eating several pieces in a row, Yoneshan determined that this was the Zoroastrian helmsman in Tokyo City...... Or the watermelon eaten in the fruit and vegetable store of the anti-season melon.

"The slave saw that the son liked this watermelon, so he asked the Zoroastrian saint to send a few fast horses to send some every day." Seeing that Mi Shan still wanted to eat, Bai Ji smiled lightly and helped Mi Shan fork a piece of watermelon and send it to Mi Shan's mouth.

Mi Shan, who also opened his mouth to eat the watermelon that Baiji served, asked, "If you ask her to send it, will she send it?" ”

In terms of transportation difficulty, the transportation difficulty of watermelon is no less than that of lychee, especially such a sweet out-of-season watermelon.

"She can't dance like me, of course she has to listen to me." Baiji said indifferently, as if it wasn't a big deal to overpower the Zoroastrian saint in dance.

The words invisibly reveal a contempt for the barbarians...... Or should I say ignore.

"And this routine?" Mi Shan was a little surprised, could it be that there is also that kind of setting between the dancers where the winner takes all and the loser kneels and licks?

"Slaves don't want that kind of bearded girl kneeling and licking, dirty." Bai Ji said with a smile: "What's more, the slave is not good at dancing, but he knows a little bit about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." ”

"Oh......" Yonesugi's answer was not surprising.

In Baiji's Heavenly Sword Game, there are naturally no professional skills such as "engineering", "alchemy", "enchantment" and "inscription".

But as a large-scale martial arts style online game, Baiji also has similar skills.

Baiji's qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are some of them...... As a female character, Baiji should be better at piano and calligraphy and painting.

"Does Childe want a slave to play a song?" Baiji, who did not deny Mishan's cognition, smiled.

"Then let's have a few songs...... Ahem, let's have a few songs. Mishan almost said the word "help", which is easy to misunderstand.

Baiji, who knew what Mi Shan was thinking, took out a guqin out of nowhere and put it between her knees and said, "Yaxing, who can help the son, is the honor of the slave." ”

Accompanied by Baiji's words, a little piano sound like a pearl falling on a jade plate sounded in Mi Shan's ears.

Almost instantly, the sound of the night wind whirring in the mountain col, the swaying of the trees being blown by the night wind, and the roar and wheezing of more than any animal dispersed from Mishan's ears.

Just like these sounds, in the gentle and continuous sound of the piano that followed, they were not qualified to touch Mishan's eardrums at all.

"Oh, this is ......" After listening to a few rhythms, Mishan realized that Baiji was not playing the songs that came with the game.

It's music that theoretically shouldn't be in this world...... Theoretically.

It's just that when Mi Shan was playing a game, he played it in a free way...... In fact, in the end, Y. Shan was played with an automatic performance software.

"Childe, you borrowed these tunes from the slave's hand, and the slave still remembers." Baiji pressed her hands lightly on the strings and stopped the sound.

“…… I see. Mishan nodded, if this is the case, it is understandable, or rather, this is normal.

Mi Shan, who accepted this setting, picked up his daughter Hong, who had just warmed up, and said, "Then let's continue." ”

So the sounds of the mountains and forests that just wanted to disturb this mountain villa once again retreated in the sometimes high-pitched, sometimes melodious, sometimes euphemistic and beautiful piano sounds.

I have to say that although this song belongs to the old Jin family, it is indeed very suitable for here, and it is suitable for this world where Mishan still doesn't know whether it is martial arts or fairy tale or fantasy or desolation.

In the sound of Baiji's piano, Mishan, who had a red belly and a red belly of the three cups, hummed the lyrics along with the piano in a slightly drunken voice:

“…… The rivers and mountains are smiling, the smoke and rain are far away, and the waves are sweeping away the red and earthy world......"

Mi Shan knew that this song should be sung in Cantonese, but unfortunately Mi Shan was not familiar with it in Cantonese at all.

As a result, when Mi Shan sings, he will use Cantonese and Mandarin, and only Mi Shan himself may be able to understand it.

No...... It should be said that Baiji can also understand.

Because after Mishan finished singing, Baiji nodded as if he had realized and played it again.

This time, Baekji re-sang the lyrics in a not-so-standard Cantonese.

"Hey...... When did Baek Ji learn Cantonese? Mi Shan wondered.

"Childe, has he forgotten that the slave is from Dongyue? Of course you know Vietnamese......" Baekki said.

"No, in the Fujian and Zhejiang areas over there, Cantonese is Cantonese, not Vietnamese......," Mi Shan said.

"No wonder the slaves feel a little different, but it's mostly similar." Baiji explained.

"I see, ......I see," Mi Shan didn't think there was anything wrong with it, after all, Cantonese is also a Lingnan language, and Lingnan includes Guangdong, Guangxi, Fujian and Zhejiang on the historical map.

Baiyue...... There seems nothing wrong with Becky going a little.

(PS: During the Song Dynasty, Cantonese was stereotyped, and it was not much different from Mandarin, so it was a contradiction, but this was an alternate world...... Ahem, alternate world, don't take it seriously)

After the song "A Laugh in the Sea", Baiji continued to play another tune.

Some of them are music that Y. Shan used to play freely with a player, and some of them are music scores that come with the game.

If Yonesugi knows, he will say the name of the score when Momohime plays, and if he doesn't know or doesn't remember it for a while, he will say a good word after playing.

And every time Baiji plays, Mishan will subconsciously take a few sips.

If it's a lingering style, maybe drink one, if it's that kind of passionate style, Mishan will drink four or five glasses.

When I met and liked the song, Mishan was a little forgetful and drank a bunch of them in a row...... Soon, most of the altar of daughter Hong went into Mishan's belly.

After eating two mouthfuls of watermelon and chewing a few dried fruits, the stamina brought by this Tianxiangmen Baiji brand daughter red soon made Mishan fall into a state of intoxication.

Looking at Mi Shan's appearance, Baiji made a color to Qinghe, who had been waiting beside him, and Qinghe stepped aside very cooperatively and closed the door.

Unfortunately, before Baiji could prepare for her next move, a stormy version of the piano sounded on the dust peak.

Mi Shan, who was stunned in a daze, thought that Bai Ji was playing, and after listening to half of the song, he took a big sip of wine and shouted: "Okay, what a song of Tianlong Ba Yin, Bai Ji, your piano skills can be described as superb." ”

"Childe! It's not what I played! Baiji looked solemnly at the dark night outside the hallway.

"What?" Mishan didn't react.

"Childe be careful!" Baiki, who didn't have time to explain to Misugi, stood up and took out the red umbrella as a weapon and waved it, and a wall of wind appeared to block Misugi and Momohime behind.

Immediately after, one after another extremely sharp energy rushed into this mountain villa.

In addition to Mi Shan, who was well protected by the umbrella dance shield, and Mi Shan's case wine jug, the entire mountain villa was like being strafed by several rotary cannons in a matter of seconds, and wood chips were splashed in a continuous blasting sound.

When Mi Shan took a few seconds to wake up a little, he found that this Yunshan Wandian was no better than the Chunhua Building that was forcibly demolished by the Flying Immortals outside the sky, except for the shadow of a house that he was in.

The dazed Mishan looked back and forth between the nervous Baiji and the ruins of the house several times, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Childe, it's Tianlong Bayin!" Baiki, who maintained a fighting posture, said.

"Heavenly Dragon Bayin? Celestial Dragon Eight Sounds? Six-Fingered Piano Demon ??? Mishan struggled to run his alcohol-anesthetized head melon and found the source of the Heavenly Dragon Bayin.

At this moment, a female voice sounded from all directions, accompanied by several echoes of each word:

"Hyakkihime!! You kill my beloved!! ”

"Today, I'm going to let you taste the pain of losing your loved one!!"

"Pretending to be a ghost! I shouldn't have left you dead in the Ten Thousand Snow Caves!! Baiji immediately rebuked at the voice.

"Hahahaha." The voice that said that he wanted to kill Baihime's beloved only responded to Baihime with wild laughter, and by the way, there was more destructive energy rushing towards Baihime and Misugi...... Judging from the landing point, it is mainly towards the rice shan.

However, compared to the demolition of the Ten Thousand Palaces of Yunshan in just a few seconds, even if the fire was gathered this time, it did not hurt Mi Shan, who was shrouded in golden light, in the slightest.

Mi Shan stared at the dark night that exuded a thick murderous intent, and said to himself in a puzzled tone:

"Undefeated in the East?"