He knew it was rude to stare at someone like that, but he just couldn't take his eyes off her immediately. And she didn't twist at all, she stood in front of him generously, looking at him with a smile in her eyes.

"My name is Zanghua, what's your name?"

He hesitated for a moment, and didn't know how to reply, or rather, would it be unruly to make friends in private like this?

You must know that in the Central Plains realm, these Gu cultivators from the Southern Wastelands are always regarded as cult demons, although they are of the same sect as the righteous gods of Middle Earth, they are regarded as outliers because of their special cultivation methods. In addition to the rules set by the ancestors, every hundred years they would go to Middle-earth to worship their father and the ancestor of Gu arts, Shennong, and they had almost no contact with the people of the Central Plains.

Mo said that it was the ordinary people of the Central Plains, and even the disciples on the Immortal Mountain regarded them as beasts of a flood.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it, I'm not uncommon to know."

Sensing the vigilance and hesitation in his eyes, Zanghua waved his hand, took out a small bamboo tube from his waist, shook it, and said contemptuously: "You cowardly people from the Central Plains, the girl is the king of Gu with her, are you afraid?" ”

Provoked by her words, Shu Hai said angrily: "It's just some insects, what's there to be afraid of!" ”

"The little Taoist priest is so daring!"

Zanghua giggled again, and then pulled out the plug of the bamboo tube, and deliberately shook it in front of him, so that Shu Hai hurriedly dodged back, and the color changed greatly.

Zanghua sneered: "The dirtiest thing in this world is the human heart, but my Gu is much cleaner than the human heart." ”

She's right.

On the way to find Mu Qiqin, Shu Hai also occasionally heard people talk about Gu arts, most of them because Gu magic can confuse people's hearts and need human blood to feed, all of which are regarded as crooked and despised by people. In addition, most of the people who are good at this way in the Central Plains are treacherous people, and together with the Gu techniques they use, they have become something that everyone fears and hates.

However, although Gu magic is yin and evil, magic is magic after all, there is no difference between good and evil, only people's hearts can distinguish between good and evil.

I understood the reason, but seeing that she really poured the bamboo tube in her hand on the table, and a lump of black, dark red wriggling insects slowly crawled around, Shu Hai still screamed in fright, stood up and took a few steps back, and the whole person was tightly attached to the wall.

Zanghua laughed again, laughing so hard that she couldn't even straighten her waist.

At this time, where can I still take care of the face of the Central Plains Immortals! Shu Hai's face was pale, his whole body was tense, like a cat facing a great enemy, if he had hair, he would have exploded into a hedgehog long ago.

Zanghua laughed for a long time, and when he turned over, he sat directly on his table, picked up a meat worm with no long legs between his slender fingers, shook it in front of him, and then sucked it into his mouth like eating noodles.

Shu Hai watched the earthworm-like live insect enter the beautiful cherry mouth like this, and his originally pale face immediately turned into a vegetable, and his stomach turned over for a while, as if it was not her who swallowed the worm but herself.

"Want to taste it? It's delicious. ”

Zanghua smiled and pinched the other one and stretched it out in front of him: "This is not a Gu, it's just a snack." ”

Shu Haiqiang held back a feeling of nausea that welled up in his heart, covered his mouth and nose tightly with his hands, and shook his head vigorously.

Obviously, this was expected by Zanghua, she gave him a very proud look, took another thinner bamboo tube from her waist and shook it in front of his eyes:

"If I want to play Gu on you, even if you are a little immortal, you will never escape from my clutches! Hum. ”

He believed it, and he had no doubt.

"Okay, I'm not kidding you."

She suddenly put away her playful expression, turned over and jumped off the table, put the insects back into the bamboo tube, and said with a somewhat gloomy look:

"I know that in your eyes, those of us who raise Gu are all man-eating monsters! If you don't agree with each other, you will be poisoned, so you can't get it! If you encounter it, you have to stay away, otherwise serious people will be abducted! ”

"Nothing."

I don't know if it was because Fang was startled by this little girl and felt too shameless, or realized that it was just a prank, Shu Hai calmed down, and said:

"It's just that we Central Plains people don't eat these things, and we instinctively think they hate them."

- I'm not afraid!

Zanghua raised her head in some surprise and blinked.

The young man in white had a frank face, although his face was bloodless.

"You, really aren't afraid?" Zanghua narrowed her eyes.

Shake one’s head.

Zanghua looked left and right, took a sip of the teacup on the table, and then handed over the side with bright red lip prints: "Then you can also take a sip, we will be friends." ”

Shu Hai suddenly regretted it a little! If I had known this, I would have confessed it earlier.

Seeing this, she looked downcast: "Hmph, don't you dare." ”

The ghost sent the god to the gods, and Shu Hai took the teacup. It was the green jade cup he was used to, and the remaining half of the tea was still warm, and the red and bright rouge lip prints on it exuded a faint aroma, which was actually very attractive.

Alas, if you die, you will die, and that can't give the Central Plains Immortals a share! Anyway, their high priest still lives in the mountains, and she doesn't dare to mess around.

Shu Hai looked tragic as if he was at home, took the teacup, avoided the lip print, and took a shallow sip. Peeking at her expression, she didn't seem to be very satisfied, thinking that anyway, even if she got off the Gu, it would be no different from taking one sip or two, so she simply drank it all.

Zanghua was really happy when she saw it, clapped her hands and smiled: "The little Taoist priest is really brave!" It's so much stronger than your cowardly master! ”

Shu Hai was a little unhappy when he heard this, and he didn't know how to answer this for a while.

Seeing his embarrassed expression, Zanghua stuck out her tongue and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said bad things about your master." The mother-in-law said that you Central Plains people respect the teacher and respect the teacher. ”

"Don't you in southern Xinjiang respect your elders?"

"Respect is respect, we respect the profound knowledge and noble character of the elders, not the age and generation! Whether the elders are worthy of respect or not depends on their own cultivation! Don't say that elders, even if it's a three-year-old doll, as long as he speaks reasonably, everyone will listen to it; As long as he has real talent and learning, he will also be respected by everyone. ”

Do you think it makes sense? …… No, you can't be bewitched by this demon girl.

Her eyes fell on the qin on the case again: "This is really a good qin, but it's a pity that there is no good silk thread as a string in the Central Plains." ”

Shu Hai couldn't help but be taken aback when he heard this.

Zanghua snorted and said, "Are you really short-sighted and ignorant of all of us in southern Xinjiang?" ”

People in the world say that the southern wilderness is barbaric, and the local people are uncivilized by drinking blood, and now it seems that they are all rumors.

"This guqin, also known as the yaoqin, is a musical instrument invented by you Central Plains people; Coincidentally, my mother-in-law also has one, and I occasionally see her play it a few times, but it's not as particular as yours. ”

Zanghua said: "If you don't dislike it, I have something that is quite suitable for your piano." It's just that I don't know how you play the piano? ”

"Okay."

But as long as the disciples on the fairy mountain, no one does not know that he loves the piano and is obsessed, and he has traveled tens of thousands of miles to ask for this piano score. To put it mildly, in this huge immortal mountain, if his piano skills claim to be second, no one will dare to call him first.

"That's good."

Zanghua stretched out her arm as she spoke, fading the silver bracelet and silver bell to the crook of her arm, only to see that the cuffs of the big red silk thread were slightly open, and a jade-colored insect slowly crawled out of her wrist and stopped in her palm:

"This is the Golden Silkworm Gu, the king of ten thousand Gus."

It's bugs again.

Shu Hai frowned and stared at the little thing, its appearance seemed acceptable; It's just that if you want it to crawl around on your body, you feel cold hairs stand on end when you think about it:

"Hmm, what's the use?"

"Uh."

Faced with a pure layman, such a professional question made Zanghua not know how to answer for a while, she thought for a while before saying: "In summer, it can protect the snakes, insects, rats and ants in your house from approaching." ”

"Like, yes...... It's pretty impressive. ”

Shu Hai praised very reluctantly, and said cautiously: "In fact, in the Central Plains, we use burning wormwood to solve this kind of problem. ”

Please, burning wormwood is not your original creation in the Central Plains!

Zanghua Yuan only wanted to use a simple example to tell him that the role of the Gu King was great, but he didn't seem to grasp the point. She had to give up the topic first and say what she thought:

"The silk it spits out is a hundred times stronger than silk!"

"So what?"

Zanghua gently pinched the soft little thing with two fingers and hung the first string on the post.

It's a thin filament, and if you don't pay attention, you can barely see it. The silk thread used by ordinary embroiderers is thinner than a hair, and it is usually made of more than a dozen silk twisted into a strand before it can be used; If you want to make strings, you need at least more than 100 strings, and you have to mix in other silk threads to impose toughness.

Now this single silk hangs on the string - what about me?

Zanghua didn't pay attention to him, and after hanging the silk thread, he carefully put away the Gu worms.

Shu Hai wrinkled his brows, stretched out his hand and just wanted to touch the silk thread, but she grabbed his wrist: "Slow! ”

The moment the body touched, she felt that her hand was soft and strong, and her skin was as smooth as silk, Shu Hai's face couldn't help but blush, and he retracted his hand a little stiffly.

"The reason why the Golden Silkworm Gu Poison is powerful is because it has no solution." Zanghua warned: "The golden silkworm does not recognize anyone except the owner, so no one can solve this poison except my blood." ”

Shu Hai admitted in his heart that this time he was really cowardly.

Zanghua looked at him with a dejected look and said with a smile: "That's why I asked you how the piano is, if the ten fingers can't fit the piano, then this string will become a murder weapon, I'm afraid it will cost you your life in vain." ”

If it were someone else, it would probably have given up immediately. However, the others didn't dare to brag, playing the piano was completely as ordinary as drinking water and eating for Shu Hai, the piano was like a part of his body, familiar as blood.

A shallow smile appeared on Shu Hai's lips, his eyes were slightly closed, his arms were relaxed, his slender ten fingers fell gently on the string like feathers, and his sensitive fingertips felt the lightness and tenacity of the golden silk.

"It's very special, indeed."

Shu Hai praised lightly, his ten fingers were slightly bent, and he tentatively plucked the strings, and sure enough, he made a pleasant and bright sound, which was very different from the ordinary Yaoqin timbre. Then, his fingers were like dancers on the blades of a knife, spinning and jumping on the thin and invisible strings, and even the hidden flowers could not help but be stunned.

It was the first time that a cup of snow qin came out with a beautiful sound, like from the clouds outside the sky, the sound of phoenixes in the depths of the vast sea of clouds, loud and tactful, sonorous places can crack gold stones, gentle like a thousand threads around the fingers - everyone who heard it sighed: this song should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times.