In the cliff cave in the back mountain of Kyoto, the cold shadow took off the black veil, a pair of breathtaking beautiful eyes were full of anger, and the pace was light and extremely fast towards the cabinet in the cave.

At this time, Shura noticed that someone was coming in, and as soon as he hurriedly stretched out his hand picked up the Yaksha mask on the stone table, he was shot down by Jinlian, Shura looked down at the mask that was spinning on the ground because he was knocked down by Jinlian, and said softly: "Why is there such a big anger?" Who made the dark incense boy angry" wanted to bend down and pick up the mask on the ground, Leng Shuying Qianying was already in front of Shura, Shura raised his head slightly, and Bu Shuying was stunned in disbelief.

The fair skin, a pair of dazzling black eyes that seem to be able to see through all the sorrows of the past and present lives, the expression on the handsome and arrogant face is like a cold star, the straight nose bridge, silent and handsome as ice but a rare trace of tiredness, a few strands of hair fell between his eyebrows, slightly swaying with the wind, slightly messy.

The crystal tears in Leng Shuying's beautiful eyes have long been framed, and all the anger has nowhere to be inquired, only the slightest excitement of disbelief and reunion after a long absence is left on his face, although he had long expected that it would be him, but now it feels a little unreal.

"Today is the day of the Heavenly Xuan Sacrifice to the Heavens, is the Shura Prince busy again, why do you have the key to the secret passage at the bottom of the lake and let others rob people who shouldn't be robbed?" After Leng Shuying finished speaking, he turned around and walked out, watching the plum blossoms full of trees fall a little bit of residual fragrance and go away with the stream, remembering that if it wasn't for his father who let him be a man all the time many years ago, I am afraid that there will be no Leng Shuying in the world after that year, maybe at that time he is destined not to be a person who goes with the flow.

The sound of fragmented footsteps behind him gradually approached, and Shura stood behind Leng Shuying, arranging the messy black hair: "I don't know something, shouldn't my son ask me today?" Why do you ask these questions that have nothing to do with me, it must be the matter of Yuyongguan that disturbed Childe. ”

Leng Shuying crossed Shura's head and walked to the cave without looking back, saying: "A lot of past things will come to ask for advice another day, and today I hope that Gongzi will not have to make trouble." It reverberates in the Plum Blossom Cave for a long time. It turned out that she still remembered that a wicked smile on Shura's tired face disappeared with the person in front of her.

The black cloak of the visitor was wearing a bright red straight-cardigan underneath, which was particularly enchanting under the interlacing of ink and red. came to the human: "Why did the senior brother let him go again, a man like him is more suitable for me." As he spoke, his long silver hair and smiling red lips had the beauty of a man and the charm of a woman.

Turning around the stream and taking down the wine in the wine pavilion, I saw that the sleeve robe was thrown back, and the wine pot struck away the two butterflies that were lingering, and went straight to Shura, and went to the Ming Lingqin under the plum tree behind the Qingquan Stone, and the wide sleeves gently stroked the strings and sat in front of the piano. Shura casually took the wine jug and leaned down on the clear spring stone, supporting his chin with one hand, and holding up the wine jug with the other, looking for the slightest hint of wine with a few residual flowers.

The white and slender hand flicked, the strings moved, the heart rhythm of the song has been sprinkled all over the cave, the breeze slowly blows his head full of silver wires, his eyes are slightly twilight, only pay attention to the Yaoqin, in an instant those beautiful notes from the strings slowly flow, sometimes high-pitched and excited, like the sea water at high tide lapping the shore, sometimes crisp and thin, like a gentle breeze blowing through the green bamboo forest .......