The people who bought the tickets at the bottom of the mountain waited for a full hour at the bottom of the mountain before being allowed to enter.

A wide road has been developed on Jinkun Mountain.

The female bandits led by Sister Hui led the troops of these 200 people and went up the mountain in a mighty way.

The whole road is paved with a layer of pink petals, and the surrounding trees are covered with pink paper cutouts, and if you don't look closely, you will think that it is a precious quality tree.

A breeze blew, and the petals on the ground were rolled up, kissing the feet of pedestrians.

Pink cutouts rattle through the trees, and occasionally a few migratory birds chirp.

This cool breeze blew, and everyone felt refreshed.

Everything is beautiful just right.

"Cheng-" A piano sound came, followed by a soothing tune, a little to soothe the restless hearts of pedestrians.

Facing it is a huge flower house, surrounded by branches and branches in a large semicircle, decorated with flowers. There must be no problem with 200 people.

These fifty taels are not lost, everyone thinks so.

Entering the venue, there were rows of neat seats, and before they could react, they were placed in their own seats.

The sound of the piano has not stopped, and there is a person in excellent shape who is half-hidden by a screen of beautiful landscapes.

The sound of the piano is sonorous, and the tone rises and rises little by little from the soothing at the beginning, and progresses layer by layer.

Everyone held their breath for fear of disturbing the piano players.

......A soothing singing voice came, and a man dressed in dark red came out with a sword, wearing a cat-faced mask, and his figure was chic and elegant.

"Mo Dao's old man leaves ......"

He paused, untied the flask from his waist, and took a heavy sip.

Even though he had a cat-faced mask, he could still see the melancholy in his eyes that was difficult to dissolve.

The people in the audience were unconsciously driven by him, and they were a little depressed.

He straightened up, his lips suddenly hooked, there was a faint mockery in his eyes, and the sword seemed to be a toy in his hand, and he would fiddle with it and make a beautiful gesture.

"The first time I fell in love, I fell in love for half a lifetime." He said softly.

and sang and danced with swords,

"It's not like meeting...... Do your best in the past life...... It's not in vain......"

The lyrics are touching and tactful, and have been transformed several times.

The people in the screen were slightly stunned, and then followed each other's singing voices, and the piano and the singing complemented each other's voices, which was quite dazzling and sad.

"I smiled at him in my dreams, and called him by my nickname in my dreams...... If you don't know, you will spend the rest of your life, and the sound and color will be red and dusty, is it fast? ”

The sound also shifts to bass.

The audience felt like a hand was grasping their hearts.

Before the words were finished, the man put down his sword and repeated a few words in a low voice, "If you don't know it, you will spend the rest of your life, and your voice will be red and dusty to see if it is ......."

"Bell-" The strings broke, Ning Chenglang did not panic, but looked at Wu Moqi.

Wu Moqi also looked up at him stunned, with a trace of tears in the corner of his eyes.

Ning Chenglang's expression was obscure, and she pushed her wheelchair in the direction of Wu Qixuan, and suddenly stopped at a distance of half a foot from Wu Moqi.

The expression was struggling.

Wu Moqi's head was a little groggy. As if a big stone had been blocked in my heart, I kept reverberating the lyrics, "If you don't know...... Is it fast? ”

The sword in his hand was suddenly grabbed by the other party in his hand, and even some blood oozed out.

Wu Moqi watched the other party's movements, and was horrified, and hurriedly let go of the sword in his hand and withdrew his hand.

The other party smiled, and today he insisted on wearing a red dress, which made his cheeks extremely pale and moving.

His smile is like a gorgeous and extravagant flower, which can easily make people indulge in it and unable to extricate themselves.

Wu Moqi's gaze was attracted, as if he had been fixed to Ning Chenglang's face, and carefully traced every inch of his skin in his heart, as if he was going to engrave him in his bones and blood.