Ji Xiaobai hurriedly put the scene just now behind and flew towards the Wu family.

"That's... Goddess, why don't we discuss something, and in the future, you don't pull my body at every turn and fly everywhere, like this... I feel very shameless. Ji Xiaobai asked tentatively.

"Oh!" the goddess replied with a cheerful word, which made people feel unreliable in such a happy way.

It's unreliable!

"Well, when you're going to do something, talk to me about it... No, will you tell me first?"

was forcibly pulled at every turn, which made Ji Xiaobai very speechless.

"Does it make a difference?"

The arm of the goddess can't be frozen, why does it feel cold all the time, without emotional fluctuations.

"It's a big difference, you see... If I knew first, I would cooperate with you, and everything I did would not become a fluttering clothes, fairy wind bones, and unfathomable...... If you can't know in advance, it always feels very funny and the action is very unsightly. Ji Xiaobai said seriously.

"Hmph~! Hypocrisy!"

The goddess's arm said lightly.

Ji Xiaobai: "......"

"It's not hypocrisy, it's a matter of dignity and face, I definitely don't need these in front of you, but in front of outsiders, I still pay attention to the image, let's put it this way... I want to maintain an unfathomable state, so that everyone in the world knows that I am very cold, cruel, and handsome!" he finally realized the mood of the human emperor now.

I finally understood why the emperor would propose to give him a little face in front of outsiders.

"Hehe..."

"Is this a promise or not?" asked Ji Xiaobai.

"It depends on the mood!"

Look at the mood?

Hmph, wait until one day Lao Tzu turns over and becomes the master, you will know what is called wrong.

......

Wu family!

The mansion is not as luxurious as the Prime Minister's Mansion, but it also reveals elegance everywhere, Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, green pine strange stones, bluestone paths, lakes such as mirrors, occasionally one or two fish jump out of the water, although in the downtown area, but there is a deep mountain valley and the scenery of the orchid, out of the world...

This arrangement is the scenery that countless literati want.

Looking closely at the lake, there is a white creature that looks like a python and a dragon swimming slowly in the water, which can barely be called Jiao, pseudo-Jiao.

The pseudo-Jiao occasionally raised half of its body, and it actually had a trace of dragon shape, which looked very strange.

This pseudo-Jiao always has a realm of emptiness, and it can already fly in the sky.

By the lake, there is a person playing the piano, the sound of the piano is long and pleasant, like the flow of a clear spring in the mountains, and like the melodious chirping of a hundred birds in the early morning...

Sometimes alpine... Sometimes it flows!

Sometimes it's like a grass that thrives and flourishes... Sometimes it's like a cold winter, and the dead leaves are bleak and cold.

Sometimes it's like a tranquil lake, without waves... Sometimes it is like the ancient battlefield where thousands of armies are fighting, and the sword and the song.

......

He often accompanies deer in the forest for a long time, and listens to the sound of water in front of the stream.

Ji Xiaobai was attracted by this beautiful sound of the piano, and listened quietly to the side, and suddenly the above sentence appeared in his mind.

As the sound of the piano continues, the grass and flowers bloom, the birds surround the person who plays the piano like a phoenix, and the fish swim in front of him in groups and jump out of the water...

The white pseudo-Jiao soared into the air, and its slender body hovered in the air, as if dancing...

The sound of the piano is actually... Caused visions of various animals.

Ji Xiaobai was also quickly immersed in the beautiful sound of the piano.

When he came to this world, he didn't hear music anymore, originally thought that in Daxia, which was similar to ancient China, music was boring to listen to like the guzheng and guqin, but he didn't expect that there was such good music in the other world.

I don't know how long it took, but the music became quieter and quieter, until it slowly faded away...

Just like drinking a glass of wine, the aroma of wine lingers in the mouth until it gradually passes, making people feel a little reluctant and unfinished.

The man who stroked the piano sighed.

"The ancient sages are all lonely, only the sages leave their names, the sages are high, and the ordinary people are prostrate on the ground forever... There is no way against the sky, and everything will end up being ordinary..."

He paused and said:

"The beginning of heaven and earth

Propagated to the present day

Gu Lai Duo heroic

The saint leads the way

The face is all over the world

Heroes have high merit

Fenghua is called peerless

I am called heroic

I sighed

The sages have a long life

Red faces will eventually grow old

Heroes have twilight

Only the sky does not grow old

Heaven and earth are more heroic than heroes

Thousands of years old

Just a few dozen springs

Heaven and earth end in heaven and earth

Mortals are mortals

Why bother

Fight with the sky and die

Fight with the ground and fall

Even if there is pride

But the years are short."

The person who played the piano was a young man in his twenties, dressed in white, with a handsome face, flying eyebrows and sideburns, good facial features, a well-defined face, and a high nose.

The image of a handsome literati, but this literati has a somewhat negative attitude, and this negative attitude does not affect his temperament, but adds a bit of melancholy handsomeness.

"Heaven and earth are thousands of years old, and heroes are only a few dozen springs..."

"Yes, I didn't expect that there would be such a talented person as Gongzi in Washing Wind City, which is surprising. ”

Ji Xiaobai interrupted the young man's thoughts.

The young man put down the piano in his hand, carefully put it away, quietly turned his head to look at Ji Xiaobai, arched his hand with a smile, and said:

"Ji Gongzi has won the award. ”

Ji Xiaobai didn't have any surprises as to why this person knew about him, this person should have waited here deliberately.

"Childe's talent is amazing, which makes Ji admire, but this style of writing is too depressing and negative, and Ji doesn't like it. ”

"Oh?" the young man in white wondered slightly. "Please advise!"

"I don't dare to give advice, but the attitude of the literati that Ji thinks is like this. ”

Ji Xiaobai paced with his hands in his hand, walked five steps, and said:

"I often accompany deer in the forest for a long time, and listen to the sound of water in front of the stream.

Don't hear the chaos of silk and bamboo, don't listen to the rough sound of the orchestra.

There are sages who talk and laugh back and forth, and drink pine and lotus alone under the moon.

He sighs that the years are really short, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the spring is green. ”

Ji Xiaobai finished speaking, but the young man in white opposite him was stunned, muttering to himself, savoring the artistic conception in the poem.

He often accompanies deer in the forest for a long time, and listens to the sound of water in front of the stream.

What a beautiful leisure and elegance, what an elegant nature, not to let the silk and bamboo orchestra pollute his soul, accompanied by elk, listening to the sound of mountain streams, reading the articles of sages, intercourse with saints and gods, often drinking with pine lotus, out of the dust, and he does not feel that the years are short, praising the youth is luxuriant, the whole poem is full of dusty artistic conception, but also reveals a positive style.

No matter which dynasty, that world, positivity is the theme, and it is the most acceptable theme.

"In the past, when I heard the name of Ji Gongzi, I didn't care about it, thinking that he was just a vulgar and brainless person, but when I saw it today, I admired it very much!"

Ji Xiaobai smiled, he used to be very fond of poetry, and when he was in school, he also served as the president of the Poetry Society.

"What's your name?"

"Under Li Shiran!" said the young man in white.

"Li Shiran... Li Shiran!" Ji Xiaobai paused.

"You're not from the Wu family?"

"Li is indeed a member of the Wu family, but there have been some stories in the contemptible, so he changed his name to Li Shiran, as for the content of the story, it is a long story, so I will not talk about it in detail with Ji Gongzi. Li Shiran said.

Ji Xiaobai was silent for a moment and said:

"For the sake of your piano sound moving me today, give you half an hour to let me see if there is anything in your Wu family that can move me, if you can't convince me, you will still be destroyed. ”

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