Yao Bingyun walked over, a faint fragrance loomed, this aroma is not the body fragrance of a girl, let alone the taste of fat powder, but the fragrance of hundreds of flowers, smelling it makes people feel refreshed and happy, fluttering like a fairy, and they are a little addicted to it, and they can't extricate themselves. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is Lin Yun's first impression when he sees this woman, in history, there are many kings who want beauties not to be beautiful, and in order to win a smile from beauties, they do not hesitate to use the beacon fire array that can only be used in an emergency, lose themselves in the warm fragrant nephrite, and finally get the fate of the king of the dead country.

For these kings who lost their country because of their beauty, Lin Yun always felt very incredible, thinking that these kings were all stupid by nature, had no brains, and luckily ascended the throne to inherit the unification, so they would be lost in beauty and lose the country.

But when he saw Yao Bingyun today, he understood what it means to be a country and a city, and what is a disaster for a red face.

This is the country and the city, and this is the red face and the water.

For a moment, Lin Yun had the illusion that he wanted a beauty and didn't want a country. However, this illusion was fleeting, and the eyes that were originally a little lost immediately became clear.

Lin Yun was able to wake up so quickly, all thanks to his indomitable willpower, his tenacity and restraint ability far surpassed others, I am afraid that among his peers, no one can match.

Lin Yun has been imprinted with the Soul Eater Curse since he was a child, the Soul Eater Curse is a kind of extremely vicious evil skill, once the Ghost Curse is imprinted, the Ghost Curse will attack every once in a while, and he will have to endure the pain of ten thousand ghosts and soul eaters.

Even if a person who is imprinted with a ghost curse can survive by chance, he will not be able to endure the repeated pain of devouring souls in the future, and finally commit suicide in order to seek liberation, which can be said to be worse than death.

However, Lin Yun, when he was eight years old, was imprinted with a ghost spell, and it has been more than seven years now, and in these more than seven years, he has to endure the pain of ten thousand ghosts devouring souls every three or five days.

During this period, many times I almost reached the limit of patience, and I wanted to die like this, and I was better than dead to live, but every time I thought of my mother's expectant gaze and the belief that there was hope of turning over if I lived, I endured the severe pain and walked out of the ghost gate again and again.

Especially when his mother died, the words full of expectation and encouragement made Lin Yun understand that his mother's greatest wish was that he could live well, no matter what, and because of this, he could survive the pain of countless ghosts devouring souls, and finally honed his willpower far beyond his peers.

Lin Yun, who came to his senses, immediately glanced around, and suddenly, his heart sank, and the people around him, including Yan Ran, were all obsessed, intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

At this time, Lin Yun's gaze at Yao Bingyun again became deeper, and at the same time, Yao Bingyun also noticed that Lin Yun was the only one who came to his senses in a few breaths among the dozens of people present, this kind of concentration was extraordinary.

"Childe, good concentration!" Yao Bingyun walked in front of Lin Yun, his voice was silky and charming, silky and smooth to the bones, listening to the numbness of people's bones, and the pores of the whole body were wide open, indescribably comfortable and comfortable.

"My generation of scholars have sages in their hearts, they have access to Liuhe, and they understand the truth, everything in the world is upside down and confused, and they can't move their hearts. "Lin Yun naturally can't say that it is because he has endured the severe pain of ten thousand ghosts devouring souls since he was a child, which has made his willpower tenacious, and he can only push it to read the sage book.

As Lin Yun's indifferent and calm voice sounded, those princes and disciples who were still intoxicated by Yao Bingyun's beauty also woke up, these princes and grandsons were not fuel-efficient lamps, seeing that Lin Yun could still remain calm when he saw the stunning beauty, he suddenly did not underestimate it, and began to focus on the conversation between Lin Yun and Yao Bingyun.

"Brother Lin Yun is not a thousand-year-old family, he has been full of poetry and books, and his mind is like a rock, even such a beautiful woman can't touch his heart. Yan Ran next to her saw that her eyes were clear, without a trace of distractions, and Lin Yun, who was upright in her heart, secretly admired in her heart.

Just now, even she was suppressed by this woman's aura, although she didn't show the appearance of a pig brother like a man, but she was also distracted for a moment.

"It seems that this son has read the sage books to his heart, and has reached the realm of a saint who preserves heavenly principles and destroys people's desires. Yao Bingyun's beautiful eyes are like water, hidden in the infinite style, smiling lightly, making people feel like a spring breeze, it is not an exaggeration to describe the city with a smile.

"Keeping heavenly principles is not to destroy human desires, but to control desires, rather than being controlled by desires and becoming slaves of desires. Lin Yun smiled slightly, arched his hands, behaved generously, said and acted decently, moisturizing things silently, showing everyone's spirit.

Seeing Lin Yun, who was talking eloquently, received Yao Bingyun's attention, and became the focus of the audience, these princes and grandsons were unhappy in their hearts, and one of the burly young men stood up all of a sudden, and yelled at Lin Yun dissatisfiedly: "Lin Yun, we are here to listen to Yao Xian playing the piano, not to see you to show off your knowledge." ”

When Lin Yun heard this, his face remained unchanged, and he didn't look back at the burly young man, still maintaining a polite smile, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly inadvertently.

"Childe, next time you have a chance, Bingyun will ask Childe for another question. Yao Bingyun smiled at Lin Yunwan, saluted slightly, and then turned his head to look at everyone with a smile and said, "Since everyone can't wait, then Bingyun will play and sing a song for everyone." ”

Seeing Yao Bingyun's gaze shift and sweeping over them, these princes and grandsons suddenly showed excitement, and also returned the favor with a smile, Yao Bingyun glanced around casually, and the audience quieted down again, these sons all had a thought in their hearts at the same time - "Fairy Yao is paying attention to me", and they all subconsciously regarded themselves as Yao Bingyun's most optimistic person.

"What a goblin!" Lin Yun and Yanran found an empty seat to sit down, and sighed in their hearts, this Yao Bingyun is not like other beauties, she does not have an unearthly temperament, and she will not make people feel that she is ice clear and jade.

Whether it is the red dress she is wearing, or the red mark between her eyebrows, or the beautiful eyes flowing in the autumn waves, or the gentle smile that turns all beings upside down and buries the world, she can't be linked to the fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, but gives people a kind of fireworks in the world, wind and snow, drunk and dreaming of death.

The whole body, inside and out, reveals a "vulgarity", but this vulgarity is not rouge and vulgar powder on her body, but the charm of the world, Zhong Tiandi Lingxiu, not a fairy, but better than a fairy.

Yao Bingyun sat down in front of the strings, his expression was calm, his slender jade fingers plucked the strings, and suddenly a burst of leisurely fairy music came out from his fingers, like a clear spring flowing in everyone's hearts, indescribably quiet and cool.

Through the sound of the piano, everyone has a deep deep mountain valley, the wind is clear and the clouds are light, the water flows in the forest, looking down on the fame and fortune in the world, seeing through the love and hate in the world, and there is an indescribable ethereal in the heart.

Time flowed unconsciously, with a stick of incense, Yao Bingyun had already stood up from his seat, starting from Yao Bingyun playing the piano to ending at this moment, there was silence all around, no one said a word from beginning to end, even after Yao Bingyun finished playing, everyone did not applaud, but looked confused and wandered out of the world.

This is not because Yao Bingyun played badly, but because it was so good that it was impeccable, I don't know how to describe it, but I always felt that something was missing, there was a feeling of unreality, it was too perfect, so perfect that there was no flaw, but something too perfect could not be touched.

They had never heard this peerless piano sound, giving people a sense of almost perfect bewitchment.

"The strings are wonderful, and the songs are full of affection. Seeing Yao Bingyun, who finished playing and got up and was about to float away, the confused look on Xu Zhiqian's face disappeared, and he stood up, followed Lin Yun's example, and bowed his hands with his long body and admired.

Hearing Xu Zhiqian's praise, Yao Bingyun's expression did not change at all, and he still had that thrilling smile, as if Xu Zhiqian was praising someone else just now, not her, and still did not look back, and the lotus step moved lightly, ready to leave.

"This song should only exist in the sky, and there is nothing in the world!" Just as Yao Bingyun was about to leave, a faint young man's voice sounded, it was Lin Yun.

Hearing this, Yao Bingyun stopped, turned around slowly, smiled at Lin Yun, and looked at Lin Yun with interest.

"Since ancient times, the instrument pays attention to moving people with emotion, placing affection in the music, this piano is the first of the four arts, the best of the eight sounds, the most popular in the world, but also the most emotionally moving, touching people's hearts, so that the listener can feel the mood of playing. However, although the sound of this piano is extremely beautiful, with its rhyme, its shape, and its spirit, it does not inject the slightest emotion. Lin Yun has been influenced by his mother since he was a child, and he knows a lot about musical instruments, and he himself is a master of musical instruments, how can he not hear the mystery in this piano sound.

"That's how it feels!"

"Makes sense!"

"No wonder I feel indescribably empty and lonely when I listen to it!"

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Hearing Lin Yun's analysis, the sons and brothers around him were like an enlightenment, and they suddenly woke up, turned their heads to each other, and began to discuss.

At this moment, everyone realized that what was missing from the sound of the piano was emotion, without the slightest emotional injection. Just as there is no emotional injection, this sound can be called perfect, and it can only be called heaven.

No one is perfect, and the feelings of natural people are not perfect, if there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, once the feelings are injected, the sound of the piano can not be perfect, different people hear it, there will be different feelings, some people think it is good, some people think it is bad, there will be a lot of people difficult to reconcile.

After careful observation just now, Lin Yun didn't feel any emotion from Yao Bingyun, and originally looked like a pair of watery eyes with affection, but after careful observation, he found that in the depths of the beautiful eyes filled with mist, it turned out to be an endless coldness, or an endless ethereal spirit that was more accurate.

Although Yao Bingyun has been interacting with everyone just now, playing the piano to please everyone, but in Lin Yun's eyes, Yao Bingyun is more like a bystander, looking at them silently, without any emotion, like the heavens, looking down on the common people, their words and deeds, every expression, are seen by Yao Bingyun.