Chapter 013: Yanlou Tianxiang
The black hair is flowing, the white shadow is shaking, the sword sound is sonorous, the sword rain is drifting, and then there is silence, the breeze and the moon are bright, and the two walk hand in hand to the end of the world. Pen Γ fun Γ Pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
One is tall, holding an iron sword, the other is elegant, beautiful and dignified, the two go hand in hand, and since then they have been hidden in the rivers and lakes, and the stone chips on the peak wall behind them suddenly fell down, and twenty-four large characters carved by the sword appeared on the wall:
If the love is deep, it is ruthless, and if the love is shallow, it is worry-free.
The sword is fine, there is no self, and the chivalrous saint is nameless.
Eighteen years later.
Clear.
Night Moon.
Tianxiang Building.
Do you know Suzaku Castle?
You may not know Vermilion Bird City, but you must know Tianxiang Tower! If you know Vermilion Bird City, it must be because of Tianxiang Tower.
Tianxianglou is the green building in the Vermilion Bird City, famous far and wide, and there are people who come all the way to the Vermilion Bird City all the year round, just to come to this Tianxiang Building.
Tianxianglou, not only because of its golden eaves and jade walls, carved railings and jade masonry, a group of luxury, splendid, full, lively, but also because of the girls here are all national color Tianxiang.
Tianxiang Building deserves to be Tianxiang Building.
The audience seems to be a sea of men forever, surging like waves, and on the stage is the stage for girls, singing and dancing.
There are drunken people in the audience, there are elderly men coughing, and there are conceited and merry men shouting the name of the most beautiful girl in Tianxianglou, of course, the most beautiful woman he shouted may be the most uneye-catching one in the eyes of others. In fact, even if there is the most unsightly woman in Tianxiang Building, it is not ugly.
Ge Tianxiang, the owner of Tianxiang Building, is busy greeting distinguished guests, she is thirty years old this year, but she is still full of spring breeze and beautiful like a flower. It is said that a thirty-year-old woman is a flower, which is quite reasonable.
It seems that there will always be only a man's voice in the audience. On the stage, there are not only the beautiful and clear singing voices of women, but also the strings of musical instruments such as guzheng and pipa.
At the end of the song, the men did not hesitate to applaud. The applause sent away the previous song and ushered in the next one, everyone is looking forward to it, and they are more patient than expecting anything, because Ge Tianxiang, the owner of Tianxianglou, has already said on the stage just now that it is the treasure of Tianxianglou that will appear.
I don't care about drinking, I don't care about playing dice, I don't care about chatting, and I don't care about chanting poetry to moan about the disease.
Waiting quietly has become the only breath here. A good wait may be unsettling and throbbing, but not because she's about to appear. As long as you can see her, it doesn't matter how long you wait.
Musical instruments and harmony, smoke billowing, six young women dancing on the stage, a large pink bud slowly rose in the center of the stage, after the whole was exposed, the bud slowly bloomed, slowly bloomed, it was a strange large bright water lily, lifelike. The crowd was dumbfounded.
"Wow-" everyone couldn't help but let out an exclamation.
I saw that a jade hand suddenly poked out of the smoke lotus, and people would associate it with the peerless beauty when they saw this jade hand, just as they would think of the Jinluan Hall when they saw the dragon chair. This jade hand is as white as porcelain, flawless, soft as boneless, and pitiful.
Then the lotus flower revealed the other hand of the peerless beauty, the sleeve of her hand covered the beauty's peerless face, and the beauty could vaguely see the beauty's long hair like a waterfall, and the audience couldn't help but exclaim again.
Then this wonderful person suddenly jumped out like a fairy, and her peerless face was displayed in front of everyone, wow, is she the legendary flower fairy sleeping in the flower bud, she is simply a fairy from the sky.
The crowd was excited, and the shouts overshadowed the sound of the instruments on the stage. When the beauty smiled, the shouts from the audience became even louder.
Her eyebrows are thin and curved, her autumn waves are pitiful, her green silk is like a dream, her skin is as white as fat like jade,
Her graceful posture is like a myth, dancing in a white gauze skirt, the hearts of the men in the audience seem to have stopped beating, and they can't care about beating, and their souls seem to be out of their bodies and dance with her.
She is the treasure of Tianxianglou - Xiao Xiang.
Look at her, everyone looks at her and looks straight - man.
The beauty danced, sang a little song, the cherry red mouth opened and closed, the love was longer, and her voice was so wonderful:
"When you love him, you like to love the newborn moon, when you like him, you like to see Mei Shaoyue, when you think of him, you say a few songs about Xijiang Yue, and when you look forward to him, you seem to look forward to the moon. At the beginning, I wanted to say goodbye, but today I will abandon each other, and we want to meet like fishing for the bright moon under the water......"
On the threshold stood a young man, dressed in cloth and wearing no ornaments. He is not too tall but not short, he is delicate, his face is still a little childish, his eyes are as sharp as knives, no one approaches him, maybe no one dares to approach him, he seems to exude a sharp aura that ordinary people do not have.
Fortunately, no one would be standing in this place at this time, and they all squeezed into it desperately.
His waist was straight, and he looked motionless at the stage, looking at this young beauty and listening to her pleasant tunes. He didn't know what this place was, he didn't know how he got here, he didn't even know why he was so obsessed with it.
He doesn't understand.
His name is Zhang Siyu, when he first entered the rivers and lakes, he has always wanted to be an upright person, and he has been doing upright things, although he has only been out of the mountain for two days, the four-foot-seven-inch silver and white iron sword he holds in his left hand can tell you:
Yesterday, the time was just about this time, the night was dark and the wind was high, the pedestrians on the street were even more sparse, the boy walked alone, he walked not fast, but faster than others, his pace was so orderly.
His waist was straight, his face seemed a little cold, the iron sword in his hand glistening in the moonlight, and his hand gripping the scabbard was holding it hard.
What kind of sword is this?
This should be a sword with a story!
Suddenly, there was a strange sound in the night sky, as if a few big birds were flying by, and I couldn't tell what it was. Four of the only five passers-by on the street were stunned, and they couldn't help but look up, only to find that there was nothing in the night sky, but just looking up, these four people died.
"Bah", "Boom", "Bang", "Bang", the four great heads brushed to the ground, and the four corpses suddenly collapsed, bleeding all over the ground.
Zhang Siyu Huo Ran stopped, he was one of the five pedestrians on the street, he didn't look up at the sky just now, because his eyes kept looking at the front of his steps. He was the only one alive, his hands rattling from too hard.
In the blink of an eye, the boy was surrounded by eight strange black bats, each of which was as tall as an ordinary person, only to see that their whole body was a mass of black, the huge black bat wings were still fanning, and the two eyes emitted a red glow like longing for blood, could it be that they were really eight ghost bats from hell, and they came to the human world to ask for their lives?
Of course, Zhang Siyu knew that they were not life-seeking ghosts in hell, he knew that they were all fierce beasts, how could ordinary bats be so big, and it was impossible for ordinary bats to glow red at all.
"I recognize this sword. β
It turned out that bats could also speak, and the bat that spoke was standing in front of Zhang Siyu, and it was taller than the other seven bats.
Zhang Siyu's eyes were suddenly full of anger, and his heart was surging, but his face was still very cold, and his voice was also very cold, he said:
"Just because you know this sword, just to come down and see this sword, you killed four innocent people. β
The eight black bats suddenly emitted billowing black smoke all over their bodies, and when the black smoke dissipated, the eight black bats suddenly became eight people, dressed in black, almost forty years old, all with dark faces, and their black cloaks made a slight noise in the night wind.
The man in front of the young man was dressed more ornately than the others, and his status was obviously nobler, and the man in black said mockingly:
"That's right, they deserve to die, nothing is innocent to us, and we don't know what it means to be innocent. It's still there, our trip is also to do the business of killing, anyway, it's better to kill less than to kill more, and it doesn't matter if you don't make any money by killing a few more of them. It was a straightforward tone.
He is the ghost bat king of the Demon Dynasty, the light skill "flying bat" stands alone in the world, a pair of iron hooks are powerful in the martial arts, killing people like hemp, cruel methods, and specializing in killing people on the rivers and lakes.
Zhang Siyu clenched the iron sword in his hand, stared coldly at the person in front of him, he raised the sword, and said coldly: "Do you really recognize this sword?"
Note: "When you love him, you like to love the newborn month, and when you like him, you like to see Mei Shaoyue......" This article is excerpted from Yuanqu Xiaoling's "Sai Hongqiu, Love Him Like Love the Newborn Month", the author is anonymous.
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