Entering Yuexuan, Xu Ran heard a melodious and pleasant piano sound, and both of them slowed down.

In a room, a woman played the piano elegantly, leaving only Xu Ran with a back.

At first glance, it seems to be twenty-seven or eighteen-year-olds, but that kind of elegant temperament is by no means comparable to that of twenty-seven or eight-year-old women.

The silver palace dress looks so suitable on her body, and in terms of temperament alone, Xu Ran has not found anyone who can compare with it. Noble, elegant, like a water lotus, out of the mud but alone in the heart of the noble.

Moreover, this woman does not have half a point of soul power fluctuations on her body, and she is obviously not a soul master.

Tang Yuehua's martial soul was the mutated martial soul of Haotian Hammer, causing the soul power level to stay at level nine.

"It's such an elegant song, like in a quiet and peaceful country." Xu Ran savored it carefully, his thoughts flew with the song, the ridges in the countryside, the teenager under the starry sky, the green fields, and a sense of tranquility and peace.

There is no trace of pressure, as if the whole person is much more relaxed.

Although Tang Yuehua was born with a mutation of the Haotian Hammer, which caused him to be unable to cultivate, he also awakened his own talent realm, the noble ring, which is why Tang Yuehua has an elegant and transcendent aristocratic temperament.

And Tang Yuehua placed his affection on the literati and elegant things such as qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and gradually, he had a noble and clean temperament.

After being by Tang Yuehua's side for a long time, he will be infected by the breath on Tang Yuehua's body, which is also an important reason why Tang San was sent to Yuexuan by Tang Hao after he came out of the killing capital in the original book.

The lead is washed and mellow.

Gradually, the sound of the piano gradually floated, Tang Yuehua was born in the aristocracy after all, and he stayed in Yuexuan all the year round, how could he play the real song of landscape and pastoral.

Tang Yuehua also sensed that something was wrong at this time, her eyebrows were furrowed, she was now perfecting her piano music, but she still felt that something was missing, which made her wonder and couldn't understand.

The feeling of loss made her feel a little lost.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, her piano skills are already very good, but in her opinion, it is still not enough. She must leave her famous works in order not to regret this life.

If she can leave a track that will be passed on forever, then she can really be regarded as a famous artist. Then even if she Tang Yuehua has no achievements in cultivation, she is not a waste of time.

"It's a pity." Xu Ran looked at Tang Yuehua's appearance, frowning, and that faint melancholy seemed to have a hint of nobility, even unhappy was so moving.

The kind of temperament that is close in front of you, but seems to be far away in the sky, and you can't play with it just from a distance.

It is not a vulgar beauty, not in its form, but in its god. But then again, Tang Yuehua's appearance is also a must, but it is really too far behind her temperament.

Xu Ran searched his music library in his mind, with his current cultivation, as long as he heard something in his previous life, he could find it in his mind, and his memory was also very clear.

"The Original Scenery of Hometown".

The true heart, the original beauty, the breeze, the ridges, the flowing water, the blue sky and white clouds, the smoke curling, the melodious flute can arouse the softness of people's hearts.

Xu Ran thought about it, raised the flute, and played it slowly.

This piece is also one of Xu Ran's favorite songs, and it would be great if it could bloom in Tang Yuehua's hands. It is not difficult for Xu Ran to catch up with Tang Yuehua, for people like Tang Yuehua, what he pursues is artistic attainments and a heart belonging, which is much simpler than others.

Especially emotionally, as long as you show your knowledge in front of Tang Yuehua, you can get Tang Yuehua's admiration. Turning this admiration into a relationship between men and women is not difficult for a veteran of flowers like Xu Ran.

It's just that after seeing Tang Yuehua, Xu Ran disdained to use this too calculating method to get her, everything went naturally, with so many kinds of knowledge reserves in his previous life, he was a moving treasure trove for Tang Yuehua.

He wasn't worried at all that Tang Yuehua wouldn't be interested in him.

The melodious flute sound wafted in the moon pavilion. The original style of the hometown is a landscape painting, the scenery is poetic, the landscape is picturesque, quiet and beautiful.

Sometimes, many people can sit motionless and stare into the distance for a lot. That's because there are old people in the distance, and there are memories in my heart.

The quiet music, for a moment, especially the cool breeze in the hot summer instantly washed the soul of the listener, and everyone in the moon pavilion closed their eyes and enjoyed it quietly after a short period of shock.

The feeling of peace and tranquility made them feel as if their previous lives had no meaning.

It's wonderful, it's simply wonderful.

Even Teacher Tang Yuehua may not be able to play such music.

This is a music that transcends the outside of things, far beyond the mundane.

In the piano room, Tang Yuehua listened to this wonderful flute sound, which was a real rural atmosphere, as if it could bring people to that kind of quiet place where no one disturbed her.

"What beautiful tunes, what are my ones compared to?" Tang Yuehua muttered, and the sound of the piano in his hand slowly played with Xu Ran's flute, echoing Xu Ran.

That spiritual enjoyment, above all else, fascinated her.

Her heart was extremely shocked, because she knew that this song would definitely be famous all over the world and passed on forever.

She wanted to go back more than once to see who the person who played the music was, this kind of music art was probably a big man who had already been famous all over the world. But why hasn't she heard that there is such a person in the world?

However, she still suppressed the idea of wanting to see the musician, played it with her heart, and recorded this song.

After a long time, after the song was finished, Tang Yuehua turned her head suddenly, wanting to see the man's face.

She had just had a heart-to-heart exchange with the piper, and although she had never met each other, she was like an old friend who had known each other for many years.

In her mind, such a master might be an old man in his seventies and eighties, with a white beard, but she was still shocked the moment she saw Xu Ran.

The sword eyebrows are starry-eyed, and the vast and elegant and delicate air is not lost. A nine-inch body is enough to stand up to the sky. His eyes were as dark as ink and affectionate and deep, with a high nose bridge, a black robe, a white jade flute in his hand, and a blue belt around his waist. A head of black hair was untied, straight down, and a few strands of hair hung down and quietly stuck to the man's face, looking like a peerless demon at a glance.

In an instant, Tang Yuehua lost her mind, she had never seen such a special man, just a person standing there, like a perfect work of art. Not to mention that it is far beyond her artistic attainments.

"There are still such strange men in the world, but I am lonely and unheard." Tang Yuehua muttered in her heart. In front of Xu Ran, she had a feeling of shame for the first time.

Even in front of the Snowy Night Emperor and some Titled Douluo, she was arrogant, and she didn't let her eyebrows go, but in front of Xu Ran, she found that she was actually nothing more than that. The young man in front of him has far surpassed her in music.