Xun Qiu went to the entrance of the cave and found a stone wall to lean on, he slightly let go of some energy protection, and the cold wind of the soul domain poured in with the roar of soul energy, cutting his face with a faint pain.

Even so, it took a long time for Xun Qiu to really come to his senses.

He began to realize that perhaps the spirit energy was not completely useless.

The woman in the cave was indeed too tempting, and the previous scene was indeed extremely dangerous, really a little bit, so much so that she couldn't have any more impulse.

He exhaled, as if he was going to vomit out all the depression in his heart, and the whole person was a little prostration, he was very tired, tired.

Xun Qiu thought a lot, about this matter and the previous things, more and more he felt that he was facing a woman who he couldn't see through at all, and didn't know what he was thinking, he thought of the ambiguous scene in the cave before, and even had the idea of leaving her and running away by himself in his mind.

When he thought the idea was crazy, there was a light singing voice from inside the cave, which was very pleasant to the ear, and sounded very comfortable, like a tranquilizer, and like a spring breeze, which made people intoxicated, but not addicted.

The sound of the rushing water kept coming from the water world, and he felt the cheerful mood.

Xun Qiu closed his eyes and listened quietly, his tangled clenched fists slowly released, and then he opened his eyes, glanced into the cave, and laughed softly.

Women love to be clean, let alone such a peerless beauty, maybe he really thinks too much.

So Xun Qiu set up another layer of protection at the entrance of the cave to prevent the soul qi from seeping into it and affecting her interest. He didn't know why he was doing it, and he didn't bother to think about it anymore.

He began to think about the good.

This time I came to the soul realm, and I was accompanied by a beautiful girl, which is actually a very beautiful thing.

He took out the wine bag from the Qiankun bag and took a sip of the strong wine into his throat, his expression was still indifferent.

Then he rummaged in the Qiankun bag and found a small packet of fried green beans, he pinched one and put it in his mouth, the taste was still very fresh, it should be a recent thing, but he thought about it repeatedly for a long time, and he forgot the specific time.

When does forgetfulness begin?

He shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly, no longer thinking about it, eating a few green beans every time he took a sip of wine, he stretched out two fingers at a time, only took out one, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

He drank half a bag of wine, and he was not drunk at all, but his mind was empty, and he felt that he could see farther.

His gaze followed the ridge in front of him, and he noticed the branches in the Soul Forest that swayed like a magic hand, the trees in the eastern part of the Soul Forest were a little broken, and the rocks were slightly messy, as if they had been destroyed a long time ago and had not yet fully recovered.

He looked at the black night sky and remembered many things.

He thought of the night in Moshan, the starry sky was faintly bright, the forest was quiet and cool, and at that time, Master Wendao was sitting on a rattan chair, shaking a fan, looking like he couldn't wake up for a long time.

Eleven years have passed.

After all, the blood in this body comes from Yixia Xun Changfeng, Xun Changfeng is not only a superb cultivator, but also has no appearance, he is not as rough as an ordinary general, he looks fierce, but a little like a scholar with an elegant temperament.

Xun Qiu is quite like Xun Changfeng in this regard, he doesn't have much beard, so he doesn't have to shave his face, he doesn't have the habit of growing a beard, his face is clean, and people who dare to joke with him say that his skin looks like a woman.

He didn't know why he was so hypocritical tonight, but when he opened his mouth, he started singing.

Perhaps it was because of the drink, and his voice was not like his appearance or temperament, but a little rough, as if it had been weathered.

I came on horseback with a sword.

Look at the cuteness you are waiting for.

How familiar this scene is.

Hold your hand tightly and can't bear to part.

Every time I want to speak.

But he was reluctant to be calm.

Give me some time to focus.

Take a good look at your beauty.

You can't get back the love you give.

I can't give you what I owe you.

......

After Xiao Yelan washed it, she put on her underwear, and put on a layer of tulle on the outside, although she couldn't see the underwear, she could vaguely notice the corners of the underwear, and she walked out of the hole one by one, thinking about the appearance of the young man outside.

She has thought about thousands of pictures, there are anger, tension, sinking, and calm, but there is only no heroism, or vicissitudes.

She suppressed what she had thought before, and threw out all the thoughts of how to step forward to tease him and let him notice her plump and sultry breasts, and instead sat down on the side and listened to him sing quietly.

His voice was not loud, but it was sonorous and powerful, and his eyes were as bright as fire, as if they had turned into countless flames, and even the dark soul realm fell into his eyes, turning into a burning world.

Especially the lyrics in his mouth, she thinks it's very good, like telling a sweet and helpless story.

She has always been a person, at least emotionally, many men are willing to give everything for her, but she has never thought of paying a penny for a man.

She doesn't understand emotions, and she doesn't want to understand, she always feels that it is just an adjustment to the boring life of mortals for decades, nothing more.

Strangely, in that lyric she did not hear a story similar to herself, but read an emotion.

She took a harmonica from her bosom, put it between her lips and began to blow softly.

It was a relic of her mother, and when she was young, her father almost never visited them, and her mother liked to play the harp alone under the willows in the backyard, and she had heard it countless times, but only half of it, two and a half to be exact.

Because there were a few notes in the middle that she couldn't play correctly, but she also played those notes according to her mother's teaching, but she always jumped a little in her ears.

This piece was rare, because she had never heard it again except to listen to her mother, and she asked for the name of the piece countless times, but her mother always rubbed her head gently and did not tell her.

Until one day, my mother cried at the piano, and the sunset burned beautifully that day, and my mother muttered to herself to the sunset, saying three words over and over again.

Evening clouds, evening clouds......

Then she took these three words as the name of the piece.

Xun Qiu sang a short section of the tune, and the sound of the piano sounded in his ears, and the sound of the piano was murmuring, like flowing water, which was very good.

He turned his head to look at the beautiful girl with a faint fragrance and a shawl with black hair and a shawl, playing the harmonica gently.

She squinted her eyes, her body moving slightly to the sound of the piano, enjoying it extremely and reveling in it.

He laughed, very lightly, but it made people look very comfortable, and the mood of the piano player seemed more pleasant, and the sound of the piano became more melodious.

He then sang the second measure of the ditty.

The rough singing voice is accompanied by the melodious piano sound, which has a unique charm.

A picture appeared in her eyes, she couldn't see the men and women in the picture clearly, but she couldn't think about the story described in the picture inexplicably.

The song and the piano are like the soul of a silent picture.

Evening cloudy day.

Every time I share it with you.

The taste of love, I only understood at this moment.

After a while, both of them ended, and they stopped in unison, and Xun Qiu took a breath softly, as if there was a faint relaxation in the air.

Xiao Yelan turned around and returned to the cave, Xun Qiu wanted to ask her something, but she didn't speak.

He smiled and shook his head, and in a moment the figure had come out again.

The tulle on her body was gone, and it was a slender cyan skirt, which didn't have much charm, and it was too much more restrained than the previous revealing clothes.

Xiao Yelan came to Xun Qiu and sat down, sitting quietly, shoulder to shoulder with him, as if he could feel the heartbeat of the people around him.

Xun Qiu moved, Xiao Yelan thought he was going to move to the other side to hide from himself, but the former turned to her sideways and smiled, and then turned back.

"Can you tell me your story?"

"For example?" Xun Qiu asked rhetorically, and then said, "How many exercises have I cultivated, how many masters do I have, where do I come from, and what does it have to do with the power of the six realms?"

Xiao Yelan shook her head and said softly: "I'm not interested in those things, at least not now." ”

"And what are you interested in?"

"Tell me about you and Yingying. She bent her legs, folded her arms around her knees, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Xun Qiu with a smile, as if she was listening to a story.

Despite the dim light, Xun Qiu found that when she laughed, there were still two beautiful dimples.

"Then you have to exchange stories with me, I don't do a loss-making business. ”

"Okay, you go first. Xiao Yelan happily agreed, and then she snatched the wine bag from Xun Qiu's hand, put it to her mouth and took a sip.

Xun Qiu stretched out his hand to interrupt her, but he didn't have time, and his half-outstretched arm looked a little embarrassed.

Xiao Yelan naturally understood what was going on, she threw the wine bag to Xun Qiu, and her pretty face was flushed.

Xun Qiu began to speak, she gradually raised her head, forgot the previous episode, and began to sound seriously.

When Xun Qiu finished telling the story, Xiao Yelan stood up and stretched her waist, and the moving curves were perfectly displayed.

"It's not early, take a break, there are big things to do later, and it's important to conserve energy." ”

"Don't take a fuss away from the conversation, sit down. ”

Seeing that Xun Qiu was not fooled, Xiao Yelan stuck out her tongue cutely, and then said pitifully: "About my story, I'll tell you when I have time, let's owe it first, okay." ”

Xun Qiu snorted and said, "I thought before that you might lie to me, I really shouldn't believe you." ”

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, okay, next time I promise not, it's windy here, let's go into the cave." Xiao Yelan said softly.

Xun Qiu stood up, looked at her and said, "Then you were still wearing so thin before." ”

What did he mean before, Xiao Yelan naturally understood.

"I didn't look at it carefully, don't you think it's a pity? Xiao Yelan laughed mischievously, and leaned into Xun Qiu very temptingly, and the faint body fragrance came to her face.

Xun Qiu dodged around, and said lightly: "What is not careful, that red dress is not bad." So saying, he went to the cave first.

The clothes before were white, huh?

Xiao Yelan was a little puzzled, and then she understood what Xun Qiu was referring to, and her pretty face turned red.