Now Qingcheng, somewhere on the street.

This is a mid-range residence, but the environment is very good, pavilions, rockery spring water, and the air is still floating through the rich fairy spirit from time to time, so although the price of this place is not expensive, the business is also very hot.

Legend has it that the bottom of this inn was a spirit gathering array, and the building above the needle method was later removed, but the foundation still exists. Later, the shopkeeper of this inn was very far-sighted and built an inn on it. As soon as the inn was completed, it attracted many monks to stay.

Some people have lived for years, even centuries. Meditating in this place is not only quiet, but also full of aura. Staying here all year round, even if you don't practice, you will live longer if you are baptized by the aura for a long time.

And Ziwei and the others were also lucky, there happened to be a person who pushed off a huge private room and was occupied by them.

Several of them had already determined that Zhao Feiyan and the others had ascended safely, but they didn't understand what was going on over there. Ziwei has been inexplicably irritable these days, and she doesn't even have the desire to practice. Even he didn't even understand what was going on.

I sold a few pills and a few true immortal weapons, and a mid-stage immortal weapon, and harvested a very considerable amount of pure orange jade.

Although in his life, that special identity has made him really have no concept of such things as money, and it can even be said to be dispensable. But when you are outside and have a little currency on your body, you will feel much more at ease. However, it is better not to show off, as the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves.

this day. There are only three days left until the tribe gathers. They have already walked around the city almost, it is not very big, compared to the human world. It was equal to the general size of the capital of the principality under their imperial city. Its range is less than one-thousandth of that of Star City.

So they just changed places and tried to get a sense of freshness.

Ziwei stayed with a few big men sitting in front of the window and drank alcohol, leaving several women in the room.

It's not that the men can't drink it, it's just that the wine is a bit brainless, which makes them overwhelmed. Even Nanwei secretly reminded a few of them and asked them to persuade Ziwei, but they didn't know how to speak.

This is the second floor of the inn. It's a relatively high-end consumption. Not as loud as the first floor, messy. There are also piano girls playing and singing there, and a few beaded curtains cleverly separate the various tables. Simple yet aesthetic.

I only heard the piano girl touch the piano with her hand, and the sound of ding, brought people into another shijie.

The husband left the wife and waited, and the leaves fell in autumn and the long march was stopped. After 300,000 years of ascension. When will Lang Jun return?

My Lang Jun, my love. When you will return, I am alone. Wandering the world and having no place to live, the concubine is just waiting for you to return.

This is a piano girl dressed in a long robe, her long black hair is coiled up with a beautiful hosta, and half of the green silk naturally hangs down to her waist. Although his strength has reached the level of the True Immortal Five Heavens, his face is very pale. She is a beautiful woman, and her smile can make people's hearts move. Although it does not have the appearance of a country and a city. But she is also a rare beauty. While stroking the qin and singing, there were tears passing through. It makes people feel compassion.

Ziwei was already a talented man, and he could write several poems at the age of six, especially a few poems at the royal banquet that year, which were not only powerful, but also fierce and domineering, full of manliness, and fully illustrated his ambition.

Although he now recites less poetry, it does not mean that he cannot compose poetry.

At this time, the white-veined tiger secretly said, "Boss, pay attention, there is a table of three men next to us, and he has been sitting there for three consecutive days, as if he has been observing us.

Ziwei didn't even roll her eyes, she got up directly from the table, opened his ancient incense fan with a snap, and took a step away. Dao, this beautiful piano girl, it turns out that you are also an ascender, but you don't know which shijie you come from?

The piano girl said, back to the official, I come from the lower realm orthodoxy, the human realm.

Ziwei raised her eyebrows, it turned out to be a fellow villager. Judging by your face, you are definitely not from the West Coast, but I don't know which imperial city you are!

The Qin Nu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, squeezed out a smile with difficulty, and said, It turns out that you are also in the human world, what a rare fellow, I am a Tianxing clan, but my husband doesn't know where I am now?

Ziwei moved, it turned out to be under his Zijia city, and the border battle she sang just now, most of her husband may have died in that war 300,000 years ago.

sighed slightly in his heart, and said busily, I'm really sorry for letting you mention the past. It's not easy for a woman to be in this fairy world, give you some money, and come out less in the future, how about I buy your song?

That piano girl is committed, that xiexie official.

Ziwei said, I haven't written poetry for a long time, and today I listened to what you did, and I was moved by it, and I also wanted to offer my ugliness.

The piano girl said, looking at the confident appearance of the official, she must be talented, and the little woman can play a song for the official to thank her kindness just now.

There are a lot of people on the second floor, and those who can sit here are either powerful monks or people with heads and faces in the city. They were also curious, wondering what kind of talent this young man had.

The sound of the piano, like flowing water, flowed into the hearts of everyone. Even if the mountain stone beast is like this, the old man who followed Ziwei for a long time knows how to enjoy it with his eyes closed.

The years of life are like flowing water, thousands of years, like a dream.

How many imperial dreams have been passed down through ancient times, but for whom?

Some of the people present closed their eyes to enjoy, some drank with glasses, some hummed softly, and there were people with all kinds of movements. But at this moment, everyone stopped the movement of their hands.

After three seconds, several of them, including the golden dragon, all turned their heads and stared at Ziwei.

The piano girl said, this official, I'm afraid you are very special.

At this moment, a man at the table of people mentioned by the white-veined tiger said loudly, breaking the silence on the second floor.

The one stood up and walked slowly towards Ziwei. The man was about thirty years old, dressed in a black robe, and his whole person was quite bearable, but he was as sharp as a sword, and people did not dare to despise him.

The man daxiao said, His Royal Highness, Shijie is so big, we are really coincidental, I didn't expect to meet here again, it's really rare.

At the same time, the man's face changed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he changed to another person.

Ziwei said, is it you? (To be continued......)

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