When Ji Lang heard Qiao Yuan's words, the smile on his face immediately retracted, and most of the enthusiasm in his eyes was extinguished.

Qiao Yuan looked straight ahead, looking at the monks who came and went to the Imperial Wind Pavilion, most of them were like Ji Lang, holding folding fans and hanging wolf hair on their waists, as if they were all people with a little ink on their chests.

In addition, there is a high platform on each floor, on which there is either a woman wearing a veil and stroking the piano, or a handsome man playing the jade flute, the wonderful sound is very pleasant, so that people can't help but want to stop and listen for a while.

Qiao Yuan didn't understand the rhythm of music, but he didn't appreciate it, but when he passed by, he glanced at it and listened to it like that.

Ji Lang is a person who likes poetry and music, listening to what Qiao Yuan said just now, I don't know if he has no common language with him, or disdain to be with him, Ji Lang didn't say a word, just silently led the way.

He didn't speak, and Qiao Yuan didn't mean to take the initiative to speak, and the two of them went one after the other, and they arrived at the thirteenth floor of the Yufeng Pavilion in a short time.

The thirteenth floor is the top floor of the Yufeng Pavilion, which is the best place to watch the morning and sunset, so there are usually many literati and artists who chant poems here.

But now it is empty, eight mahogany pillars are lined up, supporting a piece of gold bricks and tiles, and the columns have classic poems left by some literati for thousands of years.

"Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. ”

Qiao Yuan read a few sentences casually, and he couldn't help but smack his tongue, even if he didn't understand the words and verses, but just looking at the surface meaning of the poems, he could imagine the wonderful scene at that time.

Just when Qiao Yuan was watching the poems, Ji Lang felt something, put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at Qiao Yuan and said.

"Qiao Daoyou, please take care of yourself, and you will have to usher in another person next. ”

Qiao Yuan's eyes flashed with a hint of discoloration, and he nodded.

He could hear Ji Lang say that he was going to welcome another person, and this person must not be the mysterious son, but someone who came to the appointment like him.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Qiao Yuan to hear a sound of footsteps, and then a man and a woman walked up to the thirteenth floor of the Yufeng Pavilion together.

That man was naturally Ji Lang, and that woman, Qiao Yuan was very unfamiliar.

She looked no more than twenty years old, and her appearance was good, but her skin was pale and had a sickly feeling.

Its whole body is shrouded in black and loose robes, making it difficult to see the figure, only the pair of green pupils are extremely attractive, like two ghosts in the night, mysterious and weird.

"Fairy, please take care of yourself, Childe will come later. ”

I don't know if Ji Lang is so cold to people who are not good at poetry and music, and when he went up to the attic, he didn't mean to introduce Qiao Yuan and the black-robed woman at all, just said lightly, and sat aside and drank wine.

Fortunately, Qiao Yuan didn't care about this, otherwise if he changed to a hot-tempered monk, he would probably be annoyed.

And the woman in black was even more indifferent than Qiao Yuan, but as soon as she started to look at him, she silently walked to the side, meditated cross-legged, and looked like no one was close.

Qiao Yuan smiled helplessly, and the polite words that he was about to step forward swallowed into his stomach raw, and his eyes turned to look at the poems on the mahogany top pillar again.

Reciting the verses on the top pillar, Qiao Yuan felt that the poems were funny, but when he saw the words on the seventh top pillar, the whole person was like being struck by lightning, and he was directly stunned on the spot.

"Looking back at the beginning of Huayun, this year is less, negative wine bags. ”

This sentence is very familiar to him, it is the words made by Lin Wenmo of the Lin family when he entered Huayun City at the beginning of that year, when he said goodbye to Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan's mind was booming, and his mind was blank for a moment, why did Lin Wenmo's words appear in the distant Donglin Continent and be engraved on the top pillar of the Imperial Wind Pavilion.

Suddenly, there seemed to be countless questions in his mind, the most important thing was, who is Lin Wenmo?

Qiao Yuan would never believe that the words made by a mortal would spread across countless thousands of miles of sea and spread here.

"Qiao Daoyou, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Lang was drinking himself, but it could be seen that Qiao Yuan's expression suddenly became strange, and he couldn't help asking.

"Ji Daoyou, do you know who the author of this sentence is, and when was this phrase engraved here?"

When Qiao Yuan heard Ji Lang's question, he hurriedly turned his head to look at him and asked with an extremely serious expression.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Ji Lang's eyes, and he secretly said that it was ridiculous for a person who didn't understand poetry to ask this.

However, he didn't show the slightest discoloration on his face, glanced at the words on the pillar, and said lightly.

The author of this phrase is a predecessor thousands of years ago, and the phrase has been engraved here for thousands of years. ”

When Qiao Yuan heard this, his whole person was once again struck by lightning, and his eyes showed a strong look of disbelief.

But it was only for a moment, and he showed a sudden look again, and secretly said that Lin Wenmo must have heard this sentence, not his own doing.

It's just that this explanation is really a bit far-fetched, every word and sentence of that poem fits the scene at that time, how can there be such a coincidence in the world.

"A pot of drunken immortals to send Shaolang, the night moon, the cold stars are bright, the ten-mile long street, gently shake the parting. It is difficult to meet in a different village, the wine is fragrant, kind-hearted, and the song is like returning to the hometown. Xiaoxiao night, holding a long sword, breaking through the sky, once said that the cloak was raised. Looking back at the beginning of Huayun, this year is less, and the wine bag is negative. ”

The monk's memory is excellent, even after decades have passed, Qiao Yuan still remembers the poem clearly.

Looking back at Huayun Chu, could it be that there is a second Huayun City in this world, or that predecessor also went out of Huayun City thousands of years ago.

But if you think about it again, Lin Wenmo once said the history of Huayun City, Huayun City evolved from a small village and town hundreds of years ago, and how could there be Huayun City thousands of years ago.

Things seemed to have become contradictory, and Qiao Yuan had to wonder if what Ji Lang said was wrong.

"I don't know where Ji Daoyou heard about the author of this sentence?"

Ji Lang couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart when he saw Qiao Yuan's expression change, but when he heard Qiao Yuan's question, he frowned slightly.

"The eight poems on this pillar are all famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages, not to mention that they are below, even the little ones in this pavilion know the source, if Qiao Daoyou doesn't believe it, you can find someone to ask at will. ”

Ji Daoyou misunderstood, he didn't mean to believe it, he was just curious about the senior who wrote the lyrics, and he wanted to know about it. ”

Qiao Yuan knew that his question was a little abrupt, so he smiled apologetically at Ji Lang and explained.

Ji Lang hid the displeasure on his face, and his expression was very cold.

"I'm really sorry, I don't know much about that senior, I just know that his cultivation is unfathomable, and he has never appeared again since he left this word here thousands of years ago. ”

Qiao Yuan suddenly felt a little headache, the road he had already walked, who knew that there was a fog again, which made it impossible to see through.

What kind of story is hidden in Huayun City, an ordinary mortal town, who is Lin Wenmo, and where is he now?

At the beginning, Qiao Yuan and Zhan Yao had been to Huayun City a few times, but because they didn't care too much about mortals, they ignored Lin Wenmo.

Now that he thinks about it, except for the time when he first entered Huayun City, he had seen Lin Wenmo a few times, and he had never seen that person since then, as if he had disappeared from the world.

When Qiao Yuan was immersed in the chaos of thoughts, Ji Lang felt something, got up again and walked down the Yufeng Pavilion.

After a while, a man dressed in black and wearing a hat followed closely behind Ji Lang and walked up.

Qiao Yuan felt a gaze full of battle intent suddenly fall on him, and then he reacted and looked up.

This look happened to meet Lijiang's eager eyes, he stepped forward, and said in a voice without the slightest emotion.

"You're advanced, that's right. ”

As he spoke, his right hand was already holding the hilt of the knife at his waist, obviously wanting to fight Qiao Yuan again.

"Friends from Jiang Dao, fighting is not allowed here. ”

Ji Lang doesn't have a good face for people who are not good at poetry and music, even in the face of Lijiang, he is also cold.

Qiao Yuan's mind was still a mess, so he was naturally in no mood to fight with Lijiang, so he reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth and responded.

"Friends from the river, business is the most important. ”

Hearing the words of the two, Li Jiang hid the battle intent in his eyes, put down his right hand holding the hilt of the knife, and silently walked to the side and sat down.

However, when Li Jiang passed in front of the woman in black, he paused and bowed his head and said.

"You're also strong. ”

The woman in black looked like an outsider from beginning to end, ignoring Qiao Yuan and Ji Lang at all, even if Li Jiang spoke in front of her at this moment, she didn't look up.

Qiao Yuan's eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of surprise, this woman in black was also a Jindan Great Perfection cultivator, in his opinion, it was just a little mysterious, but it wouldn't let him pay much attention.

At this moment, Lijiang's words aroused his interest, and he couldn't help but look at the woman a few more times.

Who knew that the woman in black seemed to notice Qiao Yuan's scrutiny, her closed eyes opened suddenly, and her slightly green pupils were extremely strange, making him inexplicably feel dangerous.

Pulling the corners of his mouth, Qiao Yuan showed a hint of an embarrassed smile, after all, it was really rude to keep looking at a woman's face.

Fortunately, the woman in black didn't care about this, just glanced at Qiao Yuan coldly, and then closed her eyes again.

Qiao Yuan put away all his thoughts and waited quietly.

No matter how strong the woman in black is, as long as she keeps her distance, she is vigilant. As for what was going on on the words on the pillar, he didn't have time to delve into it now, so he could only wait until he returned to the Nantai Continent in the future, and then went to Huayun City to have a look.

A day passed, and no one else came on the thirteenth floor of the Imperial Wind Pavilion, only Qiao Yuan and the four of them sat cross-legged and silent.

But at noon, the surrounding silence could only hear the sound of the wind, but suddenly remembered a melodious flute sound.

The sound of the flute is as crisp as the cry of a yellow warbler, and like the beginning of the spring snow, trickling through, making people unconsciously fall into a beautiful and wonderful spring picture.

At the end of the song, Qiao Yuan and the four of them came back to their senses, but they saw that a handsome man in a crimson coat had already appeared in front of them.

"I made a few friends wait for a long time. ”