On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where does the jade teach.

Fu Huanjing and Ye Luming have not seen each other for a long time, and their feelings of longing arise spontaneously.

"The bright moon on the twenty-four bridges reflects the quiet and clear night, where are you, a beauty, teaching people to blow the flute now?" Fu Huanjing leaned against the window and looked at the moon and muttered to himself.

Fu Huanjing originally greeted his friend Ye Luming's recent situation, but deliberately teased his best friend Ye Luming in a joking tone, asking him where he taught the courtesans to dance and have fun every night at the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.

Fu Huanjing skillfully integrated the beautiful legend of twenty-four beauties blowing the flute on the bridge with the real life of watching the gods on the Yueming Bridge.

Therefore, it objectively creates a trance impression of a jade person, and also refers to a courtesan and a dancer.

At first hearing, it is like seeing the moonlight shrouded on the twenty-four bridges, and the beauty of the is dressed in silver, like a white and smooth jade.

Fu Huanjing seemed to hear the melodious sound of whimpering, floating in the cold autumn night in the south of the Yangtze River, echoing between the green mountains and green waters.

The green mountains are faintly green and the water is thousands of miles away, and the grass and trees in the south of the Yangtze River have not withered in autumn.

Fu Huanjing's words deliberately portray Yangzhou in late autumn, which is still green with green waters and green mountains, lush vegetation and trees. The moonlit night of the 24th Bridge is still melodious, and by the way, he ridiculed the leisure and comfort of his friend Ye Luming's life, expressing Fu Huanjing's deep nostalgia for the past life in Yangzhou.

After Fu Huanjing's spiritual pet Sumeru heard this, he suddenly felt that the artistic conception was beautiful, beautiful and handsome, and full of interest.

"Master, why don't you go to the Demon Realm in person to find your best friend Yelu Ming?" asked the spirit pet Sumeru very puzzled.

"I am fortunate to have gained, but I have lost my life. Fu Huanjing sighed.

Ye Luming, the spear god of the Demon Realm, has not been very comfortable living recently.

Ye Luming, who had nothing, was seriously injured by the Jueyou stream, talking alone and saying that he was dead.

Where does the death come from?

Ao Rui, the storyteller of the Fuchen Teahouse, sold a pass to Sedum Tianming, only casually left a sentence to say later, and went to the city to drink with an empty wine jug.

Looking back, this storyteller is also very strange, he is a complete drunkard, but he prefers to tell stories in the floating dust teahouse where there is no alcohol, which is very incomprehensible.

Sedum had been paying attention to the storyteller Ao Rui for some time, and secretly found that he had to walk thousands of steps every day, back and forth between the Fuchen Teahouse and the Xu Miao Distillery in the city.

One day, in the dark of the alley in the city, Jing Tianming happened to meet the storyteller Ao Rui who performed immortal magic and rescued a stunning beauty.

Nowadays, in the human world under the ears and eyes, land immortals are as common as rain falling on the earth. Every day, the immortal Dao Saint in mid-air will often accidentally hit the sword flying into his arms, and fall to the ground like a dog gnawing mud.

Ao Rui, a storyteller with excellent immortal law, why doesn't he fly with the sword every day to buy wine, but prefers to walk thousands of steps on foot?

This question haunted Sedum Tianming, making it difficult for him to sleep after tossing and turning.

"I told you, but you didn't listen. I listened to you and didn't do it, and you didn't accept it, what do you want me to do? Sui Fengqi said.

"Is it wrong, too?" Yin Liubei asked rhetorically.

"So your mind says that I rescued you from the clutches of the Shadow Shadow Eagle and harmed you for the rest of your life, right?"

"I've never said that! Admittedly, the human world is not my home, I am just a passing visitor to your human world. After Fu Huanjing, the down-and-out young master of the Illusory Realm, and slashing the Ten Thousand Shadows Trace Eagle with a sword, I will return to the Illusory Continent. Yin Liubei explained.