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Chapter 335: The Fairy Sings

Because the previous half-soaked urine was urinated on the trouser tube, it was wet and smelly, and it was estimated that he would be ridiculed by Qu Se or Yun Qiyou, so Ye Xiaochuan did not walk back to the camp, and on tiptoes, he swept to the branch of a big tree not far from the bonfire, sat on it and leaned against the trunk, listening to Yun Qiyou's interpretation.

Under the beautiful scenery of this good day, there is a fairy playing the qin, which is really a great taste, and Ye Xiaochuan is now also beginning to be a vassal and elegant master.

However, the faint smell of urine on the trouser tube adds a bit of disgust to this taste.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't care so much, he felt that the woman in white clothes in the moonlight was really good, better than the little lady on the boat he met on the Yangtze River a while ago.

The vassal elegance can't be half pretended, and now this son is on the rise, but he can't lose his interest.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't know why when Xuan Ying beat himself out of the cave, he also returned the Huangquan Biluo Xiao to himself, which happened to come in handy now.

So, he casually pulled out the Huangquan Biluo flute on his waist.

The injuries on the hanging arms were almost healed, and they were still hung around their necks with cloth bags along the way, mainly pretending to be injured patients to eat and drink for nothing.

At this moment, he took off the gauze, brewed his emotions for a while, and began to slowly take the jade flute.

He really knows how to do it in the three lanes of plum blossoms, taught by Situ Feng, and he practiced a lot some time ago, and he has been blowing very well in everyone's style.

At the moment when the melodious sound of the flute sounded, Yun Qiyou, who was silent in the demon suppression guqin, suddenly looked up, only to see that not far away, Ye Xiaochuan was sitting on a tree branch, leaning on the trunk of the tree, and was playing the jade flute that he had been inserting in his waist.

For the first time, she found out that Ye Xiaochuan could actually blow the jade flute!

In the past, she had heard this kid sing, and the singing voice was unforgettable, almost vomiting blood.

I didn't expect this guy's broken gong voice to have some talent in musical instruments.

The three lanes of plum blossoms are classic ancient songs, which can be performed by the guqin, or by the se, flute, and pipa, and even the erhu can be pulled out.

Ye Xiaochuan's flute sound is very proficient, and he is definitely not a novice who does not know the rhythm of music.

Moreover, there seems to be a faint connection between the two, and this subtle feeling is the second time that Yun Qiyou has felt it, the first time is when he was in the Sumeru Mountains a few days ago when he was in harmony with the Xuan Ying Qin Xiao, but I didn't expect this strange feeling to resurface.

Ye Xiaochuan also felt this subtle feeling, this was the first time he had this kind of mysterious feeling when he played the jade flute.

It's just a classic song that has been passed down from generation to generation, there is nothing strange about it, and I have played it many times before, but this time I obviously feel an inexplicable feeling in the depths of my soul.

This feeling is very familiar and warm, and the hearts of both people slowly relax under this feeling.

The sound of the piano is more soft, the sound of the flute is more melodious, and both of them are gradually intoxicated with this kind of comfortable and pleasant emotion, like meeting a confidant.

The little monk sat up, tilted his bare head to look at Yun Qiyou, who was closing his eyes and stroking the qin, and then looked at Ye Xiaochuan, who was intoxicated on the branches.

He sniffled, lay down and rested again, feeling that the sound of the flute and chirping was very good, and unconsciously closed his eyes, and his palms beat gently on his thighs.

In Ye Xiaochuan's sea of souls, only Situ Feng let out a slightly incredible sigh.

"Is it the old man Huangquan's demon-suppressing guqin?"

He was the only one who heard this sentence, not even Ye Xiaochuan.

Hongchen has its own infatuation,

Mo Xiao's infatuation is too crazy.

If it weren't for a cold bone,

How can the plum blossoms be fragrant.

Ask what is the situation in the world,

Only teach people to promise life and death.

The clear and graceful singing suddenly sounded on the edge of this wilderness ancient road grove, in the moonlight, in the night wind, the song was graceful, with a bit of winter chill, and as if with a bit of green.

I saw Yun Qiyou's eight fingers flowing, her lips moved slightly, her teeth were slightly exposed, the moonlight shone on her, her white clothes were like the purest white snow, and the three-foot hair that was splashed down was like thick ink that could never be dissolved, the breeze blew, the hair was clear, and the dust was elegant.

Look at how many stories in the world,

The most soul-destroying plum blossom three lanes.

As soon as the plum blossom breaks the human intestines,

Plum blossom two lanes pondered.

Plum blossom three lanes storm,

The clouds and smoke are deep and the water is vast.

The beauty of people is breathtaking. The singing is still suffocating.

Not long after lying down, the super big bulb quit color, sat up again, rubbed his eyes vigorously with white and chubby hands, and plucked out his ears, and finally pinched a piece of fat under his waist, he grinned in pain, and tears came down.

Not a dream, heard it right, not a hallucination.

Yun Qiyou is singing!

Yun Qiyou carried a guqin on her back, and it was not surprising that she would stroke the qin.

But singing......

Among the six fairies, the Ling Bing Fairy, who is famous for her indifference and arrogance, is so quiet that she can sing!

The singing voice is soft and arrogant, cold and hot, like a heavenly sound, and the aftersound does not disappear.

Quit color idiot, Ye Xiaochuan is crazy, as if the night insects in the surrounding grass are also crazy.

After the song is over, the singing stops, and the breeze disturbs people's hearts.

The aftermath is there, the green silk is around, and the four eyes look at each other for a long time without saying a word.

Yun Qiyou, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone, and Ye Xiaochuan, who was sitting on the branch, both stared at each other, as if they had a soft intestine and a thousand words.

It is said that confidants dare to ask, but soulmates are hard to find.

Tonight, the piano flute and the sound of heaven play the sound of heaven and wash everything in the world.

Silence may be the best outcome at the moment.

Ye Xiaochuan's heart was pounding, and he looked at Yun Qiyou's eyes from a distance, very bright and clear, and he didn't know if it was his illusion or because Yun Qiyou was sitting next to the bonfire.

He felt that the coldness of the past in Yun Qiyou's eyes seemed to disappear at this moment, as if there were two flames burning in her eyes.

Yun Qiyou's heart was also beating very violently, and she didn't know why, in the piano flute and song just now, she couldn't help but sing the plum blossom three lanes, as if it was a matter of course, and she sang it so naturally.

The boy sitting on the branch of the tree, as he remembers, still gives people a sense of cynicism.

However, at this moment, when facing Ye Xiaochuan, she felt an unprecedented subtle feeling.

Warm, cozy, fiery, shy......

With her current Taoist concentration, she seems to be unable to suppress her inner emotions, and her heart is beating wildly.

It was a strange feeling, and she had never felt it before with any man.