The foundation-building mid-level monk laughed and said, "Since Brother Ouyang also has a crush on Miss Yujue, then the junior brother is no longer fighting with Brother Ouyang, but you have to give me a pot of Flame Flower Carving Wine." ”

Others gave face, and Ouyang Jiannan couldn't hurt the other party's face, so he smiled and said: "Brother Yue, you don't want to suffer, my pot of flame flower carving wine is also worth three thousand spars, but since Brother Yue has spoken, I can't be stingy, I'll let someone send it to the house for you when I go back." ”

The monk smiled and thanked him.

Seeing this, everyone also knew who the flowers were tonight, and they laughed one by one, and the rest of the monks of the same rank as Ouyang Jiannan also joked with them.

Na Yuhan saw that there was already a buyer for tonight's auction, and was just about to announce the result, when he heard a voice say lightly: "Thirty-three thousand spars." ”

The flower-viewing hall fell silent in an instant, and everyone turned their heads to look back, all eyes focused on Zhang Philosophy.

Seeing that everyone looked at him, Zhang Zhe smiled and arched his hand around.

At this time, Ouyang Jiannan's face was already gloomy, he didn't expect that a beginner-level cultivator would dare to compete with him, and it was a strange face.

"Thirty-five thousand spars. Ouyang Jiannan stared at Zhang Philosophy and said in a deep voice.

Zhang Zhe smiled at Ouyang Jiannan, raised his hand, and said, "Thirty-eight thousand crystals." ”

"Forty thousand. ”

"Forty-one thousand spars. ”

At this time, many people were already gloating, and most of the people present knew that this Ouyang Jiannan was a lord who would repay him, so as soon as he opened his mouth, except for those few people at the same level as him, basically no one shouted the price, even those monks of the same level as him were not willing to tear their faces with him because of a woman, they were all mixed up in Xiaolan City, and they didn't look up to see each other, so it was really unnecessary to set up a strong enemy for themselves for this matter.

The happiest person present was Yuhan, she was not afraid of offending people, because this was the property of the Yin Yang Sect, and no one dared to make trouble in Pinhua Villa, not even the Jindan monk. And the competition between Ouyang Jiannan and Zhang Zhezhi is what she likes to see, because the higher the price, her own commission will also increase.

"Boy, are you sure you still have to bid with the old man?" asked Ouyang Jiannan coldly.

The entire flower-viewing hall fell silent, watching the two argue.

"The one with the highest price wins, this is the rule of Pinhua Villa, right?" Zhang Zhezhi looked at Yuhan on the stage: "Sister Yuhan, am I right?"

Na Yuhan covered his mouth and giggled first, and then said in a coquettish voice: "This brother is right." ”

Zhang Zhe looked at Ouyang Jiannan again and said with a smile: "Forty-one thousand spars, that's right." ”

Ouyang Jiannan stared at Zhang Philosophy for a long time, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, then stood up, and said as he walked outside: "I wish Daoyou a moment of Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, Daoyou must taste it well, maybe there will be no chance in the future." ”

At this time, everyone in the flower viewing hall had already regarded Zhang Zhezhi as a dead man, and some people were already saying: "It is worth it to be able to taste the soul of the Yujue girl before she dies." ”

Someone laughed and said: "If I die on Miss Yujue, it will be romantic to die as a ghost under Luo's skirt." ”

All of these are the same meaning, and Zhang Zhi is dead.

Among the people, Zhang Zhezhi felt the most sorry for Yuhan, she felt that if Zhang Zhezhi did not die, he should be a regular customer, and the long-term business that could have sent a steady stream of spars to Pinhua Villa has now become a hammer deal, which is really a pity.

Yuhan walked up to Zhang Zhezhi in a variety of ways, bent down and saluted: "Since the seniors have won the first bed of Miss Yujue, then please come with the juniors." "Knowing that Zhang Philosophy is a mortal person, Yu Han didn't even bother to ask Zhang Philosophy's name, anyway, after tonight, this person will disappear.

Zhang Zhe smiled and nodded, stood up and followed Yu Han and walked behind.

As soon as the two went out, the flower viewing hall became lively, and soon someone opened a gambling game, fifty to one bet that Zhang Philosophy would not die. Almost everyone present shook their heads, only one of the good deeds threw out a hundred hedron to bet on the immortality of philosophy, and the banker laughed and accepted the only bet.

Under the guidance of Yuhan, Zhang Zhezhi turned around for a long time before stopping in front of a small stone building by the lake.

Yu Han saluted Zhang Zhe and said: "Senior, this is Miss Yujue's show building, seniors go in by themselves, juniors wish seniors a happy spring breeze." ”

Zhang Philosopher nodded and walked towards the small building.

This small building made of stone has only two floors, which is different from the common architectural style of Zhang Philosopher, some like the European and American rural architectural style of Zhang Philosopher's previous life, the first floor is only supported by a few stone pillars, there are no walls, but white cloth curtains are hung around it, and when the wind blows, the cloth curtains flutter, which has a very eerie feeling.

I followed the stairs to the second floor, turned the screen blocking the staircase, and what came into my eyes was a piece of white, the furniture, the soft collapse, and the tea set and Yaoqin were all white, but there were four pots of orchids in the four corners of the room, which was extremely eye-catching in this white room. If it weren't for these four pots of flowers, Zhang Zhezhi would still think that he had entered a mourning hall.

Night pearls are hung on all sides of the hall, so the room is very bright. No one was in the hall, Zhang Zhe walked through the hall and walked to the balcony outside, but there was no one in sight, so he coughed lightly and said, "Wu Tian of the Ancient Sword Sect, please see Miss Yujue." ”

"It turned out to be a senior disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect, no wonder he didn't take Ouyang Jiannan's old thing seriously. With a delicate voice, a figure dressed in white walked slowly through the moon gate.

Zhang Zhezhi raised his eyes and saw that the Yu Jue in front of him was dressed in white, his appearance was extremely handsome, but he was fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pointed melon seed face, big eyes, a high nose bridge, a small mouth as red as a flower, eyes like stars, with a bit of coldness, and a sense of indifference that rejected people and thousands of miles away, which can be regarded as unparalleled. The ink hair poured down like clouds, scattered around the waist, with a few scattered, elegant temperament out of the dust, pure as a heavenly fairy.

Zhang Zhezhi saw that Yu Jue was not only beautiful, but also not low, and he was actually one level higher than himself, and he was already a middle-level cultivator. He really couldn't figure out what kind of sect the Yin and Yang Sect was, could it be that the people in its sect all relied on mining, yang, supplementing, and yin to practice? By the way, he earned some spars, which could be regarded as killing two birds with one stone, not only was he happy, but also the spars were in the account.

"Yin Yang Sect Yu Jue has seen Daoyou. The woman walked up to Zhang Philosopher and bowed, and said softly.

Zhang Zhe looked at this teenage appearance of the foundation building monk, and arched his hand and said, "Wu Tian has seen Yujue Daoyou. ”

Yu Jue looked at Zhang Zhe, pursed his lips and smiled, revealing two charming dimples, and said, "Daoist friends, would you like to listen to Yu Jue play and sing?"

Zhang Zhezhi saw her smile, like an epiphany that suddenly bloomed, and suddenly brought out a burst of joy in the coldness, and couldn't help but light up in his eyes. Fortunately, he was used to seeing countless beauties in his previous life, and he had already had the ability to resist, and when he heard Yu Jue ask him, he smiled and said, "Okay, I am willing to listen to Miss Yu Jue's voice." ”

Yu Jue smiled again, naturally stepped forward to take Zhang Zhizhi's hand, walked towards Na Yaoqin, and asked, "What kind of music do Daoyou like?"

"Any song is good, and I don't know much about the tune in the next one, Miss Yujue is free to do it. Zhang Zhezhi only felt that Yu Jue's little hands were as warm as jade, extremely soft and smooth, and they felt very good in his hands, and he couldn't help but stretch out his fingers and gently hook her palm twice.

"Oops, it's itchy. Yu Jue giggled and withdrew her little hand, turned her head and gave Zhang Philosopher a coquettish look, then walked behind Yaoqin and sat down, pointed to the soft collapse on the opposite side and said, "Daoyou, rest on the soft collapse, and listen to the little woman playing and singing quietly." ”

Zhang Zhezhi smiled slightly, leaned on the soft couch according to his words, and looked at Yu Jue with a smile.

Yu Jue smiled faintly at Zhang Zhezhi, then calmed down, stretched out his slender jade fingers and pressed them on the yaoqin to play.

The sound of the piano turned gracefully, and after playing it excessively, Yu Jue sang softly: "In September, the mountains are as warm as before, and after encountering late autumn, sigh the clear sound of the bright moon, toss and turn, and wake up from a dream three more leaks." Half of the tree fell flowers and cloudy wine, and his brows were furrowed. If you don't want to be lovesick anymore, but you are more lovesick, then you will be lovesick enough. ”

The elegant sound of the piano is accompanied by a touch of sadness, and this song is played and sung to the dust.

After the sound of the piano fell for a long time, Zhang Zhezhi opened his eyes, gently clapped his palms and praised: "Yujue Daoyou is not only beautiful, but this song is also sung beautifully, alas...... , this song should only be in the sky, how many times can I hear it in the world. ”

Yu Jue seemed to be happier than praising her beauty when she heard Zhang Philosopher praise her music like this, so she got up with a smile and saluted Zhang Philosopher, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your praise." ”

Zhang Zhe smiled: "Daoyou's playing and singing are incomparable, and what you say below is true. There is a poem written in the next for a long time, but I don't understand the rhythm of the music, and I haven't composed a tune, so I have a reluctant request in the next, I want to ask Yujue Daoyou to do a favor, help me compose this song on the tune, and then play and sing it, I don't know if Yujue Daoyou can fulfill this wish in the next?"

Yu Jue's eyes lit up, and she said with a smile: "The little girl can't ask for it, but the Taoist friend can read it." ”

Zhang Zhezhi stood up, walked to the door of the balcony, put his hands behind his back, adjusted his mood, looked at the silver lake under the moonlight in the distance, and whispered: "A hundred years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, it's unforgettable." Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

After listening to this poem from Jiang Chengzi of Su Dongpo in ancient China in the previous life of Zhang Zhizhi, Yu Jue couldn't help but feel sour in her heart and almost shed tears. But then she stabilized her mind, repeated the song in a low voice, and then pondered for a moment, and then the jade finger plucked on the yaoqin, and a tactful and quiet song with a hint of desolation bounced out.

"A hundred years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. ......。 Yu Jue's voice had a hint of hoarseness in it, and she immediately sang the charm of this Jiang Chengzi.

Zhang Zhezhi listened quietly, and couldn't help but think of his relatives in the previous life in this lyrics and music. Alas...... , Dad, Mom, Sister, will you miss me, I miss you very much, I really miss you.

Collection, all the officials who have passed by, help collect, if there is a recommended ticket or a monthly pass, the tiger is grateful!!