Plucked Qin Hong, and the music flowed from her fingers.

It was as if there was a picture scroll, slowly unfolding with Xianle.

In the picture scroll, there are deep mountains, green forests, sunshine, flowing water, rabbit leaping, birdsong, and the fragrance of flowers......

Indescribable tranquility and depth.

It is far away from the hustle and bustle, away from the red dust, and there is no dispute with the world.

In the Inviting Moon Tower, everyone is fascinated by Xianle, relaxed and happy, immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.

Coincidentally, at this time, at a table on the third floor, there were two people who were out of place.

A young man with clear eyebrows was lying on a large chair, listlessly throwing peanuts a few feet high and falling into his mouth impartially. While eating, he looked at the sky in the compound in a daze.

There is also a woman with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, her face is gloomy, and she pours herself a drink, most of the pot of white wine is in her stomach, the woman's cheeks are slightly red, and her eyes are hazy.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the monkey glanced at the audience boredly, and happened to bump into the woman in Tsing Yi who was stroking the kite, and the inadvertent gaze fell on him.

When a man in this world sees a beautiful woman, and the woman's eyes happen to be in the direction where he is, he will think that the woman is also looking at him.

In fact, it's just a man's own passion.

And he's just a monkey.

Probably not like that.

Therefore, the eyes of the woman in Tsing Yi really stayed on the monkey.

The monkey suddenly became a little playful, and his aggressive gaze collided with the sight of the woman in Tsing Yi wantonly.

The woman in Tsing Yi stroked the kite elegantly and quietly, and smiled calmly at the monkey.

In the eyes of a monkey, this woman is indeed extremely beautiful, and she is not inferior to Yu'er. Lingxiu is simple and simple, in this red dust, out of the mud and not stained, like a fairy who does not know the fireworks in the world.

The monkey has seen quite a few fairies.

The fairy is indeed beautiful, but it is single and lacking. Unlike the beauty of mortal women, there are thousands of kinds of beauty, and they are unique.

The woman smiled lightly, her white fingertips jumped on the zither like a phantom, as if there was some kind of magic, the sound of the zither was clear and urgent, but it was like flowing water, more quiet.

Everyone in the Yueyue Tower seemed to be hooked away by the sound of the kite, and they were completely carried away, and they couldn't extricate themselves at all.

However, there is always discord.

The monkey, who had a playful face, suddenly breathed.

Yu'er, who was closest to him, suddenly realized it, her body trembled, and she looked up at the monkey, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were blurred.

"It turned out to be you. ”

The monkey squinted slightly, staring at the woman in Tsing Yi who was playing the guzheng downstairs.

A trace of cyan spiritual power accompanied by the quiet sound of the zither overflowed from the fingers of the woman in Tsing Yi and spread in the Inviting Moon Tower, making the sound of the zither more magical.

It was a faint trace of wood-attribute spiritual power.

And the strange thing is that the monkey actually smelled a faint demonic aura in that spiritual power.

It was the monkey that had been looking for it unsuccessfully.

It's just that this demonic energy is just to increase the rendering penetration of the sound of the kite, which is not only harmless to people, but beneficial.

"Interesting. ”

The monkey stared at the woman in Tsing Yi, his eyes flickering.

The end of the song.

The crowd was still intoxicated with the music of the zither and could not extricate themselves.

The woman in Tsing Yi gave a salute: "Everyone, you have done your best, invite the moon to retire, and meet again in the future." ”

Everyone came to their senses, and invited Yuelou from extremely quiet to extremely moving, and suddenly turned into a pot of porridge.

"Miss Yueyue, we haven't appreciated it yet, isn't the girl the one who has the words first, and the one who expresses your thoughts, can spend the good sky with you?"

Everyone scrambled to stop the woman in Tsing Yi.

"In the middle of the play, the sound of the zither is the medium, and the person who belongs to the heart has been found. So today's Zheng is only for one person. Sorry, everybody. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi paused slightly, and after explaining, she left the stage.

"Who is it?

Lots of people roared regardless of their manners, their eyes red, trying to find out who the woman in Tsing Yi was talking about, and tearing him alive.

Even, several people scuffled together because of this.

In the chaos, a yellow-shirted maid made her way through the crowd and held her up the stairs.

Many eyes were on her.

She is the personal maid of the moon.

All the way up to three floors.

The monkey sneered thoughtfully.

"This son, my master invites you to the cabinet for a talk. The yellow-shirted maid grinned and winked at the monkey, looking eccentric.

"What is he? He is of average appearance, and his demeanor is coarse, and he is even less talented. Why did Miss Invite Yue fall in love with him? Girl, are you mistaken?"

Intimidated by the arrogance and fearlessness of the monkey before, no one dared to come forward to find the monkey's bad luck, but just shouted from afar to vent his dissatisfaction.

"No, you can't go. ”

The slightly scented Yu'er suddenly grabbed the arm of the monkey who was about to get up with one hand.

The monkey raised an eyebrow, waiting for Yu'er's explanation.

"She's a woman. ”

Yu'er bit the word woman very hard, although she drank a lot of stuffy wine, she did not lose her mind. She replaced the word "human" with a woman, which the monkey should be able to hear.

"I know. ”

The monkey said lightly.

"Don't you just see how beautiful she looks and dances well?"

"I will too, I'll jump to show you. ”

In the monkey's surprised gaze, Yu'er suddenly rushed out of the platform, grabbed the red silk on the pillar, and jumped down from the third floor.

After practicing in the Water Curtain Cave for a few days, Yu'er already had the cultivation in the early stage of qi refining, and the place two zhang high, with the help of red silk, would not be difficult for her.

Walking in the air, I saw her body as light as a swallow, and her clothes danced. Tsing Yi is light and delicate. The jade is red, and the end is the beauty of the soul.

After landing on the ground, she ripped off the red silk, wrapped it around her wrist, and stepped onto the stage.

Without even a thought, she becomes one with the stage.

Not only her hands and feet, her waist and buttocks, but also her eyes, her eyebrows, and her lips danced.

There are no words, no accompaniment, only pure, extreme dance.

The red silk hit the air, the roll surged, and the red shadow was like a curtain. The dance of the fairy is pleasing to the eye, and the dance of the woman in Tsing Yi makes people unable to extricate themselves. And Yu'er's dance is like a remnant, and it is burning like fire, wrapped in Chixia, and the fireworks are circulating, as if to turn her into ashes.

There was no sound, but the Buddha erupted in a hissing cry. It is as if there is a fire burning in everyone's chest, and there is nowhere to vent, nowhere to place, and there is nothing to do.

However, it is clear that the red fire is hot, but it makes people feel desolate and cold to the bone.

It turned out that the people who were angry were instantly shocked by Yu'er's dance. Her every movement touched everyone's hearts, and they inexplicably had a sour nose and were sad from their hearts.

Countless sons and brothers and bigwigs, unconsciously, burst into tears one after another, full of tears.

The sentimental woman cried even more.

The monkey twrung his fingertips at the corner of his eye for a drop of water that had not yet had time to fall.

"These are tears?"

The monkey frowned deeply.

The heart of the Tao is like gold, and the heart is like iron.

He is the heart of the Dao, and he should not be in this situation.

"This is 'Leng Yu'?!"

The yellow-shirted maid screamed in surprise.

"Wrapped in fire, my heart is cold. ”