Pretending to be Yue Shan, this is different from the last time he took a mask to steal and the clan, this time he has to face Xi Ying, one of the eight masters of the Demon Dao who is extremely familiar with Yue Shan, this is not just a mask that can hide from the world, Shi Fan must have an extremely detailed understanding of Yue Shan. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Shi Qingxuan had already prepared for this, and said with a light smile: "This secret book not only contains Yue Shan's experience recorded in the sword and the Dafa of changing the sun when he lost his martial arts in his later years, but also criticizes some personnel. Hey, that's your homework for today. Also, people will accompany you here, telling you all the details of Yue Shan's deeds during his lifetime, ensuring that you can dress up seamlessly and not show any flaws. ”

Speaking of this, Shi Qingxuan suddenly felt a little ashamed, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "You haven't said it yet, are people looking so good now?"

When Shi Fan heard this, he turned his head to look at Shi Qingxuan, who was the best in the world, with the outline of his beautiful face, slowly raised the jade flute, pressed his fingers against the pores, and his posture was incredibly beautiful.

The fairy sound rose again, and it really responded to a later verse, "This song should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times!" Even if all the words are exhausted, it can't describe the feeling and imagination space given by Shi Qingxuan's Xiaoyin. For the rhythm, Shi Fan is not deeply involved, but he has heard Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng play the organ and flute ensemble, but Shi Qingxuan's fairy sound is different from the two predecessors, less of the kind of red dust, but more ethereal and quiet.

This time the music is completely different from that in Wang Tong's mansion, if it was said that it was an extraordinary and holy Xiao art in the past, this time it is a statement from the infinite depths of the soul, and the tactful and melancholy Xiao Yin is completely not limited by any known music or clichés, but almost instinctively connects all the touching fairy sounds and rhymes between heaven and earth, and leads you into the world of music that she mourns. It also enables the listener to step into the forbidden place of the soul that is usually unattainable or dare not set foot in.

The ever-changing sound of the flute bloomed like a flower from the windowsill where she was standing, and the barrier between the inside and outside of the small building was completely shattered. The high-pitched and high-spirited places seem to be faintly heard from nine heavens away, and the low-pitched places are untouchable if they sink into the abyssal sea. Xiao Yin tightly wrapped around Shi Fan's mind, and every note echoed in his heart. The connection between the sounds is natural, and there is no flaw.

In contrast to her flute voice, all words became empty and weak. The soul-stirring music makes the deep feelings come out in response to the call, and it is difficult to suppress it.

In the boundless, mysterious and circuitous pure land of music, Shi Fan's spiritual world is led to extend infinitely, as if he has crossed the limitations of life and reincarnation for a while, and for a while he can never get out of the labyrinth of feelings.

From the original junior sister to the later daughters, Shi Fan almost did not refuse to come, and would not have half a point of resistance to the feelings that pounced on him.

In this Xiao Yin, Shi Fan only felt that there was an indifferent self who was sneering at himself in the sea of knowledge, and being affectionate was more bitter than ruthless, and an inch was worth tens of thousands of wisps.

His emotions and Xiao Yin are as closely integrated as a master's move, moving forward side by side, bravely entering the infinite depths of his soul. The touching melody came out one after another, as clear as the crystal dew drops on the lotus leaves, and then the sky and the earth darkened, and the last touch of the slanting sun disappeared outside the window, and the sound of the flute in the distance stopped, and it seemed to go on forever.

Shi Qingxuan slowly put the jade flute in her arms, her expression calm, but she couldn't help but sigh in her heart and was silent.

The moonlight after the Mid-Autumn Festival sprinkled on the windowsill through the gaps in the trees, dyeing her outward side bright and brilliant, facing the side of the stone sail but not in the dark, emphasizing her graceful silhouette and posture, the square window frame and the delicate moving female body have a strong contrast, forming a beautiful picture that blends with the gentle moonlight.

The mournful and touching sound of Xiao Yin was still lingering in his mind, and his heart was filled with strange emotions that made him low, and he couldn't help but admire: "This song should only exist in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times!" After all, he still chanted this poem, which instantly made Shi Qingxuan's beautiful eyes ripple with brilliance, and it seemed that his lost look had also turned around.

Shi Qingxuan lowered his head lightly and said softly: "You still have a little conscience! This is the first time that people have dedicated themselves to another person, although you are not the only one who listens, but my heart just wants to tell you." ”

Shi Fan thought that there must be other people in the castle, so he would naturally hear the sound of the flute fluttering from the small building, which would be a different taste.

Shi Qingxuan looked at him and said casually: "Xie Hui and the members of the Xie family have been playing a song for them by the slave family, but Qingxuan has always refused to agree, today because of the convenience of the slave family, not only to fulfill the slave family's promise to you, but also to repay their wishes, is this a good thing to kill two birds with one stone, right?"

Her voice is soft and gentle, the breathing sound between words is like a microwave, and the sweet voice itself has a strong sense of music, not to mention that on such a warm moonlit night, Shi Fan blurted out: "Naturally I don't mind!" As soon as the words fell, Shi Fan suddenly felt cramped, and the pictures in his mind just now flashed like a marquee, and the beautiful faces of all the women rotated endlessly, one would be Minmin, and the other would be Zhiruo, Shi Fan suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart, and scolded in his heart: "It's almost a bulldozer, you are still not satisfied......"

Shi Fan didn't dare to look at the peerless face in front of him anymore, and his eyes flickered: "It's not too early, I'm ...... I'll take my leave and come back tomorrow to study...... Learn the life of Yue Shan......" said that, he slipped out of the small building as if he was running away.

The bright moon hangs in the empty night space high in the treetops, big and round, nature is so mysterious and vast, when did all this start, when did it end, or has no beginning and no end?

Shi Qingxuan sat alone in the small building, a pair of beautiful eyes like stars and gems finally couldn't help but moisten, sighed silently, and rubbed the hole flute.

In the heart-to-heart exchange just now, Shi Qingxuan felt as if he had rushed into Shi Fan's inner world, and he also saw his confusion and helplessness, cutting many love threads that were constantly sorted out and messy, which made Shi Qingxuan's heart feel like a lightning strike.

After a short period of loss, Shi Qingxuan looked at the starry sky in the deep night, she was the only figure in the small building, her shoulders trembled slightly with the candle flame, and the girl's outstretched heart was stabbed......

It can be a brilliant starry sky, or a dark night with bitter wind and rain, tonight the moon shines on the head, and the beautiful scenery that makes people think, but only one person is left.

Shi Qingxuan sighed silently: "It should still be the same as the original intention, the old Xiaogu, the tomb of the long bridesmaid, and nothing else." I could just look at a star as shining as he did in the darkness under the starry sky, so why bother doing that entanglement......

The suffering of all living beings is due to affection, and there is no cliff in the sea of love, and there is no boundary in the sea of suffering...... (To be continued.) )