The chaotic crowd quieted down, and both men and women, young and old, all looked at the woman who was still holding the pipa and half-covering her face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoShe is the embodiment of beauty, the interpretation of beauty.

The crisp sound of the pipa, like the singing of a hundred birds in spring, is cheerful and pleasant. The bright pipa sound, like the rising sun that revives all things, is warm and warm.

Not everyone is obsessed with the beauty of the pipa girl, and not everyone is intoxicated by the joy of the sound of the pipa. In a carriage, a middle-aged man's slight voice came out: "It's a Jiazi, you're finally back!"

The ladies next to the carriage looked at the pipa girl, and their eyes showed complicated emotions.

A Jiazi, far enough away, too many changes have taken place during the period, people have left, people have taken away their memories, leaving only a handful of loess, and the newcomers have brought new life and erased their memories.

Watching the Pipa Girl walk up to the altar, Ling Yue thought a lot, thought of more than a hundred years ago, and thought of those six petals.

What Ling Yue thought of, King Hanyang didn't expect.

The pipa is a very common musical instrument, and the pipa girl is a woman who walks in the wind and dust, and they go in and out of various occasions of sheng song and dance, leaving their beauty, leaving their own voice, and losing their youth.

Surrounded by armor, eight horses pulled a carved carriage slowly.

"King Hanyang has arrived!" This rough voice was like spilling the blood of the battlefield on the clear spring flowing among the stones. The obsessed people were awakened by the sound, and after a trance, they knelt down one after another.

An eight-foot-tall military general wearing fine armor stood in front of the carriage like a mountain, raising his eyes and looking around, naturally giving birth to a heavy coercion.

No one dared to look at him.

"Hanyang King Chitose Chitose Chitose!"

"Hanyang King Chitose Chitose Chitose!"

People shouted and screamed loudly. They did not love the king of Hanyang, because the king of Hanyang was poor and luxurious. They don't really want the king of Hanyang to live a thousand years, no one wants a poor and extravagant king to live for a thousand years, but they still have to shout, this is the decision of fate, and they are powerless to resist.

Amid shouts or chanting, the carriage of King Hanyang drove to the edge of the red carpet under the altar.

The elite armor general lifted the curtain, and the king of Hanyang, who was wearing a python and a beast, stepped out of the frame.

"Protection!" Under the shouting of the elite generals, a group of armor soldiers surrounded the King of Hanyang in the middle, and carefully escorted the King of Hanyang to the altar.

On the altar, the sound of the pipa is still echoing, and the pipa girl is still whirling and dancing. The flying apricot blossom petals fell on the ground made of white marble, adding a touch of blush to the snow-white ground.

Ling Yue thought of a word, the seat was dressed like snow, the snow on the battlefield was blood, the faint red was so dazzling, after looking at it for a long time, it seemed to flow, and it merged into a river, a river of blood.

The kneeling people stood up one after another, and as soon as their eyes returned to the altar, they heard a shout: "Celestial Master, please!"

The emperor looks at the top and the bell roars.

The sunlight sprinkled on the golden tiles of the Taoist temple, reflecting the empty light, and a white lotus gradually grew in the light.

A veteran man dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe stood in the white lotus with a floating hand in his hand, and flew towards the altar flutteringly.

Mortals, there is a chance to see immortals, in their eyes, the heavenly master in this white lotus, the flying heavenly master is the immortal. So the mortals, who had just stood up for a short time, knelt down again.

Eight young Taoist priests flew out of the Emperor's Temple. As soon as these Taoist priests arrived at the altar, they drew their long swords and stood according to the position of the Nine Palaces Bagua.

In the quiet crowd, Ling Yue was looking at the altar with interest, guessing the identity of the Pipa Girl, and his mind was filling the peerless face under the veil of the Pipa Girl, and suddenly a gray shadow flashed in front of him, which was very familiar.

He looked over, only to see the gray shadow moving nimbly between the dense legs of the crowd like a bamboo forest. When you see a few men and women dressed in silk, they will jump up, and when they come down again, they will either have an extra blanket in their paws, or some gold and silver jewelry.

Ling Yue sweated wildly, thinking that this little monkey was a psychic thing, and this problem he was getting now must have been taught by someone when he was in the monkey circus.

The little monkey spat silver at the objects he had brought in his hand, and then the objects disappeared.

Ling Yue was startled, and said in his heart that this little monkey still has this ability. I couldn't help but think in my heart: "When I used to read online novels, those protagonists would have spirit beasts with the same heart and the like, although I was just a stick, but I came through it, how can I be considered half a protagonist, no spirit beast is really sorry for my identity through the crossing." This little monkey is quite eccentric, but it's actually a pretty good choice. Hey, hey!"

He soon had a plan in his mind: "I was worried that he would be separated from his mother, but it really didn't work and even his mother took it together, anyway, the female monkey was already psychic, even if it would drag a little hind, it was estimated to be limited." ”

Thinking of this, Ling Yue chased after him. Because the little monkey was too fast, if Ling Yue turned into dust, he might not be able to catch up, so he turned into a three-inch-long stick.

The little monkey was having fun, and he didn't expect that the praying mantis catching the cicada and the yellow finch would be behind, and he would be remembered by others.

Ling Yue quickly caught up with the little monkey and saw that the little monkey was standing under a middle-aged man with a hat.

This middle-aged man was dressed in sackcloth with a faint smell of water, and he looked like a fisherman, not a rich man. But the little monkey stayed still.

Following the little monkey's gaze, Ling Yue found that the little monkey had taken a fancy to a jade pendant hanging from the person's waist.

This jade pendant looks ordinary, and there doesn't seem to be anything special, but the little monkey doesn't think so, so he saw it jump up after a little hesitation and grab the jade pendant.

The little monkey's movements were fast, but it still alarmed the middle-aged man. At the moment when the little monkey's paw hooked the jade pendant, the middle-aged man's hand suddenly appeared and clamped the monkey's neck at once.

Ling Yue obviously saw the little monkey yelling with his mouth open, but strangely he couldn't hear a sound, and such a big movement did not alarm the surrounding people in the slightest.

Ling Yue leaned over to the middle-aged man, and listened to the middle-aged man say to himself: "I didn't expect that such a spirit monkey would appear in the human world again, little monkey, you can follow me in the future, let's dominate the world together and stir up the Six Realms." ”

Ling Yue's heart was shocked, and he said in his heart that this middle-aged man had such a big breath, he must not be a mortal.

Seeing that the little monkey was trying to break free, it was really pitiful, so Ling Yue was vicious and stabbed the middle-aged man with a needle.

Seeing that there were only a few inches left from the middle-aged man's body, a big hand suddenly grabbed the three-inch stick that Ling Yue had transformed into like a pair of pliers.

"The spirit monkey has already made me feel strange, I didn't expect to encounter such a treasure with such a texture!" The middle-aged man turned his head to look at the golden hoop stick between his fingers, and was pleasantly surprised.

At this moment, Ling Yue, who had recovered from the shock, suddenly lengthened the three-inch stick, and the front end reached the crotch of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's surprised expression suddenly distorted, his mouth tightened, his eyes almost bulged out into carp eyes, and the hand that was holding the little monkey suddenly let go, and then protected his buttocks.

Seeing the little monkey jump far all at once, Ling Yue didn't entangle with the middle-aged man, broke free, and chased after the little monkey.

The middle-aged man's annoyed fingers flicked twice in a row, and Ling Yue, who was flying, was struck by lightning, and the little monkey was even more unbearable, and fell into the crowd with a miserable scream.

The cry of the little monkey alarmed the people around it.

Although the middle-aged man was very angry, he looked back at the altar and found that the eyes of the pipa girl on the altar had drifted over. He snorted coldly and did not continue his action.

Ling Yue didn't expect this middle-aged man to be so powerful, and when he was about to make a big move, he saw that the man reined in. He didn't want to cause trouble at this time, so he began to look for the little monkey, but saw the little monkey fleeing to a carriage in the distance in a hurry.

By the time Ling Yue chased out of the crowd, the little monkey had already jumped onto the shoulders of the middle-aged Confucian student.

The middle-aged Confucian glanced at the little monkey curiously and asked, "Little Liu, why are you so embarrassed? What scared you?"

The little monkey pointed into the crowd, and the middle-aged Confucian looked over, but did not find anything abnormal, so he smiled slightly and ignored it.

The little monkey jumped into another carriage in frustration, probably to find his mother crying.

When Ling Yue and the little monkey suffered a small loss, the king of Hanyang looked at the pipa girl with obsessive eyes and muttered: "How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world? Why is she not in my palace? These stupid people send me gold, silver, jewelry, famous horses, and beautiful women every day, but they just miss the most beautiful one! Damn! Emperor Yuan of the Han Dynasty missed Wang Zhaojun back then, and he has a hundred years of hatred, and this king must not miss this woman!"

The elite armor military general guarding the side of the King of Hanyang listened to the words of the King of Hanyang, and when he knelt down on one knee, he said majestically: "No!"

The pipa girl who is dancing in the whirling dance casts a pair of talking eyes at the king of Hanyang.

King Hanyang was shocked by electricity, and his whole body was numb, and he couldn't help shouting: "Beauty, come here!"

The pipa girl danced and walked down the float, and her bare feet carved from beautiful jade stepped on the petals, like a fairy coming out of a painting.

The king of Hanyang couldn't help but walk towards the pipa girl, and he walked so urgently, and there was obviously a little gaffe at this important moment of sacrificing heaven and earth.

The elite armor general frowned, clenched the sword with both hands, and looked at the pipa girl with a sword-like gaze, followed closely by the king of Hanyang.

The sound of the pipa still reverberates crisply, and the ladies accompanying the dance are whirling and dancing, like blooming apricot blossoms. Apricot blossoms and fireworks carry an ethereal and mysterious beauty.

"Beauty!" King Hanyang was like a hungry wolf, and in full view of everyone, he couldn't wait to pounce on the pipa girl.

The pipa girl's body swirled, swinging pieces of apricot blossoms, and she dodged lightly.

At this time, a big man suddenly stood out from the crowd in the distance, drew his bow and shot arrows, but when he heard a whoosh, a sharp arrow three feet long turned into a black shadow and flew towards the altar, shooting towards the king of Hanyang.