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At noon, everyone finally arrived at the Heavenly Palace, and when they saw the people in the underground palace and the Dragon Palace, they originally thought that the Heavenly Palace was still a huge cave, but they didn't expect that the Heavenly Palace was a long pavilion.

The boxy stone pavilion, the four corners of the pavilion are upturned, the word Tiangong is written on it, the penmanship is handsome and elegant, I don't know from the hand of the famous artist.

Behind the long pavilion is a corridor of about ten zhang, which can be used for three or five people to walk side by side, behind the corridor is the road down the mountain, here Yue Xiao has come, naturally clear, standing here, looking northwest, you can see the lotus peak that crowns the rivers and lakes, where a generation of sword gods was born. The Nanyue Sword Sect is based on this mountain, although there are only two people in the entire sect, but it makes no one in the rivers and lakes disagree, just relying on two people, the entire Jianghu martial arts are surrendered, which shows how loud the name of the sword god is.

In the pavilion, there is a table, a chair and a guqin.

However, everyone didn't have time to think about what the long pavilion, what the Nanyue Sword Sect, what the sword god was, not that they didn't think about it, but they looked at the people in the pavilion and forgot to think.

I forgot the passage of time, forgot the superfluous thoughts in my heart at the moment, and the only thought was - so beautiful.

In the heavenly palace, Hua Xiangrong is dressed in brocade, with a golden hairpin on his head, a black and bright hair fluttering in the breeze, a look back, everyone is shocked, what they see in front of them is like a crescent moon and clear rhyme, such as flowers and trees piling up snow, a face is beautiful and vulgar, living and fragrant, coquettish, the face is white and greasy, smooth and crystalline, a cherry mouth is dexterous and upright, the lips are very thin, the face is clear and beautiful, it is really a very rare beauty in the world.

Turning around and looking back, the movements are like a breeze, the posture is wonderful, if the heavenly immortal jade body, it is like the nine heavens that the Xuannu cannot be blasphemed.

Seeing this, Chongsan couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the second brother was so blessed.

Even Jiang Yandie, who had seen Hua Xiangrong, was looking at the beauty in front of her, for fear of missing any action.

Master Huizhi, a Shaolin monk, is silently reciting the Buddha's words to get rid of his evil desires and demons. The hearts of the three disciples behind him were much worse, staring at Hua Xiangrong tightly, unable to take their eyes off.

The wine and meat monk who woke up a moment ago also looked at the girl in the pavilion, as if this injury on his body was really nothing, and seeing such a beautiful woman was really worthy of this life.

"Amitabha, see you again today, I feel that the flower girl has more aura and less vulgarity. The wine and meat monk said silently.

Wudang Qing Xuanzi waved his hand in front of Zhao Xinlu's eyes.

"We should be as calm as water, and we must not mess with our hearts because of beautiful women. ”

"Master, it's really ....... Zhao Xinlu's words came to an abrupt end.

Grunt......

"This ...... Do you want to take back Wolf Mountain?" said the lone wolf sword god Yue Hu to the obsessed Yue Leopard.

"Uh-huh. The lone wolf sword demon Yue Leopard nodded fiercely.

Ji Xiang Rong often saw Hua Xiangrong, the thoughts in his mind were flying, and his black eyes kept turning.

"This girl, I'm arrogant and arrogant. Zhang Ao's words woke everyone up.

However, the flower on the long pavilion stretched out the slender white and tender little hand in the sleeve, put his right hand on his left hand, and as for the left abdomen, he bent down and lowered his eyebrows, and bowed to everyone.

Everyone was moved, this simple action, who had never seen it before? But on Hua Xiangrong's body, everyone saw a charm, as if it was natural, flawless and immaculate.

"The little woman was born in the Qinglou, thanks to the martial arts heroes, but the little woman wants to find a wishful husband, although the little woman is shallow, she did not dare to have a non-point thought, I just hope that everyone can listen to the little woman's song, if you can understand the little woman's heart, even if you are adrift, the little woman should follow, but if everyone is strong, even if you get the body of the little woman, it is not necessarily a gentleman. Hua Xiangrong said slowly, its sound is beautiful and beautiful, as melodious as the sound of a yellow bird.

"Big brother, I can't help it, I must get her. Yue Bao whispered in Yue Hu's ear.

"Who isn't?" said Yue Hu.

"The flower girl is the Lingdu Oiran, it is rumored that the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are a must, I thought I would not have the opportunity to see, but if I got a song from the girl today, I would be content. Although Chongsan was amazed by the beauty of the flowers, he was not as coveted as the Yue brothers, but only from an appreciative point of view.

"Vice Admiral Chong is so generous, the little woman has long wanted to get a glimpse of the true face, but when I saw it today, I learned that the young hero, and the champion of Yue Xiao Wu can be described as the representative of the young generation of the current rivers and lakes. Hua Xiangrong praised Chongsandao, but he didn't forget the bloodthirsty Yue Xiao who drew his sword in anger in Lingdu.

"Girl, this is a prize, there is no shortage of young generations of handsome people here, I Chongsan asked himself how many hands can he play, but he can't talk about the young generation of Jianghu Junjie, Wudang's Brother Zhao, Emei's Junyue girl, Brother Liu of Qixingmen, Brother Sikong of the Five Elements Sect, and there are no less than a dozen martial arts junjie present, how can I Chongsan be virtuous?"

Since Vice Admiral Chong didn't dare to be it, the little woman didn't say anything anymore, so let's present a song and let everyone comment on it. Hua Xiangrong ignored Chongsan anymore, walked straight around the table with lotus steps, walked to the chair, and sat down.

On the Heavenly Palace, outside the long pavilion, everyone gathered around, and their eyes were inseparable from the glamorous and demon-like Hua Xiangrong.

The slender white and delicate hands pluck the strings, and the song begins.

Everyone only felt clear for a while, and suddenly their heads were empty. They closed their eyes and listened to this melodious tune.

The sound of flowing water, the murmuring of the stream, the fallen leaves floating, drifting with the waves, quietly passing through the woods, the mountain is the green mountain, the water is the crystal clear stream, in the small pool, on the green moss, one or two mountain crabs slowly crawl sideways.

There was just a cliff in front of it, which was originally quiet in the mountain forest, and the stream flowed slowly, but it poured down from this high cliff, and the water slapped against the stone wall, making a roaring sound.

Falling into the deep pool under the cliff, there was a boom.

Then one cliff after another, the original trickle slowly converged into a small river.

Hua Xiangrong still plucked the strings so calmly and casually, and everyone in the small stream immersed in spring never forgot the quiet and peaceful scene, but only Yue Xiao looked at Hua Xiangrong stupidly.

"The intersection of two years is far less deep than the sound of the piano at this moment. Yue Xiao said silently.

The wine and meat monk who sat on the ground wrapped like a rice dumpling thought of the past, thought of his mission to the Heavenly Spirit Dynasty, and the leisure life of more than 20 years was broken by a sword qi, and the time of 23 years passed by like a white horse.

I only heard the tune that was originally harmonious without any fluctuations, but at this time, it suddenly changed, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and suddenly hit everyone's hearts.

A picture suddenly appeared in everyone's minds, the flood was monstrous, flooding the crops and the world, and the rolling torrent turned around, and in an instant, a village became a land full of sorrow.

The torrent swooped down on the village like a tiger descending from a mountain, drowning the village in an instant.

However, the people of the small village did not give up their desire to survive, and the few people who finally escaped from the torrent stood on the hillside and watched the torrent ravage their homes blankly, hugging and crying.

"It turned out that all this was true. Yue Xiao thought silently in his heart, and couldn't help but think of the past he talked about with Hua Xiangrong in Lingdu Piaoxiang Building.

"Water benefits all things, and can also destroy all things, this song is wonderful, the donor can have this mind, the old man is deeply gratified, Amitabha. Master Huizhi, a senior Shaolin monk, recited the Buddha's words, and then continued to close his eyes and continue to feel the meaning of the song.

However, after that torrent, there was no follow-up, and the original surging tune changed abruptly at this time.

In the autumn breeze, the white-haired old man sat on the cliff by the river, lamenting that the years were empty and merciless, and the flowing water had no intention of going west.

Everyone felt a bitterness in their hearts. The bleak scene, the lonely and lonely white-haired old man, full of yellow leaves, and vicissitudes everywhere.

Especially Qing Xuanzi, the head of Wudang, listened to the tune, thinking of the white-haired old man sitting by the river, and the picture of his whole life kept coming to mind, and finally he couldn't escape the torture of the ruthless years, as if flowing west.

It's just that the scene of slowly aging with the light does not appear in the tune, and Qing Xuanzi only hears a sound - poof......

Everyone only felt a meal in their hearts, and they were born for a lifetime, but in exchange for a few splashes, the life of the white-haired old man went west with the flowing water.

The head of Wudang let out a long sigh, and the sigh and the sound of the piano floated out of the heavenly palace and dissipated on Tianzhu Mountain.

"The wasted years are the most ruthless, and the ruthless time is the most killing. "Emei's head Jing Zhishi's eyes are too blurred, doesn't she see that she is standing on the cliff by the river and sighing that the years are ruthless, a few ups and downs in her life, what is it in exchange?

Before Jing Shu Shi thought about it, the sound of the piano changed again, and the originally melancholy and tactful sad tone suddenly became cold, as if a gust of cold wind was blowing, and everyone's bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Snowflakes are all over the sky, a little girl is squatting in the corner, watching a plum blossom is blooming, as if looking forward to the arrival of spring, but the snow fell more violently, making a rustling sound, but tea time, plum blossoms will become snow plums.

The little girl who pouted and always looked at the plum blossoms was like a sculpture, staring intently at the plum blossoms poking her head out of the wall.

This is the yearning for beauty, but in the overwhelming snowflakes, all this seems to be the moon in the mirror.

Maybe in winter, there will only be withering and desolation.

Listening to the song, the scene of the little girl Wangmei came to mind, Chongsan's body trembled involuntarily, and the hatred buried in his heart for many years broke out in this song.

The poison of the martial arts on his body is about to attack.

Seeing this, Yue Xiao instantly made a move, slapped Chongsan on the back of the head with one palm, and directly knocked Chongsan unconscious.

The plum blossoms under the snowflakes have lost the glamour of adding a little red, but have become the hope of the little girl in the corner.

The snowflakes quietly stopped, the snow white covered everything, and the people who returned home trampled on the white and left a row of footprints, spreading into the distance, but who knew that there was a small hope for spring buried under this snow white?

Seeing that everyone frowned, Hua Xiangrong seemed to be unbearable, waved his hand on the guqin, and skipped his four fingers, and in an instant, most of the snowflakes melted, and a round of spring was quietly rising.

The Crazy Knife Sect advocated that the arrogance understood, and the leader of the Haisha Gang, Ji Ruchang, also understood, and the two laughed at the same time, Winter is gone, spring is coming, and their spring is coming.

Jiang Yandie watched Hua Xiangrong finish the song, still reminiscing about the people in the piano sound, and couldn't bear to disturb, although she didn't understand the piano sound, she also felt that time passed in a hurry.

"In this song "Time of Time", everyone will experience different things, only different from personal experience. Hua Xiangrong said to Jiang Yandie.

"It's wonderful, it's a good song "Time of Time", but the last hand is a little redundant. Yue Xiao has heard this "Time of Time" a long time ago, and he can stabilize his heart.

Everyone was still intoxicated by the sound of "Time and Time", and only heard an angry roar not far from outside the Heavenly Palace.

"Look...... Woof...... Rhyme...... Cloud ......"

It reverberates in Tianzhu Mountain.

And this roar brought the crowd back to reality who were intoxicated by the sound of the piano.