Yan Lu said in horror: "Be quiet, otherwise you don't know how to die, you are not wrong, this is a world where the strong are respected, this is a world that ignores the way of heaven, but as long as you conform to the regulations of the Freedom Sect, then living here, cultivating the truth is the most ideal, the most free, the most free, and the most in line with the laws of nature. Then he thought about it for a while, and then said: "Actually, we cultivators are nothing more than wanting to become immortals, and the purpose of becoming immortals is to live forever and ascend to the heavenly world of freedom, leisure, and equality. Besides, is heaven really free, equal, secluded, and at ease? I don't think so."

Fang Yuan didn't want to talk anymore, he felt that everyone here had been brainwashed, and he didn't want to stay anymore, he felt that this was a nightmare, he didn't want to stay for a minute, it made people frightened, confused, and hopeless. said: "Thank you for telling me so much, I think I'd better leave." See you soon".

Yan Lu said: "Young man, I don't know what your name is, I hope that the next time I see you, you will already be a disciple of the Cold Water Fairy, and you will definitely carry you more at that time." When Fang Yuan walked out of the boat, he muttered in a low voice, "If it weren't for the Cold Water Fairy, who would care about you, a little god true person." Here, even an ant is several times stronger than you, which is really unbelievable. doesn't have the slightest arrogant capital, but he is very high, and he has the face of a villain."

Fang Yuan and the others walked out of the flower boat, and the help there was still there, but they were still smiling, courteous and enthusiastic, and they insisted again and again, and the help invited a flower boat to pick up Fang Yuan and them.

got on the flower boat, and the flower boat was still at the helm of the woman in green, but this woman was not the other woman, whether it was temperament or appearance, she was not very one. Fang Yuan asked, "Girl, is there a place to stay in this Xiaoyaodu?"

The woman smiled and said, "This immortal, he really knows how to joke, this Xiaoyaodu is the most famous and carefree place in the Yihua Realm, how can there be no place to stay?"

Fang Yuan thought to himself, he didn't explain it, and asked again: "I'm sorry, I'm asking, is there any other inn where you can stay and eat." ”

The woman smiled: "I understand, no, there are only Qinglou and private houses, gambling houses and wine shops, if you want to have a place to live, eat and drink, you have to go to the Qinglou, there is no other choice, besides, isn't it good to have a fairy as a companion?"

Fang Yuan said impatiently: "Forget it, then help me find a place that is elegant, quiet, clean and comfortable."

The woman said with satisfaction: "Okay, then go to the nearest one, there is a girl in the "quiet tea room" that I know, very fresh and refined, gentle and lovely, and there is the most quiet and elegant, few people know. But you have to pay me a hedron."

Fang Yuan suddenly thought of what kind of loan money was used for consumption here, this time it turned out to be a spar, and his heart was much more relieved, because he had a spar, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I can give you a few more pieces now." After speaking, he took out five pieces of red crystal and gave them to the woman in green. The woman, seeing such a high-grade red crystal, smiled and thanked her again and again.

Not long to come to the "quiet tea room", built close to the water, is a three-in-two-courtyard type river house, flower building river hall, quiet and elegant. Tall ancient trees are erected in the courtyard, and the garden is a small scene, and the charm still exists.

At this time, an old bustard, with a fat head and big ears, eyes narrowed into a small slit, a red mouth, two rows of thick white teeth, took difficult steps, the whole body shook the fat meat, and the old bustard with a smile on his face greeted: "Welcome a few fairies to the "quiet tea room", please come in with me." As soon as he entered the hall, he shouted, "Miss Yun, come down to pick up guests."

Fang Yuan said: "Girl, you don't have to, I just want a few resting rooms."

The old bustard smiled and said: "I don't care about this, wait for you to discuss with Miss Yun, I just need to collect the crystal coins, and the five of you will pay ten crystals first, and then settle tomorrow."

Fang Yuan couldn't, so he had to take out ten pieces of red crystal and give it to this hateful old bustard. At this time, a man came down from the upper floor, with a face like peach blossoms, eyebrows like willows, his hair was not in a bun, a silk white ribbon was loosely tied, and his robe was soft and loose, but he ironed the elegant figure of Zhilan. There is a soft, intimate and comfortable feeling.

The woman greeted: "Please a few immortals, come upstairs with me, taste the fragrance of tea first, and then come to talk." Entering the incense room, the bedroom is surrounded by jade pillows, and there are calligraphy, paintings, couplets, etc. Seeing that this Yun'er is responding to the lawsuit and writing an ancient poem by a woman in the Qinglou: "Once the spring is full of red face, the dream is full of tears and tears." Life is like falling flowers, death is like flowing water, floating like dust, zero like duckweed. "A kind of pure and sad beauty. But there is endless desolation and helplessness, and there is no end to sorrow and grief.

Soon, someone brought a little elegant tea and fruit.

Miss Yun said: "The immortals drink some tea and pastries first, I saw a few dressed companions, they must have just entered the realm of transformation."

Fang Yuan said, "This fairy, can you tell us about the people and things here."

Feng Shen's eyes turned green, the loss that was suppressed in the flower boat, and the loss that was ignored completely wanted to make up for it here, and hurriedly asked, "Fairy, did you also enter the transformation realm from the outside?"

Miss Yun said: "I am indeed a disciple of the Twelve Huanwu Sect who entered the realm from abroad three hundred years ago, and I never wanted to enter this realm but fell into the turn of a Qinglou woman, which is really sad and lamentable." It's unbearable".

Feng Shuang saw that this Yun girl, whose face was like a peach blossom, her body was like a willow, and her tenderness was like water, but she was a Qinglou woman, she was a little uneven, not angry, and asked with contempt: "A good cultivator is not appropriate, but he is willing to be a Qinglou woman, it shouldn't be forced."

The Yun girl smiled, laughing so unnaturally, laughing so sadly, laughing so sadly, laughing so much that people complained in their hearts, and said: "In this world, from ancient times to the present, which woman do you think is voluntary? Presumably, you are living a princess-like life outside the country, enjoying a high position, of course you don't know, you don't understand the darkness of this world, the incomparably sinful environment of the collapse of the way of heaven, and the corruption of ethics in the norm, the sorrow and helplessness of a weak woman."

Dai Weiping said with a smile: "Isn't this realm the realm of the Carefree School, what is important is fraternity, harmony, leisure, and progress." From the eyes of those people, it can be seen that this incarnation is heaven in their hearts, no, it is far happier and free than heaven."

Miss Yun smiled, her bright eyes were wet with ruthless tears, and she said with a smile: "This realm is the graveyard of weak women, the desperate situation of the powerless, and the abyss of the unjust. Then you will understand. I advise you to join a door as early as possible and become a doorman, so that you can settle down." But he stopped talking, as if he was afraid of something.

At this time, a helper downstairs shouted: "Miss Yun, you do things well, don't say those irrelevant things, or you know the consequences."

Miss Yun said: "I can only tell you that I was a member of the Twelve Dock Gate three hundred years ago, my name is Kang Xinyun, and you will know the rest slowly." You want to listen to songs, or songs, or books." In the blink of an eye, some of them were men and women, and they asked, "Or maybe you want to rest first."

Feng Jue was still unsatisfied, and he wanted to know what the project of this Qinglou girl was, and stared at Kang Xinyun with straight eyes.

Fang Yuan understood Feng Jue's thoughts, but when he first entered the Transformation Realm, he was still cautious, and said: "Then drink tea and listen to music, let's rest early, so as not to disturb the girl's rest, I also rested early, I haven't slept well for a long time."

Kang Xinyun took out the guqin and said: "Then I will play a song "Listen to the Tune of the Flowing People" to wash the dust for everyone."

At the beginning of the piano, it was graceful, soft, quiet, and like a spring breeze transiting, but with Kang Xinyun's singing, it was full of sorrow and sadness everywhere. The song sings: "The lonely boat and the moon are against the maple forest, and the kite and the guest heart are divided." The ridge color is heavy and rainy, and the broken strings are closed and the tears are deep. ”

Close your eyes and listen quietly, it is like seeing the moon on the river, the moonlight and the water shine together, touching the sorrow of the guest. As the broad-leaved trees grow by the river, there is a sound of slaughter in the wind. "Distribution" corresponds to the word "and", which means that the zhengqu is in harmony with the mood of the migrants. The sorrow of the "water tune" and the sad feelings of the musicians who have been integrated into the realm of exile at this time can not arouse the resonance in the hearts of the migrants who are "also the fallen people at the end of the world"? He said softly: "Three hundred years, I haven't seen my relatives, so I will give you this song "Remembering the Old People, Candle Shadow Shaking Red" as my lovesickness for the old people."

As the piano music began, the singing echoed: "The candle shadow shook red to the night, and I woke up drunk and lazy." Whoever is singing Yangguan in front of him is far from hating the world. Helplessly, the clouds and rain dispersed. With dry and tearful eyes. After the begonias bloom, the swallows come to the courtyard at dusk. ”

Accompanied by the singing of the piano, I still feel that the night is quiet, and everything is silent, as if I have just woken up, and I open my drunken eyes to look at it, empty and quiet, only a lone candle is shaking the red flame. The candle shadow is red, full of interest and reverie. In the middle of the night, I woke up from the hangover and was sluggish. sang about the frustration of her mood. This was followed by remorse, resentment, full of self-pity, and why, but not thoroughly. Bang. "The clouds sink and the rain disperses", hinting at the "helplessness" of the Qinglou woman, and it seems that the sigh of the unfortunate Qinglou woman can be heard. Her tearful eyes are full of parting feelings, full of resentment and worry, and can only be sent through the "east wind", "when the swallow comes", it shows that she has not been able to get together with the old people, inspiring and adding to the departing thoughts, and the feelings are even more sad. Thinking is far away, it can really be said that the words are exhausted and the meaning is inexhaustible, and the meaning is exhausted and the feelings are inexhaustible.

It's late at night, and the closure is still unfinished, but there can't be any other requirements. Kang Xinyun said lightly: "Which immortal needs me to make a bed for him first and stretch his muscles."

Feng Jue didn't wait for the words to finish, and said, "I need it, what about you, Brother Fang, just let me feel it."

Fang Yuan felt that this unfortunate Kang Xinyun was sad enough, it was not good to add to the sorrow of others, and he wanted to dissuade him. Kang Xinyun said: "No defense, then the others will follow the gang to rest first, and I will warm the bed for this immortal at night and make the quilt."