He followed the sound of the piano closer and closer, turned a dense forest, and what appeared in front of him was actually a small pavilion in the middle of the lake. There is a pontoon bridge leading to the shore in the middle of the lake, and there are two large stone lions on both sides.

Ning Caichen stood on the shore for a while, and finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and walked up.

He thought to himself: "Isn't it a senior hermit who plays the guqin in this night and moon who lives in seclusion in the mountains? It seems that in this Lanruo Temple, in addition to Yan Chixia's dead beard, there are really other masters. ”

Ning Caichen is Confucian surname, and even thought about it a little more: "The dead beard must have been at odds with this hermit master, so he fabricated a lie that he was a mountain monster to scare me, but fortunately I heard the sound of the piano, otherwise wouldn't I miss out on the hermit?"

He took a few more steps forward, but the more he walked, the more he felt that something was not quite right, and the singing and singing that came from the wind was like a girl's voice, not some hermit master that Ning Caichen thought in his heart.

Ning Caichen had the heart to meet the hermit who was playing the piano late at night, but he was afraid that the beautiful woman would be abrupt, and when he was hesitating in his heart, he suddenly heard someone talking in the woods in the north.

He stopped, and quietly hid in the branches of a tree and pricked up his ears to listen.

But it was like the voice of two little maids, and one of them asked, "Why hasn't Miss Xiaoqian come out for a long time?"

Another maid replied, "Miss Xiaoqian is used to practicing at this time of night, and it must be almost over." ”

The maid who asked the question earlier sighed and said, "It's also grandma who indulges her, otherwise where would she have this ** time to practice?"

The voice of the other maid sounded very panicked, and she reprimanded with some worry: "Shh, in front of grandma, only she and Miss Xiaozhuo are the most favored, be careful that Miss Xiaoqian will go to grandma to scratch after hearing it." ”

The sighing maid hurriedly covered her voice, but squeaked and said: "Miss Xiaoqian looks like a fairy in the painting, if I were a man, I would be hooked away by her, who will grandma like if she doesn't like her?"

The voices of the two maids suddenly slowly drifted away, and then they said something, but Ning Caichen couldn't hear it clearly at all.

However, this also filled the doubt in his heart, and Ning Caichen secretly said in his heart: "Ah, it turns out that this is the young lady of the official eunuch's family, probably because she passed by here in a hurry, so she temporarily boarded down, no wonder I didn't see any traces of other people living in the monk's house for a long time." ”

After a long while, there was no sound in the bushes, and Ning Caichen turned around and quietly listened to the piano music. However, the little lady in the pavilion in the middle of the lake seemed to have discovered something, and the music in her hand stopped, and asked, "Who is outside?"

The voice was gentle and tactful, like a spring breeze in February. Ning Caichen opened his eyes that were fascinated by the piano music, and looked along the pontoon bridge, and the person who practiced the piano in the pavilion in the middle of the lake was indeed an extremely beautiful girl.

He hurriedly walked onto the pontoon bridge and said to Miss Xiaoqian: "I have no malicious intent, I just heard the girl playing the piano and following the music." ”

The little girl behind the guqin lowered her head, as if she was a little shy and a little dazed.

When the little girl saw that there was a living person in the pavilion, she was taken aback at first, then pursed her lips and showed a pure and flawless smile like a little girl, and her hands were on the strings of the guqin and she was about to continue playing.

Ning Caichen is also a person who loves music, before such a stunning beauty, even if he didn't love music before, now I'm afraid that he will immediately have another hobby.

He saw that Miss Xiaoqian didn't care about his arrival, and his face was also happy, and he took a few steps forward in the pavilion and said, "Don't be afraid, girl, I just admire the girl's piano skills!"

He was about to find a place to sit down when a flash of lightning suddenly lit up on his chest, with a low thunderous sound.

The little Qian's hand slipped, and the strings on the guqin suddenly broke, and a thunderbolt that was invisible to ordinary eyes turned into a sharp silver streamer and hit the little Qian's body.

This is the thunder talisman given by Xuankong that senses the breath of the demon and is automatically protecting the master.

Miss Xiaoqian has only been under her grandmother's hands for a few decades, although she was forcibly promoted to the realm of ghosts and immortals with the help of her grandmother, but in the face of such pure yang thunder, she still suddenly felt threatened.

She didn't dare to block hard, so she quickly leaned down to avoid the thunder.

Fortunately, the thunder light in Ning Caichen's arms only dissipated in a flash, and he did not launch any more attacks. However, this sudden incident was enough to surprise Ning Caichen, so that he didn't understand the situation at all and didn't know what was going on.

He saw the little girl lying lazily on the ground, like a fairy in the snow-capped mountains, like an elf in another world, beautiful and clear and smart, but her face was a little pale. Hurriedly asked with concern: "What's wrong with the girl, was she injured by the strings?"

Miss Xiaoqian's eyes flowed, and she saw that Ning Caichen did not suspect her identity, so she thought about it.

She gently loosened the light veil in her hand, and the white veil suddenly fluttered with the night breeze, like a white cloud dotting the night starry sky. Miss Xiaoqian covered her lips lightly and said anxiously: "Ah, my yarn"

But at this juncture, it should be the time for a man to make a move, Ning Caichen asked himself and a man hurriedly stood up and said: "Yarn, okay, I'll pick it up for you!"

Miss Xiaoqian's wonderful eyes turned and glanced at the scholar indifferently, but she secretly pinched a trick in her hand. Ning Caichen only felt that his feet slipped, and he actually stepped forward and fell into the lake.

This is exactly the cleverness of Miss Xiaoqian, just a moment of hard work has blessed herself with a layer of charm, and it is even more beautiful and unsightly. In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, she delicately exposed half of her white calves and a delicate and small jade foot.

There was a beautiful woman in front of him who came out to rescue him, and Ning Caichen quickly crawled back into the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and said with palpitations: "Why is this lake so deep?"

He didn't even think about how there could be such a bend in the middle of such a gloomy mountain forest.

Climbing ashore from the icy lake, Ning Caichen was still thinking about the white yarn floating in the lake water, and said to Miss Xiaoqian: "This water is really deep and cold, I will scoop it up for you tomorrow morning." ”

Miss Xiaoqian didn't want to get the white yarn in the lake, she wanted to be Ning Caichen, a man, and she gently threw herself into Ning Caichen's arms. Miss Xiaoqian clearly knows her charm, and no man can resist such a **.

Ning Caichen rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he saw that Miss Xiaoqian was leaning on his body, he hurriedly reached out to push Miss Xiaoqian away. It's just that when he touched Miss Xiaoqian's body, he immediately retracted it and asked puzzledly, "Girl, are you sick, why are your hands colder than mine?" )