But it was said that Xiaoqing left Jinshan Temple, but he was quite a little apprehensive, but now he understands the cause and effect, but he feels more and more unfathomable.

Xiaoqing is a quasi-saint, and he has studied under Nuwa, and there are red children and Feng Xi who have cultivated as Yousheng saints to guide from the side, and his vision is naturally good, but he can see that the current state of guidance is no longer a simple heavenly saint can be described.

That kind of almost avenue aura, Xiaoqing has only seen it from Feng Xi, so she is worried. That aura was clearly more than that of the Red Child.

Besides, Xiaoqing has been in the lifeless realm for more than ten years, and the red boy has never appeared, so it seems that he must have been tricked by the introduction, and he was seriously injured and had to lie dormant.

Otherwise, how could he allow the remnant soul of the Red Cloud that he was looking for to be turned into a guide, let alone feel his own breath, and he would not show up. Thinking of this, Xiaoqing was a little upset and even more worried.

Although Taishang Laojun said that his family and the Holy Child must have the fate of meeting, but if they wait for the opportunity, after the guide completely controls the lifeless heavenly dao, I am afraid that there will be more than one luck.

Thinking of this, he made up his mind, because whether it is for the guide or the red child, the remnant soul of the red cloud is particularly important, since Zhang Yutang is one of them, if he guards Zhang Yutang, the Holy Child will definitely appear, and if he appears, he will meet himself.

Thinking about it, he took a deep look at the nearby Jinshan Temple and Leifeng Pagoda, turned into a blue light and disappeared into the sky, but he didn't know that this glance saw a lot of right and wrong......

On that day, in the Jinshan Temple, there was a pilgrim, it was a scholar surnamed Xu in Qiantang, who came to the temple to repay his sister's vows, but he unintentionally saw the shadow in mid-air, and since then he has lingered in his mind......

He also said that the ugly girl had no salt, she was smart and well-behaved, but she was abandoned since she was a child, and she was almost drowned because of Zhang Yutang. Therefore, he was taken care of by the Zhang family, and Zhang Yutang was privately helped by the market, and the relationship between the two was very good, like brothers and sisters.

And that day without salt was not long after Zhang Yutang left. locked the courtyard door and made a female red in his own embroidery room. What girl doesn't want to get married?

What woman doesn't want to marry a wishful husband? From now on, raise the case with eyebrows, coordinate with the piano, enjoy the joy of fish and water, and go to Wushan together**.

In Wuyan's heart, there has always been such a hope, that is, she is now like a demon, extremely ugly, but she has always had such a secret. Day after day, he hid in the embroidery room without salt. Weaving a dowry for himself.

It is also strange to say that the original mundane things fell into the hands of Wuyan, but all of them have changed, and the twine obtained from Zhang's mansion can be turned into raw silk. The stones that the two played with when they were young turned into pearls after being dripped by unsalted tears.

Therefore, the saltless dowry is extraordinarily luxurious, and the fiery red curtain is woven with brocade, with dragons and phoenixes, mandarin ducks, and gold silk weaving.

A phoenix crown, pearls, agate pearls. All polished to a glorious finish, golden tassels, multicolored glittering. There is also a pair of red embroidered shoes, small and exquisite, chic and abnormal.

Day after day, Wuyan hid in the embroidery room to weave dowry. The craftsmanship is exquisite, even the weavers of the Song Dynasty royal family can't compare. But no one has ever known that this is the secret of Wuyan alone, even Brother Yutang, who is very close to her, does not know.

Dowry by piece. It was woven into a neon coat and feather coat without salt, and then buried deep in a box, making a total of sixteen boxes. If each piece is taken out, it is enough to make the best weaver in Jiangnan martial arts ashamed of himself, and he only feels that it should not be something that a mortal woman can do, but must be made by a weaver girl in the sky.

Then, Wuyan actually began to make groom clothes, children's clothes, shoes and hats, still exquisite, and each made sixteen boxes, filling a small embroidery room.

Wuyan faces the "dowry" full of houses every day, and there is a little satisfaction, and a faint joy wells up in my heart. Sixteen, on behalf of the hope in Wuyan's heart, is in the sixteenth cardamom years, to find his own wishful husband to marry.

But for sixteen years, he was abandoned by his parents from the big and small, and lived under the help of Zhangfu, and in the blink of an eye for sixteen years, the man never appeared.

In fact, Wuyan never talked about it, since she was very young, whenever she dreamed late at night, she would dream of a figure in a cold dream, a man's back, a shadow that had fascinated her for more than ten years.

This person is not Zhang Yutang, who he is, Wuyan doesn't know, but he knows that if he appears in the crowd, he will definitely be able to recognize him at a glance. This room full of groom's clothes is for this man.

So every night Wuyan will always be quiet, hiding in the open window, just waiting for the amorous person to fall asleep, dreaming of that person blowing a flute under the moon. This is the dream of a young girl in the flower season, and she is looking forward to it and looking forward to it, and she is looking forward to it.

It's not so much hope as fear, although Wuyan has the shadow of that person in his heart, he knows that once they meet, he will definitely be able to recognize that extraordinary figure from hundreds of millions of people.

But Wuyan will feel frightened, panicked, and for sixteen years, he has lived alone in a dilapidated courtyard, and has never seen anyone else except for the people of Zhang's Mansion. Wuyan lives in the darkness every day, like a human and a ghost, and does not dare to show his true face.

If one day you can meet him in the vast sea of people, how dare you recognize him? I am afraid that he has already fled far away, locked in the small courtyard, Gu Ying feels sorry for himself, and secretly feels sad.

So in the past sixteen years, Wuyan rarely went out, and every time he went out, most of them were late at night, covering himself with a black cloak, lest he frighten others.

But on this day, there was a celebrity in the city of Wulin, but it was Han Xiang, the commander of the Song Dynasty's Taichang Temple Yuefu Xielu, who passed by Wulin because he went south to the south of the Yangtze River to collect folk customs.

Invited by many literati and celebrities in the martial arts, he held a banquet in the painting boat outside the Great Wall, but for a while it caused the city of Wulin to be full of wind and rain.

Han Xiang is rumored to be very handsome, and his elegance is peerless, even when the emperor also praised his beauty, he became the dream lover of countless young girls.

He is also good at drum music, especially with a hole flute, which has attracted thousands of butterflies to fly and hundreds of birds to come to court, which has always been praised by famous people in the world. The Son of Heaven even called him "Happy Saint"!

Some people even suspect that it is the former immortal, who taught Han Xiangzi to be reincarnated. If such a character wants to come to the martial arts, it will naturally cause a storm in the city. Countless celebrities in the south of the Yangtze River compete with everyone and the girls in the flower season to watch it, and it has become a hot topic on the streets and alleys for a while.

is locked in his own courtyard all day long, and he can't help but be curious about the so-called Tai Changqing, and he is very quiet in his heart, wanting to go and have a look. Look at how this world-shattering Lieutenant compares to his own Yutang brother?

Waiting in front of the small door. asked Zhang Yutang like that, in fact, he wanted Zhang Yutang to accompany him. But seeing that Zhang Yutang wanted to go to Jinshan Temple, Wuyan didn't open his mouth in the end.

But for the first time, Wuyan put down the machine in his hand in that big day. Dressed up carefully, put on a black veil, and went to the shore of the West Lake. Hiding behind 10,000 people, just to sneak a glance at the figure on the painting boat.

Just one glance, one glance, no salt is already frozen. That Han Xiangguo lives up to the name of "peerless", no wonder the emperor also praised his beauty, even more than the three thousand beauties of the harem.

There is still such a great man in the world, if you talk about appearance, maybe compared to Zhang Yutang. But he was out of the dust, but the unlucky Zhang Yutang couldn't catch up.

It's just that why, that man turned out to be exactly the same as the person in his dream, his words and demeanor, and his proud back. I was a little stupid when I watched it for a while!

"Whew!"

Dong Xiao whimpered, and at this time, Han Xiang stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the shore of the West Lake and the crowds of people on the boats around him, with a slight sigh on his face.

A purple bamboo jade flute in his hand flew out with bursts of pearl and jade sounds, as if it was heard nine days away. It is like a clear spring, dripping into the bottom of people's hearts, which is amazing. Countless colorful butterflies fluttering, all kinds of birds linger as if worshipping, it is really the reincarnation of the god of music, transcendent and holy.

At this time, everything is quiet. Countless people who went to watch held their breath and did not dare to come out, for fear that the sound of their breathing would destroy the artistic conception in front of them.

Suddenly. As soon as the sound of the flute stopped, Han Xiang turned his head and glanced at everyone lightly, and said loudly: "This time Han Xiang passed by the martial arts, and was valued by the seniors and many uncles and brothers in the martial arts, but he was very grateful in his heart. Here, I would like to ask someone to play a song with Han Xiang, but anyone is willing?"

"Shhh

Hearing this, everyone gasped in unison, that Han Xiang was the Taichang Qing of the current dynasty, ranking in Jiuqing. Not to mention the prominent status, it is also a peerless person who doubts the immortals, and the people present all look up and sigh, looking at themselves ashamed of themselves, how dare they play a song with it?

lest the class get an axe, smile and be generous, although there are all expectations in his heart, but he doesn't dare to respond.

"Huh!"

At this moment, an exclamation came from behind the crowd, but everyone was stunned. Han Xiang's gaze turned to the back of the crowd, and suddenly he saw a black back.

"Wow!"

The sea of people scattered like a mountain, but Wuyan, who was about to turn around and leave, appeared in front of everyone. I saw that she was covered by a black veil, and she couldn't see her true face clearly, but she vaguely saw that she must be ugly, bent over her chest, with long fingers, and her complexion was black, which was difficult to see.

"Yikes!"

It seems that he didn't expect it, but Wuyan was startled, hurriedly dodged, and felt that in the crowd on the side, someone showed a strange gaze, obviously someone had already recognized her identity, and she was even more embarrassed, and she was about to leave in a hurry.

"This girl!"

A warm voice came, melodious, and the figure had come close and called. Han Xiang's eyes were burning, and it was obvious that he had seen Wuyan's true face, but he was calm and didn't seem to care. There seemed to be a little joy in his eyes, and in a flash, it seemed that he was looking for the eyes that were diffuse, and finally found that ray of light.

"Me!"

Seeing this, although Wuyan was embarrassed, he couldn't help but stop. Turning his head to look at the man, he suddenly spoke, his words were jerky, and his voice was hoarse, which made everyone on the side change color, and caused an uproar.

"Can the girl play a song together?"

smiled slightly, and the smile was like a spring breeze, but it made the crowd quiet immediately, and even Wuyan gradually relaxed in that smile.

"The concubine can't play a musical instrument!"

The voice was still hoarse, but Wuyan bowed slightly to Han Xiang.

"Don't be afraid, I'll teach you!"

With a soft smile, Han Xiang suddenly stretched out his hand, put a jade pendant in Wuyan's palm, and then reached out to hold Wuyan's left hand and walked towards the painting boat......

ps：

Power outage.,It's good it's not too late.,Continue to make the second update.,Anyway, the foreshadowing of the last few chapters is a bit dull.,But the plot needs it.,I hope you'll forgive me.。 At the same time, the weak begged for a ticket!