Immortal couple

Chapter 40

Wu tried to run all the way to the top of the crowded mountain, but Mei Aoshuang didn't pursue it too much, if there was any disturbance, it would only annoy him even more.

He was as cold as an iceberg, walking among the crowd, the melodious sound of Guqin gradually came into his ears, more than one, many piano sounds that seemed to be asking for advice and singing in harmony fluttered among the green forest attics, the ancient charm and elegance were like the spring breeze The attack made the anger in Mei Aoshuang's heart gradually fade away.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, the people around nodded frequently and began to criticize each other. The scene was indeed like a grand gathering of literati and elegant guests.

"Master of the Palace of Worry-free!"

A voice suddenly shouted, everyone interrupted the discussion, looked at the purple figure passing overhead together, and started a new topic.

"Is the cloud coming?"

"That's right, Sansou Palace. Yun's new palace master, Yun won't come."

"This Yun Bulai is a lover of music and a follower of Lingzhong San. Since Yaoqinju was opened, he has been a frequent visitor here."

"Haha... No wonder, Mr. You Ye doesn't shy away from his identity as a monster, and he doesn't show mercy to the monks from the Xianmen who come to make trouble. It turns out that the Palace of Sanssouci is supporting him."

"..."

Mei Aoshuang didn't raise her head, her gaze was level, and she didn't stop walking up the mountain gate. Long before other people saw that attacking figure, he sensed a powerful spiritual power, unexpectedly, the identity of this person was The Lord of the Palace of Sanssouci.

Regardless of whether the palace is plagued by monsters in the southern border, Yun Bulai, the owner of the palace, is actually the guest of a monster.

Could it be... Sanssouci Palace is with demons?

A famous family, why did it fall to this point?

"Brother Sect Leader..." Wu tried to run back from the front out of breath, pointing behind him and laughing, "Just now a man with purple hair around his neck landed in front of me, wearing a gauze hat, he was a chess seller, and I'm talking."

Based on the word 'purple hair', Mei Aoshuang judged that he should be referring to the Palace Mistress Wuyou, at this moment he had no intention of correcting Wu Chuan's description of Fengxie, but asked indifferently: "What do you mean?" gone?"

At the same time, he lightly stepped into the mountain gate, and the exquisite attic surrounded by several small halls appeared vividly in front of him, with white walls and blue tiles, like a touch of green mountains and distant daisies.

Wu tried to follow, and said with a smile, "He told me to get out."

Stopping in her tracks, Mei Aoshuang stared at his face for a moment, feeling a little annoyed: "Facing other people's bad words? Don't you feel humiliated?"

Wu Zhuzhu laughed even more heartily: "Senior brother, look at what you said, how could I be humiliated? Except you, who can humiliate me?"

I hope he can have some self-respect, it's just unnecessary.

Mei Aoshuang's fairy face turned black into the bottom of the pot, he waved his sword aura lightly, and cut a small slit on his fingertip, a drop of bright red blood dipped on the jade white earring on his left ear, the earring instantly turned red like a blood jade, A powerful spiritual force spread out from his body, and immediately, ignoring Wu Shizhu behind him, he went straight into the attic with the Yaoqin Ju plaque written in italics in front of him.

"Huh? Brother Sect Leader...why are you upset again?" Wu tried to catch up: "Wait for me..."

Although there are many people in Yaoqinju, they are still relatively quiet. Most of them are people in the literary world and lovers of music, and their level is not low. Elegance and tranquility are the basic qualities of this group of people, so they are relatively orderly, and they often sing poems in their ears. elegant sound.

From the outside, the attic is five stories high. After entering the door, there is a layer of silk cloth in front of you. When the silk cloth senses someone coming, it will automatically open a small mouth, and the light curtain will fly away and then slowly fall down. It was enchanted.

In the middle is a circular space that goes straight to the top. There is nothing there, only a whole layer of black silk cloth hangs from the roof to the surrounding like a nine-foot waterfall. Absolute sound, from top to bottom, like the scene of elegant music from the sky, celestial beings are ethereal, the canvas hides the internal structure of each floor of the attic, which has a good effect of separating the scene, kind of strayed into the depths of the peach blossom, I don’t know The strange feeling of what the flowers look like, this giant painting that fell from the sky, interprets the elegant sound of Yaoqinju's calligraphy, and the meaning of detaching from the world is completely natural.

The waiters in charge of entertaining ushered in from the east and west sides of the silk cloth, like a modest gentleman who has read poetry and books, all of them have a gentle temperament, but they are not pedantic, and they are skillful and elegant in attracting guests.

The same is listening to music, here is a lot of sentiments higher than ordinary music halls.

"Wow, this big cloth strip is so big, how many clothes do you have to make?" Wu Chuzhu looked up at the giant round painting and sighed, and soon there were sneering looks from all around.

Looking at the flowing Danqing on the painting, Mei Aoshuang's eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of admiration, this monster is indeed a bit elegant and gentle.

No wonder these mortals, regardless of the worries of their lives, also want to come to this place, especially the cultured people, who often fabricate the communication between human beings and monsters into mysterious stories. The story of giving music.

The green tea is as clear as jade, the sound of the tea being poured into the cup is fresh and sweet, and the acacia tree outside the window is silently green and full of branches, silently watching the scene of people coming and going outside the attic.

"All the precious piano scores have been poured into the lives of the composers." Young Master You Ye said leisurely: "The sound of a piano with soul has always been different from ordinary sounds..."

"So, the son's soul is persistent."

The voice of Yunbulai has a sense of simplicity, and it comes out from under a finely embroidered gauze hat. The purple gauze surface reveals a vague outline under the sunlight coming in from the window. On the ivory mat beside the coffee table, reclining A man in a wide-clothed coat, with purple fox fur on his shoulders and neck, with every strand of plush blooming gorgeously, holding seven fingertip-sized chess pieces hanging from the veil. On each chess piece is written handsome, chariot, , cannons, horses, ministers, officials, and soldiers, as his body undulated, shimmering shimmering light constantly.

He is reclining and relaxed with a leisurely posture, but it makes people look up involuntarily, as if facing a majestic jade mountain.

You Ye chuckled, stroked two fingers of the piano, stopped, showing no sense of respect and fear to the Palace Master Wuyou in front of him, as if he had an ordinary person's attitude: "If you are not persistent, there will be no Lingzhong San."

Putting the teacup under the veil and taking a sip, Yun Bulai said lightly, "It's rare for Lingzhongsan to reappear in the world, so love should be cherished, don't take the usual back road, at least leave a successor, and then do what you did." Obsessive things."

There was a cool wind blowing from the window, and You Ye's long clothes were scattered among the qin platform, the jade-like face had a casual smile, even a little disdain, the slender sleeves rolled up like smoke, and the forehead was embellished. It is a crystal gem that emits dazzling light, reminiscent of the proud phoenix bird above the nine heavens.

"There is no method of teaching in the mausoleum, the score of the qin is easy to learn, but the soul of the qin is difficult to teach." His voice was like the sound of ice breaking, falling from his lips: "It is inevitable that the bell will never ring in the mausoleum. "

If this is the case, the souls needed by Lingzhong San must be in great grief.

The masters in the world all take different paths, not everything can be taken as their own, and destiny has its own destiny.

Yun Bulai also stopped forcing him to teach piano skills, and said with a hint of reminder in his words: "The three Xianyue monks you shot away yesterday, someone came to the door today."

You Ye lowered his eyes, and gently plucked the strings: "I'm dead, and the sound of Lingzhong San will never cease again." The corner of his mouth raised a satisfied smile: "Cultivator Xianyue... it's best to all come."

Listening to the sound of the zither that was like water moving souls, Yun Bulai felt a burst of regret in his heart, and Yun Bulai asked lightly: "What enmity do you have with Xianyue?"

"Will you fight Xianyue for a piece of music?"

The worry-free palace lord in front of me, although young, is unfathomable. You Ye has always had no good intentions towards the monks of the Xianmen, and would use insidious techniques and soul-absorbing methods to get rid of him, but in the past two months, he has no intention of treating him. The method, the chess piece on the gauze hat should be a peerless defensive magic weapon, no spell can get close.I thought he didn't make trouble, and just listened to the piano every time, that's all, but recently he seemed to be aware of his actions, and asked for the piano frequently, fearing that Lingzhong San would be lost again.

Even if he loves music so much, he does not hesitate to appreciate the music every day with his status as a master of the immortal sect and as a demon. Will he become an enemy of Xianyue, the leader of the Dao League, just for the sound of a piano?

Seeing that Yun Bulai shook his head, the chess pieces on the gauze shook slightly, and said coldly, "No."

You Ye is not disappointed, he has never had a good impression of people from the Immortal Sect, for the past two months, this person has come here every day despite criticism, but it is only for his own ears.

"Then please stop asking about You Ye's private affairs, Palace Master Yun, and just listen to the piano quietly."

Yun Bulai stopped responding, picked up the teacup again, hid it under the veil, savored it carefully, looked out the window and thought for a while, the Xianyue disciple he met in front of the mountain gate just now is really unfounded, but behind the little disciple If you guess right, it should be Mei Aoshuang, the most popular head disciple of Xianyue today, so... this little sparrow monster who will be scattered in the mausoleum, I am afraid it is...

Forget it, Lingzhong San became an absolute hit again, which is fate, but after listening to it for two months, I felt a little cherished.

The sunlight gradually became thicker, illuminating the elegant room with golden light and warm colors. A figure appeared outside the carved door, and he walked in a hurry and slammed the door several times.

"Master You Ye!"

You Ye stood up and responded, "What's the matter?"

The servant boy outside the door reported: "Two more Xianyue disciples have come to ask for an audience."

You Ye: "How do you look?"

Waiter: "One is short and weak, and the other is handsome and immortal. According to your instructions, I noticed that their hair crowns are different. The white jade crown is decorated with blood spirit stones, the left ear is adorned with seven blood-colored earrings, shining, and the right hand wears a string of hair. Snow-white agarwood beads, full of fragrance."

"Xue Chenxiang!" Yun Bulai took a sip, held the teacup for a while, and said again: "Xianyang Reincarnation Technique...it really is Mei Aoshuang."

You Ye took a look at Yun Bulai, turned around with an expected expression, and ordered outside the door: "Please invite them to the VIP seats on the third floor, and listen to me a song Lingzhong San! After the song, please meet me at Yaju."

"Yes." The servant boy replied respectfully, then asked after a pause, "Which elegant residence would you like to invite, Young Master?"

Caressing the guqin beside him, touching each string with his fingers, as if he was about to release his anger, You Ye's tone was also slightly excited: "Of course it's the Yaju where the three monks of Xianyue stayed yesterday! Brother, how can I, You Ye, be treated differently?"

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