Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 335 Fairy Sings

Because half of the urine was on his trousers, and it was wet and smelly, and he would probably be laughed at by Jiese or Yun Qiyou, so Ye Xiaochuan did not walk back to the camp, and with a little tiptoe, he reached a big tree not far from the campfire. Sitting on a branch of a tree, leaning against the trunk, listening to Yun Qiyou's performance.

Under this beautiful scenery, there is a fairy playing the piano and playing music, which is really a great pleasure. Ye Xiaochuan is now beginning to be arty and pretend to be an expert.

However, the faint smell of urine on the pants made this elegance a bit disgusting.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't care about that. He felt that the woman in white clothes under the moonlight played the piano really well, even better than the young lady on the boat on the building he met on the Yangtze River a while ago.

You can't pretend to be arty. Now that I'm in a mood, I can't let it go away.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't know why Xuanying returned the Huangquan Biluo Xiao to himself when he got out of the cave, and it came in handy now.

So, he casually took out the yellow spring blue flute from his waist.

The injury on the hanging arm has almost healed, and he hung a cloth bag around his neck along the way, mainly pretending to be injured and eating and drinking freely.

At this moment, he took off the gauze, worked up his emotions for a while, and began to play the jade flute slowly.

He really knows how to play Plum Blossom No. 3, which was taught by Situ Feng. He practiced it a lot some time ago, and he is already playing it like everyone else.

At the moment when the melodious flute sounded, Yun Qiyou, who was silently playing the demon-suppressing guqin, suddenly raised his head and saw not far away, Ye Xiaochuan was sitting on a tree branch, leaning on the trunk, playing his The jade flute that has always been stuck in my waist.

For the first time, she discovered that Ye Xiaochuan could play the jade flute!

She had heard this boy singing before when she was sitting on the mountain behind Cangyun Gate. The singing was unforgettable and she almost vomited three pounds of blood.

Unexpectedly, this guy with a broken voice actually has some talent in musical instruments.

Plum Blossom Three Lanes is a classic ancient piece that can be played on the guqin, zither, xiao, pipa, or even the erhu.

Ye Xiaochuan's flute sound is very proficient, and he is definitely not a novice who is not familiar with music. When paired with the guqin, the piano and flute play in harmony, and the three plum blossoms in the song are even more touching.

Moreover, there seems to be a weak connection between the two. This is the second time Yun Qiyou has felt this subtle feeling. The first time was when he played the piano and flute with Xuan Ying in Mount Xumi a few days ago. The thought of this strange feeling came back to me.

Ye Xiaochuan also felt this subtle feeling. This was the first time he had such a mysterious and mysterious feeling when playing the jade flute.

It's just a classic ancient tune passed down from ancient times. There is nothing strange about it. I have played it many times before, but this time I clearly felt an inexplicable emotion floating in and out of my soul.

This feeling was very familiar and warm, and both of them slowly relaxed under this feeling.

The sound of the piano became more melodious, and the sound of the flute became more melodious. The two of them gradually became intoxicated in this comfortable and joyful emotion, like meeting a close friend by chance.

The little monk Jingse sat up, tilted his smooth head and looked at Yun Qiyou who was playing the piano with his eyes closed, and then at Ye Xiaochuan who was intoxicated on the branch of a tree.

He sniffed and lay down to rest again. He felt that the sound of the flute was so pleasant that he closed his eyes unconsciously and beat the rhythm gently on his thigh with his palms.

In the sea of ​​Ye Xiaochuan's soul, only Situ Feng let out a slightly incredible sigh.

"Is it Old Man Huangquan's demon-suppressing guqin?"

He was the only one who heard this sentence, not even Ye Xiaochuan.

The mortal world has its own infatuated people,

Don't laugh at the infatuation.

If it weren't for some cold bones,

How fragrant the plum blossoms are.

The advent of what love is,

It only teaches life and death.

A clear and melodious song suddenly sounded at the edge of the grove on this ancient wilderness road. Under the moonlight and in the night wind, the song was melodious and moving, with a bit of winter chill and a bit of lush greenery.

I saw Yun Qiyou's eight fingers moving around, her lips moving slightly, her teeth slightly exposed, the moonlight shining on her body, her white clothes like the purest white snow, and her three feet of hair spilling down, as if it could never be dissolved. The ink is thick, the breeze blows, the hair is clear, and the dust is elegant.

See how many stories there are in the world,

The third plum blossom lane is the most ecstatic.

The plum blossom breaks a person's intestines,

The second trick of plum blossoms takes a lot of thinking.

There is a turmoil in the Three Plum Blossoms.

Deep in the clouds, there is vast water.

The beauty is breathtaking. The singing is still breathtaking.

Not long after lying down, Super Big Bulb quit smoking and sat up again. He rubbed his eyes vigorously with his fat white hands, then picked out his ears, and finally found a piece of fat under his waist. He pinched her hard, grinning from the pain and tears streaming down her face.

It's not a dream, you heard me right, and it's not a hallucination either.

Yun Qiyou is singing!

Yun Qiyou was carrying a guqin on her back, and it was no surprise that she knew how to play it.

But singing…

Among the six fairies, Lingbing Fairy Yun Qiyou, who is famous for being cold and aloof, can actually sing!

The song is soft and arrogant, cold and hot, like the sound of nature that lingers around the ears, leaving a lingering sound.

Jingse is crazy, Ye Xiaochuan is crazy, as if the night bugs in the surrounding grass are also crazy.

At the end of the song, the singing stopped, and the rustling breeze disturbed people's hearts.

The lingering sound is lingering, the green hair is wrapped around, and the four eyes look at each other in silence for a long time.

Yun Qiyou, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone, and Ye Xiaochuan, who was sitting on the tree branch, both stared at each other, as if they had a lot to say.

It is said that a bosom friend is hard to find.

Tonight, the zither and flute played the sound of nature, cleansing everything in the world.

Speechless, perhaps the best result at this moment.

Ye Xiaochuan's heart was pounding, and he looked at Yun Qiyou's eyes from a distance, which were very bright and clear. He didn't know whether it was his illusion or because Yun Qiyou was sitting next to the campfire.

He felt that the coldness in Yun Qiyou's eyes seemed to disappear at this moment, as if there were two flames burning in her eyes.

Yun Qiyou's heart was also beating violently. She didn't know why, in the zither and flute just now, she couldn't help but sing the three variations of plum blossoms, as if it was a natural result.

The boy sitting on the tree branch, just like in his memory, still gave people a cynical feeling.

However, at this moment, when facing Ye Xiaochuan, she felt an unprecedented subtle feeling.

Warmth, comfort, heat, shyness...

With her current level of cultivation and concentration, she seemed unable to suppress her inner emotions, and her heart was beating wildly.

This feeling was very strange, and she had never felt this way about any man.