I Raise Spiders in Pansi Cave

Dongyue cursed with a smile, and said, "In fact, his words have come true."

"Where did it work? I have come here, and I haven't seen a single person come in."

Dongyue said: "It's you! You came to see me at night, which is not what he said, there is a visitor tonight."

"And what about his bad news?"

"Didn't you tell about the disappearance of Tulaon? Tulaon is a high-ranking official in the state capital and a core disciple of Miyun Sect. If something happened to him, the practice circles in Daughter Country and Zhuzi Country will not be at peace. You guys It’s a big sect with a deep foundation, just like your father said, just be careful. The worst thing is our casual cultivators. Every time something like this happens, we have to worry about it, and if we don’t do it, we will be blamed. It's not easy, how can I stand the toss!"

Duanmuwei also thought about it, and said: "So, I helped him get the effect?"

Dongyue smiled and said: "Yes, no matter how I look at it, I think you two are in the same group."

……

After Duanmuwei left, the staff of the clubhouse came up and asked her: "Miss Dongyue, it's past midnight, no one will come in this rainy day, right? Can we close the door?"

Dongyue said: "You guys get off work first, don't close the door, I will stay here for a while."

The staff members were all off duty, and Dongyue was the only one left in the Xueqin Building.

She turned off the light, came to the terrace, waved her hand to prop up a green leaf above her head, set up a coffee table under the shade, and put away the tea set.Marry the iron pot to the small stove, and a little spark will pop out from your fingers and fall on the charcoal in the stove.

The rain was still falling, falling on the green above the head, the sound was like a forest in the rain.

The space between the sky and the earth is dark and gloomy, except for a little red light from the stove on the terrace, like a pomegranate flower blooming in the darkness.

When the water in the iron pot boiled, Dongyue started to make tea. This time she prepared two teacups, one in front of her and one opposite.

"If no one comes, take this bowl of tea as my offering to Acacia Lake in the rain."

She was thinking this while making tea.

After making the tea, she didn't drink it, got up and walked to the center of the terrace, and stood there quietly.

There was no green shade to cover her, but she didn't use her mana to avoid the rain, she let the rain drench her body, soaked her clothes, wrapped her body tightly, revealing her exquisite and graceful figure.

She suddenly twisted her waist, bent her arms, and took brisk steps, dancing in the rain like this.

Her dancing posture is light and agile, her body is weak and boneless, and lotuses grow on her feet, like a butterfly fluttering in the rain.

The spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth seemed to be attracted by her, and even the rain stopped, and she couldn't bear to disturb her graceful dance steps with noisy sounds.

At some point, she stopped dancing, returned to the original posture, and stood there quietly, as if nothing had happened.

The night wind blows through the pomegranate trees by the lake in front of the building.

Ugh……

A sigh, I don't know if it was the sound left by the wind blowing through the trees, or it came from Dongyue's mouth.

She turned around slowly and returned to the green shade. With a slight shake of her body, a white mist suddenly appeared all over her body, and the clothes that had been soaked by the rain dried up in an instant, and became soft and soft again. Flowing over her like a cloud.

She went back to the coffee table and sat down.

The tea in the teacup was already cold, she picked it up and wanted to drink it, but suddenly found that the tea in the opposite cup had dried up at some point.

Dongyue was taken aback, put down the teacup in her hand, sat down and bowed slightly, and said, "I don't know who is holy to come to our building, Dongyue is very honored, please show up and see."

Then, she heard a voice chant:

"'The sleeves are moving and fragrant, the red stalks are curling up in the autumn smoke, the wind is shaking on the Qingyun Ridge, and the water is blowing by the tender willow pool.'

The girl is so talented, why is she dancing solo in the rain late at night?No one drinks good tea, no one appreciates good scenery, what a pity! "

The sound came from the opposite side, but Dongyue looked carefully, but couldn't see anything. It was empty there, and there was no spiritual energy and mana fluctuations even with spiritual sense.

She was shocked in her heart, but without changing her face, she picked up the iron pot, brewed a cup of hot tea again, and said to the air:

"Tea is cooked for you, and dance is done for you. You have come, so what's the pity?"

"So you're waiting for me?"

"Yes and no."

"What do you mean by yes and no?"

"If you are destined, I am waiting for you. If you are not, I am not waiting for you."

She heard the person on the other side also sigh.

Then there was an extra sword on the table.

"Bamboo flower?!"

Dongyue recognized it at a glance, it was Zhuhua's sword.

"What about her?"

"She's dead."

"What... Bamboo Flower... is she... dead?"

Dongyue gently stroked the blade, "How did she die?"

"Death at the hands of Tullaon."

Dongyue's body shook slightly, and she sighed: "It happened after all, what a miserable girl!"

"She said that you are the only friend she has made good, and asked me to give you this sword. She said that you gave her the tassel on the sword."

Dongyue didn't doubt anymore, and asked, "Did you avenge him?"

"It's not relative, why should I avenge her?"

Dongyue was silent.

After a while, I heard the man say again, "Turaon is dead."

Dongyue slightly retracted her knees and saluted, "Thank you."

Suddenly there was another box on the table.

"This is the relic of Zhuhua, and I will give it to you as well."

Dongyue opened the box and took a look, then rummaged through jewelry and practice items.

"Zhuhua's family was poisoned, and she was coerced, so she did many wrong things..."

"If you find the antidote, can you send it to her family?"

Dongyue stopped suddenly and remained silent.

"Since you can't leave Nalan City, what's the use of finding the antidote? You don't need to worry about this matter, I will deal with it."

Dongyue bit her lips, as if she had made up her mind, and said, "Since you know that I can't leave Nalan City, sir, you must have seen my origins. Dongyue also wants to travel around the wilderness, live in the mountains, and stay away from the glitz and glamor of this world." , unfortunately... Please teach me, sir!"

"Your foundation is here, it's not easy to transplant, and I can't help you for the time being. Let's talk about it later!"

Dongyue seemed to see hope, and said: "It is enough to have what you say, sir! May I ask you how to address it respectfully?"

"All-match."

"Joker?..."

Dongyue couldn't help but think of the God of Wealth, but she didn't ask much.

Suddenly I heard Joker say: "I heard that Xueqinlou is famous for its qin tea. It's a pity that I have already drank the tea but haven't heard the sound of the qin."

Dongyue said: "I would like to play for Junya."

After finishing speaking, gently caressing with jade hands, there is an extra piano table next to it, and a guqin is placed on the table.

Dongyue bowed profusely, sat down at the piano table, plucked her fingers lightly, and made a melodious string sound.

A nameless song, the sound of the piano is quiet and low, in the pattering rain.

Accompanied by the rhythm of the piano sound, Joker's chant suddenly sounded:

"Under the east window of Miss Lu, sea pomegranates are rare in the world.

The coral reflects the green water, which is not enough to shine.

The fragrance blows with the wind, and the good birds return at sunset.

Willing to be the southeast branch, hold down your clothes.

There is no reason to climb and fold together, leading to look at the golden door.

......"

The poems are finished, the qin music is over, the fire is exhausted, and the tea is cold...

Dongyue pressed the strings of the zither and waited quietly. After waiting for a long time, knowing that the person had left, she felt a little more disappointed.

……

Qi Wufei walked quickly in the rain and headed towards Dingding Gate in the north of the city.

He just borrowed a poem by Taibai and sent it to Dongyue because he was sure that this woman...is not a human being!

When his consciousness reflected Dongyue through the mirror, what he saw was a pomegranate tree full of bright red flowers.

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Chapter 170 Eight, Ghost Market Exchange

On rainy days, the Dingdingmen food street lost its usual bustle. The open-air food stalls were all withdrawn, and some open shops were deserted, with few people.

Qi Wufei walked through the food street, but he didn't plan to eat anything, except that he was not hungry, and also because the lingering aroma of roselle tea was still lingering in his mouth.

When he passed Chunyue Tower, he took a look in. There were no diners on the first floor, and the two waiters were lazily leaning against the door, watching the pattering rain outside.

What caught his attention was an open window on the second floor, with a woman in a cheongsam leaning on the window rail.

The cheongsam is green, with a pink peach blossom embroidered on the chest, which looks both reserved and unrestrained in the misty night and dim light, matching her plump figure, which makes people think about it.

Although he has never seen it before, Qi Wufei is sure that this woman is Chunyue, the proprietress of Chunyuelou.

Because of the special nature of Dongyue, Qi Wufei paid more attention to Hailiu Bahua.

He has seen three sea pomegranates and eight flowers, and it can be said that all of them are stunning, but they are different.

Compared with Dongyue's dusty and elegant appearance, this Chunyue is a little less immortal and a little more charming.

But as far as the world is concerned, people may prefer Chunyue, because she is like the fragrance of peaches and plums in spring, and everyone is amiable.And Dongyue is like the snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains, which can only be seen from a distance but not played with.