Guqin becomes a beauty

Rong Zun moved, quickly cast his eyes around the beam, then shrank back, and muttered to Ling Xingwei: "Come here."

Ling Xing didn't know that this person had committed a stinking problem of saving face again, a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he strode towards him.After sitting down beside the stone statue, Rong Zun leaned over consciously.

He found the posture very skillfully, nestled in his abdomen, and curled up his body.

Ling Xingwei carefully covered him with a big cloak, only his head was exposed, then covered his ears with his own big hands, and said softly: "I'm here, go to sleep."

Ling Xingwei's palm was warm and dry, and it felt comfortable covering his eyes, Rong Zun gradually relaxed.

When the little phoenix saw its owner, it excitedly "tweeted" non-stop, and affectionately pecked Ling Xingwei twice, but Ling Xing didn't notice it, and hadn't seen him for a few days. Yes, obviously being well raised by Rong Zun.

It would be great if Rong Zun could use this ability of fattening people on himself.He wrapped his arms around Rong Zun's thin body with some distress.

"Jiujiugu..."

Seeing that the master was not very enthusiastic about seeing him, Little Phoenix let out an aggrieved "goo", and fell back to Rong Zun's neck, forming a ball obediently.

Rong Zun felt a little itchy, moved his head, closed his eyes and asked, "How do you know we're here in Xiayi?"

"When Cheng Lian called Xiao Xu, I was opposite." Ling Xingwei didn't hide it.

Rong Zun said "Oh" and waited, seeing that he didn't intend to ask the teacher to blame him, so he regained his confidence, "Then why are you here now? Are you going to take us back?"

"Why did I come here, you don't know?" Ling Xingwei pinched his cheeks slightly.

Rong Zun glared at him, then looked over at the side of the beam, puffing up his face.

There was another muffled thunder outside the ancestral hall, and Rong Zun shuddered twice reflexively. Ling Xing could not help him, and sighed: "I read the weather forecast."

"The weather forecast is too inaccurate." Rong Zun muttered in a low voice, "Yesterday it was cloudy, but today it's raining."

"It's a thunderstorm, sometimes you can't find it."

"Too inaccurate."

Ling Xing patted him on the back comfortingly.

After the burst of thunder passed, Rong Zun suddenly remembered something, showing a hint of malice, "You came here so quickly this time, did you use mana? Do you want to pay a fine?"

Ling Xing paused, seeing that he still had time to think about this, he pinched him angrily, "Anyway, I have all the money with you now, and you have to pay the fine for me!"

Rong Zun let out an "Ouch", the corners of his mouth became even more curved, he buried his head, and did not move.

He felt a little happy that Ling Xingwei could come at this time.

After more than 2000 years, I was finally able to lie next to this person in a thunderstorm. His tall body was much stronger than when he was a teenager, and it made people feel more at ease.

"We went to the museum and Shenhou two days ago, there are many beautiful Jun porcelains there, and I brought you a teacup." Rong Zun relaxed and chatted leisurely.

"Huh?" Ling Xingwei was a little excited.

Rong Zun smiled mysteriously, reached out his hand to feel in the universe bag, and took out a set of dishes, "Huh? This is not for you..."

Ling Xingwei: "..."

After groping for a long time, I finally found the round teacup, and handed it over like a treasure, "Here, do you like it?"

Ling Xingwei picked it up, and before he could open his mouth, Little Phoenix swooped in, nestled in the teacup domineeringly and yelled at Ling Xingwei.

"Tweet! Tweet Tweet!"

Ling Xingwei had a black line on his face, "Why did it say that you bought this teacup for it?"

Rong Zun coughed, and touched his nose unnaturally, "You are it, it is you, what are the two doing so clearly?"

Ling Xing didn't lower his eyes, and confronted his primordial spirit for a moment, and ended up pouring it out rudely. Before it flew in again, he quickly stuffed the teacup into his Qiankun bag.

"Chirp!—" Little Phoenix slammed into Ling Xingwei's chest with his sharp beak angrily.

Rong Zun couldn't stand it any longer, he patted Little Phoenix with conscience, "Hey, when you get back into his body, the teacup will be yours."

Huanliang next to him chuckled a few times, in exchange for Rong Zun's eyes that didn't allow him to watch the excitement.

Ling Xingwei didn't feel the joy of winning the gift at all. In his heart, he was still silently thinking about who the obviously more elegant set of Jun porcelain dishes was for...

Rong Zun thought he was happy, and his mood also improved, as if he didn't care about the thunderstorm outside.

"Thank you for rebuilding this ancestral hall for Xiaozheng. If I didn't see the flyer around the beam, I wouldn't even know he was in Xiayi." He said gently.

"You don't know?" Ling Xingwei was slightly stunned, and hugged him tightly with his arms, "Didn't you... come here to see him?"

"No." Rong Zun said lazily, and suddenly reacted, shaking his hand, "Why, you are still angry with Xiaozheng? It has been more than 2000 years, and I thought you would have passed away long ago."

Ling Xingwei pursed his lips, and said stiffly: "Who is angry with him? I just think it hasn't been built yet, and I plan to bring you here later."

Rong Zun stared at him for a while, turned his head away from him, his ears were slightly red, and then he gave a "tsk", without breaking his awkwardness, and lay back comfortably.

It was still raining outside, and there were occasional thunderclaps.Ling Xingwei hugged him gently, but his eyes were a little more gentle.

Until now, since Rong Zun left the piano shop, his anxious heart gradually calmed down.Only by holding him in your arms can you feel the rhythm of life and the peace of time.

Rong Zun seemed to have fallen asleep, Little Phoenix lay on his neck, kicked his feet, was caught by Ling Xingwei, and carried him into his arms.

"Chirp..." The little guy poked his head out in dissatisfaction, and was immediately booed.

Receiving his master's stern gaze, it gave a slight "chirp", hooked its head and shrank back into his clothes timidly.

In the ancestral hall, no one made a sound.

Leaning around the beam on the other side, listening to the sound of rain, resting his head on the feet of the stone statue.

Gradually, he also felt a drum of warm light covering himself, dispelling the chill.He looked up and saw that Nie Zheng was still staring stupidly with big copper bell-like eyes.He snorted lightly, didn't move, turned over and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The night passed and the sky cleared.

When Rong Zun opened his eyes, there was no one around him.Little Phoenix stood on the altar as quietly as a chicken. Seeing that he woke up, it seemed that the button had been turned on, and immediately called out "Jiu Jiu Jiu", as if holding back for a long time, flapping his little wings and bumping towards him.

Rong Zun smiled and let Phoenix fall on his shoulders, without asking anything, stretched himself and stood up.

On the contrary, Zhuo Liang couldn't help it, and said: "Minister Ling left early in the morning after seeing the rain stopped."

"Oh."

"He said there was a meeting in the morning, and... let you have enough fun, go home early."

Rong Zun rolled his eyes, "What's the rush?"

"You still don't want to go back?!"

Seeing this man slowly walk out of the ancestral hall with a smile on his face, he hurriedly followed him around the beam. When he came to the door, he couldn't help but look back. He saw the statue of Nie Zheng still standing quietly, as if looking at them from afar.

Silly and silly, a little lonely.

"You, won't you say goodbye to your apprentice?"

"What is there to say goodbye to?" Rong turned his face in doubt, his voice was soft, "He is worshiped by people now, and his meritorious deeds will be full. Maybe in another ten or twenty years, he will cultivate spiritual consciousness. Today's human beings The power of faith is even stronger. If you are more confident, you may not be able to become a god after a hundred years. It has been nearly 20 years since the God of War died, and someone should have filled the vacancy of the god. The righteousness in Nie Zheng's heart It is similar to that rough man, if he succeeds, it will not be regarded as a disgrace to the family style of the God of War."

He sighed, "I don't know when it's my turn to see that rough man, so that he can't blame the defeat in that battle on my not playing the piano for him before going out."

Hearing around the beam for some reason, his heart felt a little heavy, and he turned his head to look at the dusty portrait, flicked his fingertips in the cuffs, and a beam of crimson light flashed into the ancestral hall, blending into the portrait, making the color of the whole body even brighter. It's brighter.

As the most beautiful qin, Ruoliang has been loved by people since birth. Many people who love the qin are crazy about it and want to get it wholeheartedly.It has a huge power of faith that other zithers do not have.

What he did just now was to send his blessing to Nie Zheng.

He finished all this carefully, put his hands back into his sleeves, and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.But seeing Rong Zun squinting at him, the corner of his mouth smiled lightly, "You have a very kind heart."

Rao Liang suddenly frowned, stared at him like a cover-up, and said in a rough voice, "Don't get complacent too early! As far as your apprentice's stupidity is concerned, whether you can become a god or not is another matter!"

"It turns out that it is not sure whether it will be possible, but with the blessing of the Qin of Faith, it is almost inseparable." Rong Zun said leisurely.

"You...!" Zhou Liang's gorgeous face was flushed with anger, and she wished she could go back now and take back her blessings.

"Okay, don't be angry." Rong Zun took advantage of his height and pressed his head, "We still have a little money left for this trip, do you want to go somewhere else?"

Stopping around the beam, "Where are you going?"

"Chunqiu, 611 BC."

Zuoliang froze in place, a little absent-minded.

In 611 BC, the overlord of the Spring and Autumn Period, King Zhuang of Chu, had just ascended the throne.

At that time, the inexperienced king hid in the deep palace all day long, hunted and drank wine, ignored government affairs, and entrusted the affairs of the court to the Ao family, and even hung a big sign at the gate of the palace, which read: " Admonishers will be killed without pardon."

Indulging in drunken dreams, arrogant and extravagant.

It was at this time that the close minister Hua Yuan dedicated a generation of famous qin to King Zhuang of Chu.

King Zhuang of Chu was overjoyed after getting the Liangliang, and he didn't go to court for seven consecutive days. He couldn't put it down every day, indulging in the music of the qin.

Rao Liang once thought that King Zhuang of Chu was the confidant who cherished it, cherished it, and understood it best.It will show its most beautiful timbre, and the horse will report to Bole, and it will unreservedly respond to the person who is good at the piano.

They face each other day and night, and communicate with each other through music.Intoxicating music can be heard in the main hall every day.

It knows the preferences of King Zhuang of Chu, and King Zhuang of Chu also understands the essence of Raoliang.

During that period of time, passing by was joyful and reckless.A thousand cups of wine is rare for a bosom friend. After wandering for several years and passing through the hands of many people, it finally found such a person.

It trusted King Zhuang of Chu so much, and the disapproving voices around it did not frighten it at all.It still doesn't believe that this person will abandon it because of other people's eyes—even if those old-fashioned ministers hope so.

The means of these ministers are indeed mediocre, if it wasn't for the appearance of Fan Ji...

Thinking of this, Yuan Liang still felt a piercing pain from the tailbone to the waist.

Fan Ji...

There was a moment of coldness between the young man's beautiful eyebrows, his nose snorted lightly, and he said leisurely: "Okay, then let's go together."

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