Hit it off

The echo of Mobei wind and sand resounded shrillly.

The banner of the Arakawa Winery fluttered in the setting sun, especially swaying.

Xiao Er leaned lazily on the doorpost, raised his hand and yawned indecently.

A camel bell sounded sparsely from outside the fence, and Xiao Er was still leaning against the door without raising his eyelids, "Should the guest officer be on the tip or stay in the hotel?" There was still a hint of childishness in the voice.

"Find someone."

A cold voice came, without any ups and downs in the voice, the waiter was stunned, and looked up to see a pair of eyes, which were dark and calm.The person in front of him was dressed in a black robe, with ordinary facial features and ordinary temperament. He was the type who would disappear as soon as he merged into the crowd. Only those black eyes were deep and cold, without any emotion.

Xiao Er immediately put away his scrutinizing eyes and said with a smile, "Who are you looking for, sir? We are the only inn within a hundred miles of this big desert."

"Your treasurer."

The man's eyes were deep, but Xiao Er only felt cold when he looked at it.

"Unfortunately, the shopkeeper went to the town to restock, and I wonder if he can come back tonight."

Xiao Er continued to laugh, thinking, the shopkeeper said, if he stretches out his hand and doesn't hit the smiling person, no matter how unkind this person is, he won't suddenly chop himself off.

"Open room."

After the man in black robe finished speaking, he threw down an ingot of silver, and Xiao Er quickly caught the silver with his eyes and narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Okay, please come inside, guest officer."

"If the guest officer needs anything, just call the little one, and the little one is downstairs."

Xiao Er bent down to lead the man in black into the guest room, closed the door gently and exited, a stern light flashed in his eyes when he turned his back.

"Second Brother!" Lan Qingqingmao waved at Xiao Er while hiding behind the pillar, "Here, Second Brother!"

Xiao Er frowned and walked to the back kitchen, "What are you doing?"

"Second brother! Is that man looking for the shopkeeper?" Lan Qingqing asked with her round eyes blinking.

"Yeah." Xiao Er absent-mindedly replied, and suddenly thought of something to say, "What are you going to do, I warn you, the shopkeeper is not here, so don't mess with me!"

Lan Qingqing pouted, "What, I didn't want to poison his food and wine."

Lan Xiaoer looked at Lan Qingqing with the expression "You have spoken your mind, are you sure you are not kidding me".

"Okay, I'll put some Mixiang Yin on it, and it won't be too much of a disadvantage if I do it later."

Lan Qingqing spread her hands helplessly.

"When did you do it?" Lan Xiaoer held his forehead, "You just did it without knowing anything. What if that person loses his martial arts?"

"I spilled a little on the stairs when you were talking nonsense with him at the door."

Lan Qingqing pursed her lips, "I'm sensible, he won't be paralyzed, he will be unconscious for two or three days at most."

"You!" Lan Xiaoer gave her a chestnut, but heard the sound of a camel bell coming from the door.

"Come back, shopkeeper!" Lan Qingqing dodged sideways and ran out the door.

"The shopkeeper!"

Lan Qingqing rushed to the door excitedly, only to see an elegant young man wearing a white fox brocade robe walk in, with picturesque features and a refined look.

"Qingqing, has anyone been here?"

This young man's voice was as good as his appearance, and it was melodious, like the sounds of heaven.

Lan Qingqing nodded, stuck out her tongue and said:

"There's a coffin face looking for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the young master raised his head to look at the stairs, and the man in black came down. He was tall and tall, and he stepped on the old wooden planks without making a sound.

Just listen to the son said lightly:

"Long time no see, Lan Mo."

"Long time no see, Lancheng."

Lan Cheng ordered Lan Xiaoer to put the goods he brought in the backyard, and followed Lan Mo upstairs. When he passed the stairs, he glanced at Lan Qingqing and said, "Next time, remember to sprinkle more. Are you catching kittens?"

Lan Qingqing made a face at him, and trotted into the back kitchen.

The two entered the room, Lan Cheng closed the door, and heard Lan Mo say in a deep voice:

"Lan Siyu's situation is gone, the young master asked me to ask if you would like to join us."

The face of the blue city was still clear and cold, he said: "The centipede is dead but not stiff. Lan Siyu is not so easy to fall, I have to look again."

"I'll give you three days. If there's no reply after three days, I'll assume you're standing by him."

Lan Cheng responded, pushed the door open and went out again.

Three days later, camel bells sounded sparsely outside the Arakawa Winery.

Lan Xiaoer was choosing dishes in the back kitchen, Lan Qingqing wiped the table without raising her head, and asked, "Are you a guest officer or are you staying at the restaurant?"

"I want to eat first, is there any meat?"

"Baby, it's too dry here, you have to eat lightly, or you will get angry easily. Please serve some easy-to-digest meals, please excuse me."

Lan Qingqing looked up, was stunned, then nodded, said wait a moment, then trotted into the back kitchen.

She grabbed Lan Xiaoer by the collar and shook it, saying, "It's incredible! I actually met someone prettier than the shopkeeper!"

Lan Xiaoer rolled his eyes and said:

"Are you sleepy? How can there be such a good-looking person in this big desert? Could it be that you saw a mirage!"

"Maybe it's true, that person looks good but doesn't seem to be clear-headed, and he keeps calling for another little boy baby."

After Lan Qingqing finished speaking, she and Lan Xiaoer rubbed their arms at the same time, "It's so disgusting."

Yun Hanqing didn't know that there were two people talking about them in the back kitchen, so he took out the Supa from his arms and wiped the table and chairs again before letting Xue Changying sit down.

Xue Changying was lying on the table with a look of lovelessness.

Unlike Yun Hanqing, who traveled all over the world since he was a child, he has hardly been out of the south of the Yangtze River. He has been driving for many days in a row, exhausted by boats and cars, and ate a mouthful of wind and sand. Take a bath, and then get a good night's sleep.

"There are no guests in this inn, why is the food served so slowly?"

Xue Changying frowned and said, should he smash the store?

"Baby, don't be impatient, I'll go to remind you."

Yun Hanqing helped him pour a bowl of thick tea and put it in front of him, stood up, saw Lan Cheng coming down the stairs, and beckoned to him: "Trouble you, go and rush the back kitchen, why are the dishes so slow?" slow."

Xue Changying said innocently: "Han Qing, how could you let the Pavilion Master of the Qin Pavilion serve the dishes? It's a waste of money."

Yun Hanqing said: "If Lan Siyu is here, I will let him wash the toilet for my baby."

Lan Cheng quietly waited for them to finish their flirting, and said flatly, "Master."

Xue Changying said:

"Ah, Lancheng, long time no see. But can we stop talking about the old days, I'm so hungry."

Lan Cheng nodded, opened the curtain and entered the back kitchen. After a while, several dishes of side dishes were placed in front of Xue Changying.

Xue Changying asked while feasting, "Lan Cheng, have you seen Lan Mo? We've been here for so long and we haven't seen him come out yet."

Lan Cheng said: "He has never been here."

"Tsk, he must be demented and lost, hey. I said he is more than 25 years old."

Lan Cheng responded, saying:

"Don't bother me, the leader will use it slowly."

When they finished eating, it was already sunset, Yun Hanqing sent Lan Xiaoer to fetch a bucket of hot water, removed Xue Changying's clothes, and carried him into the bathtub.

Xue Changying was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open, and Ren Yunhanqing washed him up and put him on the bed in a daze. When he woke up, it was the willow tree on the moon.

Yun Hanqing hugged him and fell asleep, seeing the movement in his arms, he also opened his eyes.

"Baby, why does Lancheng open an inn here?"

Xue Changying said:

"Fifty miles away is Skyhawk Castle. He is responsible for receiving and guarding the gate. Anyone who is not good for Skyhawk Castle will be removed."

Just as he was talking, Yun Hanqing said, "Baby, did you hear the sound?"

Xue Changying's expression gradually became serious, she nodded,

"It's the sound of the piano."

The two put on their clothes, got out of bed, pushed open the door, and left looking for the sound.

The moonlight is as white as water, and there is a small octagonal pavilion in the secluded backyard.

Lan Cheng, dressed in a brocade robe of snow fox, sat in the pavilion, stroking an ebony lyre.

After the two preplays of "clank", there was only a melodious and melodious sound of the piano, like spring water in the mountains, flowing out, like pearls falling on a jade plate, with ups and downs, stirring people's hearts one after another, and like an oriole coming out of a valley, clear and clear .

There is another interlude of "Zheng", the tune is excited, loud and high-pitched, like the momentum of thousands of horses galloping, like the surging waves, gradually mobilizing the nerves of the whole body, the strings of "Zheng Zang" are plucked faster, and people's emotions are stimulated. Pushed to the top, there was a clang at the end, which seemed tragic and solemn, and also like a deep sigh, which was intriguing.

After a song is over, the lingering sound lingers, and it can't be calm for a long time.

Yun Han smiled and said:

"It is said that the strings of Shennong's qin are made of pure silk and carved from paulownia wood. Each string and tone are firm and sharp, exciting, and kill people invisible. I don't know if the one owned by Mr. Lancheng is Shennong's qin."

Lan Cheng looked cold, and said lightly:

"Villa Master Yun is indeed well-informed."

Yun Hanqing said:

"The piece you played just now is very special, what's it called?"

"Yellow Spring is broken."

Lan Cheng spoke quietly, stroking the strings with his slender fingers again, and said: "A piece of hell is broken, and there is nowhere to find a bosom friend. Does Master Yun know why there is no bosom friend?"

He said slowly:

"Because everyone who has heard this song is dead!"

Before the words were finished, the subordinates had dialed, "Zheng"!

A burst of true energy came out along with the chords, hitting Yun Hanqing's chest.

Yun Hanqing protected Xue Changying behind him, and drew out the Lengyue Sword with his right hand, "Ding!"

Sword Qi and True Qi collided, and the sound of the piano had been shot down.

Lan Cheng plucked the strings with his right hand and made the sound, and pressed the strings with his left hand without moving, and plucked the strings twice with his fingers, "Zheng, zheng!"

The sound of strings struck Yun Hanqing's face and abdomen like two flying knives,

Yun Hanqing tapped his feet, stepped back, tilted his head back, narrowly dodged the flying knife that grazed his face, flipped his wrist, and flew back the flying knife in his abdomen, Lan Cheng turned his head slightly, touched With a sound, the sword energy left deep scratches on the pillars of the octagonal pavilion.

Lan Cheng raised his hands together and plucked the strings, "clank!"

Countless flying knives attacked Yun Hanqing overwhelmingly, he stood in front of Xue Changying, his wrists kept turning, brought up a gust of wind to form an enchantment circle and knocked down the flying knives to the ground, isolating Lancheng, but in At this moment, with severe pain in his chest, Yun Hanqing stopped his sword and turned his head in disbelief. Xue Changying was holding a bloody dagger in his hand.

"Baby... um!"

Before he finished speaking, he looked down and saw that a sharp knife had been inserted into his waist.

"The Shennongqin is played with the sound of killing strings. From the moment you stepped into the backyard, you have already fallen into my illusion."

As Lan Cheng spoke, he slowly drew out the sword in his sleeve, looked at Xue Changying, and said indifferently: "Will you come with me now, or after a fight?"

Xue Changying reached out to catch Yun Hanqing's limp body, and touched his big acupoint to stop the bleeding. He didn't have a dagger dripping blood in his hand, and Yun Hanqing didn't have any wounds on his chest, but his eyes were lax, and he had already entered an illusion. .

Lan Cheng was already impatient with waiting, and his subordinates struck Xue Changying unconscious with force.

Lan Qingqing and Lan Xiaoer who were hiding in the corner came out, Lan Cheng stuffed the sword in his sleeve back into his sleeve, and said calmly: "Tie it up, take it back to Skyhawk Castle."

Lan Qingqing said:

"What about that coffin face?"

"He was enchanted by the Immortal Miracle, and he couldn't wake up for a while, so he was tied up in the woodshed and left to fend for himself."