first music repair

The tea set is complete.

Seeing someone enter the room, he stood up, smiled slightly at the visitor, pulled up his sleeves, and said politely: "Mr. Wen."

He wears wooden clogs on his feet, and is dressed in a snow-white Taoist robe with wide sleeves, and his knee-length black hair hangs behind him. Outside the window is the beautiful flowing clouds of "Between White Clouds", with green vines and verdant green vines, and the breeze blows, and the hair flutters , the whole person is freehand and romantic, but his face is as cold as snow.

The few people who came in were all shocked by the natural and harmonious scene. They only felt that the person by the window seemed to blend into the scene, and his worldly appearance was not as good as his full body.

But this trance was only for a moment.

Wen Ran walked to the window in a few steps, and then stood still. His eyes were bright, and he moved his lips several times to say something, but finally his face turned red and he didn't say anything.

The two brothers of the Ling family watched from behind, and couldn't help but worry for him. Ling Mu was about to step forward, but Ling Yue held his shoulder with one hand, but stood still.

Hua Song looked at the person standing in front of him, wanting to talk or not. After a while, frustration gradually appeared in his eyes. He froze for a moment, and moved his hand to the side. He said slowly and calmly: "Mr. Wen, please sit down." .”

Wen Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down quickly, but looked at Hua Song with a red face, seeing his quiet and indifferent gaze following her, with pure eyes, she couldn't help but feel more relaxed.

Once seated, he took a deep breath and intoned:

"You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen,

like a genie in the cloud;

the person in the painting;

sea ​​spirit

I really like you;

I just hope you take a look at me;

I am satisfied. "

He has a nice voice, even if ordinary words are sung by him like this, it doesn't sound weird and unpleasant. After singing, he looked at Hua Song with bright eyes.

Hua Song was stunned for a moment by his unreasonable way of talking, but only for a moment, his body tensed secretly relaxed a little, and said with a light smile: "Thank you, Mr. Wen, for your kindness."

He overthrew all the manuscripts he had secretly typed before, and smiled lightly at the young guest in front of him: "Thank you for the gift you sent earlier, as a token of gratitude, let me make you a pot of tea, okay?"

Wen Ran's eyes became even brighter, he nodded repeatedly and said, "Please."

Hua Song couldn't help but smile, and his body relaxed even more.He pinched the cuff with one hand, lifted the lid of the tea, took a few short and pointed leaves from the sealed jar and put them into the cup, then quickly closed the lid, fetched the ice water that had been put aside a long time ago, put the kettle on Hang in the air and the water rushes into the cup.

Cold steam rises.

This movement is done smoothly and naturally, with a sense of beauty.Wen Ran watched from the side, eyes slightly closed, and opened his mouth to chant again: "Epiphyllum in tea, like foggy tea, blooms for a moment, and withers for a moment..."

Under the shower of ice water, the tea leaves in the cup slowly stretch out the branches and leaves, like snow-white and beautiful petals blooming, instantly beautiful, and the clear and faint fragrance flows out.

Wen Ran lived up to the kindness of Hua Song, picked up the teacup with one hand, and took a sip, only to feel the refreshing particles bursting in his mouth, coupled with the unspeakable tea fragrance, the aftertaste is endless.

However, after taking two more sips, the snow-white branches and leaves have closed, and the taste of the water in the cup has changed again.

Wen Ran put down the cup, looked at Hua Song, opened his mouth this time, and the words he spit out were normal, he praised: "Good tea."

Hua Song also smiled lightly.

The author has something to say: ——Thank you "Qiaoqiu" for the mine, although it is a reminder~

The author will work hard to code.

Well, since Xiaotian used mines to remind the update, the author will add another update tonight, and now I am trying to code...

Chapter 23

The two brothers of the Ling family relaxed a little after seeing their young master speak up and then sit down naturally.

The two of them hadn't paid attention to Song of Flowers that day. When they saw him this time, seeing his outstanding appearance and excellent temperament, like the bright moon and the lotus on the top of the snow, they couldn't help frowning. It seems that the young master will have a good impression of this person, because the young master usually likes to be close to this type of people.

Although they love the young master and don't like the stove, but thinking that coming out this time is for experience, the Patriarch has ordered them to train their hearts even more, telling them that they can only guide from the side and not interfere with the young master's choice. Each pressed some thoughts in their hearts.

They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until they saw that the cauldron was not seductive and flirtatious as soon as it came up, but was drinking tea and playing the piano with the young master, and they were relieved, sitting leisurely on the chairs and waiting.

If it weren't for this world, besides pure force, mental perseverance experience is also extremely important, they would rather the young master is as simple as before, after all, the young master was born with an unstable soul and a different mind than ordinary people...

Unfortunately…

The two of them were stuck in the room like two wooden stakes, no matter how you looked at it, it was an eyesore, Zi Xin turned her eyes, and walked towards Ling Mu, who was looking easy to talk, her figure was like a willow, her voice was mellow, as if she had changed A person said softly: "My lord, the scenery outside is just right, why don't you go for a walk?"

After finishing speaking, his eyes turned towards the direction of the two masters. At this time, Hua Song lowered his eyes and played the piano, Wen Ran tapped his fingers on his knees, listening intoxicated, and the lingering sound of the piano came out, soothing the thousands of thoughts in his heart, and he was happy. It's a pleasant scene, such a scene is not easy to disturb.

However, Ling Mu just looked in that direction, then took the conversation with a smile, and ordered: "What's so beautiful outside, little girl, sitting and bored, go and bring me something to eat."

Zi Xin froze on the spot, and for a moment, the smile on her face was a bit forced, and she said with a smile: "In this way, it will affect the two masters here, why don't you go to the next room to eat?"

In fact, the purpose of the maids in the Happy Building is not just to serve the master. There are two side rooms next to each main house for maids or male servants, so the intention is naturally very obvious.

Ling Mu stopped talking, and looked at her with a half-smile.

Under the pressure, Zi Xin didn't dare to say more. Although these two people lived under others and served as the young master's guards, she could also sense that these two people were hiding their secrets and their cultivation bases were profound. , she dare not offend.

Seeing Ling Yue holding the big sword, Zi Lan stared ahead with sharp eyes, her figure was cold and serious, she hesitated and dared not approach.

Zi Xin turned around and gave her a wink, and the two left the room.

After leaving the house, Zilan couldn't help complaining, "What kind of weirdo is this..."

Zi Xin gave her a warning look, and said softly: "Go to the kitchen and order some food."

Then one person was left guarding vigilantly.Although there are restrictions that can be triggered in the house, Huasong has not built a foundation, and nothing else can be done except chatting.

In this way, such a wonderful scene appeared in a house in the "Baiyunjian". Two teenagers were playing the piano and painting in one direction, looking very comfortable, but in the other direction of the room, one person was feasting, filling the room with food. The taste, from time to time came the touching of bowls, and the sound of satisfied admiration.

Two maids stood aside stiffly, and a man sat on a chair, as stable as Mount Tai.

This scene is unexpectedly strange and harmonious.

After sending the master and servants away, the corners of the lips of the two maids were pulled down, Hua Song flicked his robe, and the corners of the mouth curled up in an arc.

Seeing this, the two maids leaned over and said with a smile: "Congratulations, young master, your thoughts are not in vain. I see, Young Master Wen likes you very much."

Hua Song raised his chin proudly, glanced at the two of them, and said softly: "It's not a matter of course to love me."

The two maids hurriedly said: "Yes, you are right."

Hua Song put one hand behind his back, and smiled with satisfaction: "You have worked hard too, so I will give you the rest of the fog tea."

Fog tea is the fourth on the list of top ten famous teas. It is so famous not only because of its strange shape when brewing tea, but also because the aura it contains is pure water aura. , very precious, therefore, its value goes without saying.

In this world, many species have mixed attributes. Ordinary five-element attributes are doomed to be ordinary in life. However, among the five-element attributes, some are born to reach the heavens and earth, and give birth to spiritual energy, then they will stand out from thousands of creatures. Among them, those with excellent and pure attributes , is the darling of heaven and earth.

Just like human beings, those who have a spiritual root in their body can cultivate immortality, and those with ordinary five elements are mortals; those who have a spiritual root, the spiritual root is full, and the one with only one spiritual root is the best.

Just like plants, the natural attributes of plants are determined, but if a spiritual accumulation is born in the body, which can freely absorb spiritual energy in the branches, it is a spiritual plant; and if it further generates spiritual wisdom, it can become a demon.

Animals are the same as plants, but they are superior to plants in that the power of animal bloodline inheritance is stronger than that of plants. The bloodline power of many great monsters even makes many monks panic and even greedy.

After Hua Song said a word, a lot of content turned in his head. After reading those books, he often had such a conditioned reflex, and he quickly connected everything that was related.

As for the preciousness of the fog tea, the two maids must have been overjoyed.

Sure enough, just after Hua Song said, the two maids stared wide-eyed, their faces were filled with joy, and they didn't refuse, and said with a smile: "Thank you, young master, for the reward."

Hua Song smiled heartily.

His eyes moved from the spirit fruit sent by Wen Ran on the table to the outside of the window, and he sighed as if depressed: "Although these things are good, they are better than spirit stones, and they are pleasing to look at."

The two maids raised their eyes and looked at him. Although their eyes were still filled with joy, their faces had already calmed down. They didn't understand why their master looked arrogant and looked like a fairy, but he loved spirit stones... and the rich man who loves gold and silver. Same, they all adhered to his words: "Yes, Lingshi is better."

Hua Song paused before walking towards the study.

When the surroundings became quiet, his whole body also calmed down.

Hua Song rested his hands on the table and propped his chin, his eyes looked out of the window, his sight was out of focus, obviously in a trance.

He must be very flamboyant when he receives daily presents from a man who thinks it is the same means that modern dandies use for courtship.So before deciding to meet people, he first made some arrangements, trying to get the first person to control the home court, making tea and playing the piano, talking about love affairs, so as to avoid going in another direction.

But beyond my expectations.

Hua Song couldn't help but smiled slightly, he felt that he was lucky.

He didn't expect Mr. Wen to be such a... simple person.His eyes are flawless, and it seems that he obviously doesn't know about love, looking at him is like looking at something he likes, but it's just pure love, nothing else.

Mr. Wen obviously likes to make tea and play the piano for him. Although his conversation behavior is a bit abnormal, the two get along very harmoniously.

He is very happy, and Hua Song is also very happy. He has never been so happy with others in this life.

He likes Mr. Wen very much, but...

Hua Song lowered his eyes melancholy, it is destined that they can meet each other, but the mixed feelings will never be pure.

Mr. Wen might be an opportunity for him to get out of the Happy Building, and he would never allow this opportunity to slip by.

Hua Song closed his eyes, not thinking about this depressing question, he stood up and walked to the bright window.

It seems that every time when he is in a low mood, he loves to stand here, looking out of the window, and seeing the vast world outside, his heart will be more open.

The landlord is not in the Happy Building, and Mr. Nanfeng has gone out for several days and there is no news. Therefore, the furnace in "Baiyunjian" has been run on everywhere, and life is a bit difficult. Hua Song stays in his room every day, but the nervousness outside He could also sense the atmosphere, and his perfunctory eating didn't take him seriously.

Fairy Qiuman often came to complain, saying that the bustard in the building often arranged difficult guests to the furnaces in the "Baiyunjian", which made most of the furnaces miserable.

Hua Song could only be a punching bag quietly, and when Fairy Qiuman finished speaking all the angry words, there was nothing else he could do.

Fairy Qiuman even said something that didn't make sense, "Why would the furnace from Happy Valley be distributed to the young master? Given how much they exclude us, even if it's rotten things, they would rather throw them away than give them alms." Us, not to mention such a high-quality furnace. Hua Song, what do you think?"

When she said this, she stared at Hua Song, her gaze was unexpectedly sharp, Hua Song didn't know why she said this, but after a moment of surprise, he still responded calmly, "I don't know either."

Then he ended the inexplicable confrontation between the two with one sentence, "Instead of messing around, why not wait for the young master to return, there are some things that only the young master can know."

After Fairy Qiuman left, Hua Song fell into the question she just asked.

After he understood that the Huanxie Louding was divided into two parties, and each of them worked independently, Hua Song was very puzzled because he actually gave it to Mr. Nanfeng, and he couldn't find out the reason.

But today, he clearly felt Fairy Qiuman's hostility. Although there was faint hostility in the past, it was not as bright as it is now.

He has a sense of crisis about "Bai Yun Jian".

The fog condensed into the shape of one cloud after another. This time, the dense fog filled the air, like billowing white clouds, about to set off huge waves.

Hua Song calmed down, not thinking about some miscellaneous things, and his eyes spread to the distance.

Even if it is covered by thick fog in the distance, it cannot be covered by the whole suit. The huge mountain range standing proudly is shining red, and the air waves are turbulent. Presumably it is either a strange treasure or a monk fighting skills.

Hua Song often looks out of the window, so she will not be surprised by some visions.Looking at the state of the dense fog again, he knew in his heart that there would be heavy rain tomorrow.

Since the maid reminded him, he rarely paid attention to the small courtyard behind the pharmacy. This time he glanced over the courtyard in a hurry, and the courtyard was dry and silent, without any abnormality.

He just thought about it faintly, not knowing what happened to the man, so he turned his eyes away without thinking deeply.

Lingbao was still blocked, Qi Ling was still sleeping, Hua Song turned around and continued writing on the table.

The author has something to say: ——It’s over, good night everyone~

Chapter 24

The next day, it really rained cats and dogs outside. The dark clouds rolled over thousands of miles above the sky, and the big raindrops fell down. The "capital in the clouds" was shrouded in heavy rain. , revealing the place covered with thick fog—

Those are smooth, moist, barren low mountains that connect into an arc, enveloping the "capital in the clouds". There is a meandering glacier flowing.

This scene was strange, but it was covered by thick fog in an instant, not showing a single bit.

The heavy rain was too heavy for Hua Song to open the window, but he was in a good mood just listening to the sound of the rain patting on the eaves.

He rubbed the ink slowly, spread out the snow-white letter paper, and dropped elegant and correct characters one by one.He was still struggling with what to write, but under his happy mood, some words naturally jumped onto the letter paper.

Early in the morning, he received a letter from Mr. Wen, which was sent by someone specially, not through sound transmission or paper crane transmission.

On that letter, Wen Ran said that they were going to participate in a grand auction, and they had no time to come and play with him today, and told him not to forget to think of him. Thumbs up:

"Your clean eyes are like your soul, clear and clear;

make me feel comfortable and at ease;

i really like you. "

There is a sense of calmness and sincerity between the lines, just like him, with unstained eyes and innocent eyes.

After reading the whole letter, Hua Song didn't know how to express that feeling. Is it unbelievable or moving?

Putting away the short letter, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He wants to use Mr. Wen to obtain the spirit stone, but he also has a good impression of him in his heart, so he always feels a little guilty. He thought to himself: "If one day I escape from birth, I will definitely explain this matter to him."

In the next few days, Hua Song spends most of his time with Wen Ran. In his relationship with him, Hua Song plays the piano, plays the flute, paints or dances the sword, while Wen Ran listens or dances with him. It is watching, as if just being beside Hua Song is a very wonderful thing.

Most of the time, he will play chess with Hua Song quietly, both of them are pure-hearted people, their chess moves are clear, in a game, if you meet your opponent, either I lose or you win.

Wen Ran seldom speaks, unless he encounters something that he admires or loves, but his pair are too transparent, as if he can see through all falsehoods, except for pure-minded people, few people like to talk to him. He gets along.

Hua Song was wearing an azure Taoist robe, and his black hair was held casually by a bamboo hairpin. He was sitting in front of the pavilion, behind the piano case, and he felt that the atmosphere at this time was infinitely good. He has been walking on thin ice for more than ten years, carefully Do not communicate with others, not only because he is afraid that others will discover his resistance, but also because he is afraid of having feelings for others, and then escape from the inevitable pain.

And now, he met someone special at a coincidental time, and they didn't care about anything else but being happy with each other.

In just a few days, the two seemed to have known each other for a long time.

Hua Song felt that he was in an unprecedentedly good mood at this time, so after the sound of the piano stopped, he didn't get up to play chess with Wen Ran as usual.

He suddenly remembered a song "Flowing Water".High mountains and flowing water have been called together since ancient times, and the best is like water.

Wen Ran paused for a moment with the hand supporting his chin, and tilted his head to look at him.

Hua Song smiled brightly at him. At this time, all the muscles and cells in his body were aroused with joyful emotions, and his heart suddenly felt free and easy.

He reached out and put his fingers on the strings, and the sound came out all at once.

Nothing can be fettered, so the spirit and the mind are united. The sound is like a waterfall and a spring, and it turns like a stream. Let people feel at ease in the world.

Wen Ran's already bright eyes became even brighter, and the wings of his nose even trembled with excitement. This is a common state when he sees something he likes. He looked at Hua Song, and suddenly a long sword appeared in his hand, and he jumped , and flew out of the pavilion.

A bright sword light flashed across the air, and Wen Ran's body soared into the air. The sword was like a white snake spitting out letters, hissing and piercing the wind, and it was like a dragon shuttle. When walking around, it was as light as a swallow. The green vines and tulle trembled slightly.

After the song was played, the lingering rhyme continued, Hua Song's hands were still on the strings, his eyes watched Wen Ran's movement following the sound of the piano, the two looked at each other, and suddenly looked at each other and smiled.

At this time, the cloud threads around the green vines and around the center of the pavilion suddenly split apart one by one, Hua Song's eyes widened.

Wen Ran's sword dance is like flowing clouds and strong winds, combining hardness and softness, it is natural and fearless, the sword carries the master's will, and there is nothing to restrain it, compared to Hua Song, it is just a beautiful sword dance, so I don't know how many times.

He asked curiously, "Mr. Wen, are you a swordsman?"

Wen Ran held the sword and entered the pavilion, nodded after listening to his words, then suddenly turned her head to Hua Song and said, "Show you my sword."

This was the first time he wanted to communicate normally.

Hua Song looked into his eyes in amazement, but saw that they were full of calmness and love, he suddenly felt a lump in his throat, pursed his lips, smiled, and then approached.

Since the sword suddenly appeared in Wen Ran's hand, he was very curious.

Wen Ran put the sword on the stone table. The whole body of the sword was clear, the blade was slender and straight, without any complicated engravings, even the hilt was clean, it looked very simple.Placed on the stone table, there is a silent sense of warmth.

Hua Song looked at this very simple sword, but felt that it was not simple, but where was the difficulty? With his current knowledge, he couldn't explain why. He remembered what his grandfather said to him, "The meaning of the song is perfect, and the will Blend, and your carvings will come to life."

At this moment, this sword gave him such a feeling.

Wen Ran looked at him, touched the sword lovingly, "This is my natal sword, Tian Xin."

The sword was touched by him, and it let out a light chime in pleasure. It was obvious that he liked his master very much, and it turned into a wisp of green smoke and penetrated into his body.

Hua Song looked at the pure white boy in front of him, his face could not hide his shock, he couldn't help saying: "You are so amazing!"

The books he had read often mentioned the word genius, but he never expected that a genius would appear in front of his eyes.

You must know that sword cultivation is difficult. Not only is the cultivation process arduous, but it also requires strong willpower. In sword cultivation, there are not many people with wisdom, and those who cultivate the sword of life are even rarer. All of them have become well-known powerful sword cultivators.

"Natural Sword" is said to be a sword, but it is not always true.It is necessary for the sword cultivator to comprehend the meaning of the sword, collect the sword energy, supplement it with special materials, and then go through the daily cultivation of the master's soul before it can become a sword, unite with the master's body and mind, and blend with the soul.

And all this can only rely on one's own comprehension and superhuman patience.

As for the young man in front of him, it seems that he is not very old, and he has already cultivated the "Natural Sword". What kind of perseverance and understanding should this have!

Hua Song couldn't help showing admiration in his eyes.

Wen Ran tilted her head to his praise, then accepted it calmly, smiling and said: "Wu Xin loves me, and I love him too."

Hua Song also smiled lightly.

No matter what situation he is in now, it is enough to meet such a person and make friends with him.

-

Just when Hua Song left the pavilion with Qin and Wen Ran in his arms, a dark red figure suddenly appeared. His narrow and dark phoenix eyes looked at the two people who were going away, his bright red lips were pulled up, his face was as pale and cold as frozen snow.

The bird, which was combing its feathers leisurely, flapped its wings and left in fright.

The dark red figure suddenly disappeared again.

-

Hua Song didn't go to learn dance with Fairy Qiuman in the afternoon. In the past few days, Fairy Qiuman's temper has become more and more irritable, and he has become more and more unpleasant to see.

Hua Song is also unwilling to make trouble.

Regarding the matter of learning dance, the person who taught him was perfunctory, and Hua Song himself didn't want to learn it. The deputy landlord of the Happy Building, Fairy Yunfu, Ye Guanshi and others would not come to supervise him.

Therefore, this matter has the meaning of laissez-faire.

Hua Song walked towards the quiet room at the back of the house, thinking: "The possibility of letting me practice dancing was mostly proposed by Ye Guanshi. After all, he is the only one who knows the most about all the furnaces in Happy Valley. Steward Qin entrusted us all to him, and he is the only one who knows my strengths best. He has never looked at me directly, and when he looks at me, he disdains me like looking at dirt. Besides, Mr. Nanfeng embarrasses him in front of everyone. , and I am the one chosen by Mr. Nanfeng..."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stop, and his thoughts suddenly brightened.

With how much Ye Guanshi disliked the beautiful man's furnace, how could he give him an excellent furnace just because of Mr. Nan Feng's two words?

Hua Song thought of the moment when Guanshi Ye's expression froze and read a lot of books on self-cultivation. He couldn't help thinking, could it be that someone sent him a voice transmission and asked him to do this?

And in the Happy Building, there is only one person who can order Guan Shi to do things, and the deputy landlord Hua Wuyang.

The sub-host and the host don't get along, and the people below are also divided into two factions. Given the origin of Hua Song, it's only natural that the sub-host should be assigned to one side.

But the deputy landlord asked Ye Guanshi to assign him to Mr. Nanfeng. What's the purpose of this?

Hua Song knows how precious he is, he judges others by himself, if he holds such a high-quality stove in his hand, he will not give it to others for nothing.

Thinking of the bugs that have been monitoring him all the time, Hua Song guessed, could it be that he wants to break into the interior by himself and monitor "Baiyunjian" by himself?

No, if you want to monitor, you won't call him.

Excluding the idea of ​​using himself to attack "Baiyunjian", there is only one problem left, and that is his own problem.

Having come to this conclusion, Hua Song just stopped walking for a while, and then continued to walk forward, with no change in expression.

One danger and two dangers add up to danger, and he didn't bother to get to the bottom of it, so he stopped here.Anyway, he has no power to resist, besides escaping from the tiger's mouth, should he be tortured by someone's sword or be punished by others.

The author has something to say: ——Thank you for the support of "I want to crawl slowly", hug and kiss, okay~

But as long as everyone leaves a message to support, the author will be very happy, and there is no need to spend money~

Motivation comes only when there is encouragement, so don't be careless.

If you like this article, please collect it, thank you very much.

Chapter 25

Hua Song doesn't have much interest in practicing charm skills, but he still attaches great importance to contortion.

Even after he broke through the basics of contortion, he is still in the Qi training period and cannot jump on the ground. He can also feel a subtle feeling, as if his body is light and floating, and he is about to fly away from gravity.

This feeling is not an illusion, but an occasional existence that cannot be grasped or touched.

Only then did he attach importance to the role of soft body art, instead of just treating it as a supporting exercise of charm art, if you don't practice it, you will die.

When Hua Song practiced dancing, she was very flexible, and she could do any difficult moves without any effort. It can be said that it should not be difficult for such a person to learn dancing, but Hua Song didn't like it, and resisted dancing. Fairy Qiuman It was only when he commented that his dance was "tangible but spiritless", which was not good-looking.

The contortion technique made his muscles condensed, and his bones and flesh were washed and strengthened. If he took off Hua Song's clothes, he would see a body with smooth and graceful lines, undulating muscles secretly, and a perfect figure.

This body exuded a bewitching smell when he was a young boy, and when he grew up, he didn't know how captivating it would be.

Because of the bad environment, these exercises are part of shaping and beautifying, so although Hua Song is practicing, she doesn't take it seriously in her heart, but is unwilling to look at her body.

In the past few days, with a relaxed mood and a happy expression, he only felt that subtle feeling when he was practicing contortion.

He then refocused on his body.

Because of depression, his eyes were clouded with ashes. It is undeniable that when he looked at his body, he felt a little disgusted in his heart. Perhaps it was caused by the environment, or it may be some effect of the exercises, which made him indirectly loathe the body in his body. on the body.

People are usually bewitched by the beautiful surface, so they can't separate their minds to pay attention to some small and negligible things.

That body is so beautiful that people are shocked at the first glance, so they can't pay attention to the smoothness of its lines, the reasonable distribution of the ups and downs between the muscles, the perfect proportion between the hands and the legs... these are a special law...

It is this kind of law that makes that body exude an indescribable beauty.

Hua Song is lucky.Among so many cauldrons, he is the only one who has practiced contortion so well, and has unintentionally comprehended the most important things in it.Maybe it's because of the months when the magic power broke through, the body was broken and congealed, and it's because of the hard work.

It is also said that he is lucky because, when he rejected his own body and practice, and his progress in contortion was weak, he just recovered a good mood and discovered the crucial point.

The so-called opportunity is only for a moment, it depends on whether you miss the opportunity.

-

When Hua Song pushed open the door of the quiet room and entered, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He was a little lost in thought, so he didn't realize something was wrong until he reached the center of the quiet room. When he raised his eyes, his eyes suddenly met with a pair of dark eyes in the opposite corner.

Hua Song was taken a step back by the overwhelming hostility, Bingxue's face showed a trace of surprise, he hesitated and said, "Mr. Nanfeng?"

The man whose face was half covered by the messy hair turned sideways, revealing his whole face, pale as frozen snow.

Hua Song's eyes stopped on that face for a moment, he didn't know that Mr. Nan Feng had come back and used this quiet room, so he hurriedly said: "I'm sorry to bother you, I'll leave now."

He was about to back away, but suddenly, the wooden door slammed shut, and at the same time, a hoarse voice sounded, "Hua... Ode? "

The low air pressure in the quiet room reached a critical point, Hua Song stiffened his body, watching the man in the dark red robe slowly approaching, the smell of blood gradually became stronger.

Unable to bear the overwhelming coercion, he took a few steps back suddenly, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the man in red who was still a few meters away just now saw him back, sharp anger flashed through his dark eyes, and for a split second Just approaching Hua Song, clamped his neck with both hands, and hit the wall with a "bang".

Hua Song was so painful that he almost held his breath, his neck became red and swollen quickly, he bit his tongue, opened his eyes, and said intermittently: "Young Master Nanfeng...you... calm down...cough..."

He couldn't breathe gradually, and his eyelids fell limply, like a dying swan.

The man in red couldn't see those peaceful eyes, his face was startled, and once the anger that didn't know where it came from, he let go of his hands.

Hua Song fell softly against the wall, holding the ground weakly with his hands, coughing very lightly, panting weakly.

The eyes of the man in red seemed to be clearer. He glanced blankly at his hands, and then at the person lying on the ground. The light and shadow in his eyes flickered repeatedly. The torrential rain, the cruel shadows of swords, lights and swords covered the ground. The pus and blood gathered in his eyes again, and suddenly, a sharper hostility burst out in his eyes.

He squatted down with his head in his arms, clenched his hands into fists and smashed it on the head, the corner of his eye was cracked, leaving a drop of blood like blood and tears.

Hua Song coughed out a mouthful of blood, raised his eyes to look at the man who was on the verge of collapse, thinking of the violent emotions he felt a few times ago, it really wasn't his own overthinking, Mr. Nanfeng is... sick.

He also remembered that he was asked to play the piano once a day before. Is it only the sound of the piano that can be used for meditation?

Hua Song took off the bamboo flute from his waist with trembling hands, and slowly approached it to his lips.

He closed his eyes, thinking that when he first met this man's phoenix eyes, all kinds of amorous feelings were not as good as the scorching flames in his eyes, and an unruly and free music slowly flowed out.

The clear sound of the flute flowed in the room, piercing into the ear of the man in red. He paused at the moment of beating himself, but he covered his head and frowned in pain.

Hua Song's throat was injured, and the sound of the flute began to be played intermittently. The bones of his hands holding the bamboo flute turned white. Thinking of the scene where Wen Ran danced with the sword, and the person in front of him who was emotionally in danger, his head went blank and he felt a burst of pain. An inexplicable breath rose from the chest cavity, and the flute sounded smoothly again.

It wasn't until he saw the man in red raised his head and looked at him with heavy eyes, the tyranny in his eyes quietly calmed down, that Hua Song's hands softened, and the bamboo flute fell to the ground with a "slap".

In his last consciousness, he only remembered the strong smell of blood rushing towards him, and then he was hugged into a cold embrace.

-

After the owner left for more than ten days, there was no change in the originally empty and quiet bedroom. The carved door was pushed open with a "snap", and the inside of the bedroom suddenly brightened.

No matter how bright the lights are, it can't dispel the lifeless silence for a while.

The man in red squinted his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he was already approaching the imperial concubine's couch in front of the window, and the originally quiet window screen was blown up by the airflow he brought.

He put the limp person in his arms on the couch, then took a step back and looked at it for a long time.

It seemed that the strong smell of blood on his body broke his silence. He raised his sleeve and sniffed mechanically, then looked at the person on the couch, took out a small bottle from his arms, and dropped a drop of gentle and healing nectar on the flower song. On the lips, spread from between the lips.

As soon as the nectar entered the body, the whole body became better visible to the naked eye, the redness and swelling around Hua Song's neck faded, and her pale complexion gradually turned rosy.

Seeing the man in red, he put a requiem pill into his mouth.It was at this moment, the powerful force that burst out from the elixir at that moment, pressed the "heart demon" with his teeth and claws in his heart, and the hostility condensed by the resentment, unwillingness, and pain subsided a lot, and he opened his eyes. The restoration of clarity.

Mr. Nanfeng looked at the person lying quietly on the couch, and then looked down at his own mess. He pulled his red lips, and suddenly let out a short laugh.

he laughed all over