[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

One of the cold objects, Guangji Hantu, is rushing back to the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

The four of them passed by the village at the foot of the mountain, and Yun Tianhe was so hungry that he took them to find a small private shop to eat noodles.It's a very simple place, just two tables set up at the fork in the road. Four people are sitting around a table. Seeing that they are either carrying swords or wearing decent clothes, the noodle seller and the young lady don't dare to talk too much. .

Seeing that Murong Ziying's ice face was silent and she didn't order anything in front of her, Han Lingsha said, "Uncle Ziyin, we are used to your cold face and reticence, but why have you been so preoccupied since you came back? Do not eat."

Murong Ziying said: "This has nothing to do with you, Mo Duo asked."

Han Lingsha wanted to refute, but Liu Mengli stopped and laughed and said, "Uncle Ziyin has been crowned, he is a responsible man, the burden on his shoulders must be much heavier than ours."

Murong Ziying nodded slightly at her, and then turned her face away. Seeing this, Han Lingsha secretly smiled and said, "I'm shy again." This made Yun Tianhe, who had already eaten the third bowl, almost choke. Ying is easy to be shy, he feels that he will never be able to tell when Murong Ziying has ever been shy.

Murong Ziying naturally heard this, he got up suddenly, not because of Han Lingsha's teasing, he saw Yi Shui.Several people also saw not far from the road, next to the remnant wall, a young man with a sword in a green and dark green suit, in this gray tile yellow room, it is like a green tree in the desert, giving people a refreshing feeling.

Murong Ziying asked a few people to wait, and borrowed another place to talk with Yi Shui. As soon as they met, Yi Shui asked casually, "Where is the star map that the master gave you?"

The two have been friends for many years. Murong Ziying didn't think about it, and took out the half-volume "Tianxingzi" that she carried with her, but Yi Shui snatched it away. Murong Ziying immediately pinched his wrist, but Su The scroll of Juan has been turned into powder, like a handful of white sand and soft snow scattered.

Murong Ziying's eyes were full of shock and anger, her fingertips dug into flesh and blood, almost breaking Yi Shui's wrist, Yi Shui only said: "Master underestimated your opponent, this thing on you will only bring about death. "

Murong Ziying let go of him with a cold snort, and said in confusion: "He's not a repetitive person, since he's done talking, why should he bother with me?"

"Now you should know how much the master loves you." Yi Shui rubbed his wrist and said, "He doesn't want you to die."

Murong Ziying actually smiled slightly, his gentle and quiet smile was so light that it was almost undetectable, but his whole person seemed to be a little softer.Like the ripples of peach blossoms falling in spring water, it is pitiful and asks people to forgive.

How can it not be a good feeling to be loved all the time, even if there are a few teenage children with me, it seems that I have a strong support at once, no matter what I face, I will not be afraid.

Seeing him like this, Yi Shui was silent for a long time, Murong Ziying looked at him, as if expecting him to say something else.

Yi Shui lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Master wants you to open Qionghua."

These command-like words must have come from Ouyang Mingri's mouth, but Murong Ziying didn't quite understand: "What do you mean by leaving?"

Yi Shui felt that there was no need to explain, so he didn't speak.Murong Ziying asked in a daze as if falling into a cloud, "Quit from the sect?"

"No, it's impossible." Murong Ziying said decisively.

Yi Shui ignored him, and continued: "Master also asked me to remind you that the phoenix fringe he gave you is something of the sun, maybe you can use it."

"Oh." Murong Ziying finally came to her senses and nodded, "Did Your Highness say anything else?"

Yi Shui said: "Not anymore."

Murong Ziying grabbed the belt at her hand: "Then tell Your Highness for me that my Taoist name is Ziyin."

Yi Shui said: "Okay."

When the wind picked up, Yi Shui looked at the sky, turned around and left as soon as he clasped his fists together, Murong Ziying didn't go back until he was out of sight.

He took out the fringe of the zither at his waist and looked at it again in the sunlight. It was really bright red and beautiful, but it was as warm as jade. He held this god's possession in his palm and played with it, but he didn't know where to put his mind.

Ouyang will not throw away useful things at will, and even destroy the bargaining chips that have been handed over to him. What does he know?But he can't ask, he will never turn his back on his teacher.

No.30 seven times

At the end of August, at the end of the eighth month, and at the Double Ninth Festival in September, yellow flower wine in clear water and red pavilions, and new paper on incense tables for Qiuju.

Empress Wu leaned in front of the couch, and the breeze slowly brought the cool fragrance of chrysanthemums, rolled her yellow corset, and gently swayed her tassels.There are three notebooks lined up on the case, the thin paper is lifted one by one, scratched slightly, it seems to be laughing and complaining, it is full of Wenxiu handwriting, and there are words of lamentation.

"You think, who can bear this matter?" After a long silence, Empress Wu asked.

There was a pause between the fingertips wrapped around the gold thread, and Ouyang raised his eyes tomorrow: "Since Her Royal Highness has come to our mansion, why do you want to ask?"

Empress Wu snorted, unable to detect any emotion, she just said, "Then order you, Ouyang, to come and investigate the assassination case of Jiangnan Dao Dudu tomorrow."

"Follow your orders." Ouyang Mingri stood upright, lowered his head slightly, and asked again, "However, this memorial is all about corruption, perversion of the law, selfishness, and unscrupulous evil deeds. What?"

Empress Wu seemed annoyed: "Ouyang Aiqing is so clever, how could she not know why?"

Ouyang Mingri looked straight at her, and said in frustration: "I don't know."

Empress Wu was stunned, and with a sneer, she became interested, but she walked away with her sleeves folded.

In October of the first year of Yongchun, Ouyang Mingri was ordered to thoroughly investigate the assassination case of the governor of Jiangnan Road, but he did not appoint anyone to accompany him, let alone give him any extra-job rights.

Ouyang Mingri didn't think it was a ridiculous thing, he was the only one involved from the beginning to the end.He wanted to investigate his father and find out an unforgivable crime from this assassination. Empress Wu made a pretense to push his family into the pit, but he didn't mind the result.

One day, walking outside a bamboo grove, there is a brook winding deep like a silver satin. Ouyang Mingri rises up and plays the qin by the brook.

Pointing to the strings of the zither, he is more familiar than his lover. Ouyang Mingri feels delighted when he touches it. This is his pure yang qin, but after all, it is not Feng Lai who has been integrated into his body and soul. Looking at the phoenix bird pattern on the surface, And always feel sad.Pleasure and hurt finally turned into a light sigh.

The fish scattered in fright, someone waded in, Ouyang Mingri cut the strings and cut off the sound of the piano, and looked up.

The woman falls into the clouds and walks on the water, with flower feathers and crowns, green gauze clothes, beads and hairpins, jade talismans, gods and fairies.She was beautiful and elegant to the point of extreme vulgarity, but there seemed to be needles embedded in her beautiful eyes, she seemed insane and crazy, and it made people hurt to look at her.

She reported a broken scroll, a phoenix embroidered on yellow silk, with broken wings and feathers. It was something Ouyang Mingri was very familiar with.

Ouyang Tomorrow seems to have fallen into a long memory, his lips trembled slightly, and he said in a shy voice: "Ji Pu Le..."

Although Prince Changqin doesn't like it, he is the god of music in the end. He is in charge of the Yuefu affairs in the heavenly world.

Ji Hongyi was the most and only person he could use after falling into the human world, but he would never use her unless he could.It's not that Ji Hongyi doesn't like this Shangguan, but she likes it too much. She is infatuated with Prince Changqin's qin music, so infatuated that even Prince Changqin can't bear it. All she cares about is the music under Prince Changqin's finger.

"How could Shangqing think of me?" Ji Hongyi said angrily, wading over from the stream, "I haven't played Shangqing's piano for several years, I am going crazy! How dare they burn Shangqing's music score, I am My heart aches, it's just that the lower officials are incompetent and only snatched these out, so please ask Shang Qing to fix them."

Ouyang rubbed his forehead tomorrow, he knew it would be like this, the price for Ji Hongyi to do things for him was not easy.

The woman wanted to go forward again, but was stopped by Yi Shui, Ouyang Mingri swung him away, and said to Ji Hongyi: "You didn't memorize these scores, you only picked the scores that Bengong was appointed as the God of Music, because in Bengong's palm After Yuefu, you will remember all the songs."

Ji Hongyi didn't say a word, but came up and piled up the remnants of music in her arms in front of Ouyang Mingri, holding the piano case with both hands and staring at him, she had the desolation of the heavens on her body, but it couldn't cover her enthusiasm.

"I will complete the score and give it to you." Ouyang Ming ordered Yi Shui to clean up the piano case, twisted the crown tassel, and asked with a smile, "What else did Ji Pule bring?"

Ji Hongyi smiled, tapped his fingertips on the corner of his lips, and said like a child asking for credit: "The lower officials have found the whereabouts of some Feng Laiqin remnants, and they are in Nanzhao Kingdom."

Ouyang Mingri only nodded when he heard the words, and didn't want to keep her anymore, but before he could say anything, Ji Hongyi asked him to play a song first, so as to relieve her pain of missing the sound of the piano.

How could it not be.Let go of the strings under your fingers, the vibrato seems to be faint, and then the waves roll and the flying stones startle up, and the shallow water of the flowing stream is extremely soft.

Ji Hongyi raised his hand to suppress the sound of the piano, his voice trembling with annoyance: "Shangqing is so careless, and completes it as a task, there is no aura at all."

"You are presumptuous!" Yi Shui's sword had already pointed at the woman's throat, and a ray of bright red was drawn down, but Ji Hongyi still looked at him disdainfully.

Ouyang Mingri clenched his hands tightly until his knuckles creaked, his blood faded away, and then he let go suddenly, gently pinched Yi Shui's sword, and slowly moved it away.

The lyre strings hold the sun and the moon, and the five tones transform into the phoenix cry.

Half a month later, when I arrived at Jiangnan Daozhou Prefecture, the battle started.Cars and sedan chairs are covered with golden tassels, maidservants wear colorful clothes and weave clouds, and ceremonial knives and brocade clothes are intimidating.

Ouyang Feiying and his wife waited for their son to return home. His face was gloomy and cold. Ten meters away made people feel cold. Zhang Qingzhu was a few steps away from him, with tears in his eyes, he just looked around.

Ouyang sat on the sedan chair tomorrow, followed the steps of the sedan chair bearer, and looked at the blue tiles of the Zhumen from a distance. The strong sunlight lit up the golden light on the glazed glass, making people have to squint their eyes. The clothes are even more dazzling, so high above, overlooking the world.

After getting off the sedan chair in front of the mansion, Ouyang Mingri did not move at all. Seeing Ouyang Feiying bowing in front of him, his unwilling stiffness made him hook