Tiantan six

"Isn't it good to be a demon?"

Xiaotan stood up, not a single drop of the rain falling beside her, snow-white brilliance floated up from her long white dress, she turned her head gracefully, the long hair on her slender neck moved slightly, black hair and snowy muscles, Youyou's eyes are shining brightly, it's really easy to see the dust.

Feng Lang took two steps back, shook his clean face folding fan aside and said, "We'll talk about this issue another day, I'll be leaving first."

Just as he was turning around, someone grabbed his long sleeve, and Hannya beside him quickly shook his head and waved his hands to show his innocence.

He slowly looked back at the woman in front of him who lowered his head by half, startled, and said without changing his face: "Chang Ji? Why didn't I see you just now? My sister looks tired, is she busy with something? Hurry up!" Go, brother, I won't delay you."

Banruo Xiaotan murmured together, suppressed their voices, and chuckled from time to time.

"Brother watched the good show for a long time, but he was able to pretend. It seems that you have been living a very happy life recently!"

"Ha! Have you forgotten that I took care of two tiger monsters for you last time? That cultivation is not for bragging, one is worth two of these snake monsters, and it took most of my cultivation."

Feng Lang then covered his chest, with a pained look on his face: "Brother loves you so much, he doesn't want to tell you, for fear that you will feel bad, I want to go back to recuperate, you don't have to worry, let alone send me off."

"You can really pretend! Pretend! Keep pretending!"

"Cough... Sister, you see that Yunsu God of War wants to cultivate your ability to fight alone, how can we intervene, isn't it true that you have already won, and why do you care about these things?"

"Oh, that's what the master means, okay, okay."

Seeing Chang Ji let go, Feng Lang secretly heaved a sigh of relief, stretched out his sleeves and continued to coax: "Go back and return to your command, Yunsu God of War will definitely praise you for your quick work."

"Well. Goodbye brother, goodbye two sisters."

The three of them nodded and sent Chang Ji away pretending to be affectionate.

After a while, Banruo seemed to think of something and said: "Ah! No, Changji's last move was not hers. Someone helped her, and it happened to follow her strength to hit the snake with one blow."

"That is!"

Feng Lang closed the folding fan and explained: "God of War helped Changji to solve the matter so quickly. She is not cultivated enough, and she is careless in dealing with things, so she is easy to suffer. Fortunately, she has a master to protect her."

Banruo nodded: "It is always good to have a master. Recently, I heard from Luanhuang that the soul of the ancient God of War has been found?"

"I found them all, but I haven't collected them yet. In the future, I need to find the best carrier to help the master practice well and return to his position as soon as possible."

Xiaotan sighed softly: "You have worked hard for these tens of billions of years. When he comes to the world to practice, he will follow the natural order. Some things are best watched, and you don't want to meddle easily."

Banruo glanced at the corpse of the snake demon and said: "Well, now that the world is full of desires and evil thoughts, it seems that it will not be possible to return after tens of millions of years."

"No matter what, I can afford to wait."

Feng Lang put his hands behind his back and smiled, the calm look made Banruo Xiaotan's heart sink.

Everyone in the world knows that there is an immortal named Feng Lang, the second highness of the dragon clan, with pure blood, a golden dragon, and the possibility of succeeding the throne, but for the god of war who has lost his soul, he has been obsessed alone for tens of billions of years. Never returned.

He has a good skin and excellent literary talent, but after the death of his master, he has been in a state of embarrassment for tens of billions of years. Recently, he looks more energetic, but he is not as vigorous as before.

"Time is like water

Turn around the beams and fields

Mingming death life death degree

All living beings are as happy as a tree

One season is booming and one season is losing

fall in the south of the sky and disappear in the north of the earth

Floating east without roots, scattered in the west without limit

You should encourage yourself and don’t ask about the way back.”

A new song came from Xuanwangcheng from nowhere. The woman’s voice was ethereal and pure. Her unmodified voice was somewhat hoarse. It was like the wind blowing through thousands of mountains and snow. The lingering love and hate between men and women, only the regret of passing away with the passage of time, makes people feel cherished.

Feng Lang passed through the crowd who heard the sound, and arrived under a beautifully decorated pavilion.

Red lacquer carved wood, full of flowers.

There is a clear spring gushing in the hall, and golden and red fish swim in it. In the attic, the ingenuity is soaring to the sun, and a pool is planted with stalks under the sun.

The seven-storey building is alone in the world, beautiful and unparalleled.

This is the land of fireworks, which has a great reputation among countries, and it can be called the world's four most beautiful songs, dances and music.

There is a very coquettish foreign woman with deep eyes and high nose, green eyes as dazzling as gems, and a slender and graceful body good at dancing.

There is a very beautiful foreign woman, with light eyebrows, and her lips are only dyed with vermilion rouge, which makes people unforgettable. She sings elegant lyrics, which can attract dragons and phoenixes to look back.

Indeed, His Highness the Second Highness of the Dragon Clan is a frequent visitor here, he lost his three-point appearance and walked into the pavilion, still attracting attention, marveling that this person should only exist in the sky.

"Miss Zhaoyue's singing voice is really rare, she can sing simple words so touchingly." Feng Lang closed the paper fan, lightly lifted the bead curtain and walked in.

The woman in front of the window turned around, made a cup of high-quality Yuxuechun tea with her own hands, and handed it to the visitor.

He took it, lowered his head and sniffed lightly, and his smile warmed up: "The girl wanted to write a lyrics and compose the music last time, but I thought about it for several months and it didn't meet my expectations. Today, I heard a new song. It seems that the girl has found someone." .”

Zhaoyue stroked the broken hair on his forehead, and said with a smile: "I know that Mr. Yunque is busy, and it is difficult to see him for several months. Fortunately, Mr. Yan Yu came recently. Although his literary talent is not very good, I think it is very good." .”

"Yan Yu?"

He was stunned for a moment and put down the teacup in his hand. There can't be so many coincidences in the world, right?He used to travel around the world under the alias of Luanhuang, he was Yunque, and she was Yan Yu.

You have to be more careful in your actions, yes or no, he doesn't even want to meet this person.

"Miss Zhaoyue is very good at tea, but I have something to do today, so I can't have a good time with the girl, sorry."

When Feng Lang was about to leave, a luxurious purple dress and a familiar fragrance wafted from the door.

There was a thunderous drum in his heart, God!It is Luanhuang!

"I heard about Mr. Yunque's name earlier, and I'm lucky enough to finally meet him today. You won't be disrespectful, sir?"

The Purple Feather Treasure Fan waved lightly, and the surrounding fragrance became more intense. The man in front of him had drawn sword eyebrows, and the daughter's face looked heroic and dignified. Feng Lang felt terrible with the half-smile in her eyes.

He pretended that he had just met him, stepped forward in surprise, and said, "Mr. Yan Yu has such a temperament that is rare in the world. The words you wrote have been sung throughout the entire Wangcheng. I have heard of your name early in the morning, and I invite you to sit down and sit down." Talk for a moment."

The smile on Luanhuang's face deepened, she pulled his sleeves and sat down and said, "How can a short talk be enough? Brother and I hit it off right away, we hate seeing each other later, we should have a long talk all night to increase our friendship."

"..."

His face froze, he couldn't hide from the left and right, so let's just babble, he's risking his life.

"Then it will be hard for Miss Zhaoyue to serve you."

Zhaoyue always felt that the atmosphere between the two was not right, but she couldn't see anything, so she gently made a cup of hot tea and handed it to Young Master Yan Yu: "To see two unparalleled talents sitting together and chatting, is a concubine who lives three lives. Fortunately, my concubine didn't work hard."

Luanhuang shook the feather fan in her hand, pushed her long hair back, and said with a smile: "Young lady's words are really nice, please sing the song just now again."

Zhaoyue nodded, sat in front of the piano, tried the tone, and began to sing.

With a subtle voice, and the melodious sound of the zither falling on Feng Lang's heart like continuous spring rain, he suddenly felt a little relieved, and calmly called the maid to serve five jars of strong wine.

Luanhuang narrowed his eyes slightly, stopped his movements and said, "Brother, do you want to drink to your heart's content?"

He opened a jar of wine, smelled the sweet smell of wine, and boldly said: "I have been drunk alone for several years, today at least I have someone to accompany me, I will be drunk to the end, and I am worthy of meeting."

Luanhuang put down her fan and sighed: "If you can afford to put it down every year, and have an open mind, how can you be alone?"

"That's what only smart people can do. A layman like me deserves the crime of dying."

He filled the wine glasses for the two of them, and served first as a respect.

"Brother!"

In a moment of excitement, Luanhuang forgot that Miss Zhaoyue was by her side, and a loud cry frightened Miss Zhaoyue to stop her voice.

She apologized to Zhaoyue for drinking, then turned her head and said in a calm tone: "Life and death have always existed since ancient times. There are those who are in ecstasy, and there are also those who face it calmly. My brother is a proud son of heaven. He will become a great weapon in the future. Why do you feel inferior and sad? Obsessed with wine?"

"Crazy?"

Holding the wine glass, Feng Lang laughed suddenly, his eyes turned red instantly: "Actually, I have always understood what I am doing, there is only what I am willing to do in the world, and there is nothing to confuse me."

"Brother, do you really think that the authorities are self-defeating? Or are you too proud? You have seen the world for a long time, and people still think that they are smart. Isn't it because of their own cleverness?"

Luanhuang poured the wine, and her face became more and more calm like water.

He drank the wine in his glass and filled it with the jug: "I remember someone once told me that if there are too many stupid people, the smart people will also look stupid and stupid. How can there be real wisdom in the world? Isn't it all a comparison? If I were cleared up by the authorities, I wouldn’t be what I am today. If I were too proud, I would have gone back and shouldered the burden of the whole family. It’s because I am too stubborn to let go, and what I want to do is not recognized by everyone. I just look forward to getting together with my master and talking about reasoning. But such a vast world can pity all living beings and the world, but it will not pity me, and I can only accomplish what I want by myself."

She asked tremblingly, "Are you still refusing to turn back?"

"You have an exquisite heart with seven orifices, but you still can't figure out the truth that it's hard to get back when you're overwhelmed, and it's hard to get back if you break a mirror? If you can go back on your choice and start over again, then people in this world will have no regrets, and they will spoil this sacrificed world to their heart's content."

Feng Lang's red and blurred eyes suddenly looked at her fixedly and said: "I never think that I am wrong, how many people say that I am persistent, that I did wrong, have you really thought about it, this is the only thing I have in life. Wish, one day this hope is gone, do you think I can still live?"

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In these chapters, Luanhuang and Fenglang had a night of drinking and confiding, but Fenglang's resentment was too strong, which hurt Luanhuang.