Immortal couple

"Fairy, please."

Guided by the servant boy, Wu Zhuji and Mei Aoshuang arrived at the third floor attic. The aisle was lit with glittering demon lights. On both sides were beautifully carved rooms. On the side is the VIP tea seat facing inward, surrounded by a circular canvas in the middle, each VIP seat can see a corner of the picture on the canvas, with different decorations, forming a unique scene, this design can be described as ingenious and lofty.

Compared with the Lock and Key Chenxiang Pavilion, there is a finely designed rhyme here, and Mei Aoshuang actually has the desire to calm down and have a drink here, but the entire attic is already full of guests, which seems a bit chaotic.

The appearance of the two of them caused the listeners on the left and right to talk about it. The cloud pattern of Xianyue's logo and the attire of the monks of the Xian family, even at a glance, are very abrupt in this Yaoqin residence.

Everyone knows that the owner of Yaoqinju, Mr. You Ye, hates the monks of Xianmen the most. Since the establishment of Yaoqinju, no monk has escaped except the owner of the Palace of Worry-free Palace (Yun Bulai). You Ye's calculations.

The corridor is in the shape of a circle, with no end in sight. It is matched with gallery paintings of one scene at a time, and there are many calligraphy treasures of literati and elegant guests. Exterior feeling is a poetic experience in seconds.

Looking at these calligraphy and paintings, Mei Aoshuang recalled deeply, the appearance of Wu Tudou dyeing the ink and lying sound asleep on the Arhat's bed. That day...he wrote a pair of vigorous cursive script, which was more extraordinary than the ink pen in front of him. Thinking of this point, Mei Aoshuang's stippling pupils, concentrating on superficial thoughts, glanced at Wu Shizhu, is he really stupid? To be able to write such words is a flourishing talent, why? Huayan Palace did not mention it, as if no one knew about his shining point, is he hiding himself?

Hiding... This thought shocked Mei Aoshuang again, and the eyes she looked at Wu Zhuzhu became even deeper.

Wu Zhuzhu, who noticed his gaze, had a half-smile: "Senior brother, you look at me so affectionately, my little heart can't take it anymore." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab Mei Aoshuang's hand.

As soon as she touched the string of pearls of Xue Chenxiang, Mei Aoshuang threw it away coldly, and reacted like an electric shock: "Don't touch me."

"Eh..." Wu Zhuzhu stared blankly at his flustered figure walking forward, and smiled triumphantly: "It's not a joke."

Walking to a VIP room in Zhengnan, before the waiter could open the door, Wu Tutu pushed the door open and went in first.Mei Aoshuang followed suit, the earring on his left ear was glistening red, he had activated the Xianyang reincarnation technique since he entered the door, this is a war anytime, anywhere, he needs to find out the whereabouts of Ye Huan and the three of them, find out Or the source of mind tricks.

The servant boy who led the way backed out, and another boy who looked like a young boy came in again, carrying an exquisite stacked box, and bowed quietly in front of the two of them: "Hi, my name is Nanju. The tea-making waiter in the VIP room, I am honored to make tea for you two."

Hearing making tea, Wu Zhuang's eyes widened, and he said with a smile, "Cooking tea? My family's head brother grew up drinking tea, and his mouth is very tight. If your craftsmanship is not good, he will be angry. Maybe it will freeze you into a sliver of ice."

Nanju retreated respectfully, and saluted Mei Aoshuang: "If immortals don't like bad tea in the world, Nanju will withdraw."

Mei Aoshuang stared at the three-tier stacked box in his hand, smelled the faint tea fragrance on his body, and became slightly interested: "It's okay, you can cook it."

"Yes." Nanju put down the stacked boxes, and arranged the tea sets in strict order on the tea table in the center of the room. Her fingers were clean and flexible, and her sleeves did not touch the table. The skill of the tea ceremony is evident.

"Little brother, this skill at making tea is not bad, but my brother who is the head of the family is better than you." Wu tried to raise his eyebrows triumphantly, sat on the futon crookedly, and stretched his neck to look at Mei Aoshuang who was opposite him, exerting all his strength. Blinking, as if engraved on the forehead, I only have you in my eyes.

Nanju lowered her head and laughed along with her: "Market skills, of course they can't compare to those of immortals."

Mei Aoshuang ignored Wu Yuzhu's burning gaze, and only looked at a guqin painted on black silk cloth in front of her, with an incense burner lit next to it, and the clouds and smoke became silk.

"Brother Sect Leader... why are you ignoring me? Such a good environment, let's talk about life!" Wu tried to walk on his buttocks, moving towards Mei Aoshuang step by step.

In the face of this common man, one needs to calm down, no matter how Wu tries to jump a tree like a monkey, he will remain motionless, as cold as a glacier.

"Palace Master Yun, please come inside!"

Accompanied by the voice of the servant boy leading the way, a guest entered the VIP room next door.

The VIP room is actually a listening room built around the railings of the building. There is no wall between the two rooms, and they are separated by carved screens. There are curtains and mats hanging on them. If the curtains are not closed, guests on the left and right will be seen. .

When the man wearing a gauze hat, top-quality purple fox fur around his neck, and a large lavender dress entered the next door, he could see it clearly.

Seeing that this person was dressed up as a noble person, the word 'purple hair' suddenly jumped into her mind, Mei Aoshuang actually smiled unbearably, and shrugged her sleeves embarrassingly to block the corners of her mouth.

"Wow, Purple Hair!!"

Wu Shizhu's shout made the servants leave with a flustered smile, while Nanju who was making tea didn't dare to laugh if he wanted to. He knew very well that the Mistress of Wuyou Palace, who was courteous even to You Ye, was a fearsome character.

Hearing this address, Yun Bulai took two steps towards this side, paused for a moment, turned around and sat down on the couch beside him, even through the veil, he could feel a probing gaze, he rubbed his waist A jade chess piece engraved with the word "Shi" falls between the two. Its leisurely posture exudes a sense of oppression.

Sansou Palace is one of the four major families. Yun Bulai's grandfather, Yun Wuyou, was also one of the heroes who fought against Xue Ze, but after the war, he suddenly became indifferent to the world, and even alienated from Xianyue, but for some unknown reason.

Even so, Mei Aoshuang got up and bowed towards Yunbulai: "Xianyue Mei Aoshuang has met Palace Master Yun."

Yun Bulai didn't return the courtesy, his eyes under the veil were only staring at the snow aloes on his wrist, between the snow-white aloes, there was a touch of red sand.

"Love cinnabar?" His tone was mocking, and he turned his head slightly towards Wu Shizhu with the gauze hat on: "You are Han Lingzi's Taoist partner?"

Wu Jizhu nodded hurriedly: "It's me or me, Zimao, you're very smart."

Yun Bulai wasn't annoyed by ordinary people for the grotesqueness of Wu Zhizhi, he just smiled lightly: "Mei Yuefeng...is Mei Yuefeng after all, it's unfortunate to have such a master."

"Please don't talk about the teacher." Mei Aoshuang's words were threatening.

Wu tried to chime in and said, "That's right, Zimao, don't talk about our head, my senior brother will be angry, and if he gets angry, I will be domestically abused."

"Then listen to the music."

Yun Bulai recited it, holding a chess piece in his hand, playing with it interestingly, growing up in Sanssouci Palace since he was a child, this is the first time someone called him 'Purple Hair' so carelessly, this famous Han Ling Zi is really not picky, such a disciple with weak spiritual power and no foundation also accepts his companions, it seems that he is really obedient to Mei Yuefeng.

Mei Aoshuang didn't know what emotion she was in. He sat back and looked at the painting on the silk again. He felt that Sanssouci Palace's alienation from Xianyue was indeed deliberate. A family of hermit cultivators is also strange to say the least.

A few loud sounds of the piano attracted everyone's attention.

Inside the huge circular silk painting, a guqin and a figure are slowly flying. Each VIP room can see the silhouette of Young Master You Ye holding the piano through the silk cloth, and the painting in front of each room. Cooperating to form a dreamland, a sound of the piano brought everyone's thoughts into the dust-free world.

You Ye stood in the center of the canvas, with the guqin lying in front of him. He waved his hand and cast a spell, lit a candle of red sandalwood incense in the air, then turned his hand back to adjust his clothes, and played in front of the piano with his legs crossed.

Music halls in the local area often have to announce the curtain when listening to music, indicating elegance and tranquility. In Yaoqinju, there is no need for this procedure at all.

A piece of "Ling Zhong San", the clear sound of the piano, the melodious rhyme, shuttles smoothly between the huge canvas... It spreads to every listening room, and the constant discussions and whispers just now disappear in an instant, and the tall and wide Yaoqin There is only this sublime piano sound, which is ups and downs.

This is a piano piece that Mei Aoshuang has never heard before.

In the short beginning of the song, the exclamatory bass elicits a feeling of resentment and sadness, and the sound of the piano is slow and low, showing the effect of nostalgia and contemplation.The mood of the main tune is in stark contrast to the previous section, with the violent "pricking" technique, the continuous and rapid playing of the imposing music, the fighting atmosphere of desperate fighting, forming a powerful climax.Then, the colorful overtones lead into the magnificent and heroic double-voice tune, showing the spirit of "Buddha's generosity" and fearlessness.Finally, it turns to the "random sound" part which is the end of the music. It is enthusiastic and jubilant, with the feeling of "stupid and happy", just like an exciting triumph played by big gongs and big drums.

This brilliant performance really made Mei Aoshuang feel a little bit of admiration, if he is not a demon, he must be someone who can make friends with him.

It's a pity... such a perfect player is a monster.

Nanju completed the final tea-making process delicately between the sounds of the piano. The teaspoon was flying over his fingers without a drop of tea stains splashing, as if the sound of the piano was helping him to mix the tea. In a literary rhyme and Huayun.

Mei Aoshuang was relieved to notice Wu Zhuji's quietness. He glanced sideways, but his ink-like eyes showed Wu Shizhu's unusually serious appearance. Even his eyes were not as relaxed as before. That face seemed to have changed into a different kind of brilliance and brilliance, even more handsome, which made Mei Aoshuang a little stunned. As the sound of the piano gradually ended, the melody turned soft and beautiful, like a beautiful long tune...

He seemed to have seen a few scenes, Wu tried to go on a lone boat in the clear water, drifting past with faint melancholy in the light water mist, and saw him holding the child and smiling innocently, like light The spring breeze is intoxicating.

How could this be?

Mei Aoshuang closed her eyes, a little flustered, just now Wu Shizhu's expression clearly resembled that thief, how could he think of his emotions, and even feel that this ordinary person... is somewhat handsome and beautiful.

"Immortal, the tea is ready." Nan Ju held a cup of tea, the tea was fragrant and elegant.

Wu tried to turn his head back, picked up the cup with big hands and feet, and poured it into his mouth. After swallowing, he showed a strange expression, staring at the circle of foam on the inner wall of the teacup in his hand, and asked: "Little brother, you didn't wash this teacup clean. Why? Why are there circles of spittle stars. Did you spit in it while we weren't paying attention?"

Nan Ju opened her mouth, surprised and annoyed, even a country gentleman knows the basics of making tea, right? Is he really a fairy?

Spit... just unreasonable.

So far, many monks from Xianmen have come to Yaoqinju to trouble Young Master You Ye, but none of them have used such a vulgar excuse.

"That's not..." Nanju himself was too embarrassed to say the word saliva, he walked to Mei Aoshuang, thinking that he was a tea person, and said: "If this fairy said the same thing as you after the evaluation, Nanju Ju apologizes to the two of you."

"Okay, you can do whatever you want, I will forgive you if the head brother agrees." Wu tried to agree, and followed along.

Forget it if you sing and do what you want, but you also need to add the word forgiveness. Is this man a cultivator who treats soup flowers like spittle and still wants to push the responsibility on others.

The nerves on Nanju's forehead were tense, but he did not argue, he held another cup of tea to Mei Aoshuang: "Please."

Then Mei Aoshuang withdrew her thoughts, avoided the eyes that Wu tried to cast, took the tea handed by Nanju, glanced at it, nodded and said: "The tea soup is not bad, it hangs on the wall for a long time."

"Tea needs to meet a gentleman before it can be fragrant." Nanju looked at Wu Shizhu contemptuously, chuckled and said again: "Good tea is useless if it is drunk in the mouth of dross."

Wu Zhuzhu was already immune to this kind of sarcasm. He walked up to Nanju and patted him on the shoulder enthusiastically: "Little brother is amazing. The senior brother who is in charge of the sect said it's good, so it's quite good. Come on, pour me some more." Let me have a cup, and I will taste it carefully."

Nan Ju reluctantly cast a glance at him, pushed his hand away, but did not refuse, and said coldly, "Wait a minute."

Crack, the teacup fell to the ground and shattered into powder, and the tea water also froze into ice cubes and shattered on the ground. Mei Aoshuang looked at Nanju with cold disgust in his eyes.

"If you think he is vulgar, don't pour him a second cup. He is not what he is, and the tea he brews is worse than chaff!"

Nanju was paralyzed by the cold air, and half knelt down, the spiritual pressure was more terrifying than any monk before, her teeth chattered irregularly in her mouth, and she didn't even utter a word.