[Jian San + Gu Long] Put that flower and I will come!

Suddenly hearing the sound of "Zheng", there was a sound of piano on the lake. Grief and indignation are difficult to understand, and it seems that he has been bullied and insulted, and the resentment is hard to dispel.

When the sound of the zither sounded, the heaven and the earth seemed to be filled with a sense of desolation and death. The stars and the moon in the sky were all dimmed, and the scenery of the famous lake was also eclipsed by it.

Chu Liuxiang and the young monk were open-minded and upright, and they didn't feel anything after hearing it.

The other person - Zhongyuan Dianhong has a miserable life experience and is down in the rivers and lakes.

His heart is already extreme, and he is full of depression and injustice, otherwise, how could he take killing as a career and take pleasure in killing?At this moment when the sound of the zither came to his ears, he could only feel the blood rushing, and he couldn't help himself. He suddenly raised his head to the sky and screamed, and stabbed Chu Liuxiang with a backhand sword.

This sudden turning point made the little monk, who had already turned his attention away, look over.

Under the starlight, I saw only a little red and my eyes were red, and I seemed to be crazy.

The sound of the piano became more and more urgent, and so did the red sword light. It seemed that his whole body was completely controlled by the sound of the piano, and he could no longer be independent.

This piano sound...

The little monk frowned. Whether it was artistic conception or fingering, it was very similar to someone in his memory....

But that person is absolutely impossible to appear here, and the music he plays will not reveal such a crazy and desperate heartbeat!

Dianhong's crazier swordsmanship made the little monk unable to think about it any longer. If he didn't make a move, this person and Chu Liuxiang would probably die together—even if it wasn't such a tragic ending, one of them would be unhappy.

No longer thinking about who played the piano music, the little monk untied the Zijin Muyu from his waist, and began to strike seriously.

As a disciple of Su Yuluan, the qin sage of Wanhua Valley, Wan Feng's effort in melody is far higher than that of medicine and poison.

Su Yuluan, the qin sage, had an extraordinary talent in playing the qin since she was a child, but her beauty that could not protect herself could only be a disaster in the end-the alluring appearance brought her a disaster.Since the disaster, her piano sound has a power that cannot be underestimated. Sometimes it makes people immobilized for a period of time, sometimes it is deafening, and even makes you recall painful and terrible experiences and feel heartache.

As Su Yuluan's direct disciple, Wan Feng naturally has a deep understanding of this way.

Facing the maddening sound of the qin, even if there is no common qin flute in hand, only a wooden fish is enough.

After all, what she was facing at this time was not the sound of her master Su Yuluan's piano.

The rapid sword light has already woven a light curtain in front of Chu Liuxiang, and no one in the world can stop this crazy sword light.

But at this moment, the sound of wooden fish came.

The wooden fish knocked neither fast nor slow, one after another in a soothing rhythm.Although it is just the monotonous sound of wooden fish, the blank space left in it reminds people of the Sanskrit sounds and bells ringing from the Great Hall of Great Heroes in Shaolin.

The music of the qin is urgent, and the sound of the wooden fish.

Chu Liuxiang's movement slowed down - he noticed that the red sword light was slowing down, and his crazy eyes were becoming dazed.

When Dian Hong seemed to be distracted by the sound of the wooden fish, he could no longer lift his sword.

The two stopped.

Although the sound of the qin is there, it can no longer overwhelm the unhurried sound of the wooden fish, and when the sound of the wooden fish disappears, the sound of the qin can no longer affect Dianhong.

While Yidianhong lost his mind, Chu Liuxiang quickly pinched Didianhong's wrist, touched his acupoints, threw him on the shore, and said with a smile: "Although you need to suffer a little now, it is better than the ending of madness and death." !"

After speaking, he walked towards the direction where the sound of the wooden fish came from, but only found a purple gold wooden fish under a tree.

Holding the purple gold wooden fish, Chu Liuxiang thought for a moment, then suddenly turned over, jumped into the lake, and swam towards the place where the sound of the piano came from.

After he left, the trunk of the big tree where the purple gold wooden fish used to be placed shook for a while, and a little girl in a black-and-green-patterned dress and a green-and-white-patterned handkerchief jumped down from the tree, looking at the moonlight. The Daming Lake below is in a trance.

But she quickly regained her senses and flew towards the direction where the sound of the piano came from.

Emerald green energy surrounds her body, coupled with ink color energy scattered like ink, just like a person in a painting.

In the misty mist, there is actually a lone boat floating in the lake.

Sitting cross-legged on the lone boat was a young monk in a moon-white robe, playing the piano.Under the stars and the moon, he is handsome and handsome, which is rare in the world.

His whole body looked spotless, and he seemed to be hanging down from the clouds above the nine heavens. Even if Tang Monk was reborn and Xuanzang was resurrected, I'm afraid it would be nothing more than that.

Chu Liuxiang who was under the water glanced twice, frowned and smiled bitterly: "So it's him, I should have thought of it a long time ago, besides him, who else in the world can play such a piano sound... He plays the piano in the moonlight, but it's elegant, But I didn’t know it hurt me.”

He dived to the side of the boat, and then he came out and said: "Master, is there anything that can't be overcome?"

With a sound of ding dong, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped. Although the monk was also taken aback, his expression was still calm. He glanced at him with cold eyes, smiled and said: "Brother Chu, every time he sees the poor monk, do you have to fuck?" what?"

This young monk is none other than Wuhua, the famous "Wonderful Monk" all over the world. When he was boating on the sea that day, he was startled by Chu Liuxiang coming out of the water.

Chu Liuxiang smiled and was about to ask, when suddenly he heard the whistling wind, which was very familiar.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a person holding Qi Jin straight down on the small boat.

The man landed with great force, but made very little movement, the boat didn't even sway.

Chu Liuxiang looked intently, the man was petite and seemed to be only eleven or twelve years old, with a green background and white pattern embroidered handkerchief in his hair, wearing a black background and green trimmed clothes, an arm-length ink pen was pinned to his waist, and there was not much jewelry on his body. Only the South Sea pearl, the size of a pigeon's egg, on the neck glows faintly in the moonlight.

When she raised her head, her eyebrows were picturesque, her lips were like spring cherry blossoms, her skin was as white as snow, and her exquisite and beautiful appearance was enough to make people unforgettable.It is conceivable that after a few years, how many bees, waves and butterflies will be chased by that stunning beauty who has just grown up in the world.

"Wan girl?" Chu Liuxiang immediately recognized who the little girl who followed was.

As soon as the little girl Pu landed on the ground, she raised her head with a smile on her face: "It's been a long night, and I don't want to sleep, but I don't know that Xiangshuai and this... The master is here, but he is looking at the stars and the moon, enjoying the scenery of Daming Lake in Jinan, and then from Do poems and songs talk about philosophy of life?"

Under the moonlight, the little girl smiled so that her eyebrows and eyes were crooked like the moon in the sky, but Chu Liuxiang was covered in cold sweat for no reason.

It's obviously a normal question, but I always feel that if someone who doesn't pay attention to the wrong answer will be given a strange title...

After coughing a few times, Chu Liuxiang slapped the little girl on the head with a chestnut: "The adults are doing things, children are not allowed to interrupt, or I will throw you to Grandma Shui!"

The little girl immediately squatted down with her head in her arms: that's too much. Obviously, every time the brothers and sisters are bumped into by me like this, they will tell the candied haws and sweet-scented osmanthus crisps...the agreed-upon sweet-scented osmanthus crisps!

No, she didn't come to ask for sweet-scented osmanthus crisps!

The little girl whose head was short-circuited due to the lack of snacks recently came to her senses, and was about to raise her head when Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "Wuhua has seen two people before?"

The young monk was the person she had met on the street before, but she didn't think that this person was just Wuhua.

I only heard that Wuhua said: "I don't know who those two are."

Chu Liuxiang said: "The first one is the 'kill without bloodshed, a little red under the sword'."

Wu Hua frowned slightly, and suddenly sank the lyre in front of her into the water.

This speed was so fast that even the little girl didn't react.

By the time she jumped to the side of the boat, the lyre had already sunk to the bottom of the water, leaving only a few ripples scattered from where it fell into the water.

Chu Liuxiang wondered: "This piano is always more precious than my disguise mask, why did you throw it into the lake?"

Wuhua said: "You mention that person's name here, this piano is already stained with blood, and can no longer make ethereal sounds." After speaking, he washed his hands in the lake water, and took out a piece of silk as white as snow. Towel, to dry off the drops of water.

The little girl who was sitting on the side of the boat watching the water surface frowned when she heard this.

Chu Liuxiang said: "Do you think this lake is clean? Maybe there is..."

Wu Hua hurriedly interrupted his words, saying: "People can dirty water, but water is not dirty to people, it flows to and fro, its quality is dust-free."

Chu Liuxiang sighed, and said, "No wonder you want to be a monk. If a person like you doesn't become a monk, he might not be able to survive even a day in the mundane world."

The little girl's brows were furrowed even tighter, but she didn't speak. She just quietly waited for Chu Liuxiang to finish asking what he wanted to know, for example, whether or not Japanese ninjutsu had entered China in recent years.

After Chu Liuxiang got the answer, Wuhua then turned her attention to the little girl who had been watching: "If what I saw is correct, this child... should be the rumor in the world recently... the poison doctor Yu Wanfeng?"

Chu Liuxiang followed his line of sight, and saw that little girl took out a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from nowhere, and was devoting herself to eating it alone.

Chu Liuxiang smiled wryly: "Although the evidence is insufficient, I know...the person who poisoned the old gang leader Ren was definitely not Wan girl."

Suddenly hearing her name being mentioned, the little girl raised her head and looked at the two of them with blank eyes.

Wu Hua stroked his forehead: "The poor monk was only suspicious before, but now that he sees a real person... I have to wonder if it was the beggar gang who made a mistake..."

Can this kind of foodie kill Ren Ci with poison?Is this despising the logical thinking ability of the beggar gang disciples?

The little girl who was inexplicably belittled sneezed loudly.

Rubbing her nose, the little girl looked blank.

Hey, did you accidentally catch a cold?

No... I don't want to drink the bitter medicine!