"He doesn't look like someone from the sky," said the teacher Luohu.

"you sure?"

The only one who was surprised by the emperor, with the character of Shi Wuluo, said "not like", which is basically a "no".

Shi Wu Luo nodded silently.

After a long time, Jun Changwei shook his head, "The sect head asked me to tell you, be careful in everything. He also felt that it was not just the heavens behind this incident."

Tianwaitian, Kongsang Baishi, Taiyi, Shanhaige, Wuzu...

There are already so many people participating in this on the bright side, and how many are standing behind the scenes?

Jun Changwei looked at the ebb and flow of the Cangming Sea, and after a while, remembering something, he turned his head sharply.

"Don't look for the little master today..."

Empty behind.

Shi Wu Luo has left.

Jun Changwei was silent for a moment, then slowly cupped his hands in the direction of Qinlou... Little Master, I really want to stop someone for you.

At this time, Qin Lou.

In the private room, Lu Jing was writing a poem for the beautiful dancing girl, Zuo Yuesheng was telling the girl what he had seen when he was in exile, and the monk Budu was doing a fortune-telling... It can be said that a group of demons danced wildly, and a hatred thin lamp. After drinking a pot of Zhaoli wine, he slowly picked up the second pot and continued to pour it into the white jade cup.

Luo Yi played Peacock Terrace several times, peeking at him in amazement.

This pretty boy is a good drinker.

In order to make it easier for the girls to coax more silver taels while the customers are drunk, the "Zhao Li" in Qinlou has a strong stamina. Ordinary people are so drunk that they can see the 50-year-old aunt as a fairy. As a result, the red-clothed boy drank a whole pot of wine by himself, still lying on the reclining position, not showing any appearance.

"Why did it stop?"

While peeking at it, the young man suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at him.

"continue."

Luo Yi was startled, he lowered his head in a panic and continued to play, while Qiu Bodeng continued to drink alone.

Playing and playing, Luo Yi felt a little sad.

"Peacock Terrace" is a song composed by Yan Weiyu, a famous violinist who built Qinlou in the past.

According to legend, Yan Weiyu was a childhood sweetheart with one person when she was young, and then that person abandoned her and went to the Xianmen to seek the avenue. After Yan Weiyu fell into the dust, she vowed to build the best brothel in the world, so that the gods above can only bow under the pomegranate skirt of the woman. Yan Weiyu has no roots and no talent, but she is just a mortal, but she really built such a Qinlou that makes Bafang Xianmen and Baishi Kongsang linger.

For a hundred years in her life, there are as many people who love her as those who hate her. There are also people in the Immortal Sect who are willing to share her life with her, not seeking the Dao but only wanting to join hands in this life.

Unexpectedly, Yan Weiyu didn't answer.

She was as old as a mortal, and she wrote such a song before her death.

As soon as the peacock lingered, Qing Geyun came to power.

Peacock II wandered, and the old friend came over the mountain.

Yan Weiyu is waiting for the bamboo horse from the past to come over the mountain, who is the boy waiting for?

Who would have the heart to make him wait?

Luo Yi was a little angry, and his subordinates accidentally plucked a wrong string, and the sound of the piano became sharp. She was startled and looked up at Qiu Bodeng in a hurry: "Master, I, I..."

Qiu Bodeng shook his head indifferently, and was about to ask her to change the tune when he heard the chime bells ringing one after another.

Lu Jing, who was writing a poem, suddenly jumped up and shouted excitedly, "Come out, the goddess is coming out." Kuchiki Zuoyuesheng, who had said before that he was not interested in goddess, also turned over, and Gulu got up, curious. The ground is about to probe out.

Lu Jing hurriedly dragged the person back and reprimanded in a low voice: "Promising, do you still have any grace?"

Zuo Yuesheng stared, and was about to complain.

Lu Jing hurriedly explained to him that picking up customers on this day is not called picking up customers, it is called "Qinwei's Covenant", just like in the ancient song, men and women are walking on the moss beside the Qinhe River, only when they are in love can they travel together. . Sitting in the lotus pond in the Tiannv Qinlou,

The young masters recited poems, sang songs and played the qin, whoever moved the goddess, and after the "Twelve Questions of Suhua" by the goddess, the goddess sent a child to give him the white peony... er, it may also be her.

"All in all, this is elegance." Lu Jing emphasized repeatedly, "If anyone makes a fool of himself here, he will be laughed at by the twelve continents the next day. Be careful."

Zuo Yuesheng originally wanted to say, jokes are just jokes, and there are not one or two **** things that buddy has done these years.

However, when he glanced at the girls who looked at him with admiration and tenderness, he suddenly understood the deeper meaning of "joke" - this was not just a matter of being laughed at once or twice, it was a matter of finding a wife in the future.

He coughed twice, trying to shrink his belly.

While speaking, there were already maids in white to send Su Xuan Zihao one by one.

Lu Jing looked down and saw that the white marble platform in Hechi really had a slender figure, he hurriedly retracted his head again, and got close to Qiu Bodeng: "Young Master Qiu, I heard that the Heavenly Maiden's 'Twelve' Q'Sometimes it's hard to answer...if I can't answer it for a while, I'll rely on you!!"

Chapter 47

Zheng——

Whether it was Luo Yi's pipa or the flute elsewhere, all the drunk guests felt that the snow-like cold had passed, and they woke up three points.

"Cold strings and broken silk and bamboo." Lu Jing praised in a low voice, "What a lonely and cold piano sound."

Accompanied by the clear and cold sound of the piano, the white marble jade platform in the lotus pond gradually rises and rises. on the lotus leaf. As soon as you play and fall, you will have the artistic conception of "holding the cold strings and listening to the drizzle", and the decadence of the wind and the moon will be washed away at once, and the whole seat of guests suddenly feels like a cool wind is blowing on the face, and the sky is light in the wind. bright.

The spring breeze is steep, and the sand in the stream is clear.