"Only when Miss Wenyin plays this song, can it be deeply charming..." Tang Feng opened his eyes after listening to the performance of Wenyin and was about to sigh loudly. After all, although he had heard too many versions and performances in his previous life, he had less indescribable charm than Wenyin. He was sighing and was surprised to find that Qing'er was holding the wine jar with anger on his face, looking at the wine fairy with willow eyebrows, while the wine fairy looked at the wine jar in Qing'er's arms with red eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Qing'er hugged the wine jar tightly, ran behind Tang Feng, and stretched out his little head.

He shouted at the wine fairy in anger, "Drinking so quickly. You didn't even drink a few cups of wine from this jar of wine. You just drank it. Now you have almost half of it. This was brewed by my lady for Mr. Tang. You are so rude."

The immortal in the wine was stunned and looked at Tang Feng in surprise. He looked at him with an old face turned red. He touched his head and said embarrassedly: "I haven't tasted such a good wine for a long time. I forgot about it for a while. I only know how to drink it. Please forgive me for Mr. Tang."

"Nothing." Tang Feng waved his hand, looked at the wine jar in Qing'er's arms as the drooling eyes of the wine fairy, turned his head and said to Qing'er who was still pouting and looking unhappy, "Just give him a few glasses. I know you like it too, and the rest is all yours."

"Really?" Qing'er shouted happily: "Thank you, Mr. Tang." But immediately saw the wine fairy's eyes, and gently shook the wine jar in her arms a few times. After hearing the sound of water inside, hesitantly said: "There is really not much wine. I'm not stingy in advance, so I'll give you five cups, four cups... at most three cups."

The immortal in the wine grabbed his hair a few times, making the already messy Daoku even more messy. He looked at the wine jar with his eyes curled up and said a little annoyed: "I'll give me three glasses of wine half a jar. You girl is too greedy, forget it, three glasses are three glasses. I won't bother you, little girl."

"Yun is here to thank Mr. Tang for giving this peerless song. I am really lucky to have three lives. Wen Yin thanked me here. My friend wrote a letter to invite me the day before yesterday. Wen Yin could not refuse. Today, I used this song to say goodbye to Mr. Tang." Wen Yin's voice came out of the pavilion and continued: "Today is the happy day for me to give the famous song, and it is also the time to say goodbye. Qing'er, you can bring a few more jars of Drunken Dreams. I think this Taoist is also a wine lover. Although it is not as good as I brewed it by myself, it has a unique flavor."

"Are you leaving?" Tang Feng suddenly realized in his heart, as if something was about to be lost. He sat on the chair and drank the wine on the table, saying sadly: "It's really a waste of water that was once so difficult to make water. Apart from Wushan, I'm not clouds. After asking, where can I find the sound?"

"Once the vast sea is hard to make water, except for Wushan, it is not clouds. I didn't expect that the poems that Mr. Tang picked out were like this song. It is hard to find a soulmate. Wenyin is also deeply regretful, but in life, it is like rain blowing duckweed," Wenyin's surprised voice slowly turned to loneliness, and sighed softly and said, "How many people can truly control their own destiny?"

A few words made the atmosphere in the whole room feel depressed. After drinking a glass of wine, the immortal raised the wine glass with a look of confusion and said softly: "I used to be a waste of water, but I didn't have clouds."

Qing'er looked at Tang Feng with a complicated expression on his face. Tang Feng was a little stingy in her eyes, but she also knew that Tang Feng was a humorous and witty person, and respected her that ordinary people had never seen before. She even became a soulmate with Wen Yin. When she thought that she and the lady were about to stay away, she felt a complex and difficult-to-understand emotion in her heart. The corners of her eyes turned red and filled Tang Feng with wine, and said in a choked voice: "I'll bring wine to Mr. Tang."

The melodious and graceful voice came out from the pavilion again. Tang Feng faintly heard a hint of reluctance, loneliness, and deep complex emotions from the song. The fish in the pond seemed to sense the emotions flowing in the air music, and from the previous joy to the point of being lazy in the water.

Tang Feng knew that Wenyin was asking the way with Yin, and it must be dangerous and unpredictable on the road of cultivation. In his memory, he only had the song "Ambushes on Ten Sides" full of killing spirit. He grabbed the pen on the table and composed the song "Ambushes on Ten Sides". Looking at Qing'er who had just walked into the room with a wine jar, he said: "This time, Miss Wenyin is about to travel far, and I have no gift to you, so I can only give this song to you, and I hope you will continue to have the fate to listen to Tianyin in the future."

Qing'er, who used to be naughty and cheerful, turned into a depressed expression, took the paper with red eyes, and said gently to Tang Feng: "Young Master Tang is in love, so I thanked my lady for my wife."

"Okay, you don't want this look." Tang Feng knocked Qing'er's head and said with a smile: "I like to play very much. I think I will definitely have a chance to get together again in the future."

"Young Master Tang is right, you will definitely have a chance to meet again in the future." Qing'er's lost mood became dull. A fake smile broke out on her little face, and she blinked a few times and said in a low voice: "Young Master Tang, Qing'er has a small request. I hope that when you see Young Master Tang in the future, Mr. Tang will not knock Qing'er on the head. I heard that if you knock too much, you will become stupid. If I become stupid, then I will not be able to follow my lady in the future? Then I will not be able to see Young Master Tang in the future?"

"Okay, okay, because Qing'er wants to continue to meet again in the future, I hope Qing'er will continue to be smart in the future. I decided to hit it at the end." As soon as he finished speaking, he gently tapped her head. Looking at her angry and bulging expression, Tang Feng smiled and said, "Little girl, don't be angry, if this continues, you will easily get wrinkles and grow old. Why don't you give the song to your lady?"

"Hmph, for the sake of compiling music for my lady, I won't care about this with you." After waving my little fists a few times, Qing'er turned around and ran out of the room, took a boat, and rowed towards the pond in the center.

Seeing Qing'er gently slotting, the boat broke through the water and floated towards the pavilion, and walked into the pavilion in a few steps. Tang Feng's heart was filled with melancholy.

"Huhh..." A sound of snoring came from beside him. Tang Feng turned around and was surprised to find that the wine fairy was lying on the ground and asleep.

He shook his head with a wry smile. He was very surprised by the appearance of the immortal in the wine. He didn't know why he came here. The secret realm also included the meeting of time by chance. As soon as he saw him, he was confused from the beginning of murderous intent to the end of warning to him.

After being confused, Tang Feng could never forget that the sword would be the fierce Black Mountain Old Demon Sword that would run away in a panic. The confidence and murderous scene made Tang Feng very afraid, so Tang Feng treated this person who came without warning with caution.

"Dingling..." A few crisp and familiar sounds of the pipa came out of the pavilion. As this sound came out, it turned out to be murderous intent. After this sound, the fish in the lake jumped up from the pond in horror, splashing waves of water. After struggling for a few times, they finally turned their stomachs and floated on the water.

"What a heavy murderous aura." The sleeping immortal turned over and stood up, stared at the pavilion with sharp eyes, and a long sword appeared in his hand, and said with a strong expression: "This sound of the pipa contains a strong murderous aura, but it is not the murderous aura of ordinary people, it seems to be the murderous intent that comes from the military formation."

A red evil spirit spread out from a room, and as the evil spirit swept across, all the flowers, plants and trees dried up one after another.

"Haha... I didn't expect that the sound of the pipa actually gave me a serious sense of crisis. The energy leaked, and it looked like I was old." A cheerful and heroic voice came from a room. As the sound came out, the red evil aura quickly retracted into the room.

"However, even though such a strong murderous pipa was played in just a few sounds, it can only be done by a master who has been immersed in war for a long time and has been deeply rooted in it. I admire it very much. I hope the girl can tell who did it?" A middle-aged man in a long robe, tall and frosty face slowly walked out of the hut and looked at the pavilion with bright eyes.

The voice of the voice did not answer, but the sound of the pipa rose again. As the performance deepened, a stronger murderous aura and murderous intent scattered out of the pavilion with the sound, pushing into the distance one after another.

The murderous aura swept across the water and cut the lotus on the water into the air. After a sound, the lotus in the air was neatly divided into two halves. With the sound of the pipa, after the sound of the lotus in the air was cut into thin threads, and finally turned into powder and drifted in the air.

As the sound of the pipa was playing, the middle-aged man's expression became more and more serious, and a look of horror appeared on his face. His body took a few steps back, and a strong murderous aura emanated from his eyes. A red evil aura quickly appeared on his body. The evil aura became stronger and stronger, and finally formed a evil aura throughout his body.

"Who are you? Who did you make this song, and there was murderous intent, leaving no trace of life." As the middle-aged man roared, a long sword appeared in his hand. With a wave of his hand, a blood-red sword light several feet long cut towards the pavilion.

"Boom" the pavilion became fragmented. Wen Yin's figure in white clothes appeared in the air. Qing'er, who was surrounded by a complicated expression, did not look at the middle-aged man with a gray face below, and was still playing the pipa. After a rainbow light, the figure disappeared, and only the sound of the pipa continued to linger, continuous.
Chapter completed!