Now Jingzhou finally understands why the former dignitaries liked to listen to music. Wu Nong's whispers are really soft to the bones, making people's hearts tremble, and their souls are intoxicated, and they can't stop listening to it.
Still resting.
What gentleman can withstand this kind of voice that is so soft to the core that it seems to melt people and remain indifferent?
"Master, do you think this song sounds good?"
Huang Rong originally wanted to sing Xin Qiji's "Ruihexian", the poem was about plum blossoms after snow, but then she remembered that the person in front of her had extraordinary literary talent, so she changed the song casually.
"This song can only be heard in heaven, and it can also be heard in the human world several times. It is naturally good to listen to."
Huang Rong smiled, with a hint of cunning on her face, and said: "In that case, my boss, are you in love with Cheng Rong'er?"
"Ahem, that's it. The young master will also sing a song for you, and then we will be even!"
After saying that, Jingzhou sang to himself: "The jade robe and long sword are worthy of the wind. The mountains and rivers are not nostalgic. There is no need to worry about writing crazy poems. It is difficult to stay in the palace of immortal Yao, and I go to the mortal world to fight for wine..."
Huang Rong snorted coldly, secretly thinking that this person is stingy!
Why is it so difficult to get some advantage from him!
Fortunately, he is still the owner of the inn’s flower building!
"Cheapskate! Scrooge!"
Huang Rong didn't have time to think too much, her mind was immediately attracted by the piece of music.
Although this piece of music sounds a bit strange to Huang Rong, it has a different kind of beauty.
"My boss sings about himself, with his jade robe, long sword, and splash of ink to compose poems. He is originally an immortal from heaven, but he comes to the mortal world to fight for wine." If the word "stingy" is ignored, in Huang Rong's eyes, Jingzhou is the one who comes to earth.
A man from heaven having a drinking contest in a red house.
Huang Rong hummed to herself according to the previous tune.
"Hahaha, you girl can see it!" replied Huang Rong, and Jingzhou took out several large jars from the house next to him.
"Master, what are you doing with the jar? Is it to contain snow?"
"Ahem, can't you change the word? This isn't called packing snow, it's called getting water!"
It's snowing heavily and plum blossoms are in full bloom. It's time to get water.
At this time, the snow all over the yard fell on the plum blossoms, without any dust, and with the faintest fragrance of plum blossoms.
The rootless water he used to soak honey before was made from the melted snow on plum trees.
Jing Zhou washed several large jars clean and controlled the jade bees to bring the snow from the plum blossoms into the jars little by little.
"My boss, you actually take the snow like this..."
Isn't it just to get snow? In Huang Rong's opinion, just take a bowl and put it into the jar. How can it be so troublesome!
In this world, I am afraid that the only person in front of me who can make tricks out of snow is the one in front of me!
"What a fuss, do you think the rootless water I mentioned before was a joke? To get this snow, you have to use a jade ruler, and you have to be careful not to let any debris fall in, otherwise the taste will not be beautiful. It takes too much effort to get it.
, and it’s too time-consuming, but if you use this Jade Bee, you don’t have to worry so much.”
At this time, I saw jade bees lining up in the yard one by one, holding snowflakes between their legs and putting them into the jar. If anyone was standing here, they would be shocked by the scene in front of them.
After a cup of tea, Yufeng filled a jar almost full.
Suddenly there was a burst of noise in front of me, which seemed to be mixed with curses.
Huang Rong kicked the snow on the ground, raised her head and said, "Master, there's some noise up front."
Huang Rong could hear it, and Jingzhou could certainly hear it. One of the voices belonged to Qiu Chuji.
This veteran, who cried, laughed and vomited blood yesterday, unexpectedly recovered today. Listening to the sound of his middle foot, Jing Zhou seemed to be recovering well, and his body was no worse than that of a young man.
"This Quanzhen Sect's Kung Fu is authentic to Taoism. Although it is not very powerful at the beginning, the longer you practice it, the deeper the Kung Fu becomes, and it is most nurturing."
If Jing Zhou remembers correctly, except for Tan Chuduan who was killed by Ouyang Feng and Ma Yu who died of illness, the other seven sons of Quanzhen all died of old age. Even when they reached the Divine Eagle, they were still alive and kicking.
"Would you like to check out the Xiantian Kung Fu? This is one of the top Taoist Kung Fu techniques. Qiu Chuji is an old man, but he is still jumping around for decades. It shows that the Quanzhen Sect's Taoist Kung Fu techniques are amazing."
The starting point of Xiantian Kung Fu is the Three Treasures of Heaven, the Sun, the Moon and the Stars, and the Three Treasures of Man, Essence, Qi and Shen. Its lofty intentions are far beyond comparison with other secret books. It is like the Kung Fu of the Xiaoyao Sect. It looks like martial arts training, but it also seems like cultivating immortals. There is something hidden in it.
The mystery has long gone beyond the scope of ordinary Kung Fu.
Suppressing his thoughts, Jingzhou walked forward to see who Qiu Chuji, an old man, was arguing with.
This old Taoist has a bad temper. If he breaks the tables and chairs in his inn, the Quanzhen Sect will have to pay for it with good things.
There were two groups of people standing in the inn, one was Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi, and the other was the Six Jiangnan Freaks. Guo Jing was caught in the middle, looking very embarrassed.
Ke Zhen E smashed the magic wand and said: "Hmph! Yang Kang is a villain who covets glory and wealth. His growth is inseparable from your Qiu Chuji! We made an appointment seventeen years ago to teach Guo and Yang well.
We all saw what Yang Kang's child after Jia Zhongyi looks like yesterday!"
If the six brothers hadn't gone in time yesterday, Guo Jing might have been in danger.
Ke Zhen'e was so angry that he came to look for Guo Jing today, and when he met Qiu Chuji, he immediately burst out.
Qiu Chuji knew that Yang Kang became like this and he had nothing to do with it, but he couldn't bear it. The Jiangnan Seven Monsters pointed their noses and scolded him: "Pindao lost the bet seventeen years ago. Pindao will handle Yang Kang's matter. No matter what.
Please help the heroes to worry about it!" Qiu Chuji, the second-character hero, yelled in a very serious tone, which sounded to the Jiangnan Six Monsters as something else.
Seeing the tense situation downstairs, Zhaocai grabbed Laifu and hid. But he remembered what the young master said: "Those who open inns will inevitably encounter conflicts between rivers and lakes. If you can, hide away to avoid losing your life."
"Hey, what are you arguing about? Guo Jing, are you just standing there and watching the fun?"
Ke Zhen'e's ears moved and he heard the light footsteps, and he thought to himself: "I'm afraid this girl's skills are not bad!". Although he was blind with his moves, his ears were three points more sensitive than ordinary people, and he only heard one sentence
, and he vividly pictured Huang Rong's appearance in his mind.
He tilted his head slightly and said to Zhu Cong: "Second brother, is the girl here seventeen or eighteen years old? This girl's kung fu is probably not low. If her breathing sound is non-existent, she must have practiced her kung fu to a certain level."
"Brother, here comes a boy and a girl. They are both seventeen or eighteen years old."
"What, there's another boy?"
Zhu Cong's words made Ke Zhen feel sick. He obviously only heard the footsteps of one person. How could two people appear at this time?
If this person walked up to me and suddenly attacked, how would I react?