Ye Xiaochuan couldn't understand why when he mentioned Yun Qiyou, these guys looked at him with big eyes and small eyes. He thought that Guoya's eight years of isolation from the world had created his legendary life, but there was also a huge problem.
The disadvantage is that since he spends most of his time with a greedy fat bird and rarely interacts with other people, this guy's relationship is still at an ignorant stage of development. The love between men and women is, to him,
, is just a scene from the erotic book played out between the virtuous couple Zhao Wuji and Chang Xiaoman who live in the next room.
He actually had a good impression of Yun Qiyou. He was also very disappointed after not seeing Yun Qiyou in these years. When he heard that Yun Qiyou had returned to the mountain, he tried his best to get Du Chun's Eight Treasures Ruyi Exquisite Hairpin as a meeting gift.
give her.
It's just that he doesn't know what he wants.
The gossip about the affair between Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou had been spread privately among the disciples of the Cangyun Sect ten years ago, especially since Yun Qiyou gave up the Duantian Cliff Fighting Competition ten years ago in order to save Ye Xiaochuan.
It makes the relationship between these two people even more ambiguous and confusing.
It’s just that these are all speculations. After all, there is no detailed evidence to prove that there is an affair between these two people. Except for a few female disciples of Yuanshui Xiaozhu, everyone else does not believe it. They are cold and aloof and never take men in the world seriously.
In her eyes, Fairy Ling Bing has real feelings for a boy who is still young and knows how to do bad things all day long.
This is related to the reputation of the two most outstanding young men and women in the Cangyun Sect. Over the years, the disciples of the Cangyun Sect have rarely talked about it in private. Some idiots spread gossip in private. After being discovered by the elders of the sect, they slapped them with a few slaps.
That's also honest.
Zao Wou-Ki is an upright elm boy. Tonight's joyful Beggar's Chicken bonfire party reminds him of that time ten years ago by the Goddess Lake. There were many people in attendance. At that time, Ye Xiaochuan played music and the clouds begged to play the piano.
, everyone sang and laughed at the mortal world, and the young man’s journey in the world is still unforgettable.
Now, only ten years have passed, when everyone gathers together again, there is less freedom and happiness, and more maturity. The feeling that things are different and people are different arises spontaneously, and I can't help but sigh.
"Isn't it just playing the piano? Who can't!"
Bailiyuan pulled out a guqin from her storage bag. Xiaochi also raised his hand to join in and took out a pipa.
Ye Xiaochuan was surprised. Do these two crazy women also understand the elegant art of music?
Everyone became happy again, singing and dancing were inevitable. Ye Xiaochuan played the flute, Baili Yuan played the piano, and Xiao Chi played the pipa. The sound of strings and bamboos suddenly sounded, but Baili Yuan's piano skills were obviously inferior to Yun Qiyou's.
It seems that Xiaochi has just learned the pipa. Ye Xiaochuan is not as free and easy as when he cooperated with Yun Qiyou. He has to follow the guidance of these two idiot women, which is very painful.
The road to rivers and lakes is filled with thousands of rivers and mountains.
All in all, he is astonishingly talented.
A life of wandering, but a lifetime of heroic fame.
He is full of courage and kills dragons in the river.
The sword energy soared into the sky, and shooting eagles among the clouds shamed the heroes.
At the head of the small bridge, leaning under the willow tree.
But when I saw red sleeves in the building, I waved away my grudges and just wanted to be friends with each other sincerely...
A song about a knight's journey, a song about laughing at the mortal world, a song about a young man's journey through rivers and lakes, and a song about the soul of heaven and earth were performed impassionedly by these knights and fairies, and the free and easy, free and carefree cultivators were vividly displayed by them.
Dare to sit upright in the sky, dare to fight against the demonic dragon in the sky, wipe out injustice with one sword, let me do whatever I want between heaven and earth.
This is the true cultivator.
The lonely white figure stands at the top of the forest in the valley. The happiness below does not belong to her. She will always be so lonely and out of place.
Yun Qiyou left quietly and unknowingly arrived at the ancestral hall at the back of Samsara Peak. The moon was far away tonight and there was no fog. From a distance, he could see the light emitted from the two large lanterns in front of the ancestral hall.
In the white light, she slowed down a bit, and finally walked over.
The door of the ancestral hall is closed because the wind is strong at night in the mountains, and many candles are lit in the ancestral hall. If the doors and windows are not closed, the night wind will blow out these candles.
Yun Qiyou pushed open the door of the ancestral hall, and a gust of night wind blew in. The flames of countless candles in the ancestral hall began to tilt, but in the end, none of them was extinguished.
The old man is still there. This old man seems to always live at his own pace. During the day, he holds a broom in his hand and sweeps the fallen leaves at the entrance of the ancestral hall. At night, he is slowly carving a piece of spiritual tablet. He is already very old.
However, the sharp knife between his fingers never trembled.
Yun Qiyou was in a bad mood. After offering three sticks of incense to all the ancestors, he suddenly said: "Is your name Jiang Shuiyou?"
The old man raised his eyes and looked at Yun Qiyou. He didn't answer, but asked, "Do you know Xuan Ying?"
When Xuan Ying came seven years ago, the old man told her his name. No one knew it except Xuan Ying. Since Yun Qiyou said the three words "Jiang Shuiyou", she must know Xuan Ying, which made the old man a little confused.
Accident.
Yun Qiyou nodded and said, "Yes, I know Xuan Ying. She told me to be careful about you."
The old man said: "Why? I have no enmity with her. Why did she tell you to be wary of me?"
Yun Qiyou said: "Because she can't see through you, and I can't see through you either. A few days ago, I looked through the list of all the disciples of Cangyun Sect who have received iron medals in the past 800 years. There is no name like Jiang Shuiyou. With you,
With so much experience and experience, it is unlikely that he is just a servant without an identity card."
The old man seemed to smile and said: "I am indeed just a servant who is not qualified to have an identity card."
Yun Qiyou shook his head and said: "I asked my master about you. She said that when she was young, there was an old man guarding the ancestral hall. It has been hundreds of years. My master is old, and the old man guarding the ancestral hall
Still an old man."
The old man said: "Miss Ruan is indeed old. I remember the first time I met Miss Ruan about four hundred years ago. She was a very lively little girl. It's a pity that her evil obstacles are too heavy and it is difficult for her to practice Taoism."
She has achieved success. I tried to persuade her to be more open-minded about everything, but she probably hasn’t listened to me yet. If she had listened to me, it would have been possible for her to achieve the world of heaven and earth. A stubborn and proud little girl, how could it be possible?
Hundreds of years have not smoothed her edges. Her cultivation is not very good, but her vision is good, and the few female disciples she has accepted seem to be good."
Yun Qiyou's face condensed and he said, "How long have you lived? Why hasn't there been any record of you in the Cangyun Sect for eight hundred years?"
The old man said mysteriously: "Eight hundred years? If I told you that I lived more than eight thousand years, would you believe it?"
Yun Qiyou shook his head and said: "Impossible. Human cultivators have never lived past eight hundred years. You are not a zombie like Xuan Ying who practices necromancy. I can feel your heartbeat. You are a human being.
