As a true daughter of the Phoenix Clan, Bing Lingtian has absolute confidence.
She isolates herself from the news and strikes first, so the demon princess cannot catch up with her.
She has been paying attention to the news about Prince Ji, and observing what kind of person Prince Ji is day and night.
She firmly believed that one day, when she was wearing a hundred phoenixes and facing a phoenix, Ji Yue would put on the Demon Queen Emperor's bracelet for her at noon.
The Demon Queen looked at Bing Lingtian, the more she liked him. Bing Lingtian was born with arrogance, but he would not be unruly and willful. On the contrary, starting from Ji Yue's little love, including the entire Demon Realm, it can be said that the whole world is a big one.
Love has no boundaries.
Thinking about this, the Demon Queen hated Ye Qingge even more.
Not knowing what he was planning for Ji Yue, he even abducted Ji Yue.
Comparing it with Binglingtian, there is simply a difference between heaven and earth, and a difference between cloud and mud.
"I look forward to your good news," the Demon Queen said.
A smile appeared on Bing Lingtian's face, and his eyes sparkled.
At this moment, in the middle of the night, Qingge was lying on the bed in the house at the foot of the southern mountain of Tiandiyuan. Her knees suddenly hurt, and she suddenly opened her eyes.
The dark night was boundless, and the sound of wind passed by my ears like weeping.
At that moment, Qingge felt suffocated and had a splitting headache.
The firebird lay on Qingge's chest and slept soundly, drooling.
For some reason, Qingge woke up in the middle of the night, sweating all over her back.
Qingge raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
While half asleep, she sensed an unprecedented danger.
Qingge looked at the internal organs, and found that the extra bones in the abdomen showed no change, and Xiao Xiaoyue in the Blood Demon Flower seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
Qingge carefully and gently moved the firebird aside. She got up and got out of bed, walked out of the door, left the courtyard, and walked into Nanyou Mountain.
The river was clear and fast, and the sound was very loud. From the other side of the river, the roars of monsters could be heard, including howling wolves and howling apes.
Qingge saw a figure on the bank of the river. The man was wearing a black cloak and was sitting by the river talking about the guqin.
The sound of the rushing river, the melodious sound of the guqin, a few crows flying away in surprise, and the whining of the wind are all a special experience.
Qingge looked at the man's back and narrowed his eyes.
"Fang Yu." Qing Ge shouted.
Fang Yu concentrated on playing the piano and ignored her. He quietly found a rock to sit down and listened carefully.
Upon listening to it, Qing Ge found that several notes were wrong.
At the end of the song, Fang Yu looked back at her and asked, "How was it?"
"The middle part of the song Spring Ling is not gentle enough, and it feels a bit top-heavy at the end." Qing Ge said slowly: "This song Spring Ling, it turns out that the person who composed it only composed the first half, and the first half is not the same."
The sound was amazing. I couldn't continue the second half of the song, so I simply stopped writing it and left it to others to write. But what is understandable is that the first half of the song is perfect."
Fang Yu smiled lightly, "It's really strange that you, a girl, know so much. I thought that a young girl didn't know anything. Even if she is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, she only knows a little bit about it. The creator of Chun Ling Song is Feng Qihe.
Master Samsara, I can't create the second half of this piece no matter what, and the one I created just now is not satisfactory. Musicians, musicians, and music. There are five piano masters and one major piano master in Huanyue Temple. For many
For a luthier, being able to complete the perfect Spring Listening Music is the success of the luthier."
"Huan Yue Temple." Qingge murmured in a low voice.
"Every three months, the piano masters of the Huanyue Temple will compete with each other, either to choose apprentices, or to wait for other piano masters to challenge. There is a part of the temple that no one cares about. It is the Chun Ling song. Who can compose the second half of the Chun Ling song?
By playing music, you can be rewarded by the Lord of the Temple, and even be given the glory of the Qin Sect." Fang Yu said.
Ye Qingcheng is in Huanyue Temple...
Qingge closed her eyes, why did Fang Yu tell her this?
Fang Yu was a man in the divine realm, and he came and went without a trace, but Qing Ge felt that his eyes were staring at her all the time.
Fang Yu stood up holding the guqin and walked towards Qingge. He handed the exquisite and ancient qin to Qingge and said: "This is the qin made by Master Samsara. It is called Fengqi Qin. It is the Qin used by the empress and has been kept there ever since."
In God's Realm, an opportunity came to me, and I think you are more suitable for Feng Qiqin than me."
Hearing the word "Fengqi", Qingge felt as if a sharp needle was pricking his mind, every inch, every inch, it hurt to the bone.
Can't you get rid of her no matter where you are?
From the initial shock and admiration to the dangerous fear now.
Qingge frowned. She was disgusted, but she couldn't help but stretched out her hands to hug the Fengqiqin.
"This harp has a long history. It appeared in the ancient Zunhou period. It is carved from ten thousand-year-old phoenix wood. I won't talk about the craftsmanship of Master Samsara. This harp is a priceless treasure. You should cherish it." After Fang Yu finished speaking, there was a pause.
Black smoke enveloped him.
The wind comes, the black smoke dissipates, and the prison disappears.
Qingge looked at Feng Qiqin with contempt in her eyes.
Can she protect such a noble Qin?
A common man is not guilty of carrying a jade.
Who among the luther players in the world doesn’t want Fengqi Qin?
Qingge sat down cross-legged like a ghost, with Feng Qiqin placed on his legs.
She closed her eyes and plucked the strings with her slender fingers. Silky sounds flowed from her fingertips, as if they were sounds of nature.
She has never heard the Chun Ling song, but she can play it accurately.
She can even pop out the second half perfectly.
The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, Qingge's face was pale and he was covered in sweat.
Listening to a spring song, it feels like you have exhausted your whole life and become exhausted.
Her trembling hands touched Feng Qiqin, as if a swallow returning south had found a warm home.
Qingge's eyes were empty. Under the white moonlight, the gentle wind lifted her clothes. Her facial features were exquisite, beautiful and elegant, like a fragile porcelain doll.
Qing Ge holds the lute in his arms and lame his legs, returning to Nanyou Mountain to live in Nanyou.
During this extremely short journey, she exuded a chilly air, and her hair blew up with the wind as she walked.
Her hair was as scarlet as blood from the roots down.
Starting from the tail again, it is silvery white like snow.
Like a homeless elf walking in the jungle, the injured knees and immobile legs cannot affect the beauty.
Feng Jin got up in the middle of the night and squatted in the toilet. When he came out with his pants lifted, he saw Qing Ge.
A sudden glance, a fleeting flash in the pan, beautiful and incomparable.
Feng Jin's eyes widened in horror, her black eyes reflected a noble and lazy beauty, but they were also clear and empty.
Feng Jin's breathing was rapid.
"Miss Ye..." Feng Jin called to her.
Qing Ge paused and looked back at him.
Those narrow and charming eyes were full of loneliness and coldness.
"Brother Feng." A clear voice and a beautiful face.
Dressed in red, with three thousand hair like snow, he looks like an elf, like a god, and even more like a god who judges all living beings.
"It's late at night, farewell." Qingge nodded, turned around and left.
Feng Jin stood there for a long time, slapping her thighs with both hands, and complained: "Tan Yu, this boy is so blessed that he never knows his blessings. How can Miss Ye's beauty be matched by the likes of Gillian? Tan Yu, you are short-sighted and uncomfortable.
What a beauty."
It is said that Gillian's beauty is heavenly and fragrant, but her elegance in Ye Qingge is unparalleled. Who dares to compare with her unparalleled beauty?