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Chapter 2837 Wonderful Octave

Nei Ze has a radius of more than 6,000 miles, with luxuriant water and grass, and spring-like conditions all year round. It lacks everything except small animals, otherwise it would not be able to feed the Blackwater Black Snake, which has a head of 108 cows.

Ye Xiaochuan said that there were a lot of people tonight, and he didn't know when the next hot meal would be. The dozen or so fat chickens might not be enough to eat, so he asked Zhao Wuji to hunt some more game.

Not long after, Zhao Wuji came back carrying an animal that looked like a mountain deer.

Returning with him were Fengchen Sanjian.

According to Zhao Wuji, when he was walking back after hunting mountain deer, he happened to encounter Fengchen Sanjian.

Ye Xiaochuan asked Feng Chen Sanjian to sit down and rest. To be honest, he quite liked this trio.

Ye Xiaochuan is quite confident in his ability to judge people. As long as he thinks a person is suitable for dating, he will not doubt the other person.

He and Fengchen Sanjian met at the last Yulong Village dinner. It has only been a month and they have only spoken a few times, but Ye Xiaochuan dared to entrust the important task of protecting Zuo Qiu to these three people.

trust.

These three people did not disappoint Ye Xiaochuan, and everything was done beautifully.

The Three Swordsmen of Fengchen are now filled with admiration for Ye Xiaochuan. The main reason is that Ye Xiaochuan used the sound transmission method on them today, and at the same time transmitted the sound to the sea of ​​souls of the three of them, making the three of them admire Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation.

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After chatting for a while, Bao Renhe wanted to talk about things in the back mountain valley.

Ye Xiaochuan waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, I'll make dinner now, you guys have a rest first, and we'll talk about things there later."

Bao Renhe thought that there were too many people here and Yu Linglong from the Demon Sect was present, so Ye Xiaochuan was not allowed to talk. He stopped talking and went to say hello to the familiar Leng Zongsheng.

In front of Yunhailu, there were two bonfires, one big and one small. The big one belonged to Ye Xiaochuan. The beggar's chicken was buried underneath and the mountain deer was roasted on top.

The small bonfire belongs to Princess Xiao Qi. She considers herself a virtuous little princess of heaven. She doesn't eat the food she comes to. She steals Ye Xiaochuan's two fat chickens and makes them her own. She looks for leaves and mud.

Presentable.

Today is the ninth day of March, and there is only half of the moon in the sky, like a piece of naan bread that has been half eaten by a glutton.

It is said that the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. If the moon is not bright, the light of the Milky Way stars will come out to dominate. When you raise your head, you can see the stars in the nine heavens that are as dense as shining sesame seeds.

Yun Qiyou liked the stars the most. When he was in Cangyun Mountain, he would often sit alone in Qingluan Pavilion admiring the moon and stars, and he would spend the whole night watching them.

She also taught Ye Xiaochuan how to identify the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. They were in the Huxin Pavilion in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion in Boulder City. At that time, Xuan Ying encouraged her and the two even kissed each other.

Ye Xiaochuan was busy preparing for tonight's sumptuous dinner. When he saw Yun Qiyou sitting on the roof of Yunhailu and stargazing, he felt that the atmosphere in front of him was too quiet. How could there be any joyful atmosphere like camping?

He said to Yun Qiyou from a distance: "Xiaoyou, this is a long night, let me play some music to cheer you up."

No one expected that Ye Xiaochuan would make such a request. Zhao Wuji and Leng Zongsheng stepped forward to dissuade him. The sound of the piano was too eye-catching. Wasn't it because they were afraid that others would not know that their group was here?

Ye Xiaochuan kicked the two of them away.

Then Yu Linglong came over, and Ye Xiaochuan didn't kick the woman's bad habits, and dug Yu Linglong away.

They were all self-proclaimed masters of cultivation who were indifferent to fame and wealth and saw through the world of mortals, but they turned out to be stingy. In front of an empty cave, all their ugly faces were exposed. Ye Xiaochuan looked down upon them.

Yun Qiyou didn't have to be disturbed by outsiders, so she entered the Dead Lake. In order to avoid attracting the big demon in the Dead Lake, Yun Qiyou kept the demon-suppressing guqin in the ethereal bracelet given to her by Ye Xiaochuan. The only thing

It was used once. It was the last time when the Five Poison Sect besieged Xuantian Sect in Waize. Yun Qiyou used Qin to

The poison-controlling bass that breaks through the Five Poison Gates.

Since Ye Xiaochuan insisted on playing a few songs by herself, her hands were itchy, so she pulled out the guqin from the ethereal bracelet.

The way of music is not a rare cultivation method in the heaven, but it is rare in the human world.

In the past, only senior Wu Yazi knew something about it, but now only Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou know this method.

Compared with Yun Qiyou, Ye Xiaochuan's half-skilled skills were not even considered to be a beginner, and he was completely blind to the musical jade slip that recorded the wonderful eight tones given by Xuan Ying fifteen years ago.

Yun Qiyou has good genes and high talent, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva used the extremely rare marrow cleansing method to purify her soul and wash away impurities in her body, making her talent unparalleled in her cultivation of Taoism.

She has no other hobbies on weekdays, she just likes to talk about piano.

During the eight years when she and her eldest sister Xuan Ying lived in seclusion at the ends of the earth, she sat by the sea and played the piano all day long.

Now her disciple's attainments in music and temperament have far surpassed those of the two masters who taught her this art, Yun Yazi and Ye Xiaochuan.

The ethereal sound of the piano slowly sounded, accompanied by the gentle night breeze and the faint chirping of insects. It was really joyful and boundless.

The ghost girl helped Xiao Qi make the beggar's chicken by smearing mud on it. The two little girls were so happy that the mud not only smeared on the lotus leaves wrapping the fat chicken, but also on their cheeks.

So the two girls stopped calling themselves chickens and started playing in the mud.

I was playing vigorously when I heard the beautiful sound of the piano.

The two stopped smearing mud on each other's faces, and both turned to look at Yun Qiyou, who was playing the piano on the roof.

Yun Qiyou, in fluttering white clothes, is bathed in the starlight and moonlight. Her delicate cheeks are flawless, her eight fingers are flying, and her eyes are slightly closed, giving people a thrilling feeling.

Most people were captured by the sound of the piano at this moment and were deeply impressed by Yun Qiyou's temperament and beauty.

Not included in this are the two little girls playing in the mud, and the Tang courtier dressed in black.

Xiao Qi raised his elbow to the ghost girl and said: "Little ghost, this sound of the piano...do you feel something is wrong?"

The ghost girl nodded slightly and said: "The sound quality is pure, like the ghost in an empty valley. There are wisps of spiritual energy fluctuations in the sound of the piano. This fingering, this tone quality, and this control of the rhythm are all very rare."

Xiao Qi suddenly shouted: "I know, this is Ziwei..."

As soon as he said it, Tang's courtier beside him said slowly: "Wonderful eight tones."

Xiao Qi was furious and said: "What's going on with you girl? You act like only you know! I also guessed that it's Emperor Ziwei's Miao Bayin. I want you to talk more!"

No wonder Xiao Qi is angry.

A person, after thinking for a long time, finally solved a riddle. He was about to say it loudly, but someone cut off his words as he spoke. Who can bear it? If it weren't for the ghost girl dragging him, Xiaoqi would have smashed it into pieces.

The mud was thrown onto Tang's beautiful face.


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