The crimson lips become lighter and lighter, and the cloud steps turn softly. Sometimes there is a gentle breeze, sometimes there is a violent storm.
It was this feeling that made Yun Qiyou intoxicated.
However, that's all.
This is their soul-to-soul communication, without any blasphemous flaws.
After a long time, the two stopped spreading dog food late at night and snuggled together quietly, enjoying the last peace.
Suddenly, Yun Qiyou said: "Xiaochuan, Xiaoyou wants to play the piano. It has been a long time since we have played the piano and flute."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "It's so late, I guess it will disturb the senior sisters in Yuanshui Xiaozhu below."
Yun Qiyou suddenly said in a coquettish tone for the first time in his life: "Xiaoyou doesn't care, Xiaoyou just wants to play the piano now! Xiaoyou just wants to play the piano and flute with you right now!"
Once a cold woman like Yun Qiyou starts acting coquettishly, her destructive power is something that no man can resist.
Seeing her angry look at the moment, Ye Xiaochuan was a little crazy, and then said: "Play, it must be played, who dares to disturb the people, let's see if I can't beat him to death!"
The big hole that was punched out by the Baishan clan leader last time had been repaired by the hard-working Cangyun disciples in the past two days and painted with new paint. The smell of the paint has not completely dissipated.
However, the disciples of Cangyun Sect were very thoughtful and added a lot of spices to the paint to cover up the pungent smell of the paint.
So much so that Qingluan is still filled with a faint fragrance.
Yun Qiyou took out the Demon-Suppressing Guqin from the ethereal bracelet given to her by Ye Xiaochuan and placed it on the round stone table in the center of Qingluan Pavilion.
Ye Xiaochuan also took out his Huangquan Biluo Xiao.
The origin of this Qin Yixiao is not trivial. Like Wufeng Zhanchen, it is a magic weapon that is not easy to deal with.
These two magic weapons were once owned by the Emperor Ziwei of the Heavenly Realm. Later, Emperor Ziwei gave the Huangquan Biluo Xiao to his good friend Donghua Shangxian.
In the decisive battle between the human world more than 20,000 years ago, the piano and flute were left behind in the world.
Later, the Huangquan Biluo Xiao fell into the hands of the old man Huangquan.
What Old Man Huangquan practices is the art of necromancy, digging into the heart and pursuing eternity.
However, he met the Yaoqin Fairy who owned the demon-suppressing guqin.
He fell in love and was punished by God. He grew older day by day.
Nowadays, apart from these two magic weapons, the only traces left of the Old Man of Huangquan and Fairy Yaoqin are the eight words "Blue Falls of Huangquan, and Red Dust of Purple Road" left on the rocks at the ends of the earth in the South China Sea.
The sound of the piano sounded, breaking the tranquility of the night.
The sound of the flute followed closely.
However, the music performed by these two recognized piano and flute masters at this moment seemed a little unsatisfactory.
It's just that Ye Xiaochuan didn't bother to study the art of music, but Yun Qiyou had put a lot of effort into the art of music. Her attainments in the art of music were enough to make her enter the palace.
However, the sound of the piano at this moment was not as quiet and clear as what she played in the past.
It wasn't that she was led astray by the sound of Ye Xiaochuan's flute, but that something was wrong with her.
The root cause lies in the previous relationship between the two of them.
They are all young people, and their minds have not yet completely calmed down, so there are flaws in the sound of the piano and flute they performed.
However, these two magic weapons are rare musical treasures after all.
The fluctuating emotions of the two people were quickly calmed down by the music.
Gradually, both of them entered the state, and seemed to be integrated with the instruments in their hands and the ethereal music.
The problem of disturbing the people that Ye Xiaochuan was worried about finally happened.
The first thing to fall was the small Yuanshui building under Qingluan Pavilion.
It was late at night, and there was still an hour before dawn. Everyone was sleeping or meditating, and was unexpectedly awakened by the sudden sound of the piano and flute.
If it is an ordinary harp flute, the sound will not be transmitted too far, but the Huangquan Biluo Xiao and the Demon-Suppressing Guqin are both musical treasures. Even if they are not driven by real power, the sound they produce is still farther than ordinary harp flutes.
farther.
Therefore, the important places of Cangyun Sect such as the Presbytery and the Discipline Academy to the north of Yuanshui Xiaozhu also fell.
At first, the music of the piano, flute, and music was ordinary, but soon it got better.
All the disciples of Cangyun who were awakened by the sound of the piano and flute knew that those who disturbed people's dreams in the middle of the night must be Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou.
Because no one else can perform such a beautiful song like the sounds of nature.
After singing "High Mountains and Flowing Waters", the two of them completely calmed down.
Then I heard the sound of the piano change, becoming gentle and soft, and seemed to have a bit of sadness.
The most surprising thing is that many Cangyun disciples also heard the woman singing.
"If there is no fate, why should you smile?
In the six realms, Bodhisattvas are numerous.
I can only meet you and be connected to you forever.
Three lives and seven lives, we are united by one heart.
If there is a fate, the ashes will not rekindle.
The lanterns fell, silent tears flickered.
Three feet of snow fell in one night, and my hair was dyed white.
You are facing Xiaoxiang but have not yet turned..."
It's Yun Qiyou singing!
In the past, Cangyun disciples only heard that Yun Qiyou's throat had been kissed by an angel and that his singing voice was beautiful, but not many people had actually heard Yun Qiyou sing.
Tonight, the disciples and elders of the Cangyun Sect within a few hundred feet of Qingluan Pavilion were really lucky, and they actually heard Yun Qiyou's singing.
This is a sad and lingering love song, telling the story of a couple who lived in love for three lives and seven lives.
The ending of a man and a woman falling in love and killing each other makes this song even more sad.
"Whoever said to let go, only eleven paintings.
When the wind falls and the wind rises, the years are wasted.
The moment when she lowered her eyebrows and flicked her sleeves, her beauty was beautiful.
There are many stars, only their shadows are pointing towards the horizon.
Three lifetimes of kalpas and thousands of years of reincarnation.
Seven generations of destiny, glory is at your fingertips.
In the clear night, the solitary lamp is the companion, and the moon hangs high.
The shadows in the dream are scattered, and all the light sorrow is stained.
The starry sky tonight is brilliant and picturesque.
I just hope I can stay with you for a thousand years.
Three lives and seven lifetimes, the liver and intestines are broken.
I just hope I can stay with you for a thousand years.
In this world of mortals, what does immortality matter?
I just hope I can stay with you for a thousand years..."
After singing a song, the lingering sound lingers in your ears.
Before the sound of harps and flutes dissipated, the harmonious sounds of luan and phoenix suddenly rose again.
I saw wealth and wealth swirling up from the Yuanshui small building below, emitting the legendary harmonious sounds of luan and phoenix, and the harmonious sounds of the piano and flute flowed slowly, adding to the elegance.
The music of the harp and flute continues to play, and the singing of the luan and the phoenix continues.
No one stopped, everyone who could hear the sound of the piano and singing lay on the bed, quietly listening to this rare swan song.
No one knew that this time Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou's harmonious harp and flute seemed to be their last song. For a long time in the future, the world would never have the opportunity to see the harmonious harp and flute again.
After tonight, the world will collapse, at least for Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan.
If they had known that this was the last peaceful night for the two of them, perhaps they would not have played the piano and flute here tonight, but would have chosen to do something more meaningful. However, who could have predicted
