Chapter 2019 I don't know the happiness in the blessing
As a real girl of the Phoenix Clan, Bing Lingtian has absolute confidence.
She isolates the news and takes the initiative to do it first, and the demon princess will not be able to catch up with her.
She kept paying attention to the news about King Ji and observed what kind of person King Ji was day and night.
She firmly believed that one day, when she was wearing a hundred phoenixes towards the phoenix, Ji Yue would wear the demon queen bracelet for her at noon.
The demon queen looked at Bing Lingtian and liked him the more he looked at him. Bing Lingtian had inherent arrogance, but he would not be willful and willful. On the contrary, starting from Ji Yue Xiaoai, including the entire demon domain, can be said to be big.
Love is boundless.
Thinking of this, the demon queen hated Ye Qingge even more.
Not sure about Ji Yue's plan, he kidnapped Ji Yue away.
Compared with Bing Ling Tianyi, it is simply a difference between heaven and earth and clouds.
"I look forward to your good news." said the demon queen.
Bing Lingtian smiled and his eyes were shining with a clear light.
At this moment, midnight, Qingge was lying on the bed in the room at the foot of Nanyou Mountain in Tiandiyuan. Her knee suddenly hurt and she suddenly opened her eyes.
The dark night is boundless, and the sound of the wind is like crying and telling you through your ears.
At that moment, Qingge's heart suffocated and his headache was about to break.
The fire bird lies on Qingge's chest and sleeps sweetly, and saliva flows.
For some reason, Qingge woke up in the middle of the night, and was filled with sweat.
Qingge raised his hand to wipe away the sweat from his forehead.
While half asleep and half awake, she noticed unprecedented danger.
Qingge looked inside the internal organs, and the bones on his abdomen remained unchanged. The little moon in the Blood Demon Flower seemed to be in a deep sleep.
Qingge carefully moved the fire bird aside, she got up and got out of bed, went out of the door, left the yard, and walked into Nanyou Mountain.
The river was clear and fast, with a loud sound. The roar of monsters came from the other side of the river, with wolves and apes crying.
Qingge saw a figure on the bank of the river. The man was wearing a black cloak and sat by the river talking on the guqin.
The sound of the rushing river and the sound of the guqin drizzling, a few crows flew away in surprise, and the sound of the wind was sobbing, which was a different feeling.
Qingge looked at the man's back and narrowed his eyes.
"Fang Yu." Qingge shouted.
Fang Yu focused on playing the piano and ignored her. Qingge looked for a rock and sat down and listened carefully.
When Qingge heard this, he found that there were some wrong notes.
At the end of the song, Fang Yu looked back at her and asked, "How?"
"The middle part of the song is not soft enough, and finally it feels like a heavy head and light snake tail." Qingge said slowly: "This song "The person who created it should have only created the first half, the first half is one."
The sound is amazing, and the second half of the song cannot be continued, so I simply stopped writing it and left it for others to write it, but it is understandable that the first half of the song is perfect."
Fang Yu smiled slightly, "It's really strange that you girl know so much. I thought that the young girl didn't know anything, but even if she was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she only knew the basics. The creator of Chunling Song was Feng Qihe
Master of Reincarnation, I can't create this second half of the song no matter what, and what I created just now is not satisfactory. The zither master, the music is also music. There are five qin sects in the Fantasy Moon Temple and one qin sect, which is for many
For a piano player, being able to complete a perfect spring listening song is the success of the piano player.”
"Fantasy Moon Temple." Qingge murmured in a low voice.
"Every three months, the zithers in the Fantasy Moon Temple will compare with each other, choose disciples, or wait for other zithers to challenge. There is a temple that is not interested in, it is a spring listening song. Who can create a half-year-old song after spring listening.
Qu can get rewards from the Lord of the Temple and even give the glory of Qin Dazong," said Fang Yu.
Ye Qingcheng is in the Fantasy Moon Temple...
Qingge narrowed his eyes, and Fang Yu told her what he did?
Fang Yu is a man in the divine realm, without a trace, but Qingge felt that his eyes were staring at her all the time.
Fang Yu stood up with the guqin in his arms and walked towards Qingge. He handed the exquisite and ancient zither to Qingge and said, "This is the zither made by Master Cranium, called Fengqin, which is the zither used by the queen, and has been kept.
In the Divine Realm, I have gained an opportunity. I think you are more suitable for Feng Qiqiqin than me."
Hearing the word Feng Qi, Qingge seemed to have a sharp needle pricking in his mind, a little bit, a little inch, and a pain that hurts to the bone.
Can't get rid of her anytime, anywhere?
From the initial shock and admiration to the current danger and fear.
Qingge frowned, she hated her, but she couldn't help but stretched out her hands to hug the Fengqiqin.
"This piano has a long history and has appeared in the ancient times. It was carved from a thousand-year-old phoenix tree. I won't talk about the skills of the master of reincarnation. This piano is a priceless treasure, so you cherish it." Fang Yu finished speaking,
Black smoke enveloped him.
When the wind comes, the black smoke dissipates, and the prison disappears.
Qingge looked at Feng Qiqiqin, and his eyes looked contemptuous.
Does she have the ability to protect such a noble piano?
Every man is guilty of possessing a treasure.
Who doesn’t want Fengqiqiqin’s piano masters in the world?
Qingge sat cross-legged and placed Feng Qiqiqin on his legs.
She closed her eyes, fiddled with her delicate jade fingers, and a slight sound flowed out from her fingertips, as if it was from the sound of nature.
She had never heard of the spring listening song, but she could play it accurately.
She even popped up the second half perfectly.
The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end, Qingge's face turned pale and sweated.
A song of spring listening seems to have used all my life's strength, exhausted to exhaustion.
Her trembling hands stroked Feng Qiqiqin, as if the swallows returning from the south had found a warm place to return.
Qingge's eyes were empty, under the white moonlight, the wind lifted up her clothes, her facial features were delicate, beautiful and elegant, like a fragile porcelain doll.
Qingge hugged Qin and lame her legs, and returned to the southern residence at Nanyou Mountain.
During this very close journey, she exuded a cold air, and as she walked, she rose with the wind.
Her hair began to turn scarlet and blood from the root.
Starting from the tail again, it is as silver as snow.
Like a homeless elf walking in the jungle, injured knees and inconvenient legs cannot affect that beauty.
Feng Jin got up in the middle of the night and squatted in the toilet. When he came out with his pants, he saw Qingge.
A glimpse of a surprise, a flash in the pan, beautiful and incomparable.
Feng Jin's eyes widened as if shocked, and his black eyes, which were as unrestrained as unrestrained as the beauty of nobleness and laziness, was clear and empty.
Feng Jin breathed rapidly.
"Miss Ye..." Feng Jin called her.
Qingge stopped and looked back at him.
Those narrow and charming eyes were filled with lonely coldness.
"Brother Feng." His clear voice and beautiful face.
He was dressed in a red dress, three thousand hairs were like snow, like elves, like a god, and even more like a god who judged all living beings.
"Late at night, say goodbye." Qingge nodded, turned around and left.
Feng Jin stood there for a long time, slapped his thighs with his hands, complaining: "Tan Yu is really in a blessing, but I don't know how lucky Miss Ye is. How can Miss Ye be compared to A Jiao and others? Tan Yu, you are discomfortable without any eyes.
Beauty looks.”
It is said that Gillian's country is beautiful, but the night is beautiful and unparalleled, so who dares to compare her unparalleled posture? (To be continued)