Offstage, the boss of Chunyunlou said anxiously: "Who is this person, who let him in!" ”

The little guy looked dazed, "I don't know, I thought he was a newly invited person when he looked so beautiful!" ”

"Hurry up and get him down, if you anger Qin Xian, you can't eat all of you for me one by one!"

"Yes!"

On the stage, Bai Yi said to Xiao Xian: "Sir, I respect you for being the master of Zisu to leave you a little thin noodles, if you get close to Canghai Longyin, you are welcome!" ”

Mu Zisu said: "Master! What are you doing here, come down quickly! ”

"Huh? Isn't this person Sister Mu's master? ”

Gu Xiuyuan looked at it, and the wine was awake for seven minutes, "Xiao ...... Mr. Shaw! Not good! ”

Xiao Xian still ignored him, just walked over in a daze, and sat in front of Canghai Longyin. Seeing this, Bai Yi shouted angrily: "Sir, offended! ”

Suddenly, a cold vitality was condensed in the palm of the white-clothed palm, and the five thugs of Chunyunlou swept up from under the stage, Gu Xiuyuan grabbed the water with a swallow, and the long sword behind him came out of the sheath with a loud sound, and he had already formed a sword formation around Xiao Xian one step ahead of him, Mu Zisu subconsciously flew to Xiao Xian's side, and the vitality of fire was already burning around his body, facing Xiao Xian behind him in white clothes.

Four waves of people, two forces, sabre-rattling, each not giving in to each other-

Between the lightning and flint, the violent vitality was about to hit the moment, and it was suddenly cut through the middle by an invisible force-

The vitality that was as soft as water lightly dissolved the power of the heavens on both sides, and the two groups of people were separated by this vitality-

In the moment when they turned over and landed on the ground after being repelled by the vitality, a breeze blew Xiao Xian's Taoist robes and fluttered, and the sound of the piano seemed to come from the sky and pour down from the moonlight.

At this moment, there was silence between heaven and earth.

His moon-like and cool face, elegant and not like the world, plucking the strings like flowing water, and with a bit of indisputable, casual and leisurely charm.

The thick timbre of the guqin exudes a chic and simple charm, and there are thousands of indescribable styles. The sound of the white fingertips pressing the strings and grinding the strings is clear and distinct, and even the sound of him kneading the strings is so sultry.

The strong wind swept the smoke of the incense burner into his wide sleeved robe, like a girl shooting an immortal in the ethereal clouds.

What kind of song is this, no one has heard it, it seems to be just a handy, the splendid and melodious is not lingering and sympathetic, but reveals a bit of clear sword intent through the clouds and cracked silk, vast and vast like Feng Xuan resisting the wind, fluttering like the wind and snow, whether it is the tune or the far-reaching artistic conception makes people fascinated.

The white-clothed man quietly stared at Xiao Xian's figure, completely forgetting the white-haired Taoist priest's blasphemy of the Canghai Dragon Yin, and for some reason, his mind suddenly flashed the figure of the bloody sword immortal Fuqin in the heavy snow in the Linyuan Kingdom a hundred years ago.

In fact, at that time, he was just a little fox who had not yet opened his spiritual consciousness and had not transformed into a human form, and this scene was just hearsay. What he will never forget may be the dream. He had dreamed of that scene back then, a sword alone and a song, gently stroking the top of his hairy head.

The snow-white little fox raised his head, only to see him curl the corners of his mouth and say softly, "What a beautiful little fox." Do you like this piano too? Someday you'll take on human form and play music for me, okay? ”

He has been studying the piano skills only for this empty dream, in order to follow the sword immortal who is as kind as a mountain to the Rin Yuan country. If one day he could play a song for him...... That's really a blessing for three lives. And when he heard the news that Yijian Duxiu had died in the encirclement and suppression of that great battle, he played frantically for seven days and seven nights, hoping that the sound of his piano would reach the sky, where he could hear it.