Although she couldn't see her face, she cried so beautifully. In the silver moonlight, her skirt was like reeds swaying in the wind, and she had a broken beauty that made her mind sway.

It is undoubtedly a great sin to make the beauty cry. She doesn't even need to speak, a tear is a murder sword.

This special atmosphere of scene and beauty made Song Qianji feel inexplicably familiar and then became alert.

He has been crying in person by many people in his life, and it is considered to have seen the world, but this is the first time he feels that he is going to be hit by a car accident.

‌A group of female cultivators of the Immortal Sound Sect rushed out and surrounded him, condemning him for bullying the weak and bullying a weak Sound Sect.

The scholar of Qingya and the disciples of the aristocratic family would also question him how he would make the other party cry.

The casual cultivator, the female cultivator of the Huaxi Sect, undoubtedly, has to watch the fun and make a fuss.

Then a stubborn dead face was alarmed by this, and he would definitely come out to preside over the "right path".

Then they will quarrel again.

Song Qianji looked back, suspecting that this tear was the prelude to "five hundred swords and axes and knives ambush the tent and then smashed the cup as a horn."

"It made fellow Taoist laugh." The cultivator wiped away the tears from his cheeks with his sleeves. "I heard this song tonight, and I looked up at the moon, but I didn't see my hometown, and suddenly I felt something."

After crying, she let out a breath, her body relaxed slightly.

It seemed as if there was an invisible thread on the top of her head, she held her back straight, her shoulders opened, and she raised her slightly.

Now that the thread was broken, she stood on a messy battlefield, relaxed in front of a stranger, revealing her natural state.

It’s easy to say if you don’t mess around, just say something.

As the opponent's aura changed, Song Qianji breathed a sigh of relief and comforted him:

"This song is about the hometown. However, flowers bloom and fall without asking about the flowering period, clouds gather and disperse without asking about the reason, and the world is impermanent."

"The world is impermanent..." The female cultivator whispered, "A song of wind and snow breaking the formation, sword light and sword shadow, arousing revenge, seemingly looking down on all directions, and in the end there is only a white snow. The song of flowers and moon falling and clouds is the opposite. The flowers and moon are charming, occupying all the romantic feelings, but listening carefully is faintly lonely. But these two songs should be written by one person, and can only be done by one person. I am right?"

Song Qianji was stunned.

Was it heard?

"Flowers, Moons, and Clouds" is the land he planted in thousands of canals, the iron-eating beasts he raised, the wheat he had watered, and the people he met in this life.

They were not Meng Heze, Ji Chen, Lin Feiyuan, Mid Ye, nor He Qingqing, Wei Zhenyu, Xian Jianchen, whom he had never met in his previous life...

Everything is different, this song is his life.

I thought the two had nothing to do with each other, but I was revealed by a younger generation of unknown Yin Xiu.

The world of cultivation is indeed deep and dangerous, and the dragons and tigers are hidden.

The other party's invisible vision penetrated Mili, staring at him, and he decided to ask for an answer:

"Fellow Taoist do not want to frame me again. The wind and snow break the formation. I have played it thousands of times, and it is drawn every day and carved into my bones and blood."

The meaning of the words was determined, and Song Qianji was a little surprised. It was not good, this girl might have been in a hindrance.

He Yun held his breath and finally heard the man say, "It's me."

She staggered two steps.

The most beautiful person in the world, people who can't be found without any means.

When you reach the end of the water, you will encounter it unexpectedly when you hide your identity.

Her reputation is no longer the most prosperous, her mood is unstable and her situation is dangerous, and she has no worse encounter than this time.

But at this time he had never seen her face, and he didn't know her identity. He only knew "He Yun".

They met with a new song and fought against the enemy together.

There is no better encounter than this.

He Yun, no, it is more accurate to deal with Miaoyan.

She didn't know why she took this pseudonym. He Qingqing and Jiang Yun, they should be enemies, who would use the word "Entertainment"?

"Can I ask some questions for fellow Taoist Song?" Miaoyan's voice was difficult and every word was sonorous. "Fellow Taoist can refuse to answer, but please don't lie to me!"

Song Qianji smiled bitterly: "Okay."

He lowered his head to sort out the array.

"Fellow Daoist Song is a casual cultivator, I wonder where he is from?"

"I came from a mortal. A small place called Pingning Town is not worth mentioning."

"You are friends with Midnight Courtyard Superintendent, I wonder how long have you known each other?"

The deepest night before dawn covered the four fields, and the roar of beasts came from afar and the roar of water.

Song Qianji hesitated for a moment and told the truth: "It's been many years."

Another person's shadow flashed inexplicably in Miaoyan's mind, his nails stinged his palms, and his heart was surging.

Qianqu is famous in the world of cultivation, not a small place. The monk's life span is long. Song Qianji and Midye met in Huawei Sect for a few years. It was far from being called "many".

Not him.

Fortunately it wasn't him.

"You did it on purpose tonight. You stay here, wanting to resolve the crisis in midnight?"

"Yes." Song Qianji used his scabbard to pick up a piece of formation on the ground and smiled bitterly: "Miss He just asks this. If you ask further, I won't answer."

"I'm not afraid of jokes about fellow Taoists. Before I met you, I played the wind and snow song over and over again. I often wondered how old the composer was, whether he was a man or a woman, where he lived, what skills he practiced, and what he liked to do in his daily life." Miaoyan walked two steps closer, "When I saw you today, it turned out that you were completely different from what I thought."

Song Qianji clenched the handle of the knife: "The girl should be disappointed."

People will always deify things that are out of reach.

"No! Although it is different, I wish I could not be as good as this." Miaoyan said this and was stunned first.

He thought completely differently from what she was thinking.

He looks average, wears a ill-fitting robe, and sways the borrowed snow blade. His quality is not very noble, and he is a bit casual and casual cultivator, but he is not really a rogue.

Everyone looks like watching the moon, and they don’t see beauty and ugliness in their eyes, and they can go to danger in order to save their friends.

Only someone like Song Xun can write those two songs.

Song Qianji thought that this female cultivator was smart and calm, and could guide her junior sister to repeat the song once. She also had hard work and could practice a song countless times, but she was silent in the Immortal Yin Sect.

She was still young and had no talent. She thought that she was depressed and was dragged into a stumble by the wind and snow.

"Miss He Yun, look." Song Qianji changed the knife to his left hand, supported it on the ground, stretched out a finger with his right hand, pointing it diagonally towards the sky.

In the ink blue sky before dawn, a crescent moon hangs on its tips, like a silver boat, able to carry people to the sea of ​​clouds.

The woman whispered, "It's so beautiful."

She looked up and suddenly forgot that she was Miaoyan, that she had the civil sect, that she had the master, that she had the "master sister" and that she had the "No. 1 beauty in the world".

I only knew that I was standing on the messy battlefield of the Blood River Valley, and someone pointed to a crescent moon for her to show it.

Under the moon, the man's fingers were not perfect, at least not a pair of hands playing the piano, with burn marks on the back of his hands and a scar of a snow blade.

I don't know what happened to him before.

Miaoyan came back to her senses and looked away: "I'm rude."

"You see the beautiful moon in the direction of my finger." Song Qianji bent his finger, "But if you only stare at this finger, you can't see the stars and moon in the sky. Whether it's wind and snow breaking the formation, flowers and moon sets, or me, they are all this unimportant finger, not your real moon."

"It's not just the music of the piano, but also the musical scriptures in the world, all the Dharma books in the world are like one finger." Song Qianji put down his hand, "I saw the moon because I pointed to it. I forgot to point to the moon. Since the girl has the fate to seek immortality and ask the Tao, why should I stick to the appearance of fame? Go to the nine heavens and see the true moon!"

His tone was gentle and smiling, but he had the meaning of being free and easy.

"The True Moon." Miaoyan murmured, "Can I see it?"

"The girl is still young and so smart. Of course, she can go wherever she wants, just look at how to choose and whether she can let go... Hey! Miss He!"

Before Song Qianji finished speaking, he saw the female cub in a shock and rushed into the ice cave, disappearing.

Song Qianji scratched his head, feeling a little regretful, thinking that I might have messed up.

Even if he used the escape technique to chase him, he could not say more and didn't know how to persuade him again.

When we meet by chance, he can set up a flower stand, but he cannot decide how a flower should bloom.

After packing up the formation, the waning moon had already set. Dongfang Dabai was still going to see how Midnight's injury recovered.

Before entering the ice room of midnight, a group of scholars from Qing Cliff enthusiastically greeted him, as if they were greeting heroes, surrounding him with shoulders and backs. If it weren't for the ice cave, there would probably be someone else fanning him.

"Senior Brother Song is finally back! We can see Senior Brother Song talking to the fairy of Xianyin Sect from afar. We dare not disturb us, so we wait here!"

Song Qianji was funny: "Someone came to deliver things?"

"Yes! The casual cultivator team gave two pieces of three tiger skins. Huaxi sent three boxes of Lingqionghua scent cream, saying that they wanted to ask Senior Brother Song to leave more spaces for them in that formation tonight." Qingzhai took out the thing and felt proud, "When they came, they all bowed in a regular manner and spoke much better."

Song Qianji thought to himself that guarding the formation has become a big mistake. Those people thought that the number of people guarding the formation every night was limited, and one increased and the other was declining.

The major sects and aristocratic families have seen each other with knowledge and calmness.

"I won't use this thing, please send it back." Song Qianji said: "By the way, I'll send it out and ask all parties to contribute the formation. I can increase the star position in the formation tonight."

"No problem with Senior Brother Song!" Zi Mo said.
To be continued...