Before He Qingqing entered the bamboo building, she saw the lights in the forest and heard a burst of laughter.

Obviously, there are many female cultivators in the building, saying that they are talking about the piano, which is more like a private party.

They know what they are talking about, and their laughter is like a silver bell in the wind, echoing among the dense leaves of the bamboo forest.

He Qingqing hesitated and subconsciously clenched the corners of her sleeves.

The maid carrying a green gauze lantern behind her urged: "Everyone is waiting for you."

Another advised: "My classmates are like sisters, and they often get together. You have to adapt. The fairy journey is long. Will you be alone in the future and deal with others?"

"Okay." He Qingqing nodded reluctantly.

She has learned to resist the bright "malice", but she will still refuse the arrangement that pretends to be "good intention".

She was just a first-timer and adapted everywhere. She was always afraid that her behavior would be appropriate and would appear to be strange and strange, which would bring shame to her master.

He Qingqing walked upstairs with light steps.

But the maid whispered: "Fairy He is here."

The fragrance of flowers floats with incense.

Bamboo mats were spread on the ground, and the female cultivators sat on the ground, smiling so hard that they leaned forward and backward, and the hem of various skirts were like blooming flowers.

Some people hold pipa, some hold futon, and some people are asking for advice from Miaoyan.

As soon as He Qingqing showed up, the laughter stopped instantly.

Everyone turned their heads, all their eyes fell on her, either shocked or suspicious, and some people frowned slightly.

Deathly silence. He Qingqing felt that she should come, so she opened her mouth and didn't know how to say hello. She wanted to turn around and go downstairs immediately, but she was afraid of being rude.

For a moment, his face was slightly pale and stood beside the stairs.

"Senior Sister." Suddenly someone called softly.

The female cultivator Yingying, who was at the center of the crowd, stood up and bowed her head and bowed her head.

It's Fairy Miaoyan.

"Hello, senior sister."

Seeing Miaoyan taking the initiative to greet him, the female cultivators hurriedly stood up and said full of etiquette.

Miaoyan's position in the hearts of young monks of the Xianyin Sect is second only to his masters, and is closer to his masters.

He Qingqing loosened the corners of her clenched sleeves and straightened her back: "Hello, let's sit down."

Miaoyan held her hand and led her to sit beside her.

This sudden closeness made He Qingqing at a loss.

The eyes of the female cultivators beating between the two, and their expressions were a little strange.

Since the emergence of "The Song of Wind and Snow" has been aware of the music score. In the lively atmosphere of the sky, the person who is most famous in Xianyin Gate has been forgotten.

——Fairy Miaoyan.

During this time, Miaoyan, who was officially present at the piano test at the News Conference, did not play the piano.

Logically speaking, Miaoyan should not like this "senior sister". It's like Wangshu and Jiangyun are both tired of seeing each other.

On the jade table is a pot of blooming anemone, with a wide mouth basin and shallow water.

The petals are stacked, and the moonlight is cold and delicate.

As soon as He Qingqing lowered his eyes, he saw silver light falling on the water, and Miaoyan's perfect side face was also reflected in the water.

Cloudy hair and flowery face, red lips and smile.

When the two intersect, people are more beautiful than flowers.

She suddenly felt ashamed and opened her eyes.

If someone had said before that she would sit in the same seat with the first beauty, she would absolutely believe it.

Miaoyan asked softly, "Sister Sister, have you brought the Qin here?"

He Qingqing nodded, took out the piano from the storage bag, and placed it firmly on the jade table.

The green light flows, pressing through the anemone light.

Miaoyan gently stroked the piano body without plucking the strings without authorization:

"I have seen many 'Luyitai', and this one is very well made."

All the Yin Xiu agreed: "The senior sister's piano is meticulously made, and the tone is soft and profound."

The atmosphere returns to relaxation.

He Qingqing finally started to smile, her smile came from the heart.

Listening to others praise her for her good piano makes her happier than praising her.

Miaoyan said again: "The wind and snow are in the formation, and they play very well."

He Qingqing shook her head: "I haven't finished playing, but it's still good enough."

Miaoyan stared at her, her eyes as gentle as water. He Qingqing felt that there was a stubborn hook in her eyes, as if she was about to penetrate her veil.

Miaoyan said: "Can you teach the last article that you haven't finished playing?"

"Teaching?" He Qingqing was stunned.

Miaoyan suddenly stood up and saluted her: "Please ask senior sister to teach her junior sister."

"Ah, dare to take it!" He Qingqing hurriedly helped her up.

Miaoyan smiled and said, "I have never liked a song so much. Since you played it, I have played it silently in my heart. It's a pity that I know the last piano score."

Who can refuse Miaoyan?

What's more, everyone looked at He Qingqing in full view.

He Qingqing nodded: "The last article is difficult to play alone. If you have enough cultivation and enough realm, you can't play the complete song. You can definitely do it."

Miaoyan smiled even stronger: "Thank you, Senior Sister, for preaching."

"‌Dare to take responsibility."

He Qingqing pressed the strings without using spiritual energy, and the sound of the piano flowed out lightly.

The girls sat upright and listened intently.

The moon shadow moves westward, the sound of the piano gradually weakens, like heavy snow falling, and it is silent in the end.

Miaoyan was stunned.

Last night, she sat quietly and lighted the lamp, and played the guqin alone, and she had already ended with the song "The Song of Wind and Snow" in her heart.

He Qingqing was so popular that she was far from what she thought, and it was seven times similar to what she thought.

"The original song is more exquisite than the one written in detail, but I am the one who has a dog tail." Miaoyan murmured: "I know what kind of person you are to write such a song. If you have the fate to meet you in this life..."

She was in a daze and forgot to smile.

"Fairy Miaoyan." He Qingqing knew why, and he felt a little sad when he heard this, "This is what I can tell you."

Miaoyan came back to her senses: "It's okay, how could it make things difficult for you?"

Qin Xian couldn't even ask who could let He Qingqing speak. Miaoyan thought that one day, she would be able to see the composer with her own eyes.

...

The treasure ship was walking through the clouds and mist, and the stars seemed to be within reach.

"When I went to Huawei Sect, I was sitting on a flying boat. At that time, I thought I would be an immortal in the sky after getting on the boat." Zhou Xiaoyun patted the railing and sighed, "Later I thought I would be an outer disciple for the rest of my life."

"Yes, I have accepted my fate and comforted myself every day, and I just work. How many mortals want to come to the Immortal Sect to work, but they still work." Someone said.

"When we leave, Huawei Sect can recruit another group of outer disciples." Some people said.

At the beginning of the journey, the outer disciples were so excited that they could not meditate. They gathered on the deck to breeze and watch the stars, chatting about their own past and future dreams, and whether they were whimsical.

Some people want to learn to refine weapons, some want to be an alchemist, and some want to learn to draw talismans.

If you don’t dare to say anything you are afraid of being ridiculed, the teenagers speak without any scruples tonight because they are on the “pirate ship”.

Suddenly, the wind at the stern of the boat was heard, and a huge shadow of golden light broke through the sea of ​​clouds and chased after him at full speed.

The distance between the two ships continued to shorten. A figure on the bow of the ship was vaguely pointed and said, as if it was a demonstration.

Everyone was shocked.

"Alright, there are pursuers in the future! Go and invite Senior Brother Song!"

"‌, Senior Brother Song is eating noodles, looking for Senior Brother Meng!"

Song Qianji was indeed being stared at the noodles by Meng Heze.

‌I eat more noodles in this life than I have been beaten in my previous life.

Meng Heze stood beside him making tea and smiled with relief.

‌I haven’t cooked noodles for my senior brother for a day and a night.

At first glance, Meng Heze's face changed.

"Senior brother, eat slowly, go!" ‌ threw his apron and rushed out, drew his sword suddenly, and said loudly, "Everyone comes with me!"

All the disciples of the outer sect responded to this, and the sound shook the sky.

"Let's go." Song Qianji followed closely, looked closely, and hurriedly stopped.

Have you ever seen Erque pursuers who shouted like this?

Ji Chen jumped at the bow of the boat, waved his hands hard, and shouted loudly.

The sound was blown away by the violent night wind from high altitude.
Chapter completed!