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Chapter 8 But the old friend 2

Luo Ge was in a daze, but she vaguely heard the sound of a clear piano.

In just a moment, Luo Ge was shocked.

This familiar sound of the piano...

Knowing in his heart that the strength of his body could only reach the perfection of the ninth level of foundation building, Luo Ge hastily ended his breakthrough, stood up, looked for the sound of the piano, and left, leaving Shang alone in a daze.

The dragon in it never leaves.

Long Buli was looking at Luo Ge in a trance when he suddenly saw her stand up suddenly and run away. He blinked his eyes and his heart skipped a beat.

What is she doing in such a hurry? Does she know that ending her training hastily will damage her cultivation?

"Women are so troublesome!" Long Buli snorted in disgust, but kept walking.

He jumped up and followed him in a few moments.

Don't ask why he is so anxious about Luo Ge, he just has a doctor's heart.

He just cares about his patients.

Well, that must be the case.

On the eastern border of Black Spring Forest, in a bamboo pavilion, a young man was playing the harp.

Let's talk about the appearance of the young master. He is so handsome and extraordinary. Under the beautiful eyebrows, a pair of starry eyes are warm, deep and shining. The bridge of the nose is high and the lips are lightly curved, which makes him look like someone in a painting.

He is a living god. He is wearing a purple brocade robe with wide sleeves, three thousand blue silk threads tied up with a purple jade crown, and two tassels, which is really eye-catching.

The breeze came slowly, blowing the broken hair on his forehead, and also blowing the sandalwood scent from the stove in the pavilion. When the young master played the piano, his ten fingers were clearly articulated, slender and well-proportioned, like a dragon swimming in the clouds.

If everyone looked at him from a distance, they would secretly sigh that this young master is as gentle as jade, elegant and noble.

At this time, a young master in a blue robe walked up not far away. This young master was also handsome. With his eyebrows and facial features, even though he was a beautiful and fragrant young daughter, he was afraid of seeing this young master.

He had to bow his head shyly, feeling ashamed of himself. It is not an exaggeration to describe the young man in blue as a man who has conquered the country and conquered the city.

"Yun Fanjun is very hot-tempered, but I have to count the leaves on the tree over and over again. It's so boring." The young man in blue sat beside the bamboo pavilion, dragging his cheeks with his hands, looking at the young man playing the piano, his eyes full of impetuousness.

"Azesu doesn't like to meditate, he just finds it boring. After I finish playing this song, I will leave." The purple-robed young man twirled his fingers and looked at him calmly.

Mizusawa curled his lips, held out a bottle of wine with his backhand, poured a sip into his mouth, and smacked his mouth happily: "Good wine is good wine, but without the long sword to accompany it, it seems that you have lost a bit of soul.

Yun Fanjun thinks Wuhen’s words are wrong?”

"It's correct." Qi Jiu, the purple-robed young man, smiled slightly and suddenly exerted force with his ten fingers.

The long harp under his hand made a wonderful sound. The sound spread out with a faint light visible to the naked eye, and immediately caused a low sound of breathing that ordinary people could not hear.

"Well... there are five out of thirty, all of whom are building the foundation of the Nine Heavens and the Great Perfection, occupying the southeast, northwest and northwest. Mr. Yun Fan, although these people are here for you, why don't you let me have some fun with you?"

This remote countryside is really boring to me." He raised his head and drank a sip of wine from the pot. Shui Zekong squinted his eyes, with a smile in his eyes and an inhumane coldness in his smile.

"what ever."

Qi Jiu continued to strum the strings, the rhythm of the music was still the same, but the tune gradually became louder and louder unconsciously, as if he was singing an ancient war song.

"Drink a full pot of wine and kill all the demons with your sword." Shui Zekong drank the wine in the pot and threw it away. A pair of phoenix eyes flashed with light. He leaned in the bamboo pavilion and stretched out his arms lazily. Pointing towards the forest with one hand, he opened his lips lightly and said, "Here comes the sword."

A roaring sword sound was heard in mid-air, a strong wind blew by, and a long blue sword came out of the air and rushed into the deep forest.

The long sword danced in the wind and shuttled freely through the forest. It only took a moment for it to fly out and land steadily in front of Mizuze Kong.

If there is any change in it, it is probably due to the blood stained on the sword.

After the long sword returned to Shui Zekong, there was a strange tremor in the surrounding woods, and then dozens of corpses wearing black assassin uniforms fell down. If you count them carefully, isn't it just thirty to five?

"Chongli, you're so good." Shui Zekong hooked his fingers and called the blue long sword into his hand. He wiped the blood from the sword in the air with his sleeves and threw it into the air. "Let's go back to the spiritual world to raise the sword. Gourd, good for growing and nourishing."

The Chongli Sword made a long sound, spun around in mid-air, opened a crack, and disappeared inside.

"Yun Fanjun is traveling to the eastern border. He is not looking for medicinal materials or spiritual objects. Could it be that he is here for fun?" Shui Zekong put his head in his hands and glanced sideways at the young master playing the piano.

"You should be free in life, and you should be free in death. There are great rivers and mountains in the world. Wouldn't it be a waste if you don't take a good look at them when you have the ability?" Qi Jiu lowered his head and continued to stroke the long qin. When the last note fell, he raised his head and said lightly He said, "Your Excellency, what do you think when you listen to the piano?"

Shui Zekong immediately cast his gaze to the forest aside.

It turns out there is another person.

"I was careless." He smiled and yawned.

"Young Master looks so familiar, and his accomplishments on the piano are also extraordinary." came an ethereal and easy-going voice, and then a black shadow jumped out of the forest and landed steadily in front of the bamboo pavilion.

Luo Ge first glanced at Shui Zekong, and after a brief moment of surprise, he turned his attention to the young man playing the piano who was sitting upright.

The veil fluttered slightly in the breeze, tightly covering the daze in the eyes of the owner of the veil.

This man looks very much like him, but his temperament is very different. He came out of the ice, and people are afraid to come close to him. But this young man is like the rough jade that has been tempered, gentle and moist. Incomparable.

But if she didn't take a closer look, she would actually feel that the two came from the same mold.

"Young lady is so complimentary." Qi Jiu's peripheral vision fell on the forest, paused for a moment, and then turned his eyes to Luo Ge in front of him.

"Moshang is like jade, and his son is unparalleled in the world. I have an old friend, and he is so handsome, and he can play the piano. Just now, the little girl heard the faint music of the piano, and she thought it was my old friend returning, so she hid I went into the forest and eavesdropped for a while. Now I took a closer look and found that they are indeed not very similar. It was the little girl who was abrupt, and I hope you can forgive me." Luo Ge bowed his head and bowed, and smiled loudly, "The little girl's name is Luo Ge. , since we are destined to be together, I wonder if you two young masters can make friends?"

"Qi Jiu." Qi Jiu smiled lightly.

"Shui Zekong." Shui Zekong sat up slowly, "Little girl, what are you doing here in this deserted place?"

"What are you two doing here?" Luo Ge asked.

"Grandpa, I'm not related to you, so why should I tell you?" Mizuze rolled his eyes.
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