He followed the sound of the piano and walked closer and closer, and turned over a dense forest. What appeared in front of him was a small pavilion located in the middle of the lake. There was a floating bridge leading to the shore at the center of the lake, and there were two large stone lions on both sides.

Ning Caichen stood on the shore for a while, but in the end he couldn't help but feel curious and walked up.

He thought to himself: "Is it a senior hermit who plays the guqin in this night moon that lives in seclusion in the deep mountains? It seems that in Lanruo Temple, besides Yan Chixia's dead beard, there is indeed another expert."

Ning Caichen is a Confucian scholar and even thought about it a little more: "The dead beard must have been disagreeable with this hermit master, so he fabricated the lie that he was a monster in the wild to scare me. Fortunately, I heard the sound of the piano, otherwise wouldn't I have missed the hermit?"

He walked a few more steps forward, but he felt something was wrong as he walked. The singing and singing along the wind was like a girl's voice, not what Ning Caichen thought of.

Ning Caichen wanted to meet the hermit who played the piano late at night, but he was afraid that the beauty would be abrupt. While he was hesitating, he suddenly heard someone talking in the woods in the north.

He stopped and quietly hid in the tree branch and pricked up his ears to listen.

But it looked like the voice of two little maids, one of them asked: "Why didn't Miss Xiaoqian come out for a long time?"

Another maid replied: "Miss Xiaoqian is used to practicing piano at this time every night, and it must be almost over."

The maid who asked the question before sighed and said, "It was also grandma who indulged her, otherwise she would have the freedom to practice the piano?"

The other maid's voice sounded very panicked, and she scolded him with some concern: "Shh, in front of grandma, only she and Xiao Zhuo are the most favored. Be careful that when Miss Xiaoqian hears it, she goes to Grandma's place to complain."

The maid who sighed quickly covered her voice and said whispered: "Miss Xiaoqian looks like a fairy in the painting. If I were a man, she would have been hooked away by her. Who else would grandma like if she didn't like her?"

The voices of the two maids suddenly faded away, and later they said something, but Ning Caichen couldn't hear clearly at all.

However, this also filled the doubts in his heart. Ning Caichen said in his heart: "Ah, it turns out that this is the lady of an official family. Maybe he was temporarily boarded because he rushed past here. No wonder I didn't see any traces of other people living in the monk's house for a long time."

After a while, there was no sound in the bushes, Ning Caichen turned around and quietly heard the music of the piano. However, the little lady in the pavilion in the middle of the lake seemed to have discovered something, and the music in her hand stopped and asked, "Who is outside?"

The voice was gentle and melodious, like the spring breeze in February. Ning Caichen opened his eyes intoxicated by the music of the piano and looked along the floating bridge. He was indeed an extremely beautiful girl who was practicing the piano in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

He quickly walked up to the floating bridge and said to Miss Xiaoqian: "I have no malice, I just heard the girl playing the piano and coming here with the music."

The girl Xiaoqian behind the guqin lowered her head, as if she was a little shy and a little confused and at a loss.

When Miss Xiaoqian saw a living person coming into the pavilion, she was startled and then pursed her lips to reveal a pure and flawless smile like a little girl. She stroked her hands on the strings of the guqin and continued to play.

Ning Caichen is also a music lover. Before such a beautiful beauty, even if he didn’t like music before, he would probably have another hobby immediately.

He saw that Miss Xiaoqian was not concerned about her arrival, and he was also happy and walked a few steps forward in the pavilion and said, "Girl, don't be afraid. I just admire the girl's piano skills!"

Just as he was about to find a place to sit down, a lightning suddenly appeared on his chest, with a low thunder sound.

The girl Xiaoqian's hand slid, and the strings on the guqin suddenly broke. A ray of thunder that was invisible to ordinary eyes turned into sharp silver light and hit Miss Xiaoqian's body.

This is the thunder talisman given by Xuan Kong that sensed the aura of the demon and was automatically protecting the master.

Miss Xiaoqian has been under her grandmother for only a few decades. Although she was forcibly elevated to the realm of a ghost immortal with the help of her grandmother, she was still threatened in the face of such pure Yang thunder.

She didn't dare to block it, so she quickly bent down to avoid the lightning.

Fortunately, the lightning in Ning Caichen's arms disappeared in just a flash and no more attacks were launched. However, what happened suddenly was enough to surprise Ning Caichen, so that he did not understand the situation at all and did not know what was going on.

He saw Xiaoqian lying lazily on the ground, like a fairy like a snow mountain, as if she was a elves from another world, so beautiful that she was clear and agile, but her face turned a little white. He quickly asked with concern: "What's wrong with the girl? Did she get hurt by the strings?"

Miss Xiaoqian's eyes were flowing. Seeing that Ning Caichen did not doubt her identity, she plotted to her heart.

She gently relaxed the gauze on her hand, and the white gauze suddenly fluttered with the night wind, like a white cloud embellishing the starry sky at night. Miss Xiaoqian covered her lips lightly and said anxiously: "Ah, my gauze..."

At any moment, it should be when a man takes action. Ning Caichen asked himself that a man was also standing up and said, "Sha, okay, I'll pick it up for you!"

Miss Xiaoqian turned her wonderful eyes and looked at the scholar calmly, but she secretly pinched a magic trick in her hand. Ning Caichen only felt that his feet slipped and he actually stepped forward and fell into the lake.

This is exactly the cleverness of Miss Xiaoqian. In just a moment, she had already blessed a layer of charming martial arts and spells, which made her look even more beautiful and unfacing. In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, she gently exposed half of her white and tender calves and a delicate and small jade foot.

A beauty in front of me came out to save her, Ning Caichen quickly climbed back to the pavilion in the middle of the lake and said with lingering fear: "Why is the water of this lake so deep?"

He didn't even consider how there was such a bend of lake in such a gloomy mountain forest.

Climbing up the shore from the cold lake water, Ning Caichen was still thinking about the white gauze floating in the lake water, and said to Miss Xiaoqian: "This water is really deep and cold. I will pick it up for you tomorrow morning."

Miss Xiaoqian is not the white veil in the lake. She is the man Ning Caichen, and she took advantage of the situation and threw herself into Ning Caichen's arms. Miss Xiaoqian clearly knew her charm, and no man could resist such temptation.

Ning Caichen rubbed his eyes hard and saw that Xiaoqian was leaning against him. He quickly reached out and pushed Xiaoqian away. However, when he touched Xiaoqian, he immediately shrank back and asked in confusion: "Miss, are you sick? Why are your hands colder than mine?" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!