Tang Xiao whispers on the Nine-grade lotus platform every day, sweating profusely, and others occasionally end up fighting with him. Even if they don’t use their magic power, Tang Xiao still has no power, and is beaten around like a ball. He is not discouraged. He haha, and then he beats again, so the new injury is added to the old one, and his nose and face are a bit funny every day.

Li Shaobai likes to read the most. Now he has an all-encompassing dragon armor god in his mind, which is like a treasure. Every day, he is whispering around the door, but he is thinking about the mystery. However, because he is too obsessed with the spirit, he often walks to the jade dragon dance path and falls down, or falls into a slanting wind and drizzle lake and turns into a chicken, or hits the hanging ladder connecting Jiuge Feiyan, which is often injured, but he is comparable to Tang Xiao. Naturally, he is not a man who talks about war on paper, but he is crazy when he occasionally gets something. When he calms down, he goes to Zhang Heng to practice it. Now, in the Lianjing Youfeng Mountain, there are many big formations, and all the Qimen Dunjia Arrays can be seen everywhere, and they are doing it.

Xia Chan'er was afraid that the sound of the pipa would disturb Li Shaobai, so she would go to "Shaosiming", one of the Jiuge Feiyan. It was covered with green trees and a small pavilion surrounded by streams, which was quite quiet. She practiced in it and was content with her joy. The bright moon and flying phoenix are magic weapons in the world of cultivation. She played it very hard with the body of a mortal. Even if she had a finger-picking knife to protect her fingers, she still played it with blood. Ten fingers were connected to the heart, and the pain was imagined. Xiao Shiyi helped her bandage her fingers, but saw her smiling brightly, humming music lightly, and she couldn't say anything to her mouth.

Xiao Shiyi looked at Xiao Qi who was having a lot of food. Tang Xiao and Li Shaobai were blue and purple on their faces. Finally, they turned their eyes to the blue and white dress, with a wooden hairpin interspersed between them, and Xia Chan'er was obsessed with the rhythm.

His fists tightened. From the moment Tianlanxuan rose up from the ground, he understood the responsibility on his shoulders. One day, he would become the guardian of this pure land.

"Those who violate Tianlan will be punished even if they are far away!"

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Thoughts are still flying, and the singing continues, ethereal and melodious.

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When will the bright moon appear? I asked the blue sky with wine.

I don’t know what year it will be tonight in the palace in the sky?

I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid of the jade building and jade pavilion.

The high place is cold.

Dancing and playing with the clear shadows, how come it is like being in the world!

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Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful house, shining without sleep.

There should be no hatred, so why does it take forever to part?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases,

This is a matter of no end.

I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away. (Note 1)

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The string sound is swaying, the moon is hazy, and the gentle voice lingers, floating away slowly.

Many years later, when the entire cultivation world was in full swing, the person who listened to the piano music returned to Tianlan Xuan with exhaustion, he realized that even though the outside world was turning upside down, Tianlan's night was still as quiet as before and had not changed at all.

(Note 1: Song Dynasty, Su Shi, "Shui Tu Songtou")

When I wrote this plot, I listened to Faye Wong's "Shuitu Songtou" many times, and I felt it very much!
Chapter completed!