Yan Dynasty forbids cultivating immortals

After the meal, the two walked out of the restaurant, and Yang Qi dragged them to the teahouse without saying hello.A corner came to the teahouse today, the screen was pulled, the gavel was slapped, each person took a mouthful, blowing out the momentum of thousands of troops, winning the whole house.

Yang Qi didn't seem to have heard enough, he was still in high spirits when he came out of the teahouse, he tugged at Shen Changliu's sleeve, "Go, I'll take you to listen to something nice."

Shen Changliu looked hesitant, but he couldn't help but say that he was dragged away by Yang Qi. Yang Qi led the people around and ran back to Qushuiting Street.

The two big characters "Lanyuan" on the red-bottomed plaque are shining brightly, and the palm-sized door of Buliuke is diagonally opposite.The girls all put on Fen Cui jackets and punched Fen fists on Yang Qi with a smile.

"Hey, why did Yang Lang think of us again today~"

"Where did the handsome little man next to me come from? He looks so handsome~"

Yang Qi smiled and brushed the red crisp hands of the girls. He was very close to Shen Changliu, covered by the big sleeves of his toga, with a smile on his face, and he tightened Shen Changliu's sleeves in private where no one else could see, for fear that this person would run away. .

After finally getting out of the pile of incense powder, Yang Qi won the hearts of countless girls along the way, and led the familiar people to the second floor.Nianhua girl's boudoir has been sealed all the time, no one sets foot in it, and the exquisite brass lock quietly guards the door.Although she is no longer there, she has become a legend with fragrance in the history of the world, so this place is also offered up like the fairy Yuhuatai.

Yang Qi smiled at Shen Changliu, "Wait", and then poured out his inner strength, hearing something "crack" inside the brass lock, Yang Qi made a hook with his index finger, flicked the brass lock, and the lock cylinder rattled It fell out and was caught by Yang Qi smoothly.

Yang Qi triumphantly shook the lock cylinder in his hand to Shen Changliu, pushed open the door, and called Shen Changliu, "Come in."

It happened that a young servant came over with a drink, and when he saw someone pick the lock and was about to call for someone, he saw Yang Qi gesture to him for silence, the young servant saw that it was him, smiled and passed.

There is nothing left in the house, so if you don't do business at a loss, all the girls who can use it to decorate other girls have already moved away.Shen Changliu wandered around in the empty room, his eyes swept over the unnamed paintings on the wall, he still held Yang Qi's knife in his hand, which Yang Qi handed over to him in the teahouse at that time.The knife bag is a layer of burlap, with a circle of knots tied on it. Yang Qi tossed it to him and said it was for self-defense, but seeing that it was wrapped so tightly, it would be troublesome to pull it out in case of an emergency. Is it used as a fire stick?

The scrolls were randomly inserted in the large celadon vat, and a fan was abruptly placed horizontally. The fan was half opened, revealing a few lines of elegant cursive script. Shen Changliu picked up the fan and slowly unfolded it.

"Meeting each other in a hurry, I regret that the kindness is too thin. In an instant, the cloud and rain are abandoned. Taught me to think, my skin is like peeling. I hate only hate, which violates the old covenant.

When lovesickness becomes sick, the rain falls even more.The heartbroken man is at the corner of the appendix.Mountains are far away, rivers are far away, and people are far away, and news is hard to trust.This taste is evil at dusk. "

Shen Changliu put away the paper fan, knowing that this poem about heartbroken lovesickness was written by Wang Caizi, and no one else has such talent except him.But for Nianhua, no matter how talented Wang Caizi is, if he can't pay for money, even if he poach his heart, what's the use.

There was a distant, elegant sound of the piano flowing out from the window, Shen Changliu was startled, and followed the sound of the piano.A qin was placed on the qin platform, and Yang Qi sat in front of the qin platform, lightly twirling and slowly twirling and picking. The smooth, melodious, inner-peaceful melody poured out from his hands, as if floating slightly on the surface of a windless lake. waves.

Shen Changliu slowly knelt down in front of the piano stage, but Yang Qi was completely immersed in the piano, and the surroundings seemed to be empty, and he didn't even look at Shen Changliu.

A piece of Guangling San, Shen Changliu slowly closed his eyes amidst the intermittent zither sounds, the surrounding noise receded like a tide, the sky and the earth were so high and far away, only the tail zither was left in the vastness of the world, and the frequency was in line with the breath of the world.Shen Changliu seemed to have turned into dust in the void, and realized that the sky and the sea were boundless, and his own suffering was only a drop in the ocean, so the fire in his heart slowly calmed down, as calm as an old monk entering meditation.

I don't know how long Yang Qi played, but when Shen Changliu opened his eyes, the twilight was already falling. Yang Qi fiddled with a pot of wine in front of him, and asked with a smile, "How is it? I'm pretty good at playing the piano, right?"

Shen Changliu nodded sincerely.

Yang Qi pushed a wine glass over, "I think it sounds good, I'll play it for you every day from now on."

Shen Changliu's hand that took the cup paused, then reached out to hold it again.

Yang Qi didn't seem to see his hesitation, and urged: "Drink it quickly, it's going to be cold.

The two returned without leaving any guests, and only Chen Bi was inside. Yang Qi asked where the other two juniors were, and Chen Bi said they had gone to the Izumo School.Yang Qi was puzzled, and Chen Bi went on to explain that today the people from the Izumo Sect sent a letter written by Daoist Yu Yan. major.So I didn't go into details in the letter.

"The killer is still here, and the main clues are concentrated here. With the matter of Mr. Situ and the head of Hengnan, I can't escape for the time being, so I asked Lu Li and Eleven to come and get back Xu Qilan's belongings. It's urgent, so I left in a hurry and didn't come to tell you in time."

Shen Changliu was silent, Yang Qi understood, and left without saying a word. It was not because of the urgency at all. He made it clear that Eleven was still angry with Shen Changliu and didn't want to see him, so he just let it go and left for a while.

Farewell without saying goodbye, no matter how well Chen Bi said it, it’s useless. Eleven just doesn’t want to see him now. Although Yang Qi doesn’t know where Shen Changliu’s resistance to Chen Bi comes from, his intuition is not too simple, so Before he knew the reason between the two of them, he would not make any judgments on the relationship between Shen Changliu and Chen Bi, so he only patted Shen Changliu on the shoulder reassuringly.

The air was a bit stagnant, just as Jiu Xian came in from the outside, saw the three of them sticking here like stakes, and then pushed them away, "Stop standing around here, go find a place to sleep, the people from Situ City are coming to smash the place gone."

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