Chapter 52 Music and Dance Wrath

After the two left, the woman who had been frightened several times in a row was obviously a little tired. She squatted down weakly, supported her head with her hands, and her eyebrows were locked, as if she was thinking about something.

Canglan watched the two leave from afar and looked back slightly. Seeing that the woman squatting on the ground was so decadent at this time, she couldn't help asking, "Who are you and why did you come to Xuanyue Valley?"

The woman turned her head and looked at Canglan, blinked gently, pouted for a while, and then got up. She looked at Canglan and said seriously, "My name is Ye Qingwu. When I was very young, I had no father or mother. Originally, I was from Shuozhou, who was far away from here, but suddenly one day, these Xuanyue Valley disciples found me and did not explain why. Just bring me here."

"Ye Qingwu." Canglan muttered the name and looked up to see the beautiful scenery of the pear blossoms falling and flying. He couldn't help sighing softly, "What a beautiful name." He lowered his eyes and looked at Ye Qingwu, "Why did they bring you to Xuanyue Valley?"

Ye Qingwu glanced at his mouth, "I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm very strange."

"Strange?" Cang Lan smiled faintly and said, "Miss Ye is so handsome and grateful. How can she be strange to say that?"

Ye Qingwu poofed in his heart. The intention of gratitude is not to say that he came to look for Jiuyin's "retribution". At present, his embarrassed face turned red. Looking at Canglan, he could only smile and frown embarrassedly, "Sister, she doesn't know my past. If she knows, she will definitely not like me."

Canglan smiled lightly. Everyone has some unbearable past events. Since this woman can only be described as strange words, how can she ask again, so she asked other things. However, Ye Qingwu is also a very kind woman. She is not restrained, lively and cheerful, and she also talks a lot with Canglan. It's a deed.

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At this time, the sleeping nine tones in the room also slowly woke up. Seeing that the house was already bright, and hearing the soft conversation outside the door, they were about to get up.

After this night's sleep, Jiuyin didn't even have a dream, but occasionally opened her eyes in a daze and closed them in a daze. For Jiuyin, or sleeping is the best healing medicine. In addition, Gu Xiao personally prepared some recuperation medicine, and his body is almost better at this time.

He tried to shake his head and reluctantly made himself more sober. He got out of bed and put on his shoes. He just stood up and found a strange object, which was the pen of Ye Qingwu. Jiuyin curiously picked up the thing and took it in his hand and looked at it. Jiuyin recognized it, and Canglan had also written in this way when he was away from Tianshui Moon Palace. It's just that Jiuyin is quite puzzled, how can this be ** in himself?

Holding the pen in his hand, Jiuyin yawned a lot, straightened his clothes and walked to the door. As soon as I walked out of the door, I saw the familiar figure. I was overjoyed and called happily, "Master."

Hearing the sound of Jiuyin, Canglan looked back. However, when Canglan saw Jiuyin, her whole body suddenly froze. Staring at Jiuyin's face, his bright eyes blinked gently, and he actually laughed out.

When Ye Qingwu heard the sound of Jiuyin, he already felt bad. Now he also saw the appearance of Jiuyin, and he couldn't help laughing.

Jiuyin looked at the two puzzledly. Although he didn't know why they laughed, he also smiled and felt happy when he saw the owner who had always disliked to laugh. But he didn't know how cute his handsome face was with the turtle pattern painted by Ye Qingwu.

Canglan suddenly remembered that Ye Qingwu was just in the room, and such a masterpiece must have come from her. Looking back at Ye Qingwu, his eyes were slightly harsh, which made Ye Qingwu stop laughing in an instant.

Jiuyin didn't remember seeing Ye Qingwu for a while, but in Ye Qingwu's clear and bright eyes, he saw pride and cunning. He took a rough look at Ye Qingwu, then went to Canglan and handed the pen to Canglan, and asked, "Master, who owns this pen?"

Ye Qingwu quietly took a step back.

Canglan took the pen in his hand and looked at Jiuyin's face. His dark eyes were looking at himself seriously. He raised his hand and took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve. The handkerchief exuded a faint orchid fragrance, and a butterfly was embroidered in one corner, gently wiping the ink for him.

"Are you feeling better?" Cang Lan asked softly.

Jiuyin couldn't understand why the master suddenly made this move, but he still answered seriously, "It's much better, and my heart is not so painful, but I feel very stuffy."

Ye Qingwu still took two steps back. Seeing that his master and servant did not notice him, he wanted to escape at the right time.

"Miss Ye." As soon as he turned around, Ye Qingwu was called by Canglan.

"If I go out like this, I can't guarantee whether Miss Ye will be taken away by Xuanyue Valley disciples." Cang Lan still wiped the ink on his face for Jiuyin, but those words were said to Ye Qingwu.

Ye Qingwu stiffened and walked in place, and he didn't know what to do for a moment. Cang Lan turned around and continued to Ye Qingwu, "Between the two, Miss Ye should also have her own measure. I just suggest that as for how the girl chooses, I will not participate."

Ye Qingwu pouted and didn't say anything for a long time. He turned his back to Canglan and made countless grimace faces. He only muttered in his heart that it was a dead end. Should he stay or not?

Jiuyin looked at the two with a puzzled face. He really didn't understand what the master was wiping for himself. While the master was talking to Ye Qingwu, he touched his face with his hand, but what he saw was full of ink. Subconsciously looked at the pen in his hand and the ink in his hand. Thinking of the surprise and pride of another woman, he understood what was on his face.

Jiuyin was so angry that he wanted to find a mirror around to see what he looked like, but there was nothing. Looking around and seeing a water tank in the corner of the wall, he ran straight up and probed his head to the surface of the water. The reflection inside is clearly showing his appearance, which is a messy face that has been painted.

Looking at herself like this, Jiuyin was so angry that such a masterpiece would never be the owner, and at this time, it was the only woman.

Ye Qingwu muttered for a long time before turning around, lowered his head, and dared not speak with his small mouth. I want to go out, but I dare not, but staying here, I don't know what the woman in front of me will do to me. Looking at the relationship between the two, I will not spare myself.

"You." Jiuyin put his hands in his waist, his face was fierce, and his eyes burst into a light of murder. He pointed to Ye Qingwu and said angrily, "Did you draw my face, you say?"

Because he never knew that there was a water tank nearby, he thought that Jiuyin should not know Ye Qingwu's good deeds, so Cang Lan let Ye Qingwu stay. Later, he went to water for Jiuyin to wash his face. Unexpectedly, Jiuyin found the water tank and saw his face clearly.

ying Jiuyin's angry eyes, Ye Qingwu was not afraid at all. He turned his body and put his hands around his chest and snorted coldly, "What about me? Who let you be rude to me last time? This is a report."

Jiuyin was stunned, "Last time? Impeousness? When did I vouch you, I..." With that, Jiuyin looked at Ye Qingwu, as if he remembered something, and suddenly realized, "I remember, last time in the jungle, you..."

"Stop..." Ye Qingwu waved his hand and blocked what Jiuyin said next. "I tell you, you can't mention that again."

"Don't mention it? So what are you doing here? And painted my face like this."

"You deserve it. Who made you so annoying?" Ye Qingwu raised his little head and said proudly, regardless of Jiuyin's angry eyes that wanted to kill people.

"Tell your last sentence again." Jiuyin clenched his fist, looked at Ye Qingwu, and said these two words resentfully from between his teeth.

It seems that Ye Qingwu was very happy to see Jiuyin angry and made a grimace for Jiuyin. "You hate you, but it's very annoying. People all over the world hate you. You are a nuisance. How about it? Angry? Why don't you bite me?"

"Ah." Jiuyin couldn't help bursting. How can this person say that he hates himself? How can he say that he hates himself in front of his master? Looking at Ye Qingwu's proud appearance, he couldn't help but get angry. He ran forward and wanted to clean up the girl. Ye Qingwu hid quickly. The two of them chased me in the yard and ran happily.

The two seemed to look more and more like enemies, and they fought as soon as they met. Jiuyin's temperament, Canglan, is extremely well understood, and he will not do anything too much to Ye Qingwu Jiuyin. When this calms down, things will pass. Moreover, looking at Jiuyin's lively appearance, his body is already big. Although Ye Qingwu's words are tricky, he is not bad-hearted, and Cang Lan doesn't have to worry about what big problems they will really make.

Looked at the two people who were fighting, stared at the endless pear blossoms, hesitated for a moment, and then walked out of the garden.

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The third floor of Taixu Pavilion, Luoxian Pavilion. When the White Emperor Xianzun founded Xuanyue Valley, he founded the Taixu Pavilion, and the third floor was the place where he usually practiced and retreated. In Xuanyue Valley, except for the owner of the valley, disciples are never allowed to enter. The second-floor attic Tibetan Sword Pavilion can usually enter as long as you get the permission of the valley owner, but there is no precedent for Luoxian Pavilion.

In the Luoxian Pavilion, because it is on the top floor of the attic, the scope is not as wide as the Shuxiang Pavilion, but the whole room is cleverly decorated and is full of strange things, so the room looks solemn rather than simple.

Entering this pavilion, you can see the white beads hanging in the center of the room. The beads are smooth and about the size of a fist. The white light all over the body illuminates the whole room. The light is soft, like the sunlight shining diagonally, which is warm.