Chapter 133 Where is the sound of the flute

Everyone talked about Xiandu Dongtian and Lingshan Temple for a while. Chi Songzi saw that it was getting late and ordered Yuqing to entertain the dinner.

Everyone understood and resigned one after another. Yuqing led the real person to the Eight Immortals Cave to hold a vegetarian banquet.

During the banquet, the crazy knife quietly asked Hongxiu, "Do you really want to go?"

Red sleeves gave him a white look and said lightly, "Well, you don't care if I leave or not."

Murong Qiniang smiled and said, "Oh, it's all my fault. I didn't expect her to agree as soon as I proposed and separated you two. My sister is angry with me. It has nothing to do with you."

Hongxiu smiled and said, "How dare I be angry with my sister?"

Qiniang said thoughtfully, "Hmm! You dare not be angry with me, but you vent all your anger on him, hehe.

The crazy knife also laughed and said, "Red sleeve, didn't you say you wanted to stick to me like a fox skin plaster? Is it really cruel to leave me?"

Hongxiu couldn't stand their jokes one after another, and said coldly with their faces, "Humph! I can leave as soon as I want. What's the cruelty? Do you think you are a popular? People like you, not to mention not seeing each other for a few days, even if they haven't seen each other for a few years, it doesn't matter to me.

The mad knife smiled bitterly and said, "That's good. I'm afraid you won't be happy."

Murong Qiniang also smiled and said, "Ha, I think so too. If you are unhappy, you can stay with him, and my sister can go back alone."

Hongxiu sighed, "I'm very happy, very happy. You don't have to cry and pretend to be compassionate. It's good to think about leaving me, the witch, for a long time!"

Murong Qiniang was peeling a lychee from Chicheng Mountain. She was actually quite sad to hear that Hongxiu, but she didn't admit it on the surface. She quickly stuffed the bright white lychee into her mouth, which blocked her baby sister's mouth.

After the banquet broke up, Murong Hongxiu and Murong Qiniang were arranged to live in Ziyun Cave, but Kuangdao and Qingyangzi were arranged in Qingyun Cave diagonally opposite Ziyun Cave.

Kuang Dao just asked two sentences about the recent situation of the fairy capital cave sky. How is Ziyang's uncle's injury? Is Tianxu Taoist Taoist priest still guarding Furong Gorge? Qingyangzi answered one by one and sighed, "It's still the same. Tianxu Taoist priest advocates sticking to the fairy capital cave and doesn't need to ask for help. I have discussed with Ziyang's brother, and I'm afraid it depends on a few of us alone. It's still not enough to order me to come to Yujingdongtian to see the ancestor of Chisong.

The crazy knife nodded and said, "It should be like this, but Lingshan Temple is a crouching tiger and hidden dragon. If the little nephew hadn't hit them unexpectedly and escaped, otherwise I wouldn't have seen my uncle today."

Qingyangzi just shook his head and sighed, "I knew that you must have gone to inquire about Lingshan Temple when you left Xiandu. I didn't expect you to be angry for a while and go in. You must be calm and careful in the future. Don't be arrogant anymore, remember?"

Mad Dao can only nod repeatedly. After all, Qing Yangzi is also old and went to bed early, but Kuang Dao toss and turns, staring at the night outside the window. The past is vivid, and Kuang Dao only feels upset. Finally, I couldn't sleep, so I simply put on my clothes and got up. At the tentacles, I touched the seven-hole purple bamboo flute in the package, and I couldn't help but move my heart.

One flute and one sword to level business, with a crazy reputation for 15 years.

The crazy knife sighed: "I haven't played the flute for many days. I want to come to the place where Han Xiangzi played the flute in Qingyun Cave in Chicheng Mountain. I passed by today and can't miss it."

Crazy knife to tidy up his clothes, hold the purple flute, and step out of the green cloud cave. It's a moonlight!

The moonlight is like frost, sprinkled all over the world, shining the magnificent and charming Chicheng Mountain.

The crazy knife didn't want to think about it, so he ran straight to Wuyue Tower.

Bamboo rain pine organ rhyme, tea smoke understands the sound of moon flute.

In the past, Han Xiangzi played the flute in this building. With a mad knife with admiration for the ancient heart, he went up to this building, and then looked at the hazy moonlight, floating light and shadow. Where the evening wind passed, the mad knife's heart suddenly opened up.

The crazy knife picked up the seven-hole purple bamboo flute, leaned against the railing of Wuyue Building, and let the evening wind brush its face, as if it were the most peaceful and clear heart at this moment.

A tube of Ziqing people blows in the moon hall. The geese rise in the snow and clouds, and the dragon chants smoke and water in the sky.

The sound of the flute is like a complaint, and the moon is full of flowers, as if the Milky Way has fallen to the ground **, and it is like the vast atmosphere between heaven and earth.

Wuyue Tower, wild knife blowing flute, ancient meaning is vast.

I don't know when there was a beautiful person downstairs. The peach-red clothes were peaches in Ziyun Cave. It seemed to be looking at the upstairs of Wuyue, because they were fascinated by the sound of flute, or because of the crazy knife?

Taozhi listened in a stunned way, and suddenly heard a woman's voice from afar behind her: "Sister, listen, the sound of flute comes from here."

Taozhi quickly flashed in the shadow of the tree. As expected, not long after, two women came, who were Murong Hongxiu and Murong Qiniang.

Murong Qiniang said, "What's the fun in the middle of the night? What's the strangeness of blowing a flute? Baba came all the way to listen to the flute.

Red sleeves frowned and said, "Aren't you a little jasper? Even if she is not as proficient in rhythm as me, she should know a little, right?

Murong Qiniang said, "Well, you know, I only know that this is the sound of flute, not playing the flute, nor playing the piano. What's the big deal."

Hongxiu said, "Well, I can hear that the flute is generally six holes, but the sound of this flute is a seven-hole flute. Well, when I first heard it, I thought it was a white jade flute, but now I can hear that it is not jade or gold, nor Banzhu, Xiangfei Guan, but seven-hole purple bamboo flute!"

Murong Qiniang smiled and said, "Oh! It turns out that you can even hear any flute, but it's not a waste of time in the workshop.

Red sleeves were about to say a few sarcastic words when she suddenly saw the figure upstairs of Wuyue and was stunned.

Murong Qiniang looked at it with a flash of eyes. Isn't the Wuyue upstairs under the moonlit night a crazy knife blowing a flute? Looking at the baby sister again, it was secretly funny. She pushed and pulled and put the red sleeves on the Wuyue Building.

Hongxiuqi said, "What are you doing? Don't disturb other people's Yaxing."

Murong Qiniang smiled and said, "I'd like to go up and see if it's a seven-hole purple bamboo flute. Why are you so shy instead? It's strange."

Red sleeves said, "Bah, there's nothing to be shy about." Then he looked up and shouted, "Hey! Crazy knife!"

Murong Qiniang covered her mouth and smiled and hurriedly pushed the red sleeve, but she slipped away quietly.

The crazy knife stopped the sound of the flute, and then I saw that Hongxiu didn't know when she had been on the Wuyue Building. She only said with a faint smile, "Why are you here?"

Red sleeves hugged their palms, swayed left and right in front of their chest, pretending to be nothing had happened, and laughed, "When I heard your flute, my sister and I came, my sister..."

Red sleeves turn around, where is the trace of Murong Qiniang? I can't help laughing bitterly, "Huh? Where's my sister?" But in his heart, he secretly scolded the seventh sister for escaping from the battle. What the hell did she make? She left herself here alone.