[Ancient Sword] Outsider

[Ancient Sword] Outsider

Author: Chang Cheng

Jinjiang 2014-06-23 End

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The swing in the wall is outside the wall, the pedestrians outside the wall, and the beautiful lady in the wall laughs.

Laughing gradually fell silent, but passionate but was ruthlessly annoyed.

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The writing style is hypocritical, and the author has a snake spirit disease.Those who are unwell please escape by themselves.

Slag Cheng personally doesn’t think this article is BE... Well, in short, Mr. Xing is tired of falling in love from the beginning to the end, with a niche taste.

Finally, I would like to emphasize that the author loves the little angel Prince Changqin instead of Boss Ouyang, the snake spirit patient. Although I love the snake spirit disease deeply, I am a person with a stand! (true and false……

?(?)? Happy eating!

Content tags: A special liking for a masterpiece made in heaven and the original work to the game online game

Search keywords: Protagonist: Soul Refining┃Supporting role: Prince Changqin┃Others: Ancient, BE

Chapter 1

Mr. Du'er Xing set foot in the beautiful Mt. Li by accident, and after only taking a few steps, he felt a trace of regret in his heart.

The mountain is full of Ruomu with many red flowers, covered by light thin clouds, you can vaguely see the elegant demeanor of Mt. Jing Xinsheng admired, and his mind lingered.

But Du'er Xingjun was even more apprehensive. She stopped and listened carefully, as if there was a faintly wonderful piano sound rippling in the wind. Nandou Xingjun has always liked such elegant things as burning incense and playing the piano, but this time, he always felt dark A voice in God's will reminded her: Don't go forward again.

"Soul refining?"

She looks like a pure girl, Shangsheng Xingjun in a pink shirt turned her head and urged her companions in doubt, this mountain is so beautiful, she couldn't bear to go deeper to find out, and she didn't care about Duer Xingjun's little brother at the moment. Little stagnation, he pulled the opponent's sleeve and jumped forward.

Du'er Xingjun looks like Shangsheng's eldest sister, only delicate eyebrows and eyes are more unruly and romantic, at this time with a little helplessness and connivance, let Shangsheng pull his sleeves, suppressing his heart Scruples, just watch the mountains and rivers leisurely.

As for the sixth Tianji Palace, which ranks last among the Six Star Lords of the Southern Dipper, Dali Xingjun is the supervisor of Shangsheng, and the other five Xingjun have always been extraordinarily generous. Brothers and sisters, add more intimacy to each other.

The two Xingjun walked a few more steps, and the sound of the originally broken piano gradually became clear. The lively Shangsheng Xingjun said curiously: "I don't know who it is that plays the piano so beautifully."

Du'er Xingjun refined his soul thoughtfully.A few days ago, she heard that the god of fire, Zhu Rong, had obtained three good zithers, namely Fenglai, Huanglai, and Luanlai. Exerting the technique of life-soul traction to transform the zither spirit into a human body-since the emperor was involved, the soul-refining also stopped thinking about chasing the zither, but I felt a little regretful in my heart.

Perhaps most of the gods are not aware of it yet, but she still understands it in her heart.No matter how good the piano is, no matter how elegant it is, once it involves the undercurrent between the emperor and the emperor of the earth, it will no longer be a good object to grasp.

It's just, what a pity...

Because of that regret, when he mentioned the beautiful sound of the qin in the mountains, the first thing Du'er Xingjun thought of was the Feng Laiqin that was said to have been saved as a human being, the adopted son of the Vulcan Zhu Rong, and the prince Changqin.

This thought only flashed for a moment, and the green-clothed fairy shook her head mockingly, pushing this groundless guess to the back of her mind, and did not stop Shangsheng Xingjun from jumping up and down to the top of the mountain , after all, being naughty in life is naughty, but it also has the power to protect itself.

She leaned over and stretched out her hands to hold the crystal clear stream, the cold touch made her feel better again, a black water gnat emerged from the bottom of the water, the little guy first poked its head around, then raised its head straight look at her.

Lianhun noticed that the water lizard has a pair of golden eyes. This kind of weak creature can be seen everywhere in the mountains, but there are not many such eyes, which can be called rare.Therefore, Xing Jun, who was a little too busy to panic, held back a smile, and confronted the little 虺 in a serious manner.

The water pheasant did not have the self-awareness that Mr. Xing was making fun of him for his serious appearance. It stared at the other party for a while, and then suddenly opened its mouth and said, "I have never seen you in the mountains."

It looks quite serious, as if it is examining the stranger who broke into the mountain in front of it, with the demeanor of its owner.

Du'er Xingjun couldn't help but smile because of this.

"I'm Soul Refining, and I accidentally entered this mountain, this place...is very good."

On the fifth day, Duer Wenchang, the master of refining souls in the Shugong Palace, forgot his too long title, and praised Mishan by the way, and sure enough, he nodded his head with a proud look, and felt another burst of emotion in his heart. Smile welling up.

This little guy is really funny.

"My name is Qianyu." The tone of the water beetle Qianyu was a little higher, Lianhun guessed that it was in a happy mood now, and heard it say again, "Do you hear the sound of the zither? I always hear the sound of the zither, especially today good."

The female fairy in Tsing Yi listened for a while, then nodded appreciatively.

"It's really wonderful. But Qianyu, you always listen to the qin in this mountain, but you never want to see the player who plays the qin?"

The golden-eyed water pheasant froze.

The words of refining the soul awakened it in an instant.Why don't you go and see the piano player?Maybe they can become friends, after all, it always listens to him playing the piano on the mountain, and occasionally feels a little lonely.

Not only does it feel lonely, but it also seems to feel the loneliness in the sound of the piano.

So why not go see it?

The little beetle shook its head, and the tail in the water also swayed.

"You're right, I should go see him." Qian Yu wagged his tail again, as if he was being swayed by the waves, "What about you?"

"...Naturally we will go together."

Du'er Xingjun, who couldn't help but smile in his heart because of a little cobra, once again suppressed the intensified ominous premonition in his heart, and walked towards the mountain as he snaked away in the water.

A young man with black hair in white clothes sits on the ground on the stone platform that grows out of the mountainside. The original Fenglaiqin is placed in front of him. After the song is over, the lingering sound lingers. In the stream not far away, the red flowers of Ruomuxi go with the flow. , dotted the ink-like landscape with bright colors.

The prince stroking the strings of the long qin slightly, feeling a little sad in his heart.

He was born from the qin by the phoenix, and was inducted into a human body by Nuwa. If Zhu Rong has a father-son relationship with him, then the mountain where the phoenix came to fetch the wood is like his hometown, and every plant and tree is fascinating. Dream around, heart fascinated.

He often leaves the cliffs where the gods live, and comes to Mt. Ma to play the piano, and the misty scenery in front of him is exactly the scene of his hometown in his dreams.

Today's piece can be said to be the most satisfying piece among all his qin pieces, but after one piece, apart from being satisfied, there is also a little loneliness in his heart.

High mountains and flowing water, no one comes to make peace.It's not lonely.

The young man in white was making a slight sound, when he suddenly heard rustling sounds coming from behind, the sound seemed to be coming directly at him, making Prince Changqin couldn't help turning his head to look at the place where the sound came from.

The water beetle with a pair of golden eyes looked at him, the black beetle looked very serious, and came straight to his side under the gaze of Prince Changqin.

"I often listen to you playing the piano." Qianyu said casually, tilting his head in the surprised gaze of the other party, and added, "What's your name?"

Prince Changqin has never seen such an interesting water beetle—to be precise, he has never seen such an interesting creature. He couldn't help but smile and replied: "Prince Changqin, how about you?"

"Xianyu. Prince Changqin, your music is really nice, I like it."

The young man in white showed joy in his smile, and his eyes were full of smiles.

"Okay, then I'll come and play for you often."

When he said this, it was as if even his sleeves were shrouded in a thin layer of broken light, the center of his brows was crimson red, his white clothes were like snow, and his black hair was like ink, which made people dare not disturb the unspeakable scenery.

Standing behind Ruomuhua, Du'er Xingjun was speechless, his face seemed dazed and sad, and it disappeared in a short moment, only the luthier in white was looking sideways at this place, Nan Dou Xingjun smiled, But there was a sudden pain in his chest, like a knife twisting.

Thousands of years later, Xing Jun, who was full of sickness, coughed up blood spots on the plain white veil. Under the worried eyes of his friends, he couldn't help recalling this memory that had been hidden in his heart for thousands of years.

That was a secret she had never uttered, and it would certainly not be known to that person in the future.

A modest gentleman, gentle as jade.

One mistake for a lifetime.

Chapter 2

Frankly speaking, Soul Refining doesn't care much about what the world or the gods think of her.

Or maybe there is nothing in this world that Mr. Du'er Xing really cares about. The female fairy always does what she pleases, drinking and having fun, or playing with incense and enjoying music. If you can give it to others as you like, one moment you love it like a treasure, and the next moment you abandon it like a piece of chaff.

People say that the Lord of the South lives and the Lord of the North dies, but I am afraid that even Lord Sirius with a cold face all day long is not as moody and elusive as Lord Du'er Xing.

Even Shangsheng Xingjun, who was always by his side, couldn't help being a little bit unsure about this matter.

Therefore, when he heard that this eclectic Xingjun had frequently traveled between Mt. I can't find anything wrong with the meeting with the water pheasant.

It was just a whim of refining the soul.

She sipped the fine wine, glanced at the prince Changqin who was playing the piano not far away, and then at Du'er Xingjun who was only focusing on the landscape with a smile on his face, thinking absently.

Qingpao fairy light