[Ancient Sword] Outsider

One world, but why is it so difficult..."

He couldn't help muttering: "Why are you drifting away, why are you in a small group... why are you separated for so long, why... are you restless?"

Du'er Xingjun paused when he heard the words, and looked up at the young man in white in front of him. He was still as handsome and graceful as when he first met, but the gloomy brows became more gloomy, which made her just want to step forward for him...

The hands hidden in the wide sleeves were quietly clenched into fists. The fairy in Tsing Yi had been watching from the sidelines before, as if she had nothing to do with her in a farewell.If she didn't say it, no one would have thought that she was also a member of the agreement.

Lianhun didn't move on his face, but he sighed in his heart.What remains unchanged for a hundred years is not only the appearance, but even the heart. The prince Changqin is still as gentle and soft as it was 500 years ago. A humble gentleman, a gentleman, really deserves to be transformed into a spirit by the qin, and he will always live up to the character of this gentleman. , and... naive.

Under the reincarnation of heaven, how can there be so many reasons to ask?After a long separation and restlessness, no one can answer this question, only you can understand it yourself.

Now the god of fire, Zhu Rong, ascended to the sky with Fuxi, and the emperor Nuwa and the emperor were facing each other, as if they were on guard against each other. Under the surface, the situation was already like water and fire. But he himself didn't realize it...

It's fine if it's someone else, she has nothing to do with her, but only this person——

Seeing Prince Changqin's gloomy expression, Lianhun hesitated a little, and couldn't stop coughing twice, she still left the position where she had been watching coldly, stepped forward and comforted: "What Xiyu said is exactly, when the Tiangong is completed, you and I I have a lot of time, such a small farewell is nothing, I just hope that next time I bring you back to life, don’t really ask her to extend your life. Xiyu, you have to work hard.”

The second half of the sentence was addressed to Qian Yu, and what responded to her was the unceremonious wagging of the tail of the black 虺.

Prince Changqin sighed softly, his gloominess subsided a little, he couldn't help but feel a little shy when he saw that everyone was comforting himself, and he smiled and said, "Both savagery and soul refining are free and easy, but Changqin is inferior..."

Recalling the scene when the three of them made an agreement that day, the smile on their lips could not help deepening, and thinking of the only gift received from Du'er Xingjun in 500 years, he said with regret: "It's a pity that the jade pendant given by the soul refining It suddenly broke into powder decades ago, and I don't know why, I'm afraid some rare treasures can't be preserved by ordinary methods... It's really a shame to refine the soul."

Maybe it was because he saw his refusal intention at that time, since that time, Lord Du'er Xing didn't give him anything, so that the friendship between the two became deeper after that, and after the jade pendant turned into flying sand, for a while Unexpectedly, I was very disappointed, so that Xingjun and Shuiyu made jokes and didn't mention it.

Covering his lips and coughing twice again, Lianhun laughed indifferently.

"It's just a piece of jade pendant, so why is it so difficult to want it?" Knowing that the other party didn't mean it, she still joked, laughed for a while, and then said, "But it's not like that...the three worlds are probably Not anymore."

Prince Changqin sighed and nodded.Indeed, he has never seen the same thing again, the soft and warm 'jade' always makes him feel at ease, even after it is shattered, this effect still remains.

This alone is enough to be included in the list of rare treasures.

He turned his head to the side, but he didn't see the rare and soft gaze of the fairy in Tsing Yi. When he turned his head, the other party had lowered his head, covered his lips with his sleeve and coughed lightly.

Prince Changqin couldn't help frowning, worried, but didn't say much.Du'er Xingjun has been suffering from cough for hundreds of years, but seeing that she is indeed healthy all the time, and he always looks confident, so he only puts his worries in his heart and doesn't mention it any more, but in the end he still can't see it.

As soon as Lianhun saw his frown, he immediately guessed the reason and repeated it countless times:

"It's just a small thing, don't worry about it."

Compared with what she has done, such a price is indeed not worth mentioning, and the current situation is the best result.

She murmured softly, not sure if she was talking to the luthier, or if she was just whispering to herself.

"Don't worry too much, I always know what to do..."

Of course she should know how to operate under Fuxi's suspicion, how to follow the law of heaven, and how to... protect this person.

——Only this person, she hoped that he would have no worries for the rest of his life.

Chapter 4

Even though he was very reluctant, the time to go to heaven has come. The gods followed Fuxi to build the heavenly court, and the prince Changqin had to leave with his father Zhu Rong. At that time, even the prince Changqin who was in the heavenly court was rarely seen, and he disappeared all day long.

When the Heavenly Court was first built, the Emperor Fuxi made his followers immortal, and such rewards unexpectedly sparked a war of words.

And the focus of the debate precisely falls on Fenglai Qinling, Prince Changqin.

"It is said that the emperor wants to designate the prince Changqin as the god of music, which has aroused many people's dissatisfaction." Shangsheng and Lianhun shared the messages in the heavenly court these days, with a look of gloating, "I think so, but the mere qin spirit , how can he be able to bear the position of the God of Music! If you want to talk about musical instruments, the prince Changqin is not the only one, he just has the favor of Vulcan Zhu Rong!"

Lianhun didn't talk to her, and leaned gently on the pilasters beside the white jade corridor in the heavenly courtyard, staring absent-mindedly at the fairy grass in the courtyard in a daze.

The scenery of the heavenly court cannot be said to be beautiful, with ample aura and an ethereal color.It's just that facing this fairyland-like scenery, Lianhun has a little bit of taste, always thinking of the scenery at Mt. Li, and the emerald green in front of him can't help but pale.

She has already sensitively smelled something from Shangsheng's words. The prince Changqin is a qin spirit. How can He De become the focus of discussion in the heaven where the gods gather? Have such a trace of connection?

Fuxi may not be able to control the god of fire Zhu Rong at will, but a prince Changqin still has no scruples.

I don't know if the fire god had expected such a situation when he was begging to be the emperor?Is it true that she can't help begging for the qin spirit to transform into a form, or is she simply saving a way out for herself?

...it's too late to think about it now.She had expected that today would come, but she hadn't expected it to come so early.

The female fairy in Tsing Yi lowered her eyes and sighed softly, flicked her sleeves unhurriedly, and walked up in big strides.

"Hey? Where are you going?"

"Go to Si Ming for a wine tasting—"

Shangsheng Xingjun trotted to keep up, and when he caught up with the vigorous Xingjun, he couldn't stop breathing.

On Duer Xingjun's face, there was a chilling smile that rarely appeared in her memory. The last time she saw such an expression, it was the former sisters who had lived for more than 200 years. When the life in front of you is exhausted little by little——

Xing Jun, who looked like a cardamom girl, felt his heart tighten, and he lowered his head and dared not speak any more.

The luthier in white never expected such a situation.

Standing alone in the center of the hall, he couldn't help feeling anxious. It turned out that he was just a canonized immortal book, but all these things happened-he didn't intend to be the God of Music, but at this time he was ruthlessly pushed to the forefront.

Prince Changqin couldn't help feeling a sense of powerlessness, all kinds of words were in his heart, but he could only sigh silently.

He never had any intention of exploring the relationship between the emperor and the emperor, but he was not unaware of it after all.All the gods said that he didn't care about world affairs all day long except for repairing and playing the piano, but they never thought that his heart was so clear, after all, he just didn't want to be messed with.

Prince Changqin couldn't help looking up at the father God Zhu Rong. The Vulcan's face was as cold as iron, and the anger in it could be vaguely seen. On the throne, the emperor Fuxi's expression was difficult to distinguish. Maybe it was just an illusion, but for a moment, Prince Changqin From that majestic face, I can see some kind of cruel interest...

If Soul Refining could know what he was thinking, maybe he would tell him that this was definitely not an illusion.

Du'er Xingjun was used to covering his lips with his sleeve and coughing lightly. He was surrounded by a group of controversial gods, but he didn't look at the helpless white clothes. He just lowered his eyes slightly, not knowing where his soul was wandering.

It wasn't until Emperor Fuxi asked her for her opinion that the gods came back to their senses after seeing Xingjun Xianxian of Nandou Tianshu Palace.

"I heard that Du E is used to making good friends with Feng Lai Qin Ling, but I believe that you are fair and selfless." Not caring about the obviously disrespectful behavior of the fairy in Tsing Yi, Fuxi on the throne asked directly, "From your point of view, what should I do? "

As soon as this question came out, Mu Shenju's eyes shot at her like needles—he was the one who sternly opposed Prince Changqin as the leader of the God of Music, and all the gods who were whispering just now quieted down, with different expressions. Different, each has its own considerations.

Du'er Xingjun couldn't help but sneered slightly in his heart, these gods said they were powerful enough to shake mountains and rivers, but in fact they had the same emotions and desires!That's why she said that it's really rare for someone like Changqin to maintain a gentleman's character so far.

If it can continue like this, it would be a good thing.

All kinds of things in my heart are hidden from the surface, and Lianhun doesn't pay attention to the demeanor of the gods. He just turns his head to look at the prince Changqin who is looking back at her calmly. His eyes meet, but she chuckles first and looks away.

"That's right, Your Majesty."

She smiled and said, although she agrees, but it makes people feel no sense of friendship. She said in a joking tone, "I understand the wonderful sound of the Changqin. If you let him play a piece here for His Majesty, you will know that he That's all right."

As soon as this remark came out, all the gods were in an uproar.However, any musician with some character would not be willing to play music under such circumstances as a proof. Mr. Nan Dou Xing's words are enough to break the friendship between gentlemen.

The luthier in white frowned, and then relaxed again.

Even though this statement really made him unhappy, he still believed her... Prince Changqin thought so, but what the fairy in Tsing Yi said next made him suddenly change color!

Just listen to the human said: "The sound of the Changqin is beautiful.