[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Na Qing Qi is used for body sculpting, the body is pure, and only Kunlun's Qing Ling Qi can do it. He smiled slightly, and his voice like broken jade was a little softer, "You never told me this before. "

"I..." Ouyang Shaogong choked for a moment, and didn't want to explain anything. He just continued: "It's not a divine body, it's just a spiritual body that allows me to get rid of the shackles of mortals and exert my full strength. Otherwise, with my mortal body, There is no way to get back the body.”

Murong Ziying has grown up and got the love he wanted, but in Ouyang Shaogong's eyes, he will always be a child, always as pure as Qingxue, and should always be pampered.

Ouyang Shaogong always has less love for him, more favor and less desire for him, so that after a long time, he often forgets that he is also the love of husband and wife.

Human feelings are wonderful and seem meaningless, love makes people humble, Ziyin's heart is too much, Ouyang Shaogong doesn't want to spoil this rare joy at all.

"I've thought about it for a long time..." Zi Yin sighed, and moved closer, frowning slightly, and said, "The soul in Tu Su's body is yours after all, if you can let him hand it over voluntarily, I won't interfere The truth is, it’s just that I still want to save my disciple’s life, he’s still a child.”

"This... I haven't thought about it, and it's even more difficult to do." Ouyang Shaogong was a little reluctant, but he was telling the truth, "I'll think of a way when you open your mouth. As for whether it will work or not, I can only leave it to fate."

Ziyin said softly: "You just agree..."

Ouyang Shaogong stroked his hair again as he got used to it, and said with a smile, "When did I ever reject you?"

Ziyin immediately raised his head when he heard the words, staring at his eyes, something seemed to come out of his gray eyes, Ouyang Shaogong immediately realized that he really regretted provoking the desire of Ziyin's heart demon.

Ouyang Shaogong was about to speak, but Ziyin covered his mouth, his cold eyes were like rain, moist and aggrieved, and the silent sadness made people feel like a hole in the heart, and Ouyang Shaogong couldn't say no Having spoken, Zi Yin has pinched his soul.

Zi Yin's icy voice, with his burning breath, rushed into his ears: "Your Highness... how lonely is this hustle and bustle of the world, and it doesn't matter if you devote yourself to cultivating immortals. Now that my demons are hard to control, what should I do? Why don't I stay... "

Ouyang Shaogong almost blurted out his promise, but he was bewildered by Ziyin and easily swayed. The vigilance in his soul made him sober, and the sound of the piano was full of brutality like a knife. Son! Not so."

He pressed Feng Lai's strings tightly with his soul power, and the two confronted each other's mortal bodies quickly exhausted, his face turned pale, and finally let Feng Lai compromise, and gradually fell silent.

Sudden collapse, Ouyang Shaogong could hardly stand, Zi Yin hurriedly took him into his arms, frowned and said: "Are you okay? He has been in your body like this all the time?"

Ouyang Shaogong smiled and said in relief: "It's nothing, I am Fenglai's master after all, I was born holding the qin, and transformed Fenglai into body and soul, it would not have a soul, and it didn't want to leave me for thousands of years, but I actually became conscious. "

"Your Highness." Zi Yin avoided his gentle gaze, and there seemed to be something hidden in his voice, a little treacherous, and he hugged Ouyang Shaogong tightly, getting tighter and tighter, his eyes flickered in the dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ouyang Shaogong moved, but Ziyin tightened his arms, and he quietly leaned against Ziyin's arms, feeling a little hurt from being hooped, but he didn't care.

He actually fell asleep in Ziyin's arms, and it was almost noon when he woke up, the mist and rain had cleared yesterday, and the weather was fine.

Ouyang Shaogong sat up abruptly from the bed, as if awakened with a start, the straight collar shirt slid down his shoulders, the headband was loose, the long hair was a bit messy, and his dreamy eyes could hardly be opened.

The sunshine is very good, and the people who are shining are lazy, and the light gold falls on the delicate room, stirring up the charming fragrance.This is a woman's room.

The thin gauze half concealed his awakened appearance, the powder was familiar, Ouyang Shaogong frowned, raised his eyelids lazily, lifted the slipped gown to the crook of his arm, and the gauze was lifted up.

"Shaogong, look at you, let my girls see you, and I won't let you eat." It was Jinniang who spoke, holding the gauze in one hand and the round fan in the other, and patted Ouyang Shao Christine's head.

Ouyang Shaogong looked at her in a daze.

"Here...is Huamanlou?" How long did he sleep.

"What do you think?" Jin Niang raised the round fan and knocked on it again.

Ouyang Shaogong laughed: "Don't knock, I'm already confused enough."

Jin Niang looked at him, her glamorous smile suddenly became sad, she used the handle of her fan to push back his long hair on his chest, as if she was looking at her daughter who was about to get married, she sighed, turned around and walked out again.

"I don't care about you now, you can think of me." Jin Niang walked, put the round fan on the table, and muttered, "What kind of fan do you use on a cold day?"

Ouyang Shaogong put on his outer shirt, tidied it neatly, and left his hair untied. He picked up the hairband and went out. His waist-length hair was like ink, entangled on You Lan's clothes. He never left his zither, Not around at this time.

Feng Lai suddenly made a sound, Ouyang Shaogong stood still, and asked softly: "Come on, do you blame me for trusting him?"

The sound of the piano only contained a faint resentment, like a dark fragrance oozing out, condensed and unsmooth.

Ouyang Shaogong shook his head, his wide sleeves brushed across the water essence curtain, leaving behind the ethereal sound of emerald jewels, and Youlan's figure faded away.

The sound of chatter in the building, the smell of makeup and wine, mixed into a sweet and sticky smell, which made Ouyang Shaogong want to take a bath and change clothes immediately.

The woman sings softly, and the sound of the pipa is urgent and lingering, but she expresses her sorrow and sorrow, saying that it is difficult to relieve the grief of the mourning women in the old dynasty, love and hate, and go with the man...

However, some sentences that moaned without illness really made the spectators shed tears of salty water. Zi Yin actually sat in front of the table drinking alone, with his head down and his eyebrows lowered, as if he was in a no-man's land.

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The sound of the pipa stopped, and the woman's mournful voice stopped abruptly. Her fingers trembled slightly, and it seemed extremely difficult to raise her head. She seemed to know that someone was coming and found it at a glance.

Luo Yan looked up at the gentle and dignified person on the many steps, with fluttering sleeves, long hair falling down the waterfall, and peach blossom eyes soft like spring water, watching everyone lightly.

Only Zi Yin was still drinking with his head down. Following Luo Yan's gaze, everyone looked upstairs to see the fairy stepping out of the painting, lifting his skirt lightly, and descending slowly. The noisy small building was suddenly silent.

The wine glass fell to the table with a muffled sound, and Ziyin stopped adding more wine.

Ouyang Shaogong went down one floor, his footsteps were clearly audible, echoing in the small building, Luo Yan looked at him, and he looked back at Luo Yan, showing a gentle smile, his eyes like the moon.

Someone from the side stopped him, Ouyang Shaogong didn't know this person, a young man with a smile on his face came over with a drink, went to get the hairband in his hand, and said with a smile: "Why don't I help you tie your hair, see you today With such a graceful appearance, Huamanlou is meaningless."

Ouyang Shaogong remained silent, this young man didn't look annoying, but his behavior was offensive, frivolous, obviously greedy, he let go, let the hairband be taken away, he ignored it all the time, and continued to go downstairs.

It's so lively here, the young man wants to chase Ouyang Shaogong down, but someone grabs him by the collar, the man is so strong that he almost lifts him up: "You want to touch everyone's things, don't you want to kill yourself? Is it boring to live too long?"

Hua Chang smiled and persuaded: "Mr. is very capable, but he is also gentle after all. You can just teach me a lesson."

It was Yin Qianshang who took the man, he put the young man aside, glanced at Ouyang Shaogong's back, turned back and smiled at Hua Chang: "Let's go, let's go, you should accompany me for a drink or two."

Hua Chang nodded, and pulled him across the corridor, out of sight.

Ouyang Shaogong sat down, he took a deep breath, the clear breath on Zi Yin's body made him very comfortable, he smiled and said to Luo Yan: "See you, why don't you change to a cheerful song."

Luo Yan nodded, plucked the strings again, her voice was brisk, and she sang playfully and cutely. The small building was bustling again, and the voices were boiling.

Ziyin set the cup again, filled Ouyang Shaogong's wine, but did not add his own. Before Ouyang Shaogong opened his mouth, he said: "Seeing that you are really sleepy, I will let you sleep longer."

Ouyang Shaogong nodded: "I want to come to Tu Su and Miss Nan, they are also in Huamanlou."

Zi Yin said: "Yes."

Ouyang Shaogong asked again: "Where is my qin?"

Zi Yin said: "Here I am."

"Ah... that's fine." Ouyang Shaogong's slight eagerness disappeared in an instant, and with his fingers clamping the long hair on the side of his face, he stroked it slowly, and said with a smile, "If you are not used to this place, I can make another arrangement. Even Tu Su doesn’t like it.”

Zi Yin looked at him holding up the wine glass for a drink, obviously relaxed, and inexplicable interest filled his heart, and said softly with a smile: "It's just that young master Fang missed home and went back to the piano with that fox demon Xiangling. Sichuan."

"Xiaolan..." Ouyang Shaogong was almost stunned, he looked at Zi Yin with an indifferent face, and was already out of breath, "You have already guessed that something is going on with Qinchuan, how can you play with Xiaolan's life on me."

Ziyin said lightly: "Since you want to hide it, then it's okay if I try it out."

Ouyang Shaogong was stunned, looking at this fairy who was as dusty as snow, he clenched his fists hard, not believing that he would say such words.

But for this person whom he has loved for hundreds of years, what can he do? Ouyang Shao caressed his silver-white hair, and his gentle voice became a little hoarse: "Murong... What should I do with you?" Is it good, how to do it..."

Ziyin still looked at him indifferently, frowning, but without the slightest emotion, her gray eyes were dead calm.

The two people with such a fairy appearance are not eye-catching. The people around them watched their expressions and demeanor, looking pleasing to the eye, and couldn't help but spy.

Ouyang Shaogong also looked at Zi Yin's cold face, and felt uncomfortable at first, he just looked away, and said helplessly in a voice that could melt the ice: