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"Xiang Shuai is interested in this seven-stringed guqin?" Qinglingling's voice slowly entered Chu Liuxiang's eardrums. Chu Liuxiang looked at the owner of the voice. It was rare for Chu Liuxiang, who was so rigid, to feel a little guilty.

Naturally, he wasn't interested in the lyre, he was interested in Wuhua, but in this case, if Chu Liuxiang faced other people, he would definitely speak frankly, but he was facing Wuhua.

Probably because Wuhua's temperament is too clean, under the black as ink eyebrows and eyelashes, and the eyes are too spotless, like clouds hanging from the nine heavens.

It seemed that in front of such a wonderful monk with extraordinary temperament, even a little frivolous words would be an offense to him.

Thinking of this, Chu Liuxiang couldn't help shaking her head at her own thought.

Why did he become so cautious?

And his shaking of the head obviously made the fair-skinned monk in front of him mistaken, Chu Liuxiang heard the other party say, "Did I guess wrong?"

Chu Liuxiang paused for a moment, not knowing what kind of answer to give would be the safest answer.Fortunately, the other party had an exquisite heart, and seemed to have seen something, so he was considerate and did not continue to ask.

This inevitably made Chu Liuxiang more fond of him. He sat down next to the monk in white, with one leg bent and the other casually laid flat.

The gentle breeze, the bright moon and the bright stars.

Such a night is undoubtedly extremely beautiful, accompanied by the bright moon and the sound of the piano, it is really wonderful to drink a pot of wine this time.

Chu Liuxiang shook the jug in his hand a few times, then opened the cork of the jug, raised his head and drank.The wine entered his throat, which made Chu Liuxiang feel refreshed. He casually wiped off the wine stains from the corners of his lips, turned his head to look at the white-clothed monk, as if thinking of something, and said, "I know Wuhua, you are so good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Proficient, but I don’t know how much alcohol is like?”

"Xiang Shuai is curious?" Fu Zhenhong asked him.

"Naturally." Chu Liuxiang raised his lips and smiled, and said frankly, "I'm wondering what exactly you don't know, and what exactly you are not good at." Raised the flagon in his hand: "Bibi?"

Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly: "Okay."

In the next second, the jug was thrown over by Chu Liuxiang.

Fu Zhenhong took the jug steadily, and drank it without any hesitation.However, compared to Chu Liuxiang's free and easy way of drinking with her head up, Fu Zhenhong's movements are elegant, restrained and introverted, just like the gurgling water on the West Lake.He sat upright, raised his arms, tilted his neck slightly, and slowly poured the wine into his mouth without any spillage.

The pure white monk robe wrapped his handsome figure, and because of the movement of raising his hand, his sleeves slid down a bit, and his somewhat slender wrists were exposed.

Obviously there is no deliberate show off, but such an action is extremely pleasing to the eyes of people.

Chu Liuxiang knew for the first time that no matter what a really good-looking person does, he will reveal an attractive magic power.But it's just the most common drinking, but people can't take their eyes off it.

Chu Liuxiang's gaze shifted from the slender wrists of the monk in white to the slightly raised neck of the monk, white, slender, and smooth lines revealing a rigid and thin beauty.

After realizing that she was staring at a man's neck so carefully, Chu Liuxiang staggered her eyes and turned her gaze back to the man's face.

After Fu Zhenhong took a sip, she threw the wine back to Chu Liuxiang.

The two of them were like this, drinking back and forth.

Although they didn't say anything to each other, Chu Liuxiang liked this atmosphere very much. At this time, there were no disputes in the rivers and lakes, no intrigues, and no bloody killings of intrigues.

A few days ago, he stole Jin Banhua's white jade beauty, while he was recuperating on his own boat, he found corpses floating on the water one after another, and those corpses were all famous masters in the rivers and lakes.He thought that these people were killed by Tianyi Shenshui from Shenshui Palace, so he sneaked into Shenshui Palace to find out.

Unexpectedly, Tianyi Shenshui, the secret treasure of Shenshui Palace, was stolen. The people in Shenshui Palace mistakenly thought it was him, and sent many people to greet him.Then he disguised himself as Zhang Xiaolin but was targeted by the number one killer, Yidianhong. After all, Chu Liuxiang hadn't calmed down to drink and enjoy the moon like this for some time.

Although he likes to join in the fun after discovering some interesting events, he is also very happy in the quiet atmosphere right now.

There is no other reason. Wuhua has a unique charm that infects people. When we are in the same space with him, people will forget their troubles and worries and calm down.

Thinking of this, Chu Liuxiang couldn't help laughing.

Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong asked him, "What is Xiangshuai laughing at?"

Chu Liuxiang replied: "Laugh at yourself why you didn't know Wuhua earlier." He spoke bluntly and frankly, and after he finished speaking, he took another sip of wine.

So time passed unknowingly as the two drank together.

The stars in the sky gradually disappeared into the clouds, but Chu Liuxiang, who was silent in this quiet and peaceful atmosphere, didn't notice it. It wasn't until the pot of wine was completely drained that Chu Liuxiang suddenly realized that it was getting late.He shook the empty wine jug with some regret, and stood up to say goodbye to Wuhua.

"It's really a pleasure to meet the world-renowned seven wonderful monks on the West Lake tonight." Chu Liuxiang said with a smile in his eyes, "If there is a chance, I will definitely visit again."

After Chu Liuxiang finished speaking, she didn't get any response.

He took a closer look, and found that the monk's eyes, which were originally as clear as gurgling water, were filled with mist, and the pupils were also out of focus, which seemed a little distracted.And the other party's jade-skinned cheeks also had a light and scattered blush. Although the blush was not obvious, Chu Liuxiang's night vision was very good. With the help of the weak moonlight and candlelight, she could still see this blush. in the eyes.

Are you drunk?

Thinking about it, Chu Liuxiang moved a little closer.

And when he approached, the other party also raised his head vigilantly because of his approach at this moment, so the eyes of the two collided in the air.

At the moment when the four eyes met, the other party's breath sprayed onto Chu Liuxiang's face, making Chu Liuxiang feel a little itchy and unaccustomed to the warmth.

Suddenly, a strange and very subtle emotion slowly poured into Chu Liuxiang's heart.

Chu Liuxiang likes beauties, and appreciates beauties even more. The person in front of her is undoubtedly an extremely good-looking beauty. Although she is a man, she has a kind of grace and elegance that women don't have.

Chu Liuxiang's capacity for alcohol is very good, half a jug of wine is not enough to make him drunk, but at this moment, looking at the monk in white who is almost close at hand, the slightly flushed face and the slightly trembling body seemed to be confused. Chu Liuxiang suddenly felt a slight heat in his heart.

The next second, watching and watching, he slowly stretched out his hand just like that.

When his fingertips were about to touch the ends of Wuhua's eyes, the other party suddenly raised his eyelids, tilted his head slightly, and looked at him suspiciously, "Now that we have bid farewell, is Xiangshuai still leaving?"

When Chu Liuxiang heard Wuhua's voice, it was as clear and clean as ever, but if he listened carefully, it was not difficult to find that his tone was slightly lower than the first one, and his speaking speed was also slower.

He regained his senses and withdrew his hand, "I'm leaving." He said, but his eyes never moved away from the white-clothed monk's face.

Everyone will show different states when they are drunk, or make a lot of noise, toss endlessly, or insist that they are not drunk. Of course, there are also those who are directly quiet, but like Wuhua, It was the first time for Chu Liuxiang to see her.

He was obviously in a state of drunkenness, but his thoughts seemed to be normal all the time.He can communicate with others without barriers, and looks obedient and well-behaved. Except for a little slack in the eyes and a slight flush on the cheeks, there is almost no difference from the normal state.

Fu Zhenhong pursed her lips lightly, stood up, picked up the lyre and said, "That little monk will just leave now."

Chu Liuxiang nodded: "Okay."

After the two said goodbye to each other on the lonely boat, Chu Liuxiang returned to her own Sanzhi boat with lightness kung fu, while Fu Zhenhong went to the narrow alleyway of an old alley not far from the West Lake.

This old alley has been around for some years, and the surrounding walls are also dilapidated. Few people pass by here.One reason is that there are no street vendors around here to set up stalls, so there is no value in coming here, and the other reason is that this abandoned narrow alleyway has basically become a gathering place for beggars.

Fu Zhenhong was walking alone on this old alley with a lyre on his back. The faint light shone on his body. Under the dark night, the white monk robe seemed to be divided into two parts by the halo and the shadow cast by the alley. .

The boundary between light and darkness appeared on Fu Zhenhong's body, making his originally clear and quiet face more mysterious and unpredictable.And the unstained clothes and this dilapidated and desolate alley are like two extremes.

He walked neither fast nor slow, his steps were steady but very light, but even so, he still opened the eyes of those beggars lying on both sides of the alley with closed eyes resting.

They are all members of the world's largest gang of beggars. Although they are not vicious people, they are not purely kind. After all, their identities, if they don't have some calculations and foresight, they can't live freely in this world.

This was Fu Zhenhong's second visit to this place. The members of the beggar gang who had met him once, after seeing Fu Zhenhong, subconsciously lowered their faces.

After they became members of the beggar gang, they no longer had that kind of humble heart, and they would no longer feel that their status was inferior to others.But only when they saw Wuhua, they still felt a sense of inferiority.

The wonderful monk Wuhua is like the bright moon above the clouds, and they are like inconspicuous dust and mud. Perhaps only people like their leader are qualified to stand with Wuhua.

Everyone was thinking, at this time, a tall man slowly walked out from the corner.