let me be quiet

Qian Yitong is full of travel and dust, his lightness kung fu is very good, he can travel thousands of miles a day without a horse, but he prefers to walk leisurely and slowly.

Only in this way can one or two little monsters be recruited, and it is also a beautiful thing to practice their hands. The feeling is, in a word, cool.

Today, he was going to pass Wangqing Valley. He heard that the terrain was dangerous and the rocks were rolling there. Maybe he could meet a few monsters and ghosts in ambush. He was also full of expectations.

The wind accompanies him to appear at the bottom of the valley, he raised his plain clothes, but couldn't raise Zhuo Zhuo's tall and straight figure.

He saw rocks, but also a peach blossom.

The smoky black ink covered the sky and covered the sky, covering most of the bottom of the valley, in the middle of the chaotic rocks.

He was startled.

Reason told him that there shouldn't be peach blossoms in this season, it must be a formation made by monsters, but he walked into the peach forest involuntarily, the pink petals withered, stained his clothes, and there was the sound of the piano.

swing ~ swing ~

The sound is rippling, and the lingering rhyme of the chant is long and thin, shaking the heartstrings of the same flower.

Qian Yitong drew his sword, held it in his hand, suppressed a beating heart, searched for the sound of the piano, and walked step by step into the depths of the peach blossom, each step shaking his heart.

After walking more than half a mile,

Peach powder paves the fragrant road,

Stained shoes and clothes.

When turning around suddenly,

He saw him.

In the wine canopy on the edge of the steep cliff, which is as sharp as a knife, at the bottom of the valley of forgetfulness surrounded by pink peach blossoms and messy rocks.

He is gracefully painted, his eyebrows and eyes are like the breeze blowing on the moon, his blue silk hangs down his shoulders, a light-colored hairband is loosely tied, and his gray fingertips are exposed from the sleeves of his gray shirt. Wine, a poem.

"The rivers and lakes are leisurely drunk with a pot of turbid wine, the world of mortals is rolling in love with a hurting person, in the dream, I look at the peach blossoms and smile, for whom the peach blossoms are bent, I want to keep the fragrance, I can't stop, the ten-mile spring breeze brings rain, the peach fragrance abandons the flowers with the wind, drunk A few points, dream geometry, play a song forever, stay together until the end of the world."

If it is on the top of the cloud.

Qian Yitong stared blankly, couldn't take his eyes off, and stared straight at the person playing the piano.

He is a demon, he is a demon, but why, why is my heart beating faster?Why is my blood churning?Why do I have an unprecedented and strange impulse?

Maomao noticed that there was an extra person under the peach tree at some point, that person had tied up his hair and fixed it with a wooden hairpin, and was staring at its flowers without moving, and after standing there for an unknown amount of time, the petals fell all over his body.

Twice chirping, to tear Huali's sleeve.

Hua Li stopped playing the piano, looked at the person under the tree, and immediately felt a burst of joy in his heart, it was the Taoist priest, so he was waiting for you.

Hearing the sound of the zither, Qian Yitong regained his sanity a little, swung his sword and pointed, and flew down a large piece of petals, a figure flashed by, and the tip of the sword landed on Huali's neck accurately.

The person playing the zither was frightened and panicked, and in a daze, he leaned towards the person who was holding a sharp sword in a flying posture, and a peach blossom suddenly grew out of the black hair on the top of his head.

At that moment, time seemed to have stopped, and space seemed to be frozen. He and him, within a distance of a sword, saw each other's face clearly.

It was just the first time he saw him, he found his spotless eyes raised up, as if two bays were clear and shallow.

He frowned again and looked at him arrogantly, but for a moment he felt that in the past, he seemed to have stared at that peerless face amidst the patches of colorful flowers, and at this moment, he had mixed feelings.

Those eyes that were so arrogant, in this life, no matter how reluctant to part with them, move half a cent away from him.

Mao Mao silently jumped among the flower branches and wrapped herself around the man, just about to rummage through it.

Qian Yitong floated to the ground, slapped Mao Mao off, and raised Huali's chin with the tip of his sword: "You, are you a demon?"