"It's so late. Is there anyone else playing the flute in the Long family?"
The sound of the flute is changeable. When the song ends, the melodiousness enters a kind of fighting state, and then it seems to have the flavor of nostalgia for the mountains and rivers, but in the end, it is a long sound of lovesickness.
"The flute, could it be Long Qingdi?"
Driven by curiosity, Qingyun quietly stood up and followed the sound. He came from the wing in the back hall to the innermost courtyard of the Long family.
The moonlight was bright, there were many rockeries, and the figures on the pavilion in the center of the lake flickered. Qingyun's eyesight was very good, and he could clearly see the flute player on it at a glance:
Dragon writes poems.
Focusing on playing the flute, she obviously didn't notice someone watching quietly not far away. Before the music ended, Long Fushi put the flute behind his red cloak.
Then she picked up the pen again and seemed to be practicing calligraphy on the stone table.
"It turns out you are so versatile in writing poems."
"Ah~"
Qingyun's dragonfly touched the water and soon flew to Long Fushi, who was so frightened that she suddenly screamed.
"It's me!"
"You really scared me to death Qingyun!"
Long Fushi covered his mouth, and immediately put away the half-written paper on the stone table, and then pressed it with a pen and inkstone.
"I remember the following seems to be, I hope you can pick more, this is the most loved thing."
Looking at the panicked look of the other party, Qingyun couldn't help but tease him, but this made Long Fushi's soft face extremely hot.
"I thought you were an illiterate idiot."
"Haha, I have been studying for a few years."
"Hmph, how does it feel to sleep with a beautiful woman?"
Long Fushi turned his head away with his mouth slumped, and asked angrily.
"It's not what you think, Alian..."
"Okay, I know you're not that kind of person, I'm just teasing you."
With a smile on his face, Long Fushi motioned Qingyun to sit down, and then made a new pot of spiritual tea.
"Drink some tea and wake up."
"good."
"It can be seen that Miss Qinglian is sincere to you."
A faint mist arose on the lake, making the originally bright moonlight somewhat hazy, just like the voice of a dragon composing poems.
"Hey, I'm writing a poem, Qingyun is so virtuous and capable, why do you treat me so selflessly?"
Long Fushi did not answer, but first poured a cup of tea for Qingyun.
It's not that he doesn't believe in love at first sight, but he really only has a few encounters with Long Fu Shi. Qingyun really feels a bit ridiculous for such an unreasonable love or liking.
Seeing her silence, Qingyun thought it was his daughter's family's concern, so he changed the topic:
"Does your Long family retain the blood of the dragon clan?"
"I knew I couldn't hide it from you."
Long Fushi shook his head seemingly distressed, and then whispered:
"This is the biggest secret of our Long family. Please keep it safe, otherwise you may be killed."
"Well, I know. I'm just curious about why the power in your bloodline has become stronger in just one day."
"Then it shouldn't be attributed to Yun Chen?"
Long Fushi chuckled.
"Oh? Could it be that..."
"Yes, everything was planned by the superiors. Yun Chen didn't escape at all that day. After he came out, he was captured alive by the family master. And he used the secret method to finally divide Yun Chen's blood and essence equally among the four of us. .”
"Awesome, the master who played this game must be a peerless conspirator."
The young man sighed sincerely.
"Well, the sky and the earth are the rules, the stars are falling, these peak existences have already controlled everything."
Long Fushi couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
"By the way, Long Qingdi also participates?"
"Well, I have watched her grow up since she was a child. I even chose her name for her, so I asked the head of the family for help. He Bai was also willing to serve the Long family for Qingdi for a hundred years, so the head of the family spared her. sin."
After hearing this and taking a deep look at Long Fu's poems, Qingyun originally wanted to ask her if she was singing a double act with Long Pan and wanted to use Long Qingdi to keep He Bai.
But when the words came to his lips, he never said them out.
how? So what if it’s not? He Bai is willing to do it for Long Qingdi. Even if this so-called "double act" is exposed, he will still stay in the Long family.
There is also Long's poetry. It is understandable if she does this for the benefit of the family, not to mention that it has nothing to do with how she treats herself.
Just like the Four Immortals of the past, Xiao Luoyi.
"The light flute dyes the ink, the cold sword composes the poem, both are good names."
Putting aside his sadness, Qingyun praised.
"I got it all, how about it?"
Long Fushi smiled mischievously.
"Huh? Let me go, how old are you this year?"
This question immediately caused Long Fushi's pretty face to freeze.
After coughing twice, I took the initiative to bring up the topic:
"What about, where is Long Yanzhi?"
"In fact, he is not from the Long family, but comes from the distant Shiwanda Mountain. As for the specific details, only the head of the family knows."
"All right."
Anyway, they are all dead souls under his sword, and the young master is too lazy to care about it. However, Long Fushi still seems to be a little concerned about the inquiry about his age, and blinks his eyes and asks:
"Look at how tender your face is. Do you think I'm too old?"
"How could that happen?"
Qingyun smiled and said, he really didn't have such an idea. After all, Xiao Luoyi was almost two hundred years old when he met his eldest sister.
This question and answer immediately made Long Fushi very happy. "Don't dislike it", does it explain some of Qingyun's thoughts from the side?
Quietly looking at his side face that seemed to be in a painting, Long Fushi suddenly asked softly:
"Qingyun, tell me, did you intend to use it to save Xiao Luoyi when you snatched the ancient jade Yelan?"
Hearing this, Qingyun didn't want to cause any psychological burden to Long Fu Shi, but he also didn't want to deceive him, so he nodded and said:
"Sister, her body and soul are almost destroyed, but Yelan can keep her soul alive. You don't have to think too much, I can still make her reincarnate even without Yelan."
Long Fushi's eyes turned red instantly, and she finally understood why Qingyun's "greedy for jade" sound that day sounded so heartbreaking.
"What kind of choices did he make for me? How many people can understand the pain in his heart?"
The warmth of Long Fushi's tears came between her fingers, and Qingyun gently wiped it away. The two looked at each other in silence. This time, she finally boldly rested her head on Qingyun's shoulder.
However, Qingyun discovered that Long Fushi seemed unwilling to stretch out his hands from behind his cloak.
The moon was crescent, and the figures were entangled. They were leaning on each other, listening to the silence of the lake. I don’t know how long it had passed, but Long Fushi suddenly asked softly:
"Qingyun, do you want to see her again?"
"who?"
"Your eldest sister!"
"Of course I do."
Qingyun didn't hide anything and said it bluntly.
"I can try using Miaoyin, but you can't get angry anymore."
"I'm sorry, I was really..."
"Okay, no need to say more. If you really want to see her again, just let go of your guard and have a good dream."
"Thank you for your poem."
"I told you, you don't need to thank me for following me."
"That Qingyun."
"Writing poetry...
Yunmeng Daze, divided and reunited.
In the originally pure white world in my heart, there are no sun and moon, no poems, but there are more stars, mountains and rivers.
Mountains rose up at his feet, and the trees on the secluded path were lush. Suddenly, a familiar cold feeling came from his hands, and a long-lost voice sounded in his ears, but he would never forget it until his death:
"Little Guitou, why is your face so foggy?"
There is no way that life is just a dream, and good dreams are not the same.
"Shh..."
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Qingyun opened his mouth and breathed.
"Miss Long, Yun Lang slept well with me last night, why did you kidnap him?"
The morning sun seemed to be particularly bright. Qingyun, who tilted his neck as if he was still a little angry from getting up, waved his hands and murmured:
"Alian, don't make trouble."
"Look, did you wake him up?"
The voice was sweet and soft, like jujube rice dumplings during the Dragon Boat Festival, but it made Qingyun sober up.
"I...where am I?"
With his eyes widened, Qingyun found that he was resting on Long Fushi's fragrant shoulder, and her cloak was soaked by the three-foot long hair.
"Yun Lang! You...you left Alian alone in the house last night, was it just to have a tryst with her?"
Looking at Qingyun with messy hair and a decadent look indulging in gentleness, the little fox felt ashamed and angry. Is it true that all men eat from the bowl and look at the pot?
"No, it's not what you think Alian!"
It was only then that the young master finally came back to consciousness from his sleepiness. He didn't know how to explain to Alian, and he hesitated for a long time but couldn't say a complete sentence.
"Miss Alian, I was playing the flute here last night, and Qingyun came looking for me after hearing the sound. Maybe I got tired easily after recovering from my serious injury yesterday, so I fell asleep inadvertently."
Long Fushi explained with a smile.
"Really? Okay then."
"Holy crap, do you believe this?"
The young man cursed endlessly, but looking at Alian's slightly trembling pupils, he suddenly realized.
"Okay, you two can rest here for a while, or you can go inside and have some breakfast. I'll go ask the head of the family about the Zhijing Cave."
Glancing sideways at the wet marks on his shoulders, Long Fushi showed a knowing smile, then stood up and left openly, leaving Alian to act coquettishly and blame Qingyun.
The Long family has lived in the city for a long time, and even though their cultivation has reached the level of Yuanhua Ningshen, the people in the clan still retain many of their ordinary habits.
Ah Lian got angry and refused to touch anything from the Long family. She insisted on Qingyun inviting her out to eat. However, the young master had no choice but to lend her some spiritual stones on credit before he could repay the large sum of money.
One night passed, Qingyun couldn't remember what he had dreamed about yesterday, but his mood was surprisingly good.
Someone had already started repairing the Long family's wall courtyard early, but the looks they gave him, whether they were craftsmen or supervisors, didn't seem very friendly. The embarrassed young master had no choice but to drag A-Lian and run towards the city quickly, lest he Drowning in the saliva of these people.
With A Lian, they must have eaten meat buns and broth. Maybe because there were so many people, the little fox ate much more elegantly today.
Miraculously, the mouth with the green face and fangs in the mask could open and close according to Alian's will without affecting her eating at all. The young master was amazed to see it.
He originally wanted to buy a new mask for Alian that could block prying eyes, but he couldn't find it after looking around Baizhen City, so he had to give up first.
After eating enough food for four or five people, the little fox happily pulled Qingyun and left the breakfast shop. This made the shop owner not sure whether to laugh or fear that the masked female nun would eat him.
"The way you eat, I can't even afford to support you with gold and silver!"
Looking at Alian looking around, Qingyun smiled.
"If I can't support you, I have to support you~"
Alian tugged Qingyun's arm tightly, as if she was really afraid that the young master would lose her. This made Qingyun directly consider whether he should use the power of his bloodline to find more exotic beasts and bring them back to the little fox. Make reserve rations.
PS: It’s a rare dream~
