"Mr. Zhao? Mr. Zhao?"
"Well, I'm sorry, I didn't hear what the leader said just now."
Zhao Min didn't expect that he would be distracted, and he didn't know if the person in front of him would laugh at him.
"Mr. Zhao, do you have a piano here?"
"Please wait a moment, Master. Ah Da, go get my piano."
When Ada brought the piano, Jingzhou sat down with the piano in his arms. In an instant, he seemed to be a different person. He looked like an immortal above the nine heavens. When he played the piano, he felt as if he was in a fairyland. Flying, as if riding on the wind.
Just listen to Jingzhou's elegant voice, accompanied by the music of the piano: "A blank paper scroll, with a few strokes depicting the depths of the rivers and lakes, it is difficult to paint your face that is not stained by the dust."
At this moment, Zhao Min was lost. She forgot the purpose of inviting Jing Zhou and his party here today, the turbulent struggles in the world, and even her own identity.
It seemed that the only thing in the world was the purple figure and the reverberating sound of the piano.
There are waves on the top of the mountain and dust rising at the bottom of the well. His eyebrows are round and his pupils are watery. They are the brightness under the mask and the poetry hidden behind the brightness.
She didn't know if this was the result of a love that she didn't know existed.
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"Hey, do what you said still count?"
"Huh? I wonder what that sentence is?"
"You said you would keep a pen and ink."
Seeing that Jingzhou had forgotten, Zhao Min pouted, and her tone was one-third coquettish, one-third dissatisfied, and one-third angry.
Now she is looking forward to seeing the handwriting of the person in front of her.
"Haha, of course I won't forget it, as long as you don't dislike it."
When someone brought the pen and ink, Zhao Min studied the ink himself and waited for Jing Zhou to write.
Picking up the pen, Jingzhou looked at Zhao Min, and without thinking, he started waving ink on the paper.
"This man's handwriting is so beautiful. His handwriting is thin but full of pride. His sharpness is as sharp as cutting gold and jade. He is graceful and graceful, just like him. Unexpectedly, as the leader of the Ming Cult, he is not like the ordinary people in the world who can only dance. A knife makes a stick." Zhao Min kept thinking in his mind and kept looking down.
"I remember that I was wearing makeup at dawn, and I went back to the pond outside Qulangan. I was bored and sat in the lotus room. Where the mandarin ducks were flying across, the wind brought a bit of coolness."
After writing this first sentence, Zhao Min felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart. She continued to look down,
"Put the moon into the smoke of green gauze, call the servant girl to blow out the orchid vat. Slowly move the pillow to lean on the silver bed. The jasmine is caged in the silk bag, and the betel is crushed in the stockings."
A line of poems made Zhao Min feel melancholy, and he couldn't help but said angrily: "You are such a bad person, your song "Linjiang Immortal" makes people uncomfortable, but this one doesn't count, you have to write a song that makes people happy. "
This was difficult for him. In his previous life, all the poems Jing Zhou read were about the Spring and Autumn Period, and besides, this old master had never written anything cheerful. It seemed that he had to write this one himself.
Since he traveled through time, his thinking has become more agile. Although he is not as good as Cao Zijian, who can speak half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty with just one mouthful, he still wants to fight with Li Bai without embarrassing himself because of his speechlessness.
I raised my head and glanced at the sky, thought for a moment, and then I understood the seven words of the poem.
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After finishing the song in one go, Jing Zhou looked at Zhao Min and smiled playfully: "Master Zhao, how do you like this song? Are you satisfied?"
Zhao Min grabbed the poem and hid it in his arms. Zhao Min said shyly: "You are such a good person..." He said a few words, but couldn't say any more. This is an acrostic poem. , she is a girl's family, even though she is bold and bold, she is still a bit thin-skinned when faced with the affectionate daughter here.
After a pause, Zhao Min then said: "Brother Wang, why don't you give me the sword on your waist? You said that in the last life, Nightshade Nightshade sacrificed his sword for Long Yang, so in this life, Brother Wang will give me a sword, but good?"
She has an eccentric spirit, and now Brother Wang is shouting, staring at Jingzhou with his big eyes, charming, as if they were really a brother and sister in their previous life.
"Why don't you give up? If you want it, I'll give it to you." After saying that, Jingzhou gave Zhao Min the Yitian Sword on his waist, and then asked for her fake Yitian Sword, holding it in his hand to look at it carefully. After taking a second look, they looked exactly the same.
"Don't lose this sword, it will be of great use in the future."
"Brother Wang, don't worry. How can I be willing to throw away such a precious sword!"
Seeing that Jingzhou gave him the Yitian Sword that everyone in the world wanted to fight for without thinking at this time, Zhao Min was in a good mood and kept nodding with a smile.
The dragon-slaying sword commands the world. No one dares to disobey. If you rely on the sky and don't come out, who can compete with it?
This Yitian Sword is no less weighty than one's own life to people in the world.
With a "clang" sound, Zhao Min pulled out the Yitian Sword, and saw the cold light shining on it, and the sword aura was compelling. It was really a peerless magic weapon. He waved the sword again, and a sword aura struck the railing on the side, "Crack!" "With one stroke, it was like cutting tofu with a knife, splitting the railing into two.
"What a sword!" Pushing the sword back into the scabbard, Zhao Min thought for a moment, took a beaded flower from his head, held it tightly in his hand, and after a while, handed it to Jing Zhou.
"Here's this for you, don't take it away, and don't give it away."
She said it freely and casually, but she was extremely nervous in her heart, fearing that the person in front of her would refuse.
"Young Master Zhao gave it to you, how dare you refuse it?"
Jingzhou took the pearl flower, looked at it carefully, and then put it in his arms.
Zhao Min's beauty had a fatal temptation that made Jingzhou want to give up the world for a moment and go into seclusion with her hand in hand.
Talk about royal power and wealth, talk about rules and regulations. I quietly asked the young master if my daughter is beautiful, if my daughter is beautiful~
Only then did he realize that the difficulty of going to the Daughter's Kingdom was as difficult as climbing to heaven. Otherwise, why would the holy monk have so much sweat on his forehead? It was because it was too hot? And why did he gallop on horseback when he left the Daughter's Kingdom, but spent the rest of the time strolling around?
Perhaps when the holy monk shouted "marry", the white dragon horse misunderstood. . .
After all, he still thought of that sentence: If your heart is as clear as ice, you will not be surprised if the sky falls!
"Master Zhao, let's decide the winner at Guangmingding."
"Brother Wang is leaving? Why not stay one night?"
When she found out that Jingzhou was about to leave, Zhao Min was full of reluctance. She didn't know why, but even though the two met for the first time, Jingzhou occupied a place in her heart, and the Jiang Guo incident kept popping up in her mind.
"If you don't leave, I'm afraid Mr. Zhao will lure you away. Haha, let's go."
After greeting Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao, Jingzhou lifted his body up into the air, swept three or four feet away, and ran towards the outside of the village.
Looking at Jing Zhou's back walking away gracefully, Zhao Min spat lightly. It wasn't until the shadow disappeared that she resumed her previous cold-faced makeup.
"Ah Da Ah Er, you go and keep an eye on Shaolin Wudang, and then ask your subordinates to spread the news, indicating that the religion wants to produce six major sects in one fell swoop and unify the martial arts world. For those sects that are still lingering, you pretend to be the Ming Cult. Everyone, go and kill a few more of his disciples. Let’s see how long these righteous people can endure!”
The righteous way in the world has been grudged against the Ming Cult for a long time. Coupled with the temptation of interests, Zhao Min only needs to fan the flames from behind and push them to get these famous righteous ways to gather together to defeat the demons of the demon sect.
