nonsense! Of course she could hear it, wasn't it because of the disturbing sound of the piano? If she hadn't heard, she would still be sleeping comfortably in her room.
This question was indeed a bit strange. Ningxia nodded confused. Is there some mystery behind the sound of the piano?
"Okay!" Ning Xiaoxia was horrified by the look in Ning Xiaoxia's eyes that looked like he was sizing up his own good cabbage. Dear, Zhenjun, can you not destroy your character? This is almost the same as strange wormwood.
"Little baby, by chance, come with us to a place. There are some fun things!" Ningxia has some dark clues. Is she being coaxed like a three-year-old child? But after thinking about it, I felt relieved. Compared with Zhenjun Yuanheng, who had lived for hundreds of years, she was indeed a young baby.
Although the other party's invitation was unprovoked and she didn't know the details, Ningxia didn't want to think about it carefully.
This is an invitation from a big boss. Will you accept it? The answer is undoubtedly yes! After all, whether this trip is an opportunity or a danger is not something she can control. If someone has some other bad plans, it's not something a bastard like her can resist. Besides, setting aside the extremely unlikely conspiracy theories, what fool wouldn’t want an olive branch from a big boss.
So Ning Xiaoxia happily agreed. And she vaguely felt that her trip would be worthwhile, and she might encounter some interesting things.
"Let's go for a walk. Take a good look at the scenery of Fengming City at night!"
Ning Xia hesitantly took hold of Ming Jing's outstretched sleeve, and the three of them left the Qingsong Inn together.
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The high eaves are inlaid with beautiful jade fluorite, emitting soft and dim light under the dark curtain, adding a touch of mystery to the simple building. Monks were walking sparsely in twos and threes on the street, chatting in whispers. They were not as hurried as during the day, but rather leisurely. The beautiful music of the piano still faintly echoes in the street, giving people a sense of tranquility.
Fengming City is a different world at night. Ningxia walked along the streets at night with the two elders, and she felt a strange sense of tranquility. She could even feel the spiritual power flowing in her blood in the dark night, and the power in her body seemed to be tamed.
"We're here." Suddenly, Zhenjun Yuanheng, who seemed to be walking around aimlessly, stopped in front of an ordinary wall.
They had just entered the alley between two houses, and when they reached the end of the alley, it was this wall. The wall is extremely high and made of blue bricks. It doesn't seem to be anything special from the outside.
Seeing True Lord Yuan Heng leading them to a wall, the fool knew that there was something inside. And I don’t know if it’s Ningxia’s illusion, but I always feel that the magnetic field here doesn’t seem right.
At this time, the sound of the piano became clearer, no longer the intermittent feeling, it was soothing and smooth, and became more attractive. Is there really an article about this piano sound?
And what’s with this sense of seeing Harry Potter walking into Diagon Alley? Ning Xia started the famous BGM at an inappropriate time in her mind. Thinking of the hazy inspiration just now...she vaguely felt that she had grasped a little bit of the routine.
Fortunately, True Lord Yuan Heng didn't take out a magic wand or anything. He pressed on the wall, and then...then the wall broke! That's right, the illusion was wiped out and replaced by a beautiful hanging flower door. There was a buzz of people inside the door, it was so lively, and it became a different space from the quiet street just now.
There were two monks sitting inside the Hanging Flower Gate. One of them seemed to have noticed their traces, his eyes darkened, and he bowed respectfully to them. Ning Xia secretly thought that she had good eyesight and could figure out their details as soon as they met. How could she give such a gift if she didn't see the cultivation level of True Lord Yuan Heng?
Passing through the hanging flower gate, people were buzzing, people were rubbing shoulders, and the sound of bargaining was endless. If Ningxia hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that there was such a lively place hidden in this quiet night!
Ning Xiaoxia's interest was aroused again because she didn't have a chance to visit this place today. Unfortunately, she was not familiar with this place and could only feast her eyes on it.
