After the boys and girls came here, they knelt down in front of Qiu Jin and kowtowed loudly: "Junior, I bow to my benefactor!"
Qiu Jin stepped forward and helped the two of them up, "No need to be polite."
Liu Chengshuang bowed and said, "My dear benefactor, these are Liu's children, one is Fengchi and the other is Fengping."
Qiu Jin touched the heads of the two children and praised them warmly: "Liu Fengchi, Liu Fengping, what a good name! My surname is Qiu and my first name is 'Yuebai'. You don't need to call me my benefactor, just call me brother Qiu."
Qiuyue Bai? What a pseudonym.
Ling Zhen recalled that his former pseudonym of "Ling Naoji" was too casual.
Compared with this name, it is so different that I feel ashamed.
It seems that if I have the chance, I will have to come up with a fake name that is loud and catchy enough.
Otherwise, when walking around the world, I always feel like something is missing.
"Brother Qiu!"
The two children, with tender voices, shouted in unison.
"Hey, you're so good!"
Qiu Jin, who gave himself the pseudonym "Qiu Yue Bai", responded with a smile.
On Jin Lianjiang's big ship, he was called "Uncle" by Ye Yiran so many times, and now he was called "Brother Qiu" by the young man and woman. It felt really good in his heart, so he couldn't help but smile. His eyes praised: "Liu Chengshuang, your name is foresighted, and you have given birth to a son and a daughter. Isn't that a good thing that comes in pairs..."
"clank--"
At this moment, extremely harsh sounds came continuously from all directions, breaking through the air and arriving suddenly.
Ling Zhen felt suddenly uneasy, his face suddenly darkened, and he began to distinguish carefully.
That's... the sound of pipa!
The two children tried their best to cover their ears with both hands, but they still couldn't resist the strange sound. If Qiu Jin hadn't delivered Qi to them in time, they would have fainted on the spot.
Liu Chengshuang, the prefect of Jiangxin City, also had a splitting headache and squatted on the ground holding his head.
"Protect Mr. Liu!"
Someone shouted this, and all the cavalrymen quickly drew their sabers from their waists and spoke in unison. They surrounded Qiu Jin, Ling Zhen, Liu Chengshuang and their children in a circle, and were ready.
Suddenly, sixteen women draped in red gauze and sixteen women holding pipa, a total of thirty-two women, all wearing bloody skirts, descended from the sky.
The hem of the skirt is flowing, as beautiful as a fairy!
The cavalry and horses are all affected by the sound of pipa.
The former is crumbling, the latter is trembling, and the combat effectiveness of both man and horse has been greatly reduced!
Sixteen bare-handed women in skirts, using red thin silk draped over their shoulders as weapons, launched a fierce attack on the soldiers at lightning speed.
He looked like he was in the lower realm of the killing god.
Scream.
Neighing.
In an instant, dozens of majestic sword-wielding cavalry were all shot down from their horses!
After a while, the sound of the pipa stopped.
Thirty-two murderous women in blood skirts surrounded Qiu, Ling, and Liu Chengshuang's family on three levels inside and three outside.
"My benefactor, this..."
Liu Chengshuang was really frightened by this battle, and he hurriedly whispered to Qiu Jin beside him for help.
Qiu Jin made a "silence" gesture and said calmly: "Don't be afraid, just wait and see what happens."
Ling Zhen made all the preparations for drawing the sword and looked solemn.
At this time, eight women in the formation shouted in high pitched voices: "The colorful clothes have just stopped singing."
The other eight women also shouted with almost the same volume: "The four strings made the sound of cracking silk."
Another eight women shouted: "The blue sky and the yellow spring are miserable."
The remaining eight women also followed suit and said seven words: "Youchou secretly hates it!"
Finally, thirty-two people spoke together and shouted in a very loud voice: "We disciples, welcome the master of Youchou Pavilion!"
Ling Zhen's eyes were cold.
Youchou Pavilion?
What is that?
Do people in this world love people with such weird names?
It's a bit pretentious to write a piece of crappy poetry.
A slender woman wearing a purple satin skirt and holding a giant silver staff floated into the surrounding circle amidst the shouts of everyone.
The sixteen women holding the pipa lowered their eyebrows and turned their hands to pluck the strings and started playing again.
The music of the pipa this time was very different, and it was no longer as hoarse, mocking, and difficult to listen to as before.
Sometimes it's melodious, sometimes it's like jade beads, sometimes it's deep and deep, sometimes it's high-pitched and passionate.
It's like drinking the most mellow wine, and it's like listening to the fairy music of the heavenly palace and the divine world.
Ling Zhen suddenly remembered the fifth sister Ling's piano skills. Compared with the current music, the accomplishments of her elder sister who was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting were not much different.
It can be roughly achieved to a level that is difficult to distinguish between high and low.
It’s just Ling Zhen’s personal opinion.
Amidst the wonderful music, the woman in purple skirt walked slowly in front of Liu Chengshuang. Suddenly, the thick silver staff hit the ground and made a loud "bang" sound.
The woman knelt on one knee, held a staff in her right hand, stretched out her left hand, and gently held the sparse and clear face of the Jiangxin City prefect as if there was no one else around.
There were crystal tears slowly flowing down her flawless white cheeks and dripping from her pointed chin.
Why are you crying?
Ling Zhen was puzzled.
The woman in the purple skirt shook her head slightly, her lips trembled, and she choked with sobs: "Liu Lang, it's been eight years, and I finally see you again..."
The purple dress worn by the Pavilion Master of Youchou Pavilion quickly became damp with tears.
Liu Chengshuang's eyes widened and he was at a loss. He looked at the woman kneeling on one knee in front of him in disbelief. He said in a trembling voice: "You are Yan... Yan Zilou..."
The woman in the purple skirt nodded heavily, a smile appeared on her thin face full of tears, and she said with infinite tenderness and sweetness: "Liu Lang, you are right, I was at the head of the Xunyang River, in the Yanzi Building. , the pipa girl who played the zither for you, my surname is Yin, you can just call me Ping'er."
Ling Zhen sighed secretly, shook his head, and thought to himself: "What a coincidence? Now it's an old friend meeting an old friend again."
Liu Chengshuang recalled the past and couldn't help but sigh: "It has been eight years. In these years, I have never heard such intoxicating fairy music..."
"Since Liu Lang likes it, I will play it to you every day from now on!"
Yin Ping'er said loudly, "Liu Lang, I came here this time just to take you back to Nanhai to live together!"
"What, Nanhai?! With you..."
Liu Chengshuang said at a loss, "No, no, no, I am the prefect of Jiangxin City, I am busy with affairs, and I have two children. How can I go to the South China Sea with you?"
Yin Ping'er frowned and said, "What's the joy of being a prefect? Liu Lang, resign from your position. As long as you accompany me back to the South China Sea, I promise to make you happier than the gods in the sky every day!"
Liu Chengshuang saw that the silver staff in her hand had a dull sound when it hit the ground. It weighed at least a hundred kilograms. Holding such a heavy weapon and being able to perform such superb light-body skills, it was obvious that her cultivation level was extremely high.
If I sternly refuse now, I am afraid that my life will be in danger in an instant.
It is necessary to stabilize his emotions first, and then find a way to escape.
So he changed the subject, and Liu Chengshuang pretended to be calm and said softly: "Ping'er, I didn't expect that you are still the master of You...youchou Pavilion. Since you are so powerful, why did you hide it from me in the first place?"
"No, I didn't hide it from you!"
Yin Ping'er said anxiously, "Eight years ago, I was really just a pipa girl who made a living by playing the piano and performing in a restaurant..."
"Then where did your tall and powerful cultivation come from?"
Liu Chengshuang asked extremely puzzledly.
"It was passed on to me by our island master. I practiced with her for eight years before I reached the position of the master of the 'Youchou Pavilion'."
"Who is your island owner?"
"It's a long story, let me start from the beginning."
The more Yin Ping'er talked, the more excited she became, "That day in the Yanzi Tower, after you listened to a few pieces of music I played, your green shirt was wet with tears. You held my hand and praised me for playing well while crying. At that moment, My heart was throbbing inexplicably. It was the first time in my life that I felt that way. After you left, I didn’t think about food or tea. All I could think about was you. I found that I... I had fallen in love with you. is you!"
She took Liu Chengshuang's right hand, put it to her face, and rubbed it gently. Her expression became very satisfied, "Because I miss you so much, I am no longer in the mood to play the piano for other guests. See you, the shopkeeper of the restaurant. I refused to work, and they beat and scolded me. I was forced to sleep in a woodshed in the middle of winter and could only eat one small meal a day. Liu Lang, do you know that the colder my body gets and the hungrier I get, the more hungry I become. The more I miss you, at that time, I wished you could stay with me and hold me in your arms, so that I wouldn't be cold... Come, Liu Lang, hug me, hold me tight!"
Due to the extremely heavy weight of the silver staff, it could stand motionless on the ground even if no one was holding it. Yin Ping'er no longer held the staff, opened his arms, and rushed forward regardless of the eyes of the people around him.
Liu Chengshuang had no cultivation at all and was a frail civil servant. When he hugged him, he fell backwards involuntarily.
