The voice was not heard, and there was a hint of pleasure.

"Like this name? Your personality is really strange. I don't think you like being fumigated by the incense table here. Why don't you go home with me? My house is very lively.

We have to prevent frame-ups every day and find ways to frame others. People come to act and watch dramas every day, which is much more interesting than you here. If you are willing to follow me, I will play you later, so you have to pronounce it. If you don’t want to, forget it, I don’t want to die.”

After Su Yunli finished speaking, the ghost-faced pipa stopped moving.

The shopkeeper hid under the counter and secretly stretched out his eyes to look at Su Yunli.

She gently picked up the pipa, stroked her ten fingers gently, and as soon as she sounded, a song of the pipa slowly came out, and the sound of the pipa was so charming and touching.

A freshness floated over the ice lake, Yi Danchen looked up and threw away the noise around him.

On the ten-mile long street, countless people keep working hard for the prosperity and hypocrisy, and some people find a trace of tranquility in the quarrels and listen with their eyes closed.

With the sound of the pipa, she whispered: "The big string is as loud as the rain, and the small string is as sharp as the whisper.

The noise is noisy and complicated, and the big beads fall on the jade plate.

The orioles sing at the middle of the door and the flowers are slippery, and the springs are flowing under the ice are difficult.

The cold and stern strings of the ice spring are frozen, and the sound is not clear for a while.

There is a unique sadness and secret hatred, and silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle suddenly broke and the water slurry burst out, and the iron cavalry protruded and the swords and guns were heard.

At the end of the song, be careful to draw, and the four strings sound like a crack of silk.

Bai Lao’s words are like listening to them personally!”

With a finger at the end of the bend, Su Yunli smiled and hugged the pipa and said, "It turns out that I want to go home with me. Boss, how much does it cost to sell this pipa to me?"

"Sell...sell, no need, take it away, that song is enough. Miss, your piano sound is really nice. I dare to ask, are you Su Ling?"

Su Yunli was stunned for a moment. Why did all the good things fall on Su Ling?

Forget it, she is too lazy to compete for such a false reputation anyway.

"Yes, my name is Su Ling, then this pipa..."

"I've given you my gift. Your song plays well and the lyrics are well written. Although I don't know who Mr. Bai is, this lyrics are really good."

Of course, I can’t find any words about Bai Juyi.

Su Yunli put away the pipa and said, "Then thank you for helping me with your bag, let's go."

The display cabinet found a sandalwood box to wrap the ghost-faced pipa, and Su Yunli happily walked to the teahouse of the Pipa King Cangmangyue.

Although she was playing the pipa just now, this pipa will indeed respond to people.

That distant and light sound was not her cultivation, but her and this pipa were made together.

The ghost-faced pipa is spiritual and seems to have a hostility. If one makes it unhappy, it will really come back.

If this pipa is given to Su Ling...

As soon as she thought so, the wooden box in her hand trembled, expressing dissatisfaction.

Su Yunli hurriedly comforted and said, "No, no, I just thought about it this way, I won't send you out."

After listening to the pipa, I lay down quietly.

As soon as I went to the teahouse, I saw the two men squinted their eyes and frowned.

Su Yunli said, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Chapter completed!