In a small piano shop in Lancheng, the clerk looked blankly at the person not far away. He looked up slightly and looked at the strings hanging on the wall. The traces of fair skin glowed with a faint porcelain light amidst the sound of silk and bamboo in the room.

, the originally narrow store suddenly became full of glory.

After looking at it for a long time, Wen Zhijun turned his head and sighed softly: "Sure enough, there is no black gold string..."

"Ah?" The waiter was startled. Faced with such shocking beauty, the words were stuck in his throat. After a long time, he nodded quickly: "Yes, yes... Wu Jinxian... Ah, yes, there is no Wu Jinxian."

Seeing the beauty frowning, the clerk added: "Wujin string is recorded in the music score. I have been in this industry for so many years and I have never seen Wujin string with my own eyes. It's not just that I have never seen it. In fact, this kind of string should be

It doesn’t exist at all.”

When Wen Zhijun heard this, he just smiled and did not refute.

How could it not be?

The Fengming Qin given to him by Xuanyuan Jing was made with Nine Heavens Wujin as its strings... However, like the Fengming Qin, the Wujin strings were only "legendary", and such ordinary piano shops would naturally not exist.

Wen Zhijun regretted in his heart. Originally, he planned to repair Fengming Qin to live up to Xuanyuan Mirror. But now it seems that it is very difficult.

His eyes swept over the row of Yao harps, and finally he chose a sandalwood harp. Xuanyuan Jing liked to hear him play the harp, so even if he didn't have the Fengming harp, he would still need to find a replacement.

After buying the Qin, Wen Zhijun turned around and left with the Yao Qin in his arms.

It was at this moment that a woman whispered from outside the door.

"Sister, please slow down!"

Then, a crisp and tender anger rose from the ground.

"Well, look, I'm still as light as a swallow even if I'm carrying a bun!"

Wen Zhijun stopped for a moment, suddenly feeling an unusual impulse in his heart. He stood there and looked out the door.

It was a scorching summer day outside, and the bright sunshine filled everything in sight, reflecting brightly in the eyes. The woman appeared in this scorching sun.

The soft and thin green gauze wraps the petite body, which makes people's eyes bright in such a sultry summer day.

Then, there was the woman's face...

I thought that someone with a voice like the oriole's singing must be a stunning beauty, but who would have thought that her face was just pretty.

Her big, round black eyes were full of smiles, her palm-sized face was rosy, and her rhombus lips were as tender as a petal.

It doesn't have the wild beauty of Xuanyuan Mirror, but it is so magical that people can't take their eyes away.

At least, Wen Zhijun looked at her blankly and fell into a demon...

Ye Jiangxue came to accompany Ye Zuibi to play the piano. He just jumped out of the carriage and was so frightened that Ye Zuibi choked.

Looking at the bulge under her gauze skirt, Yezuibi was really worried that the unripe bun would be jumped off like this!

Ye Jiangxue ran into the store with a smile. As soon as one foot stepped across the threshold, her whole body felt as if she was hit by five thunders. For a moment, she remained motionless, fixedly looking at the man holding the guqin.

...The elegant white clothes in his memory no longer existed. He was dressed in purple clothes with grace and splendor, and his wide sleeves were embroidered with layers of phoenix patterns. He was as noble as a phoenix from nine heavens away - so flamboyant and beautiful, so amazing.

momentum.

Banish an immortal?

No……

He is no longer the picturesque, cold and wandering immortal in white...

Gorgeous and long phoenix eyes, deep purple and pitch black, with silver hair like three thousand galaxies, and an alluring appearance that is unparalleled.

But he...isn't...

no……

Ye Jiangxue stared at him blankly, watching him move his gaze to her inch by inch, frowning bit by bit, and staring carefully over and over again.

The smile was fixed on his face. I had spent countless days and nights searching for him, missing him, traveling across mountains and rivers, and pursuing him for thousands of miles, just to meet him again one day.

This day came unexpectedly.

Without giving her any chance to prepare, he just stood in front of her... so familiar, so strange...

Jun Qing.

Junqing...

One hundred days have passed, and another hundred days have passed. I have searched all over the north and south of the Yangtze River, and searched all over the three mountains and five mountains. But my lord, where are you?

Is it really you standing in front of me?

Junqing...

You are looking at me, you are obviously looking at me, why, why is my heart so bitter, sour, and astringent. In a small piano store in Lancheng, the clerk looked at the person not far away blankly, and saw that he was slightly

Looking up at the strings hanging on the wall, the traces of fair skin glowed with a faint porcelain light amidst the sound of silk and bamboo in the room, and the originally narrow store suddenly became radiant.

After looking at it for a long time, Wen Zhijun turned his head and sighed softly: "Sure enough, there is no black gold string..."

"Ah?" The waiter was startled. Faced with such shocking beauty, the words were stuck in his throat. After a long time, he nodded quickly: "Yes, yes... Wu Jinxian... Ah, yes, there is no Wu Jinxian."

Seeing the beauty frowning, the clerk added: "Wujin string is recorded in the music score. I have been in this industry for so many years and I have never seen Wujin string with my own eyes. It's not just that I have never seen it. In fact, this kind of string should be

It doesn’t exist at all.”

When Wen Zhijun heard this, he just smiled and did not refute.

How could it not be?

The Fengming Qin given to him by Xuanyuan Jing was made with Nine Heavens Wujin as its strings... However, like the Fengming Qin, the Wujin strings were only "legendary", and such ordinary piano shops would naturally not exist.

Wen Zhijun regretted in his heart. Originally, he planned to repair Fengming Qin to live up to Xuanyuan Mirror. But now it seems that it is very difficult.

His eyes swept over the row of Yao harps, and finally he chose a sandalwood harp. Xuanyuan Jing liked to hear him play the harp, so even if he didn't have the Fengming harp, he would still need to find a replacement.

After buying the Qin, Wen Zhijun turned around and left with the Yao Qin in his arms.

It was at this moment that a woman whispered from outside the door.

"Sister, please slow down!"

Then, a crisp and tender anger rose from the ground.

"Well, look, I'm still as light as a swallow even if I'm carrying a bun!"

Wen Zhijun stopped for a moment, suddenly feeling an unusual impulse in his heart. He stood there and looked out the door.

It was a scorching summer day outside, and the bright sunshine filled everything in sight, reflecting brightly in the eyes. The woman appeared in this scorching sun.

The soft and thin green gauze wraps the petite body, which makes people's eyes bright in such a sultry summer day.

Then, there was the woman's face...

I thought that someone with a voice like the oriole's singing must be a stunning beauty, but who would have thought that her face was just pretty.

Her big, round black eyes were full of smiles, her palm-sized face was rosy, and her rhombus lips were as tender as a petal.

It doesn't have the wild beauty of Xuanyuan Mirror, but it is so magical that people can't take their eyes away.

At least, Wen Zhijun looked at her blankly and fell into a demon...

Ye Jiangxue came to accompany Ye Zuibi to play the piano. He just jumped out of the carriage and was so frightened that Ye Zuibi choked.

Looking at the bulge under her gauze skirt, Yezuibi was really worried that the unripe bun would be jumped off like this!

Ye Jiangxue ran into the store with a smile. As soon as one foot stepped across the threshold, her whole body felt as if she was hit by five thunders. For a moment, she remained motionless, fixedly looking at the man holding the guqin.

...The elegant white clothes in his memory no longer existed. He was dressed in purple clothes with grace and splendor, and his wide sleeves were embroidered with layers of phoenix patterns. He was as noble as a phoenix from nine heavens away - so flamboyant and beautiful, so amazing.

momentum.

Banish an immortal?

No……

He is no longer the picturesque, cold and wandering immortal in white...

Gorgeous and long phoenix eyes, deep purple and pitch black, with silver hair like three thousand galaxies, and an alluring appearance that is unparalleled.

But he...isn't...

no……

Ye Jiangxue stared at him blankly, watching him move his gaze to her inch by inch, frowning bit by bit, and staring carefully over and over again.

The smile was fixed on his face. I had spent countless days and nights searching for him, missing him, traveling across mountains and rivers, and pursuing him for thousands of miles, just to meet him again one day.

This day came unexpectedly.

Without giving her any chance to prepare, he just stood in front of her... so familiar, so strange...

Jun Qing.

Junqing...

One hundred days have passed, and another hundred days have passed. I have searched all over the north and south of the Yangtze River, and searched all over the three mountains and five mountains. But my lord, where are you?

Is it really you standing in front of me?

Junqing...
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