Chapter 179 Big Beads and Small Beads Falling on a Jade Plate
Many people in Cangzhuang have never seen what Qin Shaou's man looks like, but even if they saw him at this time, he was covered with coarse cloth, which aroused the curiosity of the villagers.
Wang Yuan only had two plain eyes exposed, but after scanning around the people of Cangzhuang, they felt inferior at the same time, as if the person in front of them did not belong here.
Wang Yuan was very angry and had been holding back for a year. He wanted to recover from his injuries. When he came out to walk around and ask questions, he asked where this place was. Then the demon clone immediately rushed over to save him and the demon clone. Only then day and night
Recuperate with peace of mind.
But the good atmosphere was broken like this. Perhaps the sunshine had disappeared for a while. He looked at the sky with disgust, naturally revealing the aura of a cultivator.
Xuan Yantian's cultivation base was dispersed by "decoction", but as Wang Yuan, who had practiced cultivation for nearly 400 years, his eyes that had gone through many dangers were not something that this group of villagers could look at.
However, mortals are mortals after all. After feeling excited in their hearts, they thought it was a trance caused by hard work day and night. They instantly forgot about it and looked at Wang Yuan with sympathetic eyes.
"Let's go." Xuan Yantian smiled softly at Wang Yuan, and then without stopping for a moment, passed through Zhuang Min's sight and left Cangzhuang.
Cang Weichen stroked his beard and stared thoughtfully at the two people who had disappeared from his eyes, but he shook his head and muttered a few words to himself.
Encounter in Cangzhuang, a calm and peaceful year. Ever since Wang Yuan entered the journey of cultivation, where did the word peace come from? He has been pursuing his own path, and this year has also become a symbol in his memory.
A beautiful langur flower.
————For several days in a row, Xuan Yantian did not activate any cultivation. Just like this, carrying Wang Yuan on his back, he finally found a place that seemed relatively quiet.
This is the upper reaches of the river in Cangzhuang. The landform is steep, with strange peaks and rocks, intertwined with evergreen cypresses, and the sound of flowing water moistening things can be heard.
Xuan Yantian untied the thick rope tied around his waist, slowly placed Wang Yuan on the smooth gravel, and then lifted off the coarse cloth that covered his face. That peerless, alluring face appeared in Wang Yuan's eyes again.
Look at him with a smile.
"We are so miserable, we were expelled, hum." Xuan Yantian waved her pink fist and gestured towards Wang Yuan, as if she was coquettishly showing off to Wang Yuan.
"The owner of the village is not an ordinary person." Wang Yuan looked at the blue sky alone and said.
Xuan Yantian's beautiful eyes were startled, and she asked: "Your cultivation has been imprisoned by me, how can you still see the extraordinary power of the owner of the village?"
If Wang Yuan had something to say now, it would definitely be aroused. Xuan Yantian finally told the truth. Wang Yuan smiled hoarsely and said: "Your thoughts are too simple. Not all people who look extraordinary are reclusive practitioners.
, and possibly a martial arts master among mortals."
Xuanyan Tianqiong's nose wrinkled, knowing that she had fallen into Wang Yuan's trap, and punched his chest with a pink fist, but Wang Yuan coughed and gasped in pain, as if his chest had been hit by a giant hammer.
"Ah!" Xuan Yantian exclaimed, quickly rubbed the spot where she had just hit, and said with some affection: "You have to get better quickly, otherwise you won't be bullied by me every day?"
After saying that, Xuan Yantian leaned her head on Wang Yuan's chest, her hair spread playfully, and a tangy fragrance came, causing Wang Yuan's eyes to flicker a few times.
"Are you pretending to be a woman named Xu Xiaoxuan here? Am I right?" Xuan Yantian said quietly.
However, Wang Yuan remained silent. If he could move his hands, he would have pushed this woman away.
"Alas." Xuan Yantian sighed softly, raised her head, tucked her hair behind her ears, and said with a gloomy expression, "Actually, your place no longer belongs to you."
Xuan Yantian pointed at Wang Yuan's heart. The jade finger was so straight and white.
"What do you mean?" Wang Yuan asked suddenly. There was something in Xuan Yantian's words, and he also noticed something strange.
But Xuan Yantian made a gorgeous turn, with three thousand black hairs flying. She stood up and walked Yingying to the river. With her cultivation, how could her steps be blocked by the strange peaks and rocks? She untied the coarse linen clothes, and the sun flashed, and a
The fair skin is exposed in the air, and the fragrant shoulders are soft, like the traces of a touching scene.
Half of the shoulders have this heart-drying impulse. What would happen if the veil was lifted from the entire body?
Wang Yuan had already turned his head away and closed his eyes to rest, but the sound of the rustling of clothes rang in his ears, like a whisper, which made him unable to force himself into meditation!
After a while, there was a "pop" sound, and there was only a coarse linen suit and a few pieces of very light clothing left on the shore, but Xuan Yantian appeared deep in the river.
Two fair arms stretched out, playing with the water splash happily, and the long hair spread naturally, with thousands of styles, which made the world eclipse her. The red lips were also covered with water drops, which was cute and smart.
Under the peerless face, the swan-like long neck has perfect proportions. If it is longer, it would not have such a shocking length. Under the neck, there is a touch of fair skin, the skin is crimson, reflecting the river water and the morning glow.
Snow, flowers and moon.
Wang Yuan was "tortured" by this voice for a long time. He simply started to recite magic spells in his mind. He recited each mysterious spell and incantation once. After one repetition, Xuan Yantian had not had enough fun, so he recited it again.
Once.
After four times in a row, the sound of footsteps was heard in his ears. Wang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, exhaled a heavy breath, and turned his head away.
The first thing that catches the eye is the rosy, small and exquisite toes. The coarse linen clothes and trouser legs at the ankles cannot hide this temperament that everyone is jealous of.
Wang Yuan did not continue to look up, but turned his head away and said calmly: "Aren't you afraid that someone is peeking?"
"Giggle, is it you who you are talking about?" Xuan Yantian walked around Wang Yuan's body, her beautiful eyes exuding charm, and she looked at him with interest.
Xuan Yantian, who had just taken a bath, was even more perfect, and the hibiscus in the water was less than one ten thousandth.
It is said that demon girls are naturally good at charming, but at this moment, Wang Yuan felt that this woman's charm was inferior to that of Ye Lan, a disciple of the demon girl Hongfen Palace. This was not deliberately emitted, but revealed naturally.
"How about we build a wooden house here?" Looking at Wang Yuan who was silent, Xuan Yantian changed the subject.
But Wang Yuan remained silent, not wanting to waste his words.
"If you don't tell me, I'll just assume you agree!" Xuan Yantian smiled like an excited child. She didn't know why she was laughing or what was so funny about it.
In this way, a wooden house was quickly built, and time gradually passed.
Wang Yuan consciously leaned in the corner and slowly adjusted his body. During this year, at the beginning, his eyes could not open, as if they were burned and stuck together. Now, Wang Yuan can feel that his body is slowly recovering.
, maybe part of the bitter medicine that Xuan Yantian forced him to drink every day had the effect of recuperating the body, but of course the most important effect was to dissipate Wang Yuan's cultivation.
As night falls, this place is particularly empty, the sky is full of stars, and the huge and extremely round moon is so close that it seems like you can pick it up with just a stretch of your hand.
In the dark corner of the wooden house, Wang Yuan was trying hard to move his feet, but he was sweating profusely and could not move even half an inch. Finally, he gave up and whispered: "It seems that I was a little too hasty."
Wang Yuan was so excited that day that he wanted to appear at the Immortal Worshiping Sect immediately, but in the end something went wrong and he was hurt.
In the darkness, Wang Yuan's eyes flickered, and finally turned cold. "Uncle Zhou... you didn't want to continue to have anything to do with immortality. You could have entered reincarnation peacefully in your lifetime, but you haven't grown old in hundreds of years."
Being captured by others can only mean that the Immortal Worshiping Sect used vicious methods to extend your lifespan, and ultimately died at the hands of others! I and the Immortal Worshiping Sect will never be together in this life, and I will never forget your hatred. Treat me
The injury has improved, but the Immortal Worshiping Sect will surely be destroyed!"
Wang Yuan's thoughts drifted to a long time ago. In the inner courtyard of "Yiju", there were a mulberry tree and a catalpa tree. He learned the story of mulberry trees from Zhou Dalai, and Wang Yuan also felt like home.
Bit by bit, they finally gathered into a vast ocean. Wang Yuan's eyes became colder and colder, and his chest heaved up and down. Then he tried to move his feet again, despite the heartbreaking pain, but he had a reason and an oath that he could not fail!
Suddenly, a "buzz" sound sounded. Wang Yuan frowned, stopped moving, and his ears squirmed, trying his best to hear the source of the sound.
Under the cover of night, on top of a strange rock, on a flat bluestone, there was a graceful figure, with the round and big moon behind it. It was so hazy that it was hard to see who the figure was.
The sound of playing the harp suddenly drifted down from the bluestone, so melodious and clear, like the mountain spring playing among the blue luan; so free and unrestrained, like the breeze passing by the willow branches; so soft and gorgeous, like the dancing flowers among the flowers.
Colorful butterflies; so cold and noble, like a red plum among the dancing snow.
The sound of the piano contained infinite power. Wang Yuan's tired body seemed to be washed by the sound, and he stood up slowly!
Guided by the sound of the piano, Wang Yuan walked to the wooden door step by step, gently pushed open the wooden door, and a ray of moonlight floated down. The bright moonlight made Wang Yuan close his eyes, and he just leaned against the wooden door and listened.
Listen to the music and feel the moonlight.
There are noisy and mixed bullets, big and small beads falling on the jade plate... Don't feel sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
Sometimes the sound of the piano is soaring into the clouds and as low as a whisper; sometimes the sound of the piano is as misty as silk in the wind; sometimes the sound of the piano is as steady as the rustling pines on the cliff.
The beauty reflects the moon, her slender figure twists slightly, and the sound of the ball rolling down the piano falls. At this moment, what if we abandon all hatred, and abandon the thought of asking.
Wang Yuan walked out from the sound of the piano. He could not let go of his hatred, and he could not abandon his thoughts. He gave up the sound of the piano and walked back to the wooden house.
On the melodious mountain, the pretty figure trembled slightly, and then the music of the piano disappeared. But just for a moment, the music of the piano fell again, but this time the music was a little melodious and sad, clear and cold.
In the night wind, a low voice sounded: "I feel sad when I reflect the moon, I feel sad when I reflect on the moon. There is always something unintentional and intentional. How many memories are in my heart."
After a long time, the sound stopped, and the beauty stood up. She put her jade hand on her chest, rubbed it gently, and murmured: "Your place no longer belongs to you."
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