Seeing such a beautiful scene at night, the heartstrings inevitably sway.
The face of the woman playing the piano in front of me is really comparable to that of a fairy!
What a nice view!
Looking carefully, the woman is not wearing a tube top, but there are sections of red silk skirts attached to the back, which flow down the waist and fall to the ground. It is really called "the skirt drags six pieces of Xiangjiang water".
The temples are fragrant red, and the cyanotic hair is thicker than the mu.
Playing the piano with slender fingers, and looking up, even Luo Yun couldn't help swallowing.
"The girl is so cultivated, how did she see through me?"
Luo Yun bowed slightly, and quickly glanced elsewhere.
Beauty should not be seen too much.
"You have already imitated so much that even the closest people around him may not be able to tell."
"But you are not lustful enough, that's why I saw it."
The woman playing the piano stopped, and looked straight at Luo Yun.
"I see¡¡"
Luo Yun grinned.
He really can't imitate things like lust!
He knew that there were three hundred concubines in Zhao Qian's mansion, and even when talking to them, he would put his hands into his clothes.
"Forget it, let's see the trick."
Luo Yun didn't care about it anymore, "Miss Youwei, I came here to ask you if you are willing to join our Shennong Church?"
"Shen Nong Hall? Never heard of it."
Feng Youwei got up happily and went to the inner room to make tea.
Luo Yun glanced at her snow-white and clean feet, thinking: This girl is really weird, why doesn't she like to wear something?
Although this oiran is a rare stunner in the world, Luo Yun did not lose his head.
He didn't directly say Xiameng, but threw out a Mohist Shennongtang, anyway, the name is just a code name.
"Miss Youwei, the world has been suffering for a long time!"
"Shen Nong Hall came into being to save the common people from misery and fire. I know that the girl's cultivation is unfathomable. If you are willing to help us, you will surely accumulate great merit!"
"Kungfu?" Feng Youwei came out with two teacups flying around him.
"After it's done, I can even give the girl an elixir, it's a real elixir!"
Luo Yun looked directly into Feng Youwei's eyes, and even threw out the elixir, which showed his determination.
In fact, the elixir is not as expensive as imagined, and one million spirit crystals can buy an ordinary one.
"Drink tea."
Feng Youwei raised his hand, and a delicate and small glazed teacup floated towards Luoyun.
"It's so fragrant, this tea Lingyin Immortal Tea!"
Luo Yun just smelled it, and was shocked in his heart.
Lingyin Immortal Tea is the tribute tea of ??the Tang Empire in the Immortal Realm, and only the emperor and some masters who have attained Taoism and immortality can enjoy this delicacy!
"According to rumors, the mist from Lingyin Immortal Tea can make people's eyes appear illusory for a moment, and even the cup can't be seen, hence the name Lingyin."
"I can drink this kind of fairy tea here, does this girl come from the fairy world?"
Luo Yun quickly calmed down and drank the fairy tea.
"Huh, good tea!"
"It's a pity that my deity didn't drink it, otherwise it would be of great benefit to my cultivation."
Sigh sadly.
In fact, Luo Yun has never drunk Lingyin Immortal Tea, only read it in books, otherwise he should be able to find that the taste and aroma of this cup of Immortal Tea are not very authentic.
"Girl"
After drinking the tea, Luo Yun wanted to say more.
But Feng Youwei interrupted him: "You should go back, I have already seen through the world of mortals, and now it is the world of games, I don't want to care about anything."
"The girl doesn't want to care, or doesn't dare to care?"
Luo Yun asked sideways.
"You don't need to provoke me. The Kunlun Immortal Sect has an ancient immortal weapon inheritance, and its background is unfathomable. I can't deal with all three."
Feng Youwei walked to the porch and admired the moon, his tone was not the slightest waver.
The entire wall of her boudoir is hollowed out, which is very suitable for admiring the moon, because there is a formation, and people outside can't see him.
"There are over 100 million people killed and injured in Qingzhou, does the girl really want to remain indifferent?"
Luo Yun still wants to work harder.
Unknowingly, he has completely stood on the opposite side of Kunlun Xianzong.
"The rise and fall of the world has its own definite number, how can manpower overcome the sky."
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Feng Youwei looked back at Luo Yun: "Well, that's right, you killed Zhao Qian, Zhao Wuyan, that old poisonous son, is just such a son, and he will never treat you lightly, unless you keep pretending."
(Note that this involves a little knowledge point: Generally speaking, the higher the cultivation level, the harder it is for people to have children. God is fair on this point, so everyone should be cautious when cultivating immortals in the future)
"Since that's the case, Miss Youwei, please excuse me."
Luo Yun saluted again, but finally gave up.
He had a faint feeling that the woman in front of him should be an 'old antique' who had lived for thousands of years, and that the firmness of her Taoist heart was definitely not something he could shake with a few words.
But at this moment, two people opened the bead curtain and walked in.
Two people, one old and one young.
The boy was wearing a yellow shirt and a white fox mask, with a thin build.
The old man was very short, with a dwarf with a mangy head and a big white beard. His appearance was really unflattering.
However, the moment Luo Yun saw the old man, Luo Yun almost lost his mind!
"It's so strange, Miss Xiangtong, you actually know how to receive guests?"
The boy in the yellow shirt glanced at Luo Yun playfully, as if looking at a dog, "Zhao Qian, I haven't seen you for many years, you don't seem to know me anymore?"
"How dare, Zhao Qian has seen the Holy Son!"
Luo Yun hurriedly bowed and saluted, the shock in his heart couldn't be added.
"It turned out to be them!!"
"The Holy Son of Kunlun is actually"
Luo Yun quickly hid the shock in his heart, and he must not lose the chain at the critical moment.
He didn't care what the young man called Feng Youwei, he just regarded it as the maiden name of this oiran.
"Um?"
"Zhao Qian, raise your head."
The boy in the yellow shirt seemed to have noticed something, the pair of black eyes behind the white fox mask shot sharp gazes.
"yes¡¡"
Luo Yun began to sweat in his heart.
It never occurred to him that this Son of Kunlun turned out to be his old acquaintance!
Also blame Zhao Qian for never having private contact with Son of Kunlun, otherwise he should be able to find some clues!
"Zhe Xingsun, I have thought about what you told me last time."
"Let's talk about the conditions."
Fortunately, Feng Youwei got out of the siege in time.
"real?"
The boy in the yellow shirt showed joy in his eyes, and without turning his head, he told Luo Yun: "Zhao Qian, I have something to discuss with Feng Huakui, you go."
"Yes, Holy Son."
Luo Yun kept bowing all the time, and retreated.
It wasn't until the willow heart came out, a stone hanging in his heart, that it fell down.
"Zhe Xingsun, you are not dead!"
"How can this be?"
Luo Yun's brain was buzzing.
He never expected that Zhe Xingsun, who was killed by him in the crypt two years ago, would come back to life!
"No, the aura on his body is very strong, at least it is also in the Thunder Tribulation period."
"Could it be that what I killed at the beginning was only his clone?"
"Damn, things got complicated"
Luo Yun secretly gritted his teeth.
He is not so afraid of Xingsun, but the trouble is the white-browed land lord 'Huang Wa' beside him!
Back then, when Zui Xuejian appeared to protect the Lord, he suffered a lot! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com