The next day.

The lake and autumn water and warm sun jointly outline a beautiful picture of the immortal palace outside the world.

In the center of the Li Yue Palace, there are three adjacent islands, connected by suspended bridges, and the area separated by them is called the Moon Lake and is regarded as the "Platform in front of the Palace" of Qianqiu Yuefu.

The main hall of the sect is located in Kuigu Island in the east, which is where the Qianqiu Yuefu Zushi Hall is located. There is a towering drum beating platform between the pavilions, with giant drums with the Qianqiu Yuefu emblem, and the buildings below overlap.

In the suspended bridge leading to the main hall of the sect, four women dressed in costumes walked slowly.

The cool and beautiful woman in the head has a graceful and noble manner and her eyes are on the Moon Lake; the three women behind her eyes are on her, with different expressions.

Jiang Yi's red dress is like fire, her makeup is grand and beautiful, but her eyes are sour. Looking at the pride of the concubine in front of her, she was still mumbling:

"I also went over to ask about the situation, a few words, and asked me when I came back at noon yesterday, which mouth did you ask? Huh?"

Wu Qingwan folded her hands around her waist, her temperament was quiet and elegant, and she spoke softly:

"There is still a question. Lingye is stubborn. When he meets a man after a long time of separation, he can't speak hard. Naturally, he has to change to a pink place to ask."

Leng Zhu's face was red and she pretended not to understand.

Although Shangguan Lingye suffered a lot of injuries at night and was a little unbearable to look back, he was still satisfied with the places he should be satisfied. The long drought and the nourishing rain made the snow-greasy cheeks feel a bit luster after being moisturized.

When Shangguan Lingye heard the two sisters mocking her for eating alone, he felt a little ashamed. In addition, the experience last night was too difficult to say, so she was afraid that the two of them would know, so she explained:

"I used to ask about the situation, but you don't know his character yet? He started to use both soft and hard skills with the words "It's time". I can't think of it, and I can't do anything."

Jiang Yi didn't believe it at all: "You can't help? You really want to leave and he can hold you back?"

"Yes, Quan'er never forces a woman. You really don't agree to him to force him? Look at your walking posture is wrong. You were repaired very hard last night, right? I came together today and found that the water in Chunchao Lake has risen a few feet, and Quan'er's house may have been flooded..."

Leng Zhu didn't understand and asked curiously:

"What does it have to do with the rising water in Chunchao Lake?"

Jiang Yi's face was a little red, but she still explained: "This fox charming person is so swollen that it is like a river flooding, with more water than my aunt."

"oh……"??

Wu Qingwan's eyes were slightly deeper, and she glanced at Jiang Yi, feeling that this girl did not have the awareness of "unity against the enemy". Why did she ridicule her?

Shangguan Lingye was so embarrassed that he was teased like this, but his expression was always calm. He just paused slightly and looked down to make sure that his steps were not strange.

After all, her mind is now full of shame when she takes a different path, and she feels strange and restless behind her.

While the four of them were chatting, they arrived at the Yuefu main hall on Kuigu Island. The owner of the mansion sat there, while Mrs. Xue was entertaining female guests. Shangguan Lingye's position to watch the ceremony was still near Mrs. Xue.

The Mid-Autumn Festival will only start at noon. The monks who came from all sides to join in the fun gradually arrived on a cruise ship. Most of them boarded the two islands they accompanied. Some people stood directly on the cruise ship and watched from a distance under the hanging veranda.

The water of Wangyue Lake is as clear as a mirror. There are many platforms flush with the water surface near the three islands. Fairies and immortal masters who are good at music take the stage to perform and communicate with all parties. There is also a large platform in the center of Wangyue Lake, because the Mid-Autumn Festival has not yet begun, so no one has gone up.

The main hall of Yuefu is facing the Moon Lake. It is a water palace pavilion. There are many immortals who have already gained fame. Others are coming here one after another. From time to time, you can hear the voices calling friends:

"Wang Xianchang, lucky to know..."

"I haven't seen you for ten years. Xiao Yunli has grown into a big girl. Who is standing here looking around? Are you waiting for?"

"Oh~ I haven't waited for anyone..."

...

After Shangguan Lingye sat down at the viewing position, the two girls next to him finally calmed down and began to look for the trace of the figure in the vast sea of ​​people around the Moon Lake.

Shangguan Lingye searched for a while but couldn't find it, so he turned his attention to the guests sitting in the main hall.

In addition to the wealthy sons who appeared on the cruise ship, there are also senior elders of the outer sect and the head of the aristocratic family in the main hall. Shangguan Lingye, the first time he came to Huajunzhou, may have heard of the name, but he did not know it.

According to his status, Shangguan Lingye is a top immortal in any place, so he naturally cannot take the initiative to go and greet these polite greetings. When no one comes to visit, he just chats with Yahe, the receptionist.

Not far away, the people from Yingyang Immortal Palace have already taken seats in the main hall.

Originally, according to his identity, the location of Yingyang Immortal Palace should be near Shangguan Lingye, but there was a conflict between the two sides on the cruise ship. Mrs. Xue thoughtfully separated the seats, not far apart, but was isolated by the flower and bird landscape, and could not see each other.

In the seats with an elegant environment, Dongfang Yunzhi, wearing a white dress, looked not very good-looking. He sat alone behind the long desk and fiddled with the exquisitely crafted lyre in front of him.

Zhou Mu sat next to him, looking at the crowd around the Moon Lake. Seeing Dongfang Yunzhi, who had always liked the feeling of the stars holding the moon, sat here without saying a word, he said:

"Yun Zhi, I have already greeted Mr. Sanzhu. Today I will teach the Dongzhou barbarian a lesson in public..."

Dongfang Yunzhi is a tough guy and not stupid person. He said coldly:

"What does it have to do with me when I scold you in public? Do you think I am angry about this? Offend Yingyang Immortal Palace. As a disciple, you don't go up and fight with your life, but instead go to Mrs. Xue for help. The sect's face was thrown away by you."

Dongfang Yunzhi dared to scold Zhou Mu, but Zhou Mu had no courage to scold the descendants of the ancestor, so he could only shake his head and said:

"I have been a companion for you since I was a child. I have learned piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songs, and essays. I am indeed not good at playing the game. That barbarian is a sword cultivator. He uses force to defeat people, which is equivalent to using long to beat the short, and it is unreasonable at all. If I compete on the piano and chess, how could I be afraid of him at all?"

Dongfang Yunzhi did not deny this, but said:

"I know the other party is a barbarian. What's the use of asking Mr. Sanzhu to call him rude? If you want to scold him, you should scold Shangguan Lingye. He is obviously an ignorant country village woman. She came here to pretend to be elegant..."

"Don't worry, I've made arrangements. Today, the barbarian will definitely not be able to get out of Taiwan. They are all from Dongzhou. The barbarian is embarrassing. Isn't it also slapping Shangguan Lingye in the face..."

When the two of them were talking, Dongfang Yunzhi suddenly looked at the Moon Lake.

Zhou Mu followed the crowded islands of the two adjacent moon lakes, and there were fairies on more than a dozen round platforms by the lake. The immortal master showed off his folk art. Dongfang Yunzhi was watching one of the round platforms, with a round-faced girl wearing a rudang skirt on it, who was debugging the pipa to prepare for a performance.

Dang Dang Dang

"Is there a problem with this person?"

"I don't know, the tone of this pipa is very special."

"Well... the sound is so thick, it's similar to that of the world's cotton-pinning. Can this thing pop up the tone?"

"Can cotton bounce?"

“…”

…—

Zuo Lingquan took a cruise ship and crossed hundreds of miles of lake. In the early morning of this year, he arrived at Ganfeng Island of the Li Yue Palace.

Because the sect celebration had not yet begun, I stood with Jingyan and Qiutao on the edge of the Moon Lake to watch the casual cultivators outside and the disciples of the small sect perform.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in Qianqiu Yuefu is an occasion for artistic exchange. As long as you have some skills, you can go to the stage. If you don’t have the ability to go up and attract attention, the deacon in Qianqiu Yuefu will not be able to stop it. However, no matter how thick-skinned a normal person is, he will not be embarrassed to mess around on such a big occasion.

The monks who performed on stage outside were not as good as famous people, but there were also many female cultivators with extraordinary appearance.

Zuo Lingquan stood by the pool and watched for most of the day, and saw a cool-dressed cultivator dancing on the stage. I don’t know if it was from the ‘Hehuan Sect’. Anyway, the dance posture was so tempting that it was so insincere that it was twisting the waist and hips, which made the dumpling cover his eyes: “Jijiji…” and said some bird songs that ‘This woman is more sexy than her mother’.

Unfortunately, before Zuo Lingquan could take a look, Jingyan pinched his waist and pulled it to another place. He heard that an old man had been pulling the Erhu for a long time and didn't look at anything.

After Xie Qiutao arrived at the Li Yue Palace in the early morning, he signed up with the deacons of Qianqiu Yuefu, but there were too many people in line. When it was her turn to play, the sect celebration was about to begin.

Xie Qiutao is lively and outgoing, and is not at all afraid of the highly anticipated occasions. He holds the iron pipa and is eager to try it out.

Zuo Lingquan and Tang Jingyan were a little worried, especially Tuanzi, who bit Xie Qiutao's skirt and signaled, "Taotao, don't be impulsive, people can not be afraid of death, but they cannot die for thousands of years."

Zuo Lingquan couldn't say that Qiutao's skills were not good. Anyway, it was a time for communication. After hesitating, he still encouraged:

"Don't worry, I will deal with anyone who dares to laugh at you."

Xie Qiutao was not very satisfied with this: "Young Master Zuo, don't you believe me? You used to play and play. I'm serious, but it's very awesome."

Zuo Lingquan was half-believing and half-doubted, watching Taotao, who was vowing to become famous today, jumped onto the round platform by the lake.

Xie Qiutao sat with the pipa under the gaze of thousands of monks, slightly adjusted his posture, and after finding the familiar rhythm, he began to practice the songs that had been practiced for many days:

"Dangdang~"

result……

It’s not to say that you play cotton. The song is very cheerful, and it has a unique flavor with the low and heavy tone of the iron pipa.

However, Xie Qiutao has been taking the responsibility of subduing demons since childhood, and mainly focuses on family music techniques. He has not studied pure music deeply. He wants to suppress Qianqiu Yuefu with his own strength, but he is still not in a hurry.

But even so, Xie Qiutao's level of performance on the stage was far greater than that of most of the casual cultivators. The monks watching first had a strange tone of the pipa, but finally they were attracted by the song, and countless people nodded and praised it.

The master sitting in the main hall of Yuefu also heard the pipa song with a special tone. After listening for a while, the female cultivator Yahe said:

"The song played by this girl is a bit like a music in the Northland. Beizawazhou is declining, most of the immortals such as Xuanwutai have disappeared, and their inheritance has been cut off. Now it is rare to hear it."

Shangguan Lingye and others, who were worried about Xie Qiutao, were relieved when they heard this.

Dang Dang Dang

At the end of the song, after a moment of silence on the lakeside, a warm clapping sound came out.

Xie Qiutao was a little proud, held the pipa and bowed, then jumped off the stage. After everyone's targets were attracted by the female cultivator who performed the next performance, he ran to Zuo Lingquan:

"Young Master Zuo, how about it?"

Tuanzi squatted in Tang Jingwen's arms, "Jiji~" responded, probably saying: "You used to play like this, the little turtle had long recognized his master, and the birds thought you could only play cotton tweed."

Zuo Lingquan admired her eyes: "Eye-opening, it sounds very nice."

Xie Qiutao was a little dissatisfied and said with a smile:

"This praise is so insincere. Mr. Zuo, don't you recite poems? I play so hard that you can't improvise a poem to praise?"

Tang Jingwen also nodded: "Yes, this kind of literary occasion, you have to join in the fun when you come here, or you can go up and recite a poem?"

"Yeah yeah……"

"Ji~"

Zuo Lingquan was able to recite poems and write a couplets, but Qiu Tao looked so eager, he thought about it for a moment and said, "I'll make a lot of thoughts."

"Well... the rotation axis plucks the string for a few times, and before the tune becomes, there will be feelings. The strings are blocked and suppressed... suppress... I forgot later."

Xie Qiutao was waiting eagerly, very disappointed:

"After wanting a complete song, you don't have to evaluate the song, praise the beauty, or describe the scenery."

"Okay, um... goose, goose, geese, sing towards the sky..."

"The poem is good...but are there gooses here? The dumplings don't count, they have no neck..."

"grumble?"
To be continued...