"Zheng"

In the evening, the song ended on the piano stage.

Yaoqin, wearing a veil, placed her hands flat on the strings and looked at the mustard seed monk not far away.

The latter closed his eyes and held the Buddhist beads in his hand, but did not move, and he didn't move, as if he was still immersed in the afterglow of the song just now.

Mustard Monk is a person who knows the piano.

Of course, I can feel that Yao Qin's superb qin's qin skills are definitely above him.

Such a young girl has such a piano skill in her youth. In addition to practicing hard since childhood, she must also have extraordinary talent.

After counting breaths, the Mustard Monk opened his eyes and the Buddhist beads in his hand began to rotate.

In this small pavilion near the lake, he said to Yaoqin:

"If what I expected is not bad, the girl is born with a piano heart. If she can continue to practice this music, her future achievements will be bound to be limited."

"Master Mustard Seed has praised it, and the master's piano skills have reached its peak. I just heard the master's ancient Zen sound, which made Yaoqin quite understand."

Yaoqin chuckled. Although she has never liked to meet outsiders since she was a child, she felt a soulmate when talking to this master, so naturally she would not be too indifferent.

What's more, it was this master who escorted Qingqing girl back to the Qintai.

Most of the Luoyueqintai was destroyed in the Suzhou War. The Mo family skilled craftsman has been repairing for three months, but it has not been repaired intact. Now it is barely able to live.

As for Yaoqin herself, she returned from Guangdong and Guangxi last month and was three months away from Suzhou.

There were too many things to squeeze at hand. Although I was very worried, I could only send a letter to Qingqing in a hurry, but I didn’t get a reply.

Today Qingqing returned to Qintai, which was an unexpected surprise. Seeing that Qingqing was fine, Yaoqin put down the big stone in her heart and felt much more happy.

She turned her head and looked at the small bridge on the lake ahead, looking at Qingqing and Langshu who gathered underwater koi. She said softly:

"I would like to thank the master for sending my sister home this time. I have not seen her for three months, and I am worried."

"Um."

The mustard monk turned the Buddhist beads and nodded with a smile.

Around the pavilion, under the palace lights and candles, the scarred face of the mustard monk was quite horrified. He pronounced the Buddha's name and whispered to Yaoqin:

"It's too late, I'm disturbing today, and I feel uneasy, so I left."

After saying that, he stood up and said goodbye to the monk and left.

Qingqing and Yaoqin sent the two masters to the gate of the Qintai and then turned over and left.

"Sister Yaoqin, are you having fun going to Guangdong and Guangxi?"

On the way back to the Qintai wing, Qingqing spoke to Yaoqin, while Yaoqin held Qingqing's shoulders, and the two were close like real sisters.

But Qingqing still has a sense of worry in her heart.

When he separated from Shen Qiu, the senior brother's warning was hanging in his heart, and it was said by the leader of the martial arts world in person, which made Qingqing quite confused.

From the bottom of her heart, she didn't believe that Sister Yaoqin would have anything to do with the people in the Demonic Dao. Perhaps there were other people in the Demonic Dao hidden in Qin Taichung.

In the face of Qingqing's inquiry, Yaoqin waved the beauty fan in her hand and said with a chuckle:

"I, going to Guangdong and Guangxi is just a business, so how can I have time to travel around?

But you girl, I'm so obedient. When I left Suzhou, I sent someone to find you and asked you to go to Guangdong and Guangxi with me.

But you went to Luoyang first. Such a big thing happened in Suzhou, leaving only Shen Qiu here, which made me very worried."

“Huh?”

Qingqing widened her eyes, she looked up at Yaoqin, and she said:

"Are you worried about your senior brother? Sister Yaoqin, are you falling in love with your senior brother?"

"nonsense!"

Yaoqin tapped Qingqing's forehead with a stern face, and she said:

"This is a punishment for you, and you are not allowed to talk nonsense.

But Chen Qiu is a close person, and he will inevitably feel a little sad. Since he is safe and sound, he naturally doesn’t need to worry anymore. Qingqing, will he not leave after coming back?"

"Uh, I'm leaving."

Qingqing lowered her head, her tone was a little sad, she said:

"I came back to worship my master. My senior brother asked me to put incense sticks in front of his master's grave on his behalf. I stayed in Suzhou for half a month, but I still had to go back to Luoyang with Master Henming.

My senior brother and I made an appointment to go to Luoyang to wait for him."

"Yeah?"

Under the veil of Yaoqin, she also pursed her lips, and she also felt a sense of separation in her heart.

She said to Qingqing:

"Since it was your senior brother who said it, I won't stop it. But in the past half month, I have been staying at Qintai and accompanying my sister.

Alas, the people around us who can talk are gone one by one."

Yaoqin sent Qingqing back to the wing room and returned to the boudoir himself.

But as soon as the door was opened, he saw a man in black sitting on the chair in the boudoir.

The man was wearing a night-mounted dress and a hat. The black veil was hanging down, his face was not visible, and his body was symmetrical.

When Yaoqin walked into the room, she flicked her fingers gently, and two strong winds hit, slamming the door behind Yaoqin.

The man in black walked in a very exquisite way, so he rushed forward and pointed.

Yaoqin, who has always been dignified and generous, has no power to tie a chicken, faced the visitor in front of her, and was swaying, and she avoided the thorny fingers.

Just like the afterimage floating, it stopped on the other side of the boudoir as it moved.

She looked at the person in front of her vigilantly, but the latter stopped attacking her, but stood there, holding her arms and saying in a silence:

"Miss Yaoqin is good at body movements!

The country you are born with is as beautiful as a willow. Although you are not skilled in martial arts, you are quite skilled in pursuing the selves, just like what I see.

It should be the unique body technique of the Holy Fire Sect, the lonely smoke step in the long river?"

A trace of fear flashed in Yaoqin's big eyes. She forced herself to calm down and said sternly:

"You thief, you can't talk nonsense. My Su family has been a businessman for generations and has nothing to do with the martial arts world, let alone the Western Regions Demon Cult..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the man in black in front of her impatiently waved her hand.

The latter lowered his voice and said in a whispering tone:

"In June of the fifth year of Zhengding, Zhang Moye went to the Holy Volcano. The Holy Fire Sect was in chaos. Two saints disappeared in chaos. In August of that year, Su Han, the owner of Luoyueqintai, rescued a woman from the Western Regions in Guanzhong.

In November of the following year, the woman gave birth to a daughter, Su Han's legitimate daughter...

Miss Yaoqin, do you want me to continue talking?"

The man in black sneered, and he looked at Yaoqin, whose face was pale and trembling body.

He said:

"Miss, don't worry. I don't come to coerce you. I just hope that the girl will not implicate the right and wrong on her to innocent people."

"What you said is the top secret of my Su family, where do you know it?"

Yaoqin calmed down. Seeing that the person in front of her was not malicious and her speech was confused, she asked:

"Who is your lord? What does it mean to implicate innocent people?"

“I mean…”

The man in black said halfway through his words, and suddenly started his feet, like a ghostly afterimage, bypassing the round table in front of him and rushing to Yaoqin.

The latter still wants to avoid it, but no matter how exquisite the body movement is, it still needs the support of true qi.

Yaoqin is not a martial arts skill, and can only be practiced with skill, and can be moved in a short time. In this sudden situation, the reaction is a little slower.

As a result, when the man in black was thrust and pulled with his palm, she was swept and swept away by a whistling force, and was grabbed at the man in black, and then strangled to the neck, and she was lifted into the air.

Yaoqin felt difficulty breathing, and a huge force was applied to her neck.

As long as she tried a little harder, her neck would be broken.

The shadow of death has never been so close.

"What I mean is that Fan Qingqing, the last blood descendant of the Great Chu, has a noble status and a rough life experience, and will not be plagued by the grudges in you.

If you really treat her as a sister, you should stay away from her!

As for who I am..."

"Bang"

Yaoqin was thrown away casually, and her slender body was poured between the chairs. She held her neck and coughed twice. When she raised her head, she saw the man in black holding a round emblem in his hand.

It seems like money is empty.

He said to Yaoqin:
To be continued...