Chapter 144: Son of Guigui · 15

Sometimes Tangling would also like to think about when he fell in love with this girl.
He remembered that there was no sun and moon at that time, but initially he was alone in the world. Occasionally he demolished a phoenix and used the phoenix's tendons and the wood of the millennium bodhi tree to make a piano.
He played the piano on and off for almost a hundred years. At that time, there was a powerful Buddha preaching under the bodhi tree, and the sound of the Buddha was lingering all day long. On the day when this piano was made, a phoenix came to drink. The passing Buddha saw the piano in his hand and smiled and said: "Yo, it is a spirit what?"
Spiritual things, that is to be wise sooner or later.
However, Dongling has not always given much hope for things that have not been done. At that time, he was carrying this piano, from one person walking in the flood, to one person walking in the flood.
Hong Huang didn't have a temperament at that time. He fiddled with the piano and finally learned how to play it. When the song was completed, there was aura in this piano. He vaguely felt that there was a light group in it, and it was moving around inside. When Ling rejoiced, it rejoiced and swam to his hand, rubbing his palm. When Dongling was sad, it followed with sadness, and slowly swam beside him, as if comforting.
At that time, he was still very happy.
Even if the talent is extraordinary, after all, it is a teenager. When a person has been around for a long time, there is something that will accompany him.
He spent a lot of time on this piano every day at that time, carving it, oiling it, and maintaining it. This strengthened Qin's spiritual consciousness day by day, and he was worried and a little happy in his heart.
Will it become human? If it were an adult, what would it look like? Will it become male or female? What kind of temperament will it be?
Will it like him? Will you remember him?
He has countless doubts in his heart. In order to deepen his feelings with this violin, he even holds this violin to sleep and talks to it every day.
"I am your master. If you wake up in the future, you must remember me."
After thinking for a while, the young Dongling couldn't help but pursed his lips and said, "Not only do you have to remember me, you have to treat me well, repay me, treat me as your most important person, do not leave me, accompany me, Your world is only me, do you know? "
Lingzhi couldn't speak, so he swam around and rubbed Dongling's hand.
Tangling couldn't help laughing, he flicked the consciousness with his hand, and the consciousness shivered, then rubbed over again.
With such cold weather, the piano body was smoothed by him for a long time.
I don't remember the exact day. He was seriously injured when he was fighting with each other. After he killed the opponent with his last sword, he was blinded by the poison.
Fearing panic in his heart, he fumbled to where he played the piano.
"Are you OK?"
He raised his hand to touch the piano. His body was scarred, and his hand was also cut by a sharp blade.
That Lingzhi touched him on the strings, and he finally let his mind down, and suddenly collapsed to the ground. He put his hand on the piano and exhaled: "It's okay ... just fine."
After talking, he fainted slowly.
His blood fell on the piano, and with his blood, the ray of consciousness turned into a human form.
He always knew she was stupid, and she was stupid when she was still conscious.
Who knows that being a person is even more stupid. When he woke up, there was a familiar spiritual aura around him, but there were more voices when people walked and spoke.
He knew that the man had saved her, but the other person did not say a word, he could only speak first: "Did you save me?"
"Um ... it's me, don't you revenge!"
The other party spoke nervously.
He didn't speak, pursed his lips.
Her aura was familiar to him, but she didn't know his acquaintance at all. At that time, he was a little angry, and felt that this consciousness was really stupid. After all his advice, she still forgot him.
So he was arrogant and did not speak to her.
This silly piano is not completely silly, and remember to follow him, he was a little happy in his heart, but he didn't want to say it.
When he was still playing the piano, he would tell her everything.
Now that she became a person, he didn't want to tell her anything.
It's not that she was rusty with her, but that he had such a complex and unclear emotion in his heart. He always hoped that in this person's heart, he could be a perfect tall fairy. Although she was angry that she did not remember him, she was also fortunate. After all, she always thought of her nagging days in the past, and it was really stupid.
It was just like this that everything was buried in my heart, and I wanted to keep the best look of the young man ’s heart in front of this man, so when I looked back, this man disappeared.
He fed so many treasures of Ganoderma lucidum to her, day and night, looking forward to seeing her face after her eyes were better, but the girl said on the eve of his recovery that she ran.
He never thought that this person would leave, he always thought she would always be behind him stupidly.
Even if it was called: "Hey.", She could immediately recognize whether she was calling herself, and then jumped out happily, silly and cute.
But who knows that such a person who looks weak and has no courage will suddenly leave a person who has accompanied her for thousands of years?
Tangling woke up from a dream, still a little uneasy.
He turned his head and saw Ye Chen sitting on the side of alchemy. The elixir was spinning at Ye Chen's fingertips, and Ye Chen's fingertips burst into flames, burning the elixir.
"Is it true fire?"
Tangling saw the flame at Ye Chen's fingertips, and Ye Chen turned back with joy: "Are you awake?"
Tangling moved inwards and smiled and patted the bedside: "Come here."
The early morning sunlight fell on Dongling through the window. Dongling supported his head with his hair spread out at random. The white and black hair contrasted more sharply, reflecting each other in the sun. This person seemed to be a landscape painting, with ink painting Unique freehand romance.
He looked at her with a smile, Ye Chen's heart beat quickly.
She didn't blame herself. She just felt that such a person would come to anyone and see him so gentle, it would be hard to hide her heart.
But she didn't dare to show it. She had seen the indifferent sentiment of this man, and she always felt that even if she had already lost defeat, she should have decent defeat.
She got up, took the Elixir back into the alchemy furnace, and sat next to Dongling. She bowed her head and said, "Where does Emperor feel sick?"
"Gone."
Dongling's tone was lazy, and he looked down at her fingers: "Samui Zhenhuo is the secret technique of the Phoenix family, how can you know this? And are you afraid of fire with a xylophone?"
"This is what I am good at," Ye Chen became proud of herself instantly, and proudly said: "My strings ... uh ..."
Thinking about going on, Ye Chen suddenly felt that it was a bit cruel, but Dongling understood her words, raised her hands and played with the hair behind her, and smiled and said, "The strings are made of Phoenix's tendons?"
"Uh, the emperor is really smart."
Dong Ling smiled, Ye Chen thought about it, in order to restore the image, quickly said: "But I guess it is a dead Phoenix!"
"Oh? Why do you think so?"
"I think," Ye Chen was quite sad: "If it were really for me to demolish a phoenix, that would be a great sin."
"Well, you can rest assured." Dongling spoke lightly, dispelling her worries: "The Phoenix wasn't designed to kill you."
"how do you know?"
Ye Chen was curious, and Dongling ticked his finger: "Come here, kiss me, and I will tell you."
After listening to this, Ye Chen looked at him with some doubts. Tangling raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong?"
"Emperor, I have a sentence, I don't know what to say or not."
"Don't talk about it." Dongling smiled, Ye Chen suffocated, and finally said: "No, let me talk, emperor, I think you are very different from the beginning."
"Oh?"
"You ... you seem to be ..." Ye Chen was thinking about how to choose a suitable word.
She always feels that after they sleep, Dongling seems to be very different, but she ca n’t tell what is the difference. Think about it, probably, it seems that Dongling did n’t understand anything before, now look I felt that this person should not only understand nothing, but also understand everything.
Later, Ye Chen learned a word from Wenchang. Wenchang was a cultured emperor, and even the adjectives were extremely concise, that is, coquettish.
Today's Dongling is very different from the emperor who was high above the ground and does not stain red dust.
Ye Chen hadn't dealt with Wenchang at this time, so he managed to describe it: "You used to ... say that you have no friends. I think you and Shaohua's emperors seem to have a good relationship."
"Oh," Dongling nodded: "They always like to come to me, but I don't like them."
Ye Chen thinks about it too, and these emperors do not look like good friends who care about people. So Ye Chen continued: "You didn't seem to understand a lot ... that ... those things."
"What's the matter?" Dongling looked at her with clear eyes like water.
Ye Chen couldn't help but blush: "That's that, you don't seem to understand the thing about the bed, even if you understand it, it's not like it is now."
"How is it now?" Dongling couldn't help laughing. He laughed a little dumb. When he laughed, his chest shook slightly, and Ye Chen's eyes could not help being attracted.
His clothes were loose, and when he fell asleep, his collar was slightly open, revealing his fair chest. Ye Chen looked at the neck of the scene, clearly visible clavicle, smooth and smooth skin like jade ...
Ye Chen couldn't help swallowing, and finally said the word.
"Charming."
After hearing the word, Dongling laughed out loud. He lifted his sleeves and pulled the person onto the bed. Ye Chen fell into his arms. Tangling looked down at her: "Ye Chen, you are really interesting."