The Ancestor of our Sect Isn’t Acting like an Elder

“Lele, you have so many problems.”

The man sighed with his shoulders down.

When I heard the word “Lele”, the girl brows slightly, and then replied confidently:

“The master made me ask if I don’t understand, I just follow the teacher From the craftsman’s words, I’m not wrong.”

Just like walking on the road and suddenly discovering that his shoes were broken, the man made a musty expression.

“Well, I’m starting to regret it.”

“May I have the answer?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?”

The man draws a harmless smile on the face of humans and birds, his eyes flashing fierce. He casually weaves words as if he is stating the weather.

──There is no more efficient way than killing.

He said so.

“Master, you always like to behave like this.”

The girl chuckled slightly, her face as cold as ice and frost rarely showed signs of warmth, even if It’s only a little bit.

“en?” The man pretended to be stunned, “Rather than wasting his tongue, wouldn’t it be more efficient?”

“Yes.”

Girl without Answer the slightest hesitation briefly.

Next, she picked up the sugared broth and took a quiet sip.

“It’s so sweet.” The girl curled her lips slightly and put down the soup bowl, “There is a smell of blood.”

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The voice sounded suddenly .

From far to near, and then drifting away again-the ethereal sound of the piano. The sound was as clear as splashing jade, and trembling like a dragon roar, as if one after another bead fell on a jade plate, and the low-pitched string sound was melodious and euphemistic, turning into bursts of breeze.

The guests of the Tea House instantly indulged in the endless piano music and the world composed by the music without any resistance.

The only exception is men and women sitting in the corner.

Who is playing the piano? The girl was a little surprised, and looked up to the source of the sound.

But before that, the man’s eyes caught her first. His focus fell to nowhere, and his always plain eyes became far-reaching at this time, shaking with a deep and secluded light.

The man rolled his eyes and slowly looked towards the side, and the girl’s sight also moved as if hooked.

Then the girl noticed the pure white presence at the table next door.

The opponent should be a martial demon, with a pair of furry pure white fox ears on his head, and a thick and thick tail with fine hair extending from the waist and buttocks, shimmering and soft luster. She is wearing a white dress. She is a young woman who is 18 or 9 years old and less than 20 years old. She looks not at all much older than herself.

However, this is only the appearance that’s all.

The white-haired girl has a thin profile at first glance, but the girl soon noticed that it was just an illusion caused by the white halo glowing on her body. Her hair is pure white, and even the long and upturned eyelashes are as white as snow, and the purple-lined eyes are as clear as they are reflected in light.

She is not like a person. Not as beautiful as people.

She is so beautiful that she is pure white, like a moon hanging high in the sky, which makes people intuitively feel that it is not within reach.

When did she sit there? The surprise that had been on the girl’s face suddenly deepened, turned into extreme astonishment, and finally turned into fear. She has been paying attention to the environment all around secretly-after all, their identities are sensitive, but they have not noticed her existence.

Whether it is spirituality or ordinary five senses, she has not captured any “state” of her, not even her existence itself.

──Not at all.

In the small teahouse full of voices, the white-haired girl who should have caught the eye unexpectedly lacks a sense of presence-no, not so much her sense of presence is weak, it is better to say that she has a kind of far away from the fireworks A sense of mistiness.

On the table in front of her, there is a weird violin. The body is composed of a gentle and graceful two-arc structure that is attached to the arc peak. The strings extend from the two ends of the two-arc structure respectively, and are connected to the opposite arc ends, and are staggered into a net in the center. shape.

Can this piano really play? The girl was suspicious for a while. But the sound of the piano really came from this piano, and if she hadn’t played the strange piano, probably no one had noticed her existence.

However, the reason why people didn’t notice her before the piano sounded was just because of her temperament? The girl thinks not.

“Don’t look, I didn’t notice it.”

As if seeing through the girl’s doubts, the man whispered lightly. His eyes remained fixed on the white-haired girl, and did not move away for a moment.

“Huh?” The girl made a suspicious voice and asked with the same volume, “…Isn’t there even a master?”

“Yes…not at all. “

The man raised a deep and interesting smile.

“She seems to have been here for a long time.”

“Who is she?”

Intuition thinks her master knows that the girl is straight to the point Asked directly.

“Aiya, Lele is really direct…”

The man was sighed and finally turned to the girl.

Bathed in the other’s helpless gaze, the girl just urged him silently with her eyes. The man pulled back the soup bowl in front of the girl, did not hesitate to bite the lip mark, and drank the broth in one breath.

He did not put the bowl down, staring at the soup bowl that had already bottomed out, and said in an obscure tone: “There is one person in the world who is beautiful and beautiful, who can be called the number of China. One Person, some people even refer to her as the legendary fairy mention on equal terms, and call her “Yue Ji”; in the world, there is one martial artist who is the only one in the world, called the Grandmaster Number One Person, and some even compare her to the one who just ascended. Return to Origin Old Senior mention on equal terms, and call her the’Monster of Moon White’.”

After listening, the girl was taken aback for a while, and then hesitated to say a name:

“Beiming…is there a fish?”

“It is true.” The man chuckled, “It is the’Yuehua Vientiane’-there are fish in the North Ming.”

Coincidentally, the sound of the piano stopped.

Wandering around, the man’s gaze shifted, re-looked towards the white-haired girl’s refined profile.

“Right? Miss Beiming.”

The white-haired girl did not reply.

She patted on the piano with her eyes drooping, and the weird piano closed under everyone’s astonished eyes, and the strings merged into one, turning into a pure white longbow. . She put the longbow aside and let it rest on the table.

“Do you know me?” She finally said.

The sound is still better than the sturdy piano sound, ethereal and pure and beautiful, without even a trace of impurities. If the voice has the most primordial form, it must be as pure as her voice. The people who had just escaped from the music world were lost again because of her voice. But when they realized the true identity of the white-haired girl, they all turned pale with fright and started talking.

Returning to the noisy teahouse, the man bent slightly, and said towards Beiming You Yu Gongquan:

“The Beiming girl is a little humble, who is in the world? I don’t know’Yuehua Wanxiang’? Even people like us have heard of it.”

“Really?”

Beijing Youyu smiled lightly , The white snowy foxtail gently swept the ground.

“However, you seem to have misunderstood what I mean.”