Chapter 1255 Zuo Qiu's Thoughts

Ye Xiaochuan and Liu Jie were cleaning a big cave and were as tired as dogs. The fairies didn't help. Yun Qiyou was playing the piano in front of the Eye of Return to Ruins. The others each held a coconut as big as their head and played with their fingers. The hollow wooden pipe is sucking. This straw was made in the ends of the earth. There is a plant on the island that I don’t know whether it is a flower or a tree. The branches are hollow like reeds. The beautiful fairy holds a big coconut and drinks too much. It is unsightly, so she put it on A small hole was punched in the coconut, and a reed-like pipe was used to

He sucked it in and out, feeling so comfortable that he didn't want it anymore.

Seeing this group of beautiful fairies idle around all day long, Ye Xiaochuan became angry. They were all human beings, so why was there such a big gap in treatment?

Don’t they all say that this is an era where men are superior to women? Don’t they all say that a man can have three wives and four concubines all day long without having to do anything? Don’t they say that as long as a man glares at them, those women will become as docile as little lambs?

Why is it that none of the women I know are lambs? They are all tigresses that eat people without spitting out their bones.

After resting in the cave for a few hours, everyone woke up after dark. Guixu was a unique sight at night, especially when the sky was full of stars. Today is the beginning of the month, and the moon is just a small crescent. The stars in the sky are like shining silver sesame seeds, covering the entire night sky. The water falling from the Eye of Guixu is silvery white, and it is even more brilliant against the backdrop of the stars. The atmosphere also gives this most mysterious place in the world a sense of atmosphere.

Put on a more mysterious silver coat,

Yun Qiyou has spoken less and less since she came out of Minghai. She could only speak a few words with Ye Xiaochuan in the world. It seemed that in her heart, she also vaguely felt that Ye Xiaochuan and Fengyi were hiding something from her. What.

She has been playing the piano, and after this period of study, she has improved one level in the music and the lazy Ye Xiaochuan has also gained some benefits.

After staying in the ends of the earth for more than a month, except for the days when it was windy and rainy, he played the piano and flute with Yun Qiyou almost every day, and his musical attainments increased day by day.

To others, that lonely island overseas may be just a legendary place where young men and women swear their love, but to the two of them, it is a place in legend. The music treasures of Fairy Yaoqin and Old Man Huangquan have passed through thousands of years and fallen into the hands of Ye and Yun. Every time they perform on the island, Ye and Yun will vaguely feel , the spirits of the demon-suppressing guqin and the underworld blue flute are all sentimental about something, nostalgic for something.

What.

It was as if the souls of Huang Quan and Yao Qin had not reincarnated, but were integrated into these two magic weapons.

In the dead of night, Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou sang the piano and flute in harmony again.

Wanyan Wutie stood aside with her chin propped up, not knowing whether to listen or watch, her eyes lingering on Ye Xiaochuan's jade flute.

As the piano and flute performed to a more affectionate level, the water of Guixu, which originally flowed quietly downward, seemed to be wrapped up by a mysterious force and turned into two water dragons, about to rush towards the Nine-Heaven Galaxy. This made Wan Yan's expression even more tearless. Weirdly, he seemed to be gnashing his teeth.

The three great artifacts of the Holy Religion, Hunyuan Cauldron, Holy Fire Order, and Huangquan Biluo Xiao, have been going through ups and downs together for two years. If at this time, Wan Yan Wu Lei had not yet suspected that the crystal clear jade flute in Ye Xiaochuan's hand might be... If it's Huang Quan and Bi Luo Xiao, then she doesn't deserve to be called Wan Yan Wu Lei.

When she was at the end of the world, Wan Yan Wu Lei once grabbed Ye Xiaochuan by the collar and questioned her suspicions.

Ye Xiaochuan denied it flatly, and also seriously criticized and educated Wan Yan Wu Lei for making wild guesses without any theoretical basis.

The Yellow Spring Biluo Xiao has been missing for more than 800 years. No one in the Holy Sect has ever seen this jade flute. Therefore, Wan Yan Wu Lei is almost 80% certain that Ye Xiaochuan's jade flute is a sacred instrument of the Holy Sect. However, there is no evidence at all. I can only let this kid show off proudly in front of me.

It was a very quiet night, an insignificant night, nothing important happened in the world.

This year is the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month in the year of Ding Chou. Thirteen years and three months have passed since the last Duantianya Doufu in the year of Jiazi.

However, no one present knew what day it was.

After experiencing the extreme north where the days are short and the nights are long, the underworld where the night is forever, and the extreme south where the days are long and the nights are short, everyone has lost the concept of time.

Zuo Qiu remembers a time, the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month in the year Jiachen, exactly thirty-four years ago. That was the day her mother, Zuo Yue Fairy, passed away.

This day was nineteen days after she was born, and she would never forget it.

But she didn't know that today was her mother's death anniversary.

It has been a long journey from the far north to here. Zuo Qiu has always wanted to find an opportunity to ask about Wanyan Wulei's life experience. Now that he is here, to the north is the coast of Middle-earth. By then, everyone will go their separate ways. If we don't ask, it is estimated that in the future There would be no chance.

They were all listening to the piano and flute ensemble played by Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou. Zuo Qiu walked up to Wanyan Wutear, who was holding her chin and gritting her teeth. She had to muster up a lot of courage to come here. Her life experience has always been The inner demons that she didn't dare to face but were extremely likely to know about.

"Tearless girl, can I say a few words to you?"

This was the first time in two years that Zuo Qiu took the initiative to talk to Wanyan Wu Lei.

Wan Yan Wu Lei is so smart. He saw Zuo Qiu hesitate to speak to him several times along the way, so how could he not know what she was thinking?

He stopped gnashing his teeth with Ye Xiaochuan, stood up and patted his butt, and walked far away with Zuo Qiu.

Baili Yuan stretched out her head to look at the two people's retreating figures, and asked Yang Yishuang in a low voice: "Fairy Chifeng and the white-haired demon girl are sneaking around. I don't know what they are doing."

Yang Yishuang took a look and told Bailiyuan to mind her own business and listen to the music with peace of mind.

Standing on the top of the island, with the night breeze blowing gently, you can still hear the sound of musical instruments and flutes not far below.

Bathed in the starlight, her snow-white hair, with a perfect face and no tears, floated in the night wind, like a beating white elf.

She said softly: "Miss Zuo, what do you want from me?"

Zuo Qiu bit his lip and said for a long time: "In the Black Forest, you came alone to my Xuantian Sect disciple camp to provoke me. When the fight was in full swing, you stopped when you saw my Red Sky Divine Sword. Do you still remember? ?”

Wanyan said without tears: "It has only been two years, how could I not remember?"

Zuo Qiu continued: "You said something before you left that night: It turns out that Zuo Yue was already pregnant with a child."

Wanyan Wu Lei interrupted Zuo Qiu and continued, "I know what you want to say. You had countless opportunities to ask along the way, but you didn't ask me until here. You must be struggling and hesitating in your heart. "Zuo Qiu said: "I just want to know who my father is, and I hope you can tell me."