Qin Yi was addicted to learning and couldn't extricate himself, while Ju Yunxiu slowly began to feel uncomfortable.

Before this, she never thought that she, who had lived in seclusion for thousands of years, would feel uncomfortable because she had not seen anyone else for half a month.

Half a month, isn’t it a blink of an eye?

But when playing the piano alone and drawing alone, why do you always feel that something is missing? You just can't get excited?

She knew that this state was wrong. If it was a traditional immortal, falling into this state would be considered a "heart demon". Fortunately, the foolish way of their Wanda Immortal Palace has no special requirements on it, and even love is considered a branch, although there is not yet.

But it is still wrong, because it has affected the "specialization" of cultivation. The Wandao Immortal Palace talks about this and attaches great importance to it. She can no longer "specialization".

If you are always in this state of uncertain mind, the inner demons will not be able to say, but they will inevitably be difficult to make progress.

There are two solutions to this situation.

One way is to be a couple of gods and fairies. Everything is clear and there is nothing to be unstable. It is probably the difference between mood before and after marriage...

One is...it will continue to disappear, and it will naturally end in another year or two.

Ju Yunxiu left the Qi-stringed Piano, stood at the edge of the pavilion, looking at Qin Yi's direction of the Passing Peak, and pondered for a long time.

She enjoyed the company of being with her, and also enjoyed the faint sense of ambiguity, and she didn't want to change it. But she knew that this situation was finally time to have an answer, and it was unfair to play with any ambiguity that was always close and distant.

but……

She closed her eyes, her spiritual consciousness was like the wind swept through the ground, like the sun melting snow, instantly covering the thousands of miles of mountains. The sounds of a hundred birds were all in her heart, and the whispers on earth could be heard clearly.

She soon heard the keywords she wanted.

"That Qin Yi, after receiving the supervisory commander, why didn't he see any action? It scared everyone."

"I think Qin Yiren is good, so he won't do anything randomly."

"I think he is on Qinqi Peak and Senior Sister Ju... Hehehe, I don't know where the world is."

"It makes sense. Tsk tsk, Qin Yi is also a good life. He is a senior sister in the world. If it were me, I would be incompetent if I didn't have ten or eight shots a day. How could I have the spare time to go out for supervision? Whoever likes to investigate will go?"

"But don't you think...they are called senior and sister, but they are actually master and apprentice?"

The air seemed to be quiet.

Someone sneered and said, "Who doesn't know? The senior and sisters are just guises, and they are taught by themselves. It's true that there is a master-apprentice. It's hard to say that everyone turns a blind eye. In fact, it's just a mess of master-apprentice...that."

"Ju Yunxiu looked like Gao Jie and Qian, but in fact... the last one who played like this was the Great Huanxi Temple of Demonic Dao. Our Wandao Immortal Palace claims to be non-demon, but in fact there is only one more veil?"

"Well, silence. Ju Yunxiu Huiyang's power, Qin Yi or the supervisor, are you afraid of your life?"

"So what? It can stop our mouths and no rumors from later generations. They are still writers, so don't they know that they have their own pens to spread their rhymes for thousands of years?"

Ju Yunxiu withdrew his spiritual sense and squeezed his slender hands tightly, his face turned pale.

Forget everything else, she knew that there were many sour grapes. There were so many people who were driven away by her in the past years. She could say a few words of sourness, and even she was ridiculed when she played the piano and slept. It was normal for people to talk about her behind the scenes of her and Qin Yi, and she didn't care much.

But this last sentence is really touching.

She herself is a writer and cares about this very much.

There are some interrelated paths in the Immortal Palace. Most people can write and draw. There will definitely be people who add fuel to the fire and write these things to the point of being unsightly. Some people may not dare to spread them in this world, but what about many years later?

What kind of Ju Yunxiu will someone else look at the book?

In particular, this is not a splash of dirty water, but a factual basis.

The reason why she never wanted to spread the window paper with Qin Yi was not only because she felt that it was not enough, this was actually one of the main reasons.

She couldn't stand it, and this was not something that could be overcome by practice.

She didn't take all her practice modes indifferently. If so, she wouldn't even start with Qin Yi.

The piano, music, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songs, and lyrics. People who are heartless and ruthless cannot learn well... because they are all the ways of saying the heart and romance. The love and praise of beauty, the expression and sigh of mood, behind the surface is the delicate, sensitive and slightly fragile heart.

"A passerby... he won't stay for a long time. What am I thinking?" She whispered to herself: "His root is in Nanli, not here."

"Then... let's be calm for a while. Reduce the meeting. Maybe they are good to me and him. Sooner or later... he will leave by himself, and that's over."

"Master, Master." The voice of Qingcha came from behind: "Uncle Master is here."

Ju Yunxiu turned his head and saw Qin Yi approaching from a distance in a handkerchief.

"Do you still know how to come here?" He clearly planned to lighten for a while, but when he said that, he looked resentful. Ju Yunxiu was shocked and turned around and looked out of the mountain again, not looking at him.

Qin Yi fell down the clouds and smiled and said, "There is no sun and moon in the cave. I don't know how long I have been practicing. After beating the stinky monkey, I will come to see my senior sister."

"The monkey looks better than me?"

"ah?"

"Nothing." Ju Yunxiu still didn't turn his head and asked, "You are not in that direction, why are you coming from there?"

"Oh, I just went to see Yin Yichang and blackmailed him two gourd wine." Qin Yi walked to her and handed over a gourd: "This summer afternoon, the mountain wind was just right, so I felt that if I came to drink two glasses with my senior sister, under the shade of the tree, the wind was warm and warm, and I could enter the poem."

Ju Yunxiu pouted slightly, and it was such a dead literary spirit, which was really accompaniment.

It is not about whether you can write a beautiful poem, but about this meaning, which is too suitable for your appetite.

If he is missing, there is indeed a little color missing in the world.

Ju Yunxiu took the wine gourd and weighed it, pulled out the plug and smelled it, shook his head and chuckled: "Do you know what kind of wine is this?"

"Uh, Yin Yichun didn't say anything, he just said that he was absolutely good wine."

"Of course, good wine is called absurd dream. Ordinary people can't afford to drink it. After three lifetimes and three lifetimes, they will return to this place. After seeing all the reincarnations in the world, they may have attained enlightenment when they wake up." Ju Yunxiu said: "Even if you have learned something about practitioners, you will have a lot of understanding after drinking one sip. This is one of the best wines in the Jiuzang Sect. He treats you well. It seems that you have gained some friendship in the help of the earth's spiritual secret realm."

Qin Yi smiled and said, "There are not many topics, but the attitude is really good. The people from Jiuzhan are also quite interesting, and there are also people who are drunk and recite poetry. In fact, our two sects should have many friendships, and some aspects are quite good. Poetry and wine are not separated."

"I thought of what to reward you." Ju Yunxiuxian turned his hand and suddenly a gourd appeared: "Send it to you."

"This is……"

"This is the wine we brewed in the early years, called Poetry Wine Flying."

“…I’ll reward me with a gourd wine?”

"Buying a box and returning a pearl is done by fools." Ju Yunxiu smiled slightly: "The gourd is a treasure, called "It is called "I can't drink it all. As long as a drop of wine is in it, it will fill itself and let you drink it for the rest of your life."

Qin Yi became interested and secretly said that when he was walking in the world, he sang and drank, and his poems were gone, and his style was very high... He tried to play this style when Xianji Village came out of the mountain, and he drank leisurely on his horse. Unfortunately, he couldn't let go of the gourd on his body, so he gave up pretending to be like this after he arrived in Nanli, and now he accidentally picked it up.

Just as he was thinking about this, he heard Ju Yunxiu say, "I think if you walk around the world, you will like this kind of tone."

Qin Yi keenly felt that this was not very correct. She stayed here for a while. Why did she think of the story of walking in the world? Where did the association come from?
Chapter completed!