Signed to Billion Martial Soul at the Beginning

"Sign in Hundreds of Thousands of Martial Spirits ()"

After half an hour.

Falling Flowers Courtyard.

With the breeze blowing, the hanli and the wind seemed to sing in a low voice, and the water waves were like a compass, spreading out under the tumbling fish.

Pieces of falling flowers are covered in the trail, making people feel like stepping on it.

Looking ahead, a long pavilion in Wuhu comes into view.

There are even more singing and dancing around, and there are endless people watching.

Coming here, people have a sense of elegance and become extremely comfortable.

"Can the Young Master listen to the music?" the beautiful woman asked.

"Alright." Fang Hao nodded.

The beautiful woman pointed to the upper left, and then said, "The front is the Lingyin Pavilion."

After saying that, the beautiful woman took Fang Hao straight to the attic that was not counted in front of her.

In fact, Fang Hao is not good at bosom friend, just let him listen.

"Where are the two of them now?" Fang Hao asked.

Of course, he was referring to the two holy emperors who accompanied him back to the ancient sanctuary.

The beautiful woman said, "Young Master, didn't they say hello to you?"

Fang Hao said, "No."

The beautiful woman said, "Maybe they went to see their old friends."

"Old man?" Fang Hao asked.

The beautiful woman said: "Young Holy Master doesn't know yet, I and them, and an old friend, are married to Jinlan."

"The old friend you mentioned must have fallen, right?" Fang Hao asked.

The beautiful woman nodded and said, "Yes, unfortunately, it died one hundred and seventy years ago."

She didn't say it very carefully, presumably she had an unusual relationship with the fallen deceased.

Fang Hao asked: "From your tone, I seem to hear that your feelings for that old friend are unusual?"

The beautiful woman said bluntly, "It's unusual."

"Then why don't you go?" Fang Hao asked.

The beautiful woman said, "I spent the night in Ziwei Valley yesterday."

What she meant was that she spent the night in front of the tombstone of the fallen deceased last night.

"How many confidants are rare in life, isn't it?" Fang Hao asked.

"Yes, time has flickered, and hundreds of years have passed, but people are looking forward after all."

The beautiful woman's words turned and said: "Young Holy Master, in this long martial arts path, you will always meet some people who are worthy of befriending Jinlan. Recalling the past, the four of us did tasks together, and traveled to the sanctuary together. It's ups and downs, but it's mostly happy times."

"That's really good." Fang Hao responded.

With that said, Fang Hao and this beautiful woman came to the Lingyin Pavilion together.

In front of the door of the attic, the wind chimes of the jingle rang through the ears, giving people a sense of comfort.

"It turned out to be Saint Yinzi."

"Your appearance makes the old man flattered!"

The one who said this was an old man who looked very old.

Hearing this, the beautiful woman stopped and said, "I haven't touched a musical instrument for a hundred years. I really don't dare to take the title of Saint Yinzi."

"Who is this boy?"

The old man just glanced at it and vaguely guessed Fang Hao's identity.

"Could it be..."

The old man's pupils were full of surprise.

The beautiful woman said, "Yes."

Upon seeing this, the old man immediately gave Fang Hao a big gift.

After all, Fang Hao is the Young Holy Master of the Desolate Ancient Sanctuary, not to mention the pavilion master of a small Lingyin Pavilion in the Luohua area. Even the leaders of the major areas will salute him when they see him.

Fang Hao waved his hand and said, "Senior is no better than salute, we just came to listen to the song."

"Please come in!"

The old man also saw Fang Hao's thoughts and didn't want to cause too much sensation.

Therefore, he did not honor Fang Hao, and let people know that Fang Hao was the Young Holy Master of the Ancient Sanctuary.

But he still warmly entertained Fang Hao and the beautiful woman.

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The third floor attic of the Ringtone Pavilion.

All kinds of musical instruments are available here.

Not only that, in this third floor attic,

There's even a lot of sheet music.

Obviously, the third floor of the attic is for entertainment, or only people with high morals can come here.

The beautiful woman walked first to the second floor with the pavilion owner of Lingyin Pavilion.

But Fang Hao stayed on the third floor alone.

Obviously, the beautiful woman is letting people arrange the show.

Since Fang Hao is here to relax, he must be thoughtful.

From other parts of Lingyin Pavilion, there was a leisurely and comfortable sound of music.

"This is indeed a pure land!"

For those who kill the mind, it is definitely a pure land.

It is true that musical instruments can wash people's hearts and anger.

Suddenly, Fang Hao turned around and saw a beautiful woman walking into the third attic.

When the woman saw Fang Hao appear here, she was slightly surprised.

"Who is the son and why is he here?" the woman asked.

Fang Hao said, "My name is Fang Hao, and I'm here to play music."

Hearing this, the woman said truthfully: "If you listen to the music, you should be downstairs."

"Can't I listen to music here?" Fang Hao asked.

The woman said, "This is where the sound is found."

"What do you mean?" Fang Hao questioned.

When Fang Hao's voice fell, he saw another person walking up to the third-floor attic.

It was the old man who came here.

"Guan'er, don't be rude to the Young Holy Master!"

"Young Holy Master!" The woman responded immediately.

Only at this moment did she know that the one who appeared in front of her was the Young Holy Master of the Ancient Sanctuary.

But she couldn't understand, why did the Young Master come back here?

But she couldn't bear to think too much, because she didn't dare to think about it.

Seeing this, the old man looked frightened, walked in front of Fang Hao, and was about to kneel, but was stopped by Fang Hao spreading his hands.

But the old man still handed over to Nuonuo and said, "Young Holy Master, the little girl is ignorant. If she contradicts and offends her, please forgive me."

"It's nothing, I just chatted with her," Fang Hao said.

"Guan'er, why don't you come and apologize to the Young Sage?" The old man snorted seriously.

The woman didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately knelt down and apologized: "Young Holy Master, forgive Guan'er's ignorance. I also ask Young Holy Master to forgive me for the offense just now."

Fang Hao exhaled slowly and said, "I'm here to listen to the music."

Hearing this, the woman immediately said, "Young Holy Master, I will sing a song for you, and I will make amends for you, is that possible?"

Fang Hao spread his hands and said, "Yes."

In fact, Fang Hao didn't really think about blaming her, and she only said those words unintentionally, and they were just ordinary words, and there was no offense.

At this time, the woman held a guqin and sat in front of Fang Hao.

Fang Hao asked, "Your name is Guan'er?"

The woman nodded lightly and replied, "Yes, my name is Qin Wan'er."

"You are only eighteen years old, and the person who understands the ninth-order rhythm must be talking about you?"

It was neither Fang Hao nor the old man who said this, but the beautiful woman who came up from the attic.