The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

Since Xiao Ye gave them the convenience of walking in the capital of the king, Ling Fengxiao mixed in with the purpose and did not go out, it was a bit unreasonable.

So they simply packed up and went out.

——Anyway, Ling Fengxiao ’s face has been perfectly disguised, and no one will recognize it, but Lin Shu ’s face is very similar to the boy ’s face before Wei Rong, but he has a veil, and he ’s not afraid Someone recognized it.

Besides, do the kings of Beixia still have their acquaintances?

When she went out, no one was blocking her.

Turning out of this street, there is a boulevard in front, leading to two different directions. At the end of the boulevard, the road seems to divide again.

Where to go?

Lin Shu was confused.

But he will not be lost for long.

The young lady said, "This way."

Lin Shu followed, and they walked all the way, crossing the streets and lanes, more and more pedestrians around, and finally went to a long street with shops on both sides.

Lin Shu felt a little familiar and had seen it when he came.

So, the young lady has a precise map in her head, which can perfectly restore the route when she came.

Ling Fengxiao said, "Find a restaurant. What do you want to eat?"

Lin Shu looked around. He didn't recognize Beixia's food, and said, "It's okay."

Ling Fengxiao: "Then go to the biggest one."

In the largest restaurant, the lobby is full of guests, and the second child shuttles back and forth. The aroma of the food is very tempting.

"Where are the two beauties?"

Ling Fengxiao said: "Yajian."

"Okay." Xiao Erli led them upstairs to take a seat.

The elegant rooms are separated by a screen, but it does not prevent the guests inside from seeing the lobby below.

After taking a seat, Xiao Er picked up the vegetable poster.

Nanxia dishes are mainly light, most of them are exquisite, and the entrance is long. The dishes here are obviously heavy oil and salt, and the names are very straightforward.

Ling Fengxiao ordered sweet and sour carp, Sixi meatballs, Baxian duck and milk soup Pu Cai. After a while, they served in order. At the entrance of the dish, the flavor is fresh and strong. Compared with Nanxia, ​​it has a unique flavor.

They were eating, and the crowd they met had some changes. Looking down, it turned out that a little girl had come in.

The little girl was about thirteen or fourteen years old. She was plain-dressed and described as thin, carrying a copper pipa that was very heavy at first glance.

-Even more striking is that she was holding an old man who was faltering, his eyes were cloudy and dim, and his hair was gray.

Behind a screen, Lin Shu heard the guest in the next room saying to her companion: "Zhao Pipa has come to play the pipa again, she is playing pretty well."

Companion said: "It looks good."

I heard a laugh from "嗐": "What's the use of dragging an old man to death? Her grandfather was able to read a book two years ago. Now she's confused, she can stand stupidly and rely on Zhao Pipa to feed her."

Listening to what they said, the little girl was called Zhao Pipa, and she was here to perform.

Just listen to the little girl saying, "Dear guest officers, today I will play a" Breakdown ", and please ask the guest officers to appreciate their faces."

After all, she sat down on a simple wooden bench, held up the copper lute, pressed the string with her left hand, and plucked her with her right hand.

Suddenly falling, the stone was shocking.

Ling Fengxiao said: "Play well."

Lin Shu: "Yes."

The pipa is often played with soft sounds, but the copper pipa is made of copper wire and its sound is so powerful that it is difficult for ordinary people to control. This Zhao Pipa looked so slender and thin, and never expected to play the copper pipa so well.

Listening only to the ups and downs of the voice, it seemed to be straight into the clouds, which made people excited. When it slowed down, it was like the desert of Huangsha, silent and desolate, which made people sigh.

At the end of the song, Zhao Pipa took an iron bowl and walked through the gap between the wine tables. While walking, she said, "Guest, please enjoy your face."

She played really well, and she was young and sympathetic, so she kept having copper coins in the iron bowl. Although it was small, she was able to eat.

The layman watched the excitement, the layman watched the doorway, Lin Shu was pondering her music.

In this girl's song, don't have a kind of sorrowful demeanor, and a kind of fierce strength, which he doesn't have-he can only play the piano according to the score, and there is no emotion that can be mixed into it.

He had to admit that such a tune is a superior tune. If this girl can use her spiritual power and can attack with the sound of a pipa, her attack power must also be very strong.

Ling Fengxiao said: "It sounds good without your piano."

Lin Shudao said: "Fun praise."

The young lady occasionally possesses Mr. Dream's possession, boasting that he is rare in the sky and unparalleled on the ground. He is almost getting used to it.

After thinking about the song, I looked down, but saw that Zhao Pipa was in trouble.

"Mrs. Zhao." A man with a rough voice said, "This broken song is crooked, like a saw, what does it mean? You give the old bullet a nice sound, and I will reward you with one or two silver today."

One or two pieces of silver, but worth two hundred copper plates.

Zhao Pipa asked, "What do you want to hear?"

The man's eyes were a little stunned, as if he was a little stunned, and said, "I heard a couple of children playing" Drunken Flowers "in the Chunfeng Tower a few days ago.

Zhao Pipa lowered her head, pursed her lips, half-squeaked and said, "... I won't."

The man was so angry that he patted the table and yelled, "Well, you can, won't you?"

Zhao Pipa hugged the pipa tightly, her knuckles were white, and her lips were pursed, her voice trembling slightly: "I haven't learned, I haven't studied ... their music."

The man slammed the table again, and the drunk could not judge by logic. It seemed that he was about to choke Zhao Pipa: "Little sister, do you think I believe it?"

Zhao Pipa lowered her head and said nothing.

The man grinned fiercely: "I see you look good, I pity you, I want to take you back to my hometown-"

Zhao Pipa shivered and looked back at her grandpa.

Her grandpa's head was really unclear. When she saw her, she just smiled "smartly" and was very kind.

Zhao Pipa turned his head, bowed his head, and said nothing.

The man said, "Fast!"

Zhao Pipa: "... I won't."

The scene was very rigid, and no one shot or spoke to help Zhao Pipa.

At this moment, a voice came from the corner of the lobby: "Depending on your opinion, your statement is inappropriate."

Lin Shu saw the young lady frown sharply.

He himself jumped in his heart.

The reason is without him, this voice, this tone, he is familiar.

There is ... a gas.

He followed his reputation and saw only a man in a black robe all over his body, without a face.

This black robe is often worn by the wizards of the Northern Xia Dynasty. The black hat covers most of the face, revealing only a pale chin and a weird curse tattoo on the right cheek.

The man also looked over, and saw that the wizard was a wizard, and the anger suddenly weakened a lot, but when the drink was over, people often lost their senses and said, "You care about Laozi?"

"First of all, you are not Zhao Pipa's Lao Tzu or my Lao Tzu. The word 'Lao Tzu' is incomprehensible, and the fallacy is very great."

The surrounding spectators burst into laughter.

Lin Shu looked at the wizard hesitantly.

There are hundreds of different types of banjo in the world. Thousands of types of stalks, there are hundreds of types of spurs, which are different from each other.

He's a bit familiar with this guy's bargaining, which is very strange.

And this sound, I feel very familiar, it is even more bizarre.

When he looked at Ling Fengxiao, he saw that Ling Fengxiao had a deep frown, and his eyes were extremely solemn.

— Things are big.

They may have encountered acquaintances in enemy kings where it was impossible to meet acquaintances.