"The opening sign to Hundreds of Thousands of Martial Spirits (

After half an hour.

Luohua Courtyard.

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

Pieces of flowers fall, covering the trail, making people feel like stepping on it.

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

It is surrounded by singing and dancing, and there is an endless stream of people watching it.

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

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

"Also." Fang Hao nodded.

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

After all, the beautiful woman took Fang Hao straight to the uncalculated attic ahead.

In fact, Fang Hao is not good at soulmates, 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 Lord, didn't they say hello to you?"

Fang Hao said, "No."

The beautiful woman said, "Perhaps they went to see the deceased."

"Old man?" Fang Hao asked.

The beautiful woman said: "Young Saint Lord still doesn't know that I, them, and an old deceased are the ones who married Jinlan."

"The old person you mentioned is not dead, right?" Fang Hao asked.

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

She didn't say very carefully, presumably she and the fallen deceased had unusual feelings.

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

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

"Then you won't go?" Fang Hao asked.

The beautiful woman said: "I was in Ziwei Valley for the night yesterday."

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

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

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

The beautiful woman’s words turned around: "Young Saint Lord, in this long martial arts, you will always meet some people who are worthy of Jinlan. Looking back, the four of us did missions together, we went to the sanctuary together, and we tasted the days. It's ups and downs, but it's mostly happy time."

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

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

In front of the attic gate, the jingle bells ringed through the ears, which made people feel refreshed and comfortable.

"It turned out to be Shengyinzi."

"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 gave up and said: "I haven't touched an instrument for a hundred years. I really don't dare to take the title of Shengyinzi."

"What is this young man?"

The old man just took a look, and then vaguely guessed Fang Hao's identity.

"Could it be..."

The old man's pupils showed 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 saint master of the deserted ancient sanctuary, let alone the pavilion master of a small bell sound pavilion in the falling flower area, even the chiefs of the major areas will salute him when they see him.

Fang Hao waved his hand and said, "Older people are no better than saluting, we are here to listen to the music."

"Please come in!"

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

Therefore, he did not honor Fang Hao, letting people know that Fang Hao was the Young Master of the Wild Ancient Sanctuary.

But he still entertained Fang Hao and the beautiful woman with great enthusiasm.

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The third floor attic of Lingyin Pavilion.

The various musical instruments here are all available.

Not only that, there are still a lot of music scores in this third-story attic.

Obviously, this third-story loft is for hospitality, or only people of high morals can come here.

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

But Fang Hao stayed alone on the third floor.

Obviously, the beautiful woman is asking someone to arrange the show.

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

From other places in the Lingyin Pavilion, there was a leisurely and comfortable sound of music.

"This is indeed a pure land!"

It is definitely a pure land for people who kill their minds.

It's true that musical instruments can wash people's soul and hostility.

Suddenly, Fang Hao turned around and saw a woman with a graceful figure and walked to the third attic.

When this woman saw Fang Hao appearing 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, I'm here to play music."

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

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

The woman said: "This is the place to find the sound."

"What do you mean?" Fang Hao questioned.

When Fang Hao's voice fell off, another person was seen walking up to the third floor of the attic.

And here is the old man.

"Wan'er, don't be rude to Young Saint Lord!"

"Young Saint Lord!" The woman immediately reacted.

Only at this moment did she know that what appeared in front of her was the Young Saint Lord of the Desolate Ancient Sanctuary.

But she couldn't understand why the Young Master came back here?

But she couldn't afford to think too much, because she didn't dare to think.

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

However, the old man still handed his hand to Nono and said: "Young Holy Master, the little girl is ignorant. If there is any contradiction and offense, please forgive me."

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

"Wan'er, just came to apologize for the Young Saint Lord?" The old man yelled solemnly.

The woman didn't dare to neglect, she immediately knelt down and apologized: "Young Lord, forgive Wan'er's ignorance. Please forgive Young Lord for the offense just now."

Fang Hao let out a sigh of relief slowly: "I'm here to listen to the music."

Upon hearing this, the woman immediately said: "Young Holy Master, if I sing a song for you, I shall apologize for you. Is it feasible?"

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

In fact, Fang Hao really didn't think about blaming her, and she only said those words accidentally, 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 Wan'er?"

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

"A person who understands ninth-order temperament at only eighteen years old must be talking about you?"

It was not Fang Hao or the old man who said this, but the beautiful woman who came up from the attic.