The Lille Pavilion, which sells heptachord, is also located in the street of north city City. Although there are many people here, they arrived at their destination in half an hour.
Chen Shaobai, who has just arrived in the attic, will have to observe its appearance in the future. A piano sound will come out in generate, just like the strongest note of heaven and earth resounding through the whole attic, which makes pedestrians stop and listen involuntarily.
Chen Shaobai and Miao Yuqin are no exception.
Later, the piano player did not disappoint, and the low and gentle sound of the piano slowly rose like a rough wave. Although the tune was beautiful and high, there was a sonorous sound. Listening to this minor, Chen Shaobai seemed to hear the story of an neglected woman who gradually became a arrogant person by her own efforts.
Mulan from another world?
Chen Shaobai’s eyes lit up. "Although I don’t know much about the piano, this pianist should come from three big families and she has a big name now. What do you think?"
At this time, the tone suddenly became muffled and low.
Miao Yuqin didn’t answer him directly for the first time, and there was a little confusion in her big watery eyes. "This elder sister is obsessed with kendo and wants to improve her position with swordsmanship, but … why does she feel confused?"
The little girl said that her voice was extremely low, even a little deep red between the eyebrows dimmed a lot, but Chen Shaobai’s extraordinary hearing was caught by him without falling to the ground, and she couldn’t help secretly losing heart.
"That is to say in Boya period? No, it feels even worse. This is already a mind-reading category, right? Or … J and ng god chain? "
The fiancee’s reaction made Chen Shaobai more interested in the piano player who had never been masked, so he took a weak little hand. "Don’t be silly, don’t you want to see what your little sister looks like?"
"But …" The perennial career of a don’t go out for a long time allowed Miao Yuqin to refuse to communicate with strangers, but she was already holding hands and walking downstairs by Chen Shaobai in the middle of her words.
……
There are two women in the piano hall on the second floor of Ritual Pavilion.
One of them, dressed as a maid, looks low and smooth, but her eyes never leave the other woman for half an hour.
Surveillance means more than care.
A slender y and n is soft, but it sounds like a Chinese sound. From then on, the population said, "It’s getting late for Miss Er, it’s time to go back to Chen’s house."
That’s right! Another woman is Chen Mengxuan, Miss Chen Jiaer of Muxi City.
At the moment, Chen Mengxuan is still wearing an apricot skirt. Two months ago, it didn’t seem that there was much difference. She sat in a square armchair with colorful patterns, and a pair of jade hands fiddled with the strings back and forth, turning a deaf ear to what her maid said.
"I was born in a side room, and my mother died young and was discriminated against, so I decided to practice sword at the age of"
"Ri, practice at night, practice J: ng, be diligent, and you will become a swordsman in twelve days."
The tune gradually became impassioned
"Miss Er, it’s getting late."
The pronunciation se of handmaid’s words is much more angry than before.
Her words are still regarded in exchange.
Chen Mengxuan was fascinated to think of the slightly aloof hunter boy who was killed by Chen Wei two months ago, and then to think of Chen Weiren’s death in a sword fight yesterday.
"The road of a murderer killing swordsmanship is really much more difficult than writing … and because of practicing swordsmanship, Auntie has placed an eyeliner beside me. Almost everything is controlled by people. Do I really want to continue practicing?"
"It’s hard to regain fencing once you practice it for three years and lose it for three days."
"My qualifications are usually dependent on diligence to get to the present. Can I really achieve the freedom of the swordsman after Ri?"
The sound of the piano suddenly turned low and became like a deep girl’s throat
Chen Mengxuan’s piano skills are very skillful. His eyes looked blankly at the front, but he didn’t stop manually.
Suddenly, a young man dressed in white and wearing a bronze sword came into view. In her eyes, the young man looked like a hunter who was killed by Chen Wei two months ago, and there was almost no difference.
"Ghost?"
Chen Mengxuan immediately jumped and then jumped lightly, like a white cloud stepping on a cloud. On the second floor, the pedestal was staggered, and the sword was used to stab the gangfeng for half an inch. The gangfeng instantly emerged from the tip of the sword and swung toward the newcomer.
People who practice swordsmanship are imperceptibly influenced by years of hard training, even if they meet spectre, they are mostly killed first.
Boom
A thunder-like ring blew up from the ground to produce air billow, which directly shattered the half-inch Gangfeng from the sword.
"Second young lady, is this how you entertain old friends?"
Chen Shaobai’s dream with a bronze sword flashed a trace of joy in his eyes, but not because he saw Chen Mengxuan, an "old friend" again, but …
Just being attacked by an approximate sneak attack on the flint, he unexpectedly broke out in a split second with a half-foot sword.
You know, this half-inch gang gas is going, but it takes Chen Shaobai to run the sword for a moment to barely display it
Don’t underestimate this change. If you put it in a sword fight, it is probably the difference between life and death.
After all, no one will be silly to let Chen Shaobai’s fortune stab again
It’s been two days since the second sword fight, but his strength has made a qualitative leap. His swordsmanship posture can’t be the same as Ri at the beginning, and Chen Shaobai is confident that he can beat the other side unscathed in Sun Kai dialect.
However, when Chen Mengxuan was still awkwardly brewing his speech attitude, the petite and weak Miao Yuqin actually spoke first …