Young White Horse: Legend of Beili: Jianghu Inn

Baihua Tower.

Sikong Changfeng and Baili Dongjun came to the front of the building, but Lei Mengsha was nowhere to be seen.

"Is this the good place that Brother Lei said?" Baili Dongjun was a little nervous.

Sikong Changfeng smiled, "Let's go in and take a look."

Then the two walked in and found a place to sit down.

The platform in front was covered with gauze curtains.

A figure appeared behind the gauze curtains, and a beautiful piano sound was heard, which was melodious and beautiful.

Sikong Changfeng was shocked when he heard the piano sound, and he took out a leaf and blew it slowly.

Baili Dongjun looked at him in surprise.

The song ended.

Sikong Changfeng put away the leaf, looked at the hazy platform, and suddenly stood up and jumped towards the platform.

Baili Dongjun behind him was confused.

"Bold!"

"Insolent!"

Four black-clothed swordsmen jumped up around the platform, and slashed at Sikong Changfeng with their swords.

"Hah!"

The spear intent emerged from Sikong Changfeng's body, and the invisible wave attacked the four black-clothed swordsmen.

The four swordsmen were slightly blocked, and just as they were about to rush forward, a faint voice sounded.

"It's okay, retreat."

The four swordsmen heard this, put away their swords, and retreated.

Sikong Changfeng entered the high platform and stood in front of a veiled woman.

"Are you the boy who played the song before?"

The woman looked at Sikong Changfeng with a pair of star-like eyes, and asked elegantly and calmly.

Sikong Changfeng bowed slightly: "It's me, may I ask your name?"

"You are very bold, my name is Feng Qiuyu." The woman was slightly stunned, and then the corners of her mouth rose.

"Qiuyu, the first rain in autumn." Sikong Changfeng murmured, looking at Feng Qiuyu, "My name is Sikong Changfeng."

"Sikong Changfeng, what are you doing here?" Feng Qiuyu stroked the piano with both hands and looked at him quietly.

Sikong Changfeng was stunned, touched his head, and whispered: "Um, I... I came to see the girl."

Feng Qiuyu smiled: "Now I see you."

"Oh, then Miss Qiuyu, I'll take my leave." Sikong Changfeng bowed slightly.

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait~"

Sikong Changfeng turned around.

"Sit down, let's play another song." Feng Qiuyu stretched out her hand and motioned Sikong Changfeng to sit in front of her.

Sikong Changfeng was stunned, then sat down and took out a leaf.

When Feng Qiuyu saw the leaf, her eyes revealed an inexplicable light, and she looked at Sikong Changfeng.

Sikong Changfeng also looked at her, and their eyes met in the air.

Feng Qiuyu was defeated first, and she whispered: "Come on~"

Sikong Changfeng nodded, blew the corner of his mouth gently, and Feng Qiuyu gently stroked his hands.

The beautiful and melodious melody once again rippled through Baihua Tower, but this time it was more perfect and harmonious.

Sikong Changfeng closed his eyes, and the leaves in his mouth seemed to have been given life, and seemed to be dancing happily.

Suddenly, he was filled with the spirit of a gun, and a domineering and unstoppable aura merged into the song.

Feng Qiuyu's hands trembled slightly, looking at the boy with his eyes closed, and finally the sound of the piano was forced to merge into it.

The mist and rain in Jiangnan were hazy, and the horn of war sounded. Countless people fought in the mist and rain, and the blood dyed the earth red, and the rain turned into a river of blood...

The spear intention on Sikong Changfeng's body became more and more intense, and more and more powerful, and finally with the end of the song.

"Buzz~"

Sikong Changfeng opened his eyes, and a powerful aura flashed on his body.

He broke through.

The state of great freedom!

Sikong Changfeng's face lit up, he looked at Feng Qiuyu, and suddenly called out softly: "Miss Qiuyu, are you injured?"

Feng Qiuyu's hands were bleeding, and the guqin under her was also stained red.

"It's okay, it's just scratched by the guqin." Feng Qiuyu said lightly.

"How can it be okay!" Sikong Changfeng moved, came to Feng Qiuyu, tore off a corner of his clothes, and gently bandaged her.

Feng Qiuyu blinked her eyes, looked at Sikong Changfeng quietly, and did not refuse to bandage her.

"Qiuyu?"

At this time, a worried voice sounded outside the high platform.

"Sister, I'm fine." Feng Qiuyu replied, then looked at Sikong Changfeng and said softly: "Don't tell others, I'm injured."

Sikong Changfeng nodded, and after bandaging, he raised his head and was slightly stunned. The distance between him and Miss Qiuyu was too close.

Sikong Changfeng looked at Feng Qiuyu under the veil, and suddenly stretched out his hand, wanting to see her beauty.

Feng Qiuyu slightly turned aside and said lightly: "Sikong Changfeng, you seem to be anxious."

"Miss Qiuyu, I'm sorry." Sikong Changfeng quickly took a step back and bowed to apologize.

Feng Qiuyu looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, "You should leave."

Hearing this, Sikong Changfeng clasped his hands, turned around and left, and suddenly turned back: "Miss Qiuyu, if you don't want scars on your hands, you can come to Jianghu Inn to findI."

After saying that, he leaped off the platform.

"Jianghu Inn?"

Feng Qiuyu looked at the corner of the clothes wrapped around his hands and thought softly.