The only way

Li Xianxian's face was blank.

The eyes of Qingkong, who was lying on his head, lit up. He raised his fluffy paws and pointed excitedly at the inside of Yanyu Building, with a look of anticipation on his face.

Lingchu looked at Qingkong, then smiled slightly, grabbed the back of his neck, and stuffed him directly into the monster bag.

"You don't learn well at a young age."

Li Xianxian looked at his master, then looked down at himself, feeling like he was about to cry.

Master, have you ever thought that your little apprentice is at that young age?

Why aren't you worried about your apprentice being a bad student?

He saw his apprentice following him towards Yanyu Tower with a look of death on his face.

Lingchu couldn't help but laugh out loud, and said through the message, "Okay, I'm not taking you to have fun. Yanyu Tower is expensive, and I can't afford it for your master."

"We are here to find your master."

That's right, as soon as Lingchu entered the city, he knew that his master Duanyi Zhenjun was not at the Sanqing Dao Sect's residence in the city.

But in this misty rain building.

It is true to say that Yanyu Tower is expensive. Yanyu Tower is indeed expensive. To listen to a song requires hundreds of middle-grade spiritual stones.

As for the others, they are even more expensive.

It is also true that he has given Li Xianxian a long experience.

The appearance and demeanor of the people in the Yanyu Tower, both male and female, are countless in the world of cultivation. Li Xianxian has a body of pure yang, and maintaining a body of yang is beneficial to his cultivation.

It is also a way to see more of the world and use the beauties of Yanyu Tower to raise the attention of his disciples.

Furthermore, Yanyu Tower also has its own unique features. If you dare to ask for hundreds of medium-grade spiritual stones for a piece of music, you are naturally confident.

At Yanyulou Xiuqin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting, an ordinary piece of music can make people feel calm and stabilize their cultivation. For advanced people, a piece of music can even help people break through bottlenecks and eliminate inner demons.

It’s not a lie to be afraid that Qingkong will learn bad things.

According to the longevity of the human race, Qingkong is old, but according to the age of the demon race, Qingkong is actually just a child.

This can be gleaned from his transformed appearance.

Lingchu didn't like bringing a child into such a romantic place.

What's more, if Qingkong falls in love with Lai Yanyulou, she, the owner, won't be the one paying the bill?

Absolutely not!

As soon as the master and apprentice entered the door, a girl in snow-clothed and red gauze greeted them.

The girl came barefoot, with silver bells tied to her fat-skinned ankles. Every time she took a step, there was a clear and shallow sound of the bells. The sound was neither high nor low, neither fast nor slow, matching the pace of her walking. It actually seemed to be playing a gentle and soothing tune.

The mood of those who hear it is like a clear mountain stream flowing by, quiet and peaceful.

The long and round almond eyes are like spring water, with a bright red cinnabar dotted between the eyebrows, but the expression and posture are cold and refined.

The girl came closer, her snow-clothed scarlet gauze fluttering, her red lips slightly parted, like pearls and jade falling on a plate, "But True Lord Taiwei of the Sanqing Dao Sect? True Lord Duanyi is waiting for you in the spring evening."

Master knows that Master is coming?

Li Xianxian glanced at the unworldly girl. His eyes did not stay on her face. Instead, he looked curiously at the silver bell on the girl's ankle.

Unexpectedly, someone can combine walking steps and music.

This is just a song that can calm the mind. What if it is one of those songs that can control people's hearts?

No, it can make people calm, but it can also be regarded as a song that controls people's hearts, right?

It seems that when traveling in the future, you should also be careful of this kind of trick, lest you accidentally fall into the trap of music cultivation.

Li Xianxian thought for a moment and felt that he seemed to have learned some experience.

The master was indeed right, a visit to Yanyu Tower would really help gain insights.

Although there are few sound cultivators in the world of cultivation, one should still be wary of this method of sound cultivating.

The girl didn't pay any attention to Li Xianxian's gaze. People who came to Yanyu Tower every day were mostly looking at her in all kinds of ways.

However, most of them are focused on their faces, and there are only a few who stare at their feet like this one.

It's not that there are none, but those who behave like this are mostly monks with some strange habits.

The girl's bright eyes darkened slightly, and a soft snort fell into Li Xianxian's ears.

Li Xianxian came back from his thoughts and looked at the girl with some confusion. Did he offend this fellow Taoist? Looking into the clear eyes of the young man in front of her, the girl frowned lightly. The young man's eyes seemed to be pure and free of distracting thoughts.

However, girls know better about knowing people, their faces, but not their hearts, and everything should not be judged by appearance.

Lingchu watched everything from the side, which was quite funny.

The girl in front of her has a gorgeous face and is indeed a beauty, but my apprentice's thoughts may have been focused on that bell.

Music repair is indeed rare.

Ling Chuqing coughed and interrupted the eye contact between the two, "Take me there."

After receiving the reply, the girl glanced at Li Xianxian, turned sideways and covered half of her ankles with her gauze skirt, and bowed softly to Lingchu, "Senior, please follow me."

The misty rain building is indeed elegant.

Unlike the usual romantic places where the house is full of wine and debauchery, most of the guests and hospitality people in Yanyu Tower are chatting elegantly.

Some splashed with ink, and the wonderful strokes produced flowers. Countless flowers bloomed on the paper, and there was even a faint fragrance of flowers.

Some sit opposite each other and play chess. The small chessboard creates a virtual world above the players. As the chess players make moves, the two sides fight like a real battlefield.

Some were sitting on the floor, holding a guqin in their arms, and casually fiddled with the strings twice with their bare hands. They saw the guest holding the wine with his eyes closed and his face full of intoxication.

Some were dipping their pens in ink and sketching a word in the sky. In an instant, countless snowflakes fell down, their petals crystal clear. The woman standing in the snow and writing the pen smiled sweetly, as if in a dream.

The four styles of music, chess, calligraphy and painting in Yanyulou are indeed unique, and such elegance is indeed unmatched by ordinary romantic places.

It was also the first time for Lingchu to come to Yanyu Tower. He couldn't help but think of Fuchun Tower when he was a child. Comparing the two sides, it was really...

Lowering his eyes and smiling softly, Lingchu shook his head gently in his heart.

Old friends have passed away, and the old place is no longer there.

Why bother remembering.

"My little friend is a disciple of Qinmai?" Lingchu turned to look at the girl leading the way and asked warmly.

The girl's eyes moved, she looked at Lingchu, and when she met the other person's gentle and smiling eyes, she made up her mind and said, "Senior, I am a disciple of Qinmai."

"This is my disciple Li Xianxian. He is afraid that it was his first time meeting Yinxiu and he became curious about my little friend's magic weapon and offended me."

With that said, Lingchu reached out and slapped Li Xianxian on the head.

She knew that her disciple meant no offense, but staring at the girl's ankles made people feel uncomfortable, which was an offense.

Li Xianxian was not really innocent. When he was still a mortal, he was the prince of a country, and he had seen and heard many romantic affairs.

It's just that I have been in the Sanqing Dao Sect for a long time and have been far away from the world. I have long forgotten it. Now when I am reminded by the master, I suddenly understand why I was snorted and looked at by the other party before.

The young man's face suddenly burned with fire, but he still pretended to be calm and saluted and apologized, "I'm sorry, fellow Taoist, I'm rude."

The girl pursed her lips, and her spring-like eyes fell on Lingchu and Li Xianxian.

Yanyu Tower is not a place of romance, but a place of elegance.

This was the first thing she learned when she first entered Yanyu Tower.

The elders in the building would never let them engage in seductive behavior. It was just that some disciples in the building were either deceived by love, were naturally romantic, or could not escape the temptation. This made the Yanyu Building become tainted with romance. .

She is an orphan who was taken in by her master. She has been practicing Taoism since then, but she has never seen respect among the guests who come to Yanyu Tower.

Her master said that Yanyulou opened its doors to do business and accepted people's money, which was not based on fairness.

Even after leaving the Yanyu Tower, the outside world is still a place where the strong are respected, the weak are eaten by the strong, and the superior and the inferior are inferior.

Why ask for that illusory thing.

But today, she actually felt the word respect from a Yuanying monk and a high-level disciple.

The girl's heart suddenly jumped for joy, and her usually cold face became slightly lively.

She smiled softly, the cinnabar on her brows dazzling.

"It seems that I am ashamed that I wrongly blamed fellow Taoist," the girl moved lightly and saluted Li Xianxian, "Disciple of Yanyu Tower, Mu Xueyi."

This means turning hostility into friendship and being willing to make Taoist friends.

Li Xianxian hurriedly returned the gift, his body was like a jade tree, and he was as bright as the breeze, "Sanqing Taoist Sect, Li Xianxian."