Immortal Wu Sovereign

Chapter 1083 Skylark Gate

Mo Qianshan was rich and powerful, so he took Ling Tian directly to the top floor, and said with a smile: "Last time when I passed by here, I was lucky enough to see Miss Anjun perform. Her fairy voice is sweet and rare in the world. Even if you spend more soul essence, it's still worth it." !"

Mo Qianshan took Ling Tian up to the top floor, and after paying two hundred bottles of spirit marrow, he entered the top floor. He saw the open space here, with white gauze fluttering around, and the breeze blowing gently, making people feel as if they were in a living room. Fairyland in general.

Ten short tables are scattered all over the building. Each table can seat one person, and two people at most. At most, only 20 people can go up to the top floor, and each person has to pay a hundred bottles of spirits. Even so, less than half of the short tables on the top floor are already occupied by people, which shows how attractive this Anjun girl is.

Ling Tian and Mo Qianshan casually found a short table to sit down, and immediately a maid in a white robe came up and brought them wine, vegetables and fresh fruits.

As the guests arrived one after another, all the short tables on the top floor were finally filled, and there were several female monks among them, who were also sitting there with great interest, as if they were also praying for Anjun's performance.

Those who can go up to the top floor to present An Jun's performance are naturally rich, almost everyone is young and handsome, only a few middle-aged men sit among them, but it seems that they are only first-class guards, but they are quite trustworthy, So that was brought in as well.

And as time went by, more and more guests came to the Skylark Tower. Those monks who heard that Anjun was going to perform tonight but couldn't enter the top floor were also making noise outside, but the Skylark Tower was extremely noisy. Resolute, refused to add a few more short ones, just said that this is the rule set by An Jun, if you want to hear An Jun's singing, please come early next time.

"Brother Li, by now you should know how popular Ms. Anjun is! After I heard her singing last time, I only felt my spiritual thoughts surge, my heart was surging, and I even felt that my cultivation had improved a little. It's really wonderful." Unspeakable!"

"What, just listening to music can improve your cultivation, how is this possible?" Ling Tian froze when he heard Mo Qianshan's words, then turned his head to look at him, and said in a low voice: "Brother Mo, what should you do?" You are not lying to me, are you?"

Mo Qianshan smiled and shook his head: "Brother Li, if Miss Anjun's singing had not possessed such miraculous effects, how could there be so many people chasing after her? No matter how beautiful the singing is, it's not worth listening to a hundred bottles of spirits once! "

"Could it be that it's really so miraculous, then I'll have to listen carefully later!" Ling Tian looked at Mo Qianshan suspiciously, and still felt a little unbelievable in his heart, how could singing alone be able to increase his cultivation base? ?
All of a sudden, a few crisp piano sounds came from the back of the lobby. Although the tune was out of tune, these few piano sounds were extremely pleasant, causing everyone in the lobby to stop chatting and look at the victim with burning eyes. The back hall covered by the white curtain was waiting for An Jun to appear.

A small white hand stretched out from behind the white curtain and raised a corner of the curtain, and then a pretty girl in a white dress with bright eyes came out from behind the curtain and whispered: "Senior sister, please!"

The voice of the girl in the white skirt is clear and sweet, like colored glaze beads falling on a jade plate, making people feel indescribably comfortable, and this is not Anjun, but her junior sister. It is conceivable that when Anjun Sakura Lips slightly parted, that voice, how touching it should be.

Immediately afterwards, a graceful woman in a blue dress and a veil walked out slowly from behind, and saw a guqin in her arms, and there was an indescribable beauty in her lotus steps.

Ling Tian frowned slightly, and found that although the woman in the blue skirt walked slowly, the landing point of each step was erratic and elusive. Cultivation must not be underestimated.

The woman in the blue skirt walked slowly to the top of the hall, then hugged the guqin, just lightly forehead, and said with a smile: "Anjun has seen you all, so I kept you waiting for a long time!"

Although it was just a simple sentence, when it fell into Ling Tian's ears, it had distinct layers and unique charm. It could even vaguely arouse the resonance of the divine thoughts in his sea of ​​consciousness. As Qian Shan said, listening to An Jun's song can increase his cultivation base, which made him a little more curious.

"Everyone Anjun is too polite. It is our honor to hear your fairy voice. It doesn't matter if we wait a little longer!"

"That's right, don't say we just waited for a while, as long as everyone, Anjun, come out to perform, it doesn't matter if you wait for three days and three nights!"

"Everyone, Anjun, you have to sing two more songs this time, and only sing one song at a time. Although the lingering sound is lingering, it is really not enough!"

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Seeing An Jun come out, many monks in the hall opened their mouths one after another, all expressing their admiration for An Jun, even the few female monks looked at An Jun with admiration.

An Jun's eyes exposed outside the veil were as clear as water. When she heard what everyone said, she just smiled slightly, then put the guqin in her arms on the low table in front of her, and then slowly sat down cross-legged.

Seeing her actions, everyone in the lobby seemed to sense the solemn and solemn aura. They all restrained their voices and waited quietly for An Jun to start performing.

"I heard that Anjun is going to perform today. I don't care. I must come in and listen to her singing today. I want to see what is so special about her singing. Who dares to stop me!" Suddenly, a young man came from outside. The man's arrogant voice broke the silence in the lobby.

An Junxiu frowned slightly, then glanced at the place where the sound came from outside, her eyes were full of disgust, and then said in a low voice: "Xiu'er, go and see what's going on, could it be Are the rules set by me, An Jun, no longer valid? Why are those people from the outer sect still able to make this person mess around like this?"

The girl in the white dress nodded slightly, and then walked slowly towards the gate. Although there were people making trouble outside, she was extremely calm. It could be seen that there were people who made such troubles before, so she had a lot of experience in dealing with it.

But before Xiu'er reached the door, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open heavily, and then two black-robed guys from the Skylark Tower staggered back in, and finally fell to the ground.

"No matter where it is, my son can go in whenever he wants. It's ridiculous that even a wooden door wants to block my son's way!" An old man in a gray robe with a beardless face smiled sullenly, and then walked away from the door Come in, turn around and say respectfully: "My lord, please!"

"I want to see what's so special about Anjun that so many monks flock to him!" Before finishing speaking, a handsome and mighty young monk in a blue brocade robe with a folding fan in his hand, slowly Walked in from the outside.

The old man in the gray robe before had a peak Sanxian cultivation level, and even this green-robed monk had an early Sanxian cultivation level, so it can be seen that he must be from a certain powerful force, otherwise he would not have a peak Sanxian monk guarding him.

Facing these two people, Xiu'er was not afraid, a sneer appeared on her pretty face, and she said crisply: "You dare to play tricks in our Skylark Tower, I advise you to apologize to Senior Sister Anyun immediately, and then leave Here, otherwise, you will regret it sooner or later, we Skylark Sect will not let others bully us!"

"You are Anjun. I heard that your music is moving, and Mufeng came here specially just to hear it. Don't you have the heart to drive me out?" The green-robed monk folded his fan and stood in front of him without looking at it. Xiu'er clasped her fists directly to Anjun and saluted, with a graceful appearance, which was quite different from his previous arrogance.

An Jun didn't even raise her eyelids, she just said indifferently: "Thank you for your love, my lord, please come early next time!"

Hearing what An Jun said, the green-robed cultivator was stunned. He originally thought that although he barged in unreasonably, as long as he behaved sincerely, An Jun might not drive him out. Who knew that An Jun didn't even look at him , which made him extremely depressed.

"Who the hell is this guy? He dared to make an exception for him by brazenly talking about it? Does he think he's taking pride in himself?"

"Miss Anjun won't make an exception casually. I want to see if this guy still has the face to stay here?"

"That's not necessarily the case. I think this kid has a very thick skin. I'm afraid that if the Skylark Tower doesn't send someone to expel him, he will definitely stay here and not go out!"

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The monks in the top floor were all of strength and status, so they were naturally not afraid of the green-robed man, and started to mock him one after another, making the green-robed man's face extremely gloomy.

He raised his eyes to look at An Jun, frowned and said, "Isn't it enough to accommodate once? How about this, everyone here, who is willing to give up the seat, I am willing to give double the spiritual compensation!"

Although Mu Feng was full of confidence, he believed that there would be someone who couldn't stand the temptation and gave up his seat, but what happened in front of him still made him extremely depressed, because everyone present had no intention of getting up at all.

"Could it be that two hundred bottles of spiritual essence are exchanged for a seat, and none of you are willing. You can enjoy her little song next time. This time, as long as you stand up, you can get two hundred bottles of spiritual essence!" Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, and stretched out his hand Pointing at An Jun who was sitting upright, there was quite a puzzled expression in his eyes.

"Hmph! Miss Anjun's song, how can it be measured by the essence, besides, two hundred bottles of essence are also full of wealth here, do you think we will be short of these two hundred bottles of essence!" Someone snorted coldly, how can someone who is willing to spend hundreds of bottles of spiritual essence to listen to An Jun's song put the price of two hundred bottles of spiritual essence in his eyes? It is destined that Mu Feng's words just now will not gain anything .

(End of this chapter)