Fang Zhiliang made a teaser and immediately realized: "You want me to pretend to be... the Lord of the Qin Palace?"

"Your appearance is not very similar to Qin Yiluo, but your temperament and figure are very similar. Put on a cloak and hold the pipa in your arms, just like Qin Yiluo reborn."

Fang Zhiliang smiled and said, "What after pretending to be? What should I say? Tell the master, I have always regarded him as my brother, and I have never had the affection between men and women, which makes him even more crazier?"

Bai Yu smiled the same way and said, "I'm just making a suggestion. Whether to take it or not depends on you."

Fang Zhiliang thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, there is no other way. At worst, it will make him even more crazier."

Zhou Nianping volunteered: "I'll go to the town to buy a cloak and a pipa and dress up my senior sister."

"No need to be so troublesome." Bai Yu entered a stone warehouse, found a white cloak and a paulownia pipa, returned to the stone house, and handed it to Fang Zhiran.

He said: "I'm so sick that I can cram the Buddha's feet. I will teach you how to play the pipa. You are smart. Even if you can't master it, it should be no problem to understand some fur."

"I looked at people in the crack of the door and looked down on them. My senior sister is proficient in everything from chess, calligraphy, painting, hole, flute, pipa, and seven-stringed lyrics, and she is at the top of the gate. How can you show off her awesome?" Zhou Nianping mocked Bai Yu whenever he had the chance, and showed no mercy.

"I will destroy Baiqiao Town again."

"What's the matter with me even if Qixia Town is destroyed? You might as well say that you have destroyed Yulong Pavilion, as long as you have that ability."

Bai Yu was so angry that he was about to break out. Fang Zhiqiang shouted, "Junior Brother Zhou, you go out."

Mu Changfeng was worried that Zhou Nianping would cause trouble, so he immediately pulled him away from the stone house.

Fang Zhiliang said: "What kind of music does the Lord Qin like to play?"

Bai Yu said, "Sad and sad."

Fang Zhiqiang said: "It's different from what I imagined. I thought she likes someone who is so arrogant and killing."

"I only heard her play once. That night, she and I sat by the bonfire and talked about sad pasts to each other." Bai Yu's expression gradually darkened, and she said, "Maybe in the eyes of others, she is a cruel and decisive female devil. In my eyes, she is just a heartbroken little girl. In fact, she is quite similar to Mu Changfeng, and she is very sympathetic."

The two discussed the specific details. After they thought it was appropriate, Fang Zhiqiang returned to a stone house behind to rest.

Zhou's mother was in a drowsy state, her breathing was mild and her expression was quiet.

There was still a doubt on her that she had not solved it. After all, it was not an important matter. Fang Zhiran did not dare to get too close to her and leaned in the farthest corner to rest.

The next night, Bai Yu rang the bell, and the monk looked at him straight and walked slowly down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain is a lush bamboo forest. The night wind blows and the bamboo leaves rustle. Under the hazy moonlight, the fog is heavy, and occasionally a few pleasant bird songs are heard, which makes it more peaceful.

Bai Yu led the monk into the bamboo forest. The fog covered the figures of the two. The ringtone sounded crisply, like an invisible hand, pointing the monk forward in a daze.

Fang Zhiliang and others were in the depths of the bamboo forest. Bai Yu saw her from afar, and soon flashed and disappeared.

Without the guidance of the ringtone, the monk was stunned for a while, his eyes gradually became fierce, and his right hand shone brightly, illuminating the Zen stick.

Suddenly, I heard a tidal sound of a pipa. The sound was not high, like the gurgling stream under the ice, and a faint sadness spread out.

The monk's heart was shocked. As the sound went up and down, his expression suddenly became sad, excited, and angry.

After playing Fang Zhiliang's song, he moved his lotus steps lightly and walked towards the monk.

When the two were about ten feet apart, Fang Zhiliang stopped. In the mist, the monk saw a slim figure, wearing a cloak, holding a pipa, with a brilliant temperament and a beautiful figure. He suddenly felt the pain like a knife in his heart and shed tears.

"A Luo, is it you?"

"Yo, it works, the master woke up."

When the monk heard the voice, he knew that the woman in front of him was Fang Zhiran, and said angrily: "What are you doing? You pretend to be Aluo and sneaky."

"Masters can cultivate virtue and self-cultivation, and it turns out that I will get angry. It seems that I have poked your pain." Fang Zhiqiang took off her hood and walked forward two steps.

“Unreasonable.

"The monk shook his sleeves and prepared to leave.

"The master almost killed the residents of the town. Do you remember what you did?"

The monk was shocked and vaguely remembered the fact that he buried a metal box in his old house in the Lin family, and said in a trembling voice: "Has it been confirmed that it was me who did it?"

Fang Zhiqiang said: "The master is sick, and when it occurs, it is like he becomes another person. Your friend Bai Yu takes advantage of the loophole and uses you to harm people."

"It turned out to be Bai Yu." The monk's hand holding the Zen Staff was covered in cold sweat, a little angry and sad, "I regard him as his only confidant, but he actually has ulterior motives."

"I can't mention Bai Yu's intention for the time being. The focus of this evening is you. Master, is it because of your little sister?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

"It's pitiful. I was adopted by the Xun family, but fell in love with the youngest daughter of the Xun family. You are not related by blood, but have the status of brother and sister. Is this a big hatred in your heart, right?"

The monk turned around slowly, and disappeared from the calm and noble appearance of the past, quite like a wounded tiger, full of fierce and fierce aura.

Fang Zhiliang was not afraid at all, "You should be secretly happy when she returned as Qin Yiluo. You must have broken up with the person who decided to have a baby kiss, which is even more expected. Unfortunately, things in the world are unpredictable. For the sake of Yougong, she chose to sacrifice herself to marry someone she didn't love, which gave you a blow. You should be happier than anyone else after your husband passed away, right?"

The monk was so angry that he pointed at her with a Zen stick, "Stop talking, my business has nothing to do with you, don't meddle in other people's business."
Chapter completed!