Chapter 1995

Song Yuqiao worshipped the incense burner, then sat back in his seat, fingered the strings gently, and began to sing softly again: "The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of faces, and the spring breeze blows the sill. If we hadn't met at the head of the jade mountain, we would have met at the foot of the Yaotai moon. A red dew coagulates fragrance, and the clouds, rain and Wushan is broken in vain. Who is the Han palace like? Poor flying swallow relies on new makeup. Famous flowers enjoy each other, and the king smiles. Explain that the spring breeze is infinite hate, and the Chenxiang Pavilion leans against the appendix in the north."

Li Yundong listened to her singing melancholy, like a deep boudoir complaining about spring mourning. Where is there any sense of joy?

He couldn't help wondering, "what's this track? Why doesn't it sound happy at all?"

Ziyuan also looked puzzled. She said, "this is Li Bai's Qingping tune. It's strange. This track is very sad. Where is it happy?"

Not only did Li Yundong and Ziyuan feel strange, but the practitioners of all sects upstairs felt very strange. They said one after another, "Hey, where is the joy of such a sad track? Little girl, did you sing wrong?"

Wan Zhenyuan could not help frowning and said, "Xiaoqiao, which one did you sing?"

Song Yuqiao lowered his head and didn't speak, but suddenly a cold woman's voice came from a distance: "aren't you happy? But I feel very happy!"

When they looked, they saw a beautiful woman standing at the back door, looking at them with a sneer.

Li Yundong, Su Chan and others were shocked when they saw the woman. Su Chan said, "isn't this martial uncle Zhuang Yating? Why is she here?"

The disciples of fox Zen suddenly saw Zhuang Yating. They were surprised to stand up one by one, and even some little foxes showed a surprised look on their faces.

But soon they reacted. Zhuang Yating had a cold and sarcastic smile on her face, which made them tick in their hearts and said in secret: No, martial uncle Zhuang Yating, what's the matter?

When the little foxes' eyes touched Zhuang Yating's eyes, they immediately shouted in their hearts: No, this is not martial uncle Zhuang Yating!

Zhuang Yating's eyes were filled with hatred. It seemed that she wanted to cut all the fox Zen door!

The little foxes looked at Zhuang Yating in horror. They guessed something in their hearts, but no one dared to say the answer.

At this time, the practitioners of various sects upstairs were unaware of the great changes in fox Zen. Some of them didn't know Zhuang Yating, so they frowned and scolded, "who are you? What are you crazy about here?"

Some practitioners who had been to Tianlong mountain to participate in the battle of encircling and suppressing fox Zen gate recognized Zhuang Yating, and they shouted to Li Yundong, "immortal Li, how do you discipline your men?"

Li Yundong looked at Zhuang Yating with a cold face. He said in a cold voice, "she's not under my hand, let alone the person of fox Zen."

The people who spoke were stunned. Some didn't understand what Li Yundong meant.

Wan Zhenyuan frowned and said to Zhuang Yating, "you should be Zhen Zhen Zhuang of fox Zen sect? Today, in the face of Zhen Li, I don't care about you. Please sit down at the side of the court."