Strange Longevity: Starting from Alchemy for the First Emperor

Chapter 19 High Mountains and Flowing Water (Please follow up!)
The old saying goes well.

Wherever you fall, you lie there...

Pooh.

From where it rises.

In his last life, Chu Ci lost consciousness while playing in the high mountains and flowing water in the clubhouse. He could even imagine the beautiful scene.

Poverty and desolation made the princesses in scantily-clothed clothes turn pale. When 120 rushed to the clubhouse, most of them even forgot to buckle their shoulder straps.

The next day, all kinds of self-media began to hype for traffic, executives of a major Internet company, etc...,

Even small videos of myself will go viral on WeChat, some of them are real, some of them may go crazy just by pinching a chat record, maybe there will be an excited clip of AI replacing my face.

Thinking of this, Chu Ci felt extremely lucky that he was an orphan in his previous life.

At the very least, family members don't have to die with the society.

"Does your husband come here often?"

The woman in Chu Ci's arms is only average in appearance, so in a high-end place like Changle Building, she can only be a welcome guest. If she is lucky enough to meet a guest who likes her, she will directly take her to the room.

"No, it's my first time here."

Chu Ci's face was neither red nor heartbeat, and he didn't lie.

In the previous life, Chu Ci went to the clubhouse to play games with the princess. What does it have to do with Chu Jiuge in this life?
"Oh, my husband, please."

As soon as he entered the threshold of Changle Building, a charming woman walked up to greet her. The woman who was embraced by Chu Ci could only take half a step back, bowed her body and saluted, and walked out of the threshold again.

If this kind of receptionist is not selected before entering the door, he can only let go and continue to go to the door to show his head and pose.

And the one who greeted him was one of the leaders in the building.

In the previous life, this profession was called foreman.

"What kind of husband do you like?"

Chu Ci's footsteps stopped slightly, and his eyes fell on the woman who was playing the piano on the side of the building.

Wearing a veil, you can't see your face, and you can't know whether it's ugly or beautiful just by those eyebrows.

In the previous life, the love and the moon were infinite, what is the meaning of the ordinary wind and dust, and the ones with a special taste are worth a try.

What's more, this kind of veiled person gives people a thrill of unpacking the blind box.

"she."

Chu Ci pointed.

"this…"

The class leader hesitated, and then said.

"My husband doesn't know that this girl just entered the building a few days ago. She is a performer but does not sell her body, and she doesn't show her full appearance. Moreover, the price is extremely high. One night of music costs ten taels of silver, so there are few guests. I just arranged for her to play the piano in the hall to accompany the music, because I was afraid that Xianggong spent money but didn't have fun, so it's not worth it."

"Mister-in-law, why don't you change one? There are many beautiful girls in this slave's house, and you can let him choose one by one."

"No, it's just her."

Do, not the core.

In the previous life, Chuci was a single king and old man who could play whatever he wanted, and simply went straight to the point, which had long been boring.

Moving for money and moving for love are two completely different experiences.

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elegant room,

Chu Ci sits by the window in the wind, and the tea smoke is dancing.

The sound of the piano is like a mountain and flowing water, lingering in this elegant room.

Chu Ci looked at the woman playing the piano. The woman had only said one word since she came in.

The slave's name is Qing'er. '

The sound of the piano is excellent.

However, from the lingering sound of the piano, Chu Ci could hear a trace of hidden murderous hatred.

'It seems that she is also a girl with a story. '

In the previous life, Chu Ci met many princesses, and they told Chu Ci many, many stories about them. There are many versions, some are similar, and some are quite new.

But Chu Ci reckoned that none of them were as exciting as the story with this young man.

'Qing'er. '

Chu Ci thinks that among the six countries destroyed by Yingshihuang, there is the Qing country.

Just one song.

"Where is the girl from?"

Chu Ci picked up the teacup on the table.

"Rootless duckweed."

A cold, emotionless reply.

Chu Ci didn't care, instead he laughed and drank the tea in his hand.

Once, I was also a rootless duck.

Qing'er, who was playing the piano, looked at the man in front of her eyes with surprise under the veil.

With ten fingers, Yu Cong supported the strings again.

"This song is 'High Mountains and Flowing Water', please listen to it, my lord."

puff.

The tea that Chu Ci had just swallowed was sprayed out.

"What do you mean, son?"

Qing'er's eyebrows exposed outside the veil slightly frowned.

"No problem, girl please."

High mountains and flowing water.

Damn it, you can't get around it.

………………

The next day, the sun rises three poles.

Dengxianlou, a small courtyard.

After listening to Qin's Song of Chu all night, he sat cross-legged on the thick trunk of the sycamore tree in the courtyard. There was a strong wind flowing around him. When he opened his eyes, the strong wind scattered and the fallen leaves were split instantly.

This is the innate qi unique to the third realm of martial arts.

Last night, Chu Ci spent ten taels of silver listening to the music all night. In the eyes of many new and old drivers, this is simply a proper mistake. After all, even if he went to the clubhouse to play games with the princess in the previous life, he had to go to second base .

Xiao Bai on the swing beside him was quietly swinging on the swing, with two white-haired ponytails fluttering back and forth.

"Brother Zhao."

A voice came from outside the courtyard.

Chu Ci glanced outside the courtyard, the voice, Sun Yong.

They are also the elders of Dengxianlou.

"Xiaobai, hide."

Chu Ci put on his mask, stood up and jumped down from the tree trunk.

The figure of Xiaobai who was swinging on the swing floated along with the swing, drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air, landed on his toes, and entered the west room quietly.

Chu Ci came to the gate of the courtyard and opened it.

If this door is opened suddenly from the outside, it will touch the mechanism in the courtyard.

"Oh, brother Zhao, if you interrupt me, I will look at Haihan if I am rude."

To Chuci's surprise, Sun Yong didn't wear a silver mask, and faced him with his true face.

The appearance under the mask, the youthful spirit, surprised Chu Ci a little.

After all, not everyone in this world is a genius like Xiang Tianyu or someone who is as inferior as himself, who is usually of good aptitude.

Chu Ci, on the other hand, was still wearing a mask.

"Please."

Chu Ci bowed indifferently.

In his heart, he didn't want to have anything to do with anyone in this immortal building.

As for why Sun Yong was able to find his small courtyard, as Elder Sun Yong, all he had to do was ask at the Department of Records, after all, it was not a secret.

Sun Yong walked into the small courtyard and looked at it curiously.

When he saw the swing on the sycamore tree that hadn't completely stopped swinging, he joked and laughed.

"I didn't expect Brother Zhao to have such a childlike innocence."

After speaking, he walked towards the swing with great interest.

Chu Ci watched all this silently.

Since going to Xintao Mountain Villa, Sun Yong inexplicably started talking to him, and they watched the battle together under the eaves, this is already the third time the two have met.

Chu Ci doesn't believe in the so-called fate.

Every effect has a cause.

"Elder Sun has something to say."

Chu Ci opened his mouth lightly, and the "Iron Rain Pear Flower" on his sleeve had been opened.

As long as this Sun Yong made Chu Ci feel the slightest threat, he would not hesitate to do it. Anyway, there are many elders of Dengxianlou who died in Xintao Mountain Villa, and no one cares if there is one more guy.

Sun Yong raised his hand to hold the swing rope, so that the swinging swing gradually stopped shaking.

"You are not Zhao She."

The sound fell.

Chu Ci's "Tie Yu Pear Flower" opened instantly, and the sword in his hand was out of its sheath.

And above Sun Yong, Xiao Bai had already appeared, and in those upside-down gray pupils, there was a killing intent of indifference.

(End of this chapter)