Sometimes Dongling would also think, when did he fall in love with this girl.
He remembered that there was no sun and moon in the prehistoric times, and at first he just walked alone in the world. Accidentally he dismantled a phoenix, and made a qin with the tendons of the phoenix and the wood of the thousand-year-old linden tree.
He played the qin on and off for almost a hundred years. At that time, there was a powerful Buddhist preaching under the Bodhi tree, and the sound of the Buddha was lingering all day long. On the day when the qin was made, a phoenix came to drink. The great Buddha passing by saw the qin in his hand and said with a smile: "Yo, it's a spiritual thing. what?"
Spiritual things, that means that sooner or later one must be wise.
However, Tanglin has never given much hope for what has not been accomplished. At that time, he was carrying this qin on his back, and he went from walking alone in the prehistoric times to one person and one qin walking in the prehistoric times.
Honghuang had no rhythm at that time, he fiddled with the qin, and finally learned to play music. When the tune was finished, there was aura in the qin, and he vaguely felt that there was a light group inside, it was moving around in it, east and west. When Ling rejoiced, it rejoiced along with it, swimming to his hand and rubbing against his palm. When Dongling was sad, it grieved along with it, and slowly swam by his hand, as if comforting.
At that time, he was still very happy.
Even if the talent is extraordinary, he is still a teenager after all. When a person has been alone for a long time, there is a thing that accompanies them like this, and it is inevitable that they will have feelings.
He spent a lot of time every day on the violin, carving it, oiling it, and maintaining it. The spiritual sense of this qin is increasing day by day, and he is worried and a little happy in his heart.
Will it become human? If it is an adult, what will it look like? Will it be male or female? What kind of temper will it be
Will it like him? Will you remember him
He had countless questions in his heart, and in order to deepen his relationship with this qin, he would even hold the qin to sleep and talk to it every day.
"I am your master. If you wake up in the future, you must remember me."
After thinking about it, the young Dongling couldn't help but pursed his lips again and said: "Not only do you have to remember me, you have to be good to me, repay me, treat me as your most important person, don't leave me, accompany me, Your world is only me, do you know that?"
Ling Consciousness couldn't speak, so he swam around and rubbed Dong Ling's hand.
Dong Ling couldn't help laughing, he flicked the spiritual sense with his hand, the spiritual sense shook, and then rubbed over again.
It was so cold and summer that the body of the piano was smoothed by him for a long time.
I don't remember the exact day when he was seriously injured in a fight. After he killed the opponent with the last sword, he was also blinded by the opponent's poison.
Frightened in his heart, he groped to the place where he played the piano.
"Are you OK?"
He raised his hand to touch the violin, his body was covered in scars, and his hand was also cut by a sharp blade.
The spiritual sense touched him on the strings, and he finally felt relieved, and suddenly collapsed to the ground. He put his hand on the violin and exhaled: "It's fine... it's fine."
After speaking, he slowly fainted.
His blood fell on the qin, and after receiving his blood, that ray of divine consciousness turned into a human form.
He always knew that she was stupid, and when she was still spiritual, she was stupid.
Who knows that becoming a man is even more stupid. When he woke up, he was surrounded by the familiar aura of spiritual consciousness, but there were more people walking and talking.
He knew that it was the person who saved her, but the other party didn't say a word, so he could only speak first: "You saved me?"
"Well... it's me, don't take revenge for your kindness!"
The other party spoke nervously.
He didn't speak, just pursed his lips.
Her aura was familiar to him, but there was no familiarity in her tone that knew him at all. At that time, he was a little angry, and felt that this spiritual knowledge was really stupid. He told him so many times, but she still forgot him.
So he got angry and didn't talk to her.
This silly Qin is not completely stupid. He still remembers following him, and he is a little happy in his heart, but he is unwilling to say it.
When it was still playing the piano, he would tell her everything.
Now that she has become a person, he doesn't want to say anything to her.
It wasn't that he was estranged from her, but that he had some complicated and inexplicable emotions in his heart. He always hoped that in this person's heart, he could be a perfect and tall immortal. Although she was angry that she didn't remember him, she was also a little fortunate. After all, it was really stupid to think of the days when she always talked with her in the past.
It was this young man who buried everything in his heart and wanted to keep his best appearance in front of this person, so when he turned around, this person disappeared.
He fed her so many Ganoderma lucidum treasures, day and night looking forward to seeing her face after her eyes were healed, but this girl ran away on the eve of his recovery.
He never thought that this person would leave, he always thought that she would always follow behind him stupidly.
Even if she called out, "Hello.", she could immediately recognize whether it was calling herself, and then jumped out happily, silly and cute.
But who knew that such a seemingly weak person without any courage would suddenly leave a person who had accompanied her for thousands of years
Dongling Youyou woke up from the dream, still a little uneasy.
He turned his head and saw Ye Chen sitting beside him concocting pills, the pills were spinning around Ye Chen's fingertips, and fire erupted from Ye Chen's fingertips, burning the pills.
"Is it the real fire of Samadhi?"
Dongling saw the flames at Ye Chen's fingertips, and Ye Chen turned back happily: "Are you awake?"
Dongling moved in and patted the bedside with a smile: "Come here."
The early morning sunlight fell on Dongling through the window. Dongling supported his head with one hand, and his hair was scattered at will. The contrast between the white clothes and the ink became more and more vivid. In the sunlight, the person was like a landscape ink painting, with the ink painting in it. Unique freehand style.
He looked at her with a smile, and Ye Chen's heart beat faster.
She didn't blame herself at all, but felt that with such a person, it would be hard for anyone to hide their hearts when they saw such a gentle side of him.
It's just that she didn't dare to show it. She had seen this person's indifference and indifference.
She got up, put the medicinal pills back into the alchemy furnace, sat beside Dongling, bowed her head and said, "What else does the emperor feel uncomfortable about?"
"Gone."
Dongling's voice was lazy, and he looked down at her fingers: "Samadhi True Fire is the secret technique of the Phoenix family, how can you do this? Besides, you have a xylophone, aren't you afraid of fire?"
"This is what makes me great," Ye Chen instantly became proud and said proudly, "My strings... uh..."
Just as he was about to go on, Ye Chen suddenly felt that it was actually a bit cruel, but Dongling understood her words, raised his hand to play with the hair behind her, and said with a smile, "Are the strings made of phoenix tendons?"
"Uh, the emperor is really smart."
Dongling smiled and said nothing, Ye Chen thought about it, and in order to save his image, he quickly said: "But I guess, it's just a dead phoenix!"
"Oh? Why do you think so?"
"I think," Ye Chen was quite sad: "If you really took down a phoenix just to make me, that would be a big sin."
"Well, don't worry." Dongling said lightly, dispelling her concerns: "The phoenix wasn't created to kill you."
"how do you know?"
Ye Chen was a little curious, and Dongling hooked his finger: "Come here, kiss me, and I'll tell you."
After hearing this, Ye Chen looked at him with some doubts. Dongling raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"
"Emperor, I have a sentence, I don't know if I should say it or not."
"Then don't talk about it." Dongling smiled, Ye Chen held back, and finally said: "No, I'll talk about it, Emperor, I think you are very different from the beginning."
"Oh?"
"You...you seem to be..." Ye Chen was thinking about how to choose a suitable word.
She always felt that after they slept, Dongling seemed to be very different, but she couldn't tell what the difference was. Thinking about it carefully, it was probably that Dongling seemed to understand nothing before, but now she looks at it. Then I felt that this person should not only understand everything, but also understand everything.
Later, Ye Chen learned a word from Wenchang. Wenchang was a literate emperor, and even his adjectives were extraordinarily concise, that is, coquettish.
Today's Dongling is very different from the emperor who was high above the world.
Ye Chen hadn't dealt with Wenchang at this time, so he tried his best to describe: "You used to... Said that you didn't have any friends. I think you and Shaohua and several emperors seem to have a good relationship."
"Oh," Dongling nodded: "They always like to come to me, but I don't like them."
Ye Chen thinks about it too, these emperors don't look like friends who care about people. So Ye Chen continued: "You don't seem to understand a lot of... that... those aspects."
"What's the matter?" Dongling looked at her, his eyes clear as water.
Ye Chen couldn't help blushing: "That's right, you don't seem to understand the matter of the bed. Even if you understand, it's not like it is now."
"How is it now?" Dong Ling couldn't help laughing. His laughter was a little hoarse. When he laughed, his chest vibrated slightly, and Ye Chen's eyes were involuntarily attracted to him.
His clothes were loose, and when he fell asleep, his neckline was slightly open, revealing his fair chest. Ye Chen looked at the scene's neck, the clearly visible collarbone, the jade-like smooth skin...
Ye Chen couldn't help swallowing, and finally said the word.
"Charming and charming."
Hearing this, Dongling laughed out loud. He raised his sleeves and pulled the person onto the bed, Ye Chen fell into his arms, and Dongling looked down at her: "Ye Chen, you are really interesting."