Yan Qingrui said: "Who is that woman?"

Zhen Zi Yao looked at Yan Qingrui with contempt and said, "You are so careless when you listen to people's words? Didn't I say that this woman is wearing a veil!"

Yan Qingrui: ""

Zhen Zi Yao said: "Later, Monk Xuyun later, Monk Xuyun asked Monk Xuyun to divine the hexagram for the woman. The hexagram shows that this woman has a beautiful face and has a poor life and will not last forever. After hearing this, the woman just smiled faintly and said: My body is like floating duckweed, why fear life and death?"

Yan Qingrui's expression and tone of the woman appeared in her mind, and she felt a little sad.

Zhen Zi Yao said: "I saw this woman being able to play this piano, so I naturally wanted to give it to you, but the woman just shook her head slightly and left. Alas, I met someone who could play this piano for seven years, so I naturally paid attention to it. More than two years later, more than half a year ago, I learned that this woman and a boy fell in love, but her family treated her as a chess piece and forced her to marry another man. On the day of the wedding, the woman saw that she had no hope of staying with her lover, and she was completely lost and died on the table."

Hearing this, Yan Qingrui jumped up suddenly and looked at Zhen Zi Yao with a ghost-like expression.

She said in a steady voice: "Who are you?"

Zhen Zi Yao showed a smile that was as if he was intoxicating all living beings, touched Guangguang's chin, and said, "Please call me a demon god!"

Yan Qingrui: ""

She remembered the incident and couldn't help but say, "How old are you this year?" Judging from his appearance, he was only twenty-two or three years old, but when he saw his grandfather beheaded ten years ago, he gave him Qudu. That would never be something that a twelve or three-year-old monk would do.

Zhen Zi Yao turned her face white and said, "Don't you know that asking people's age is a very rude thing?"

Yan Qingrui: "Damn he is not a woman, so what can I ask about his age?

Zhen Ziyao smiled and said, "Actually, it's nothing to tell you. I'm eighteen this year!"

Yan Qingrui: ""

This guy is like a gangster or a charlatan. Whether he is a prodigal son who wanders around the world or a hidden hero who plays the world, he always has some similarities, but he just doesn't look like a monk, but this guy is just a monk.

Yan Qingrui felt that it was too inconsistent.

Where can monks drink in this world?

Where in this world does monk call himself brother?

There is no monk in this world who opens his mouth and doesn’t tell the truth? Didn’t he say that monks don’t lie?

Yan Qingrui ignored him.

Although he was so divine and seemed to have some knowledge of Taoism, she was not afraid. She was not the first to come to this world now, so what if she had this identity exposed? With her ability, she could still be free and easy in the world.

Seeing that she rolled her eyes and didn't say anything, Zhen Ziyao pushed the piano in front of her very diligently and said temptingly: "Pull it!"

Yan Qingrui said: "No play!"

Zhen Zi Yao said: "Try it, are you afraid that you won't be able to play?"

Yan Qingrui sneered: "You can't even play the dumb zither, and I won't be embarrassed if I can't play it!"

"So what are you afraid of?" Zhen Ziyao smiled like a fox.

Yan Qingrui curled her lips, yes, she was not afraid of anything at all. So what if she didn't play it soundly?

She moved the piano in front of her, stretched out her fingers, and gently hooked the strings.

The clearer and more melodious sound of the piano spread from afar.
Chapter completed!