The sound of chimes is full of ancient charm, sometimes long and sometimes short.

Zhang Ruochen opened his old eyes, with a strange look in his eyes. He got off the bed and opened the window, and the sound of the chimes became clearer.

Looking through the window.

I saw a picturesque woman in white in an ancient pavilion by the lake, striking three rows of bronze bells.

She is like a ghost in the night and an elf of music. The music she plays is so beautiful that one cannot help but be intoxicated by it. The black hair on her head hangs down from her waist, with a phoenix hairpin inserted into it. Her neck is long and slender, and her jade waist is like a willow.

The back view can give people countless reveries of beauty.

In the purple bamboo forest, an old scalper who was already sleeping soundly heard the music and dreamed of some sweet dream. He hugged his hind hooves and started licking it.

Zhang Ruochen opened the door, came outside the ancient pavilion, and looked at her quietly.

The breeze comes slowly, just a song.

Bai Qing'er put the bronze bell on the shelf, put a pair of exquisite little hands behind her back, looked at the mist under the moon on the lake, and said: "Do you know that this Jade Yuanxuan is a very special place, ordinary monks don't have it."
Chapter completed!