They are now intensifying their efforts to research an automatic cultivation Gu worm that can drive its own cultivation technique, and they have set their sights on the second-stage bloodline Gu. They are the lazy type of people.
As for the rest... it can only be said that they haven't shown any outstanding performance yet. Even the previous half-bird seems to have been tamed by the comfortable environment. The others, after tasting the sweetness of cannibalism, are fighting for power and profit within the gang every day, killing and eating corpses. Dao Chengyi is preparing to find someone else to continue the search.
There are countless talented people in the world, but unfortunately, they are not lucky. If they were born in the right time, who knows how many storms they would have stirred up. Dao Cheng changed his musical style and moved towards the pipa ballad he had heard in the past.
The battle of Qingmang is scheduled for November before the snow, but who knows who will have a good year?
"Ta-da!"
"What tune are you playing, young master? Would you like me to dance for you?"
Youlan came out carrying a plate of freshly prepared autumn crabs, and she became interested as she listened to Daochengyi's music.
As Wenxuan lost her son, Du Ruo was indecisive, and Youlan, who was the only one who remained unpregnant after Nanzhu also became pregnant, was now left to fend for herself.
Dao Chengyi also had high hopes for her, after all, she was the second little one he could use after Qing Teng, and a communication channel for the outsiders in the mountains.
"The Song of the Pipa, if you wish, then dance a tune."
Dao Cheng looked at her attire today. Her previous boldness had been reversed, and she was now imitating the clothing of the women of Xin Su. Her original boldness and sexiness had been transformed into a charming and coquettish style.
"Young master, you can't find my dance too unbearable to watch!"
Although she said that there was no need to expect anything from Dao Chengyi, her movements, as light as a swallow, were still skillful and natural, showing that she had practiced.
"She said she was originally from the capital, and her family lived at the foot of Toad Mound. At thirteen, she had mastered the pipa..."
"This year's joy will return next year, autumn moon and spring breeze pass by idly. My brother went to war, my aunt died, evening goes and morning comes, her beauty fades."
The strange melody and lyrics didn't seem to fit together well, and the eerie sound of the pipa made of human bones would probably make it impossible for most dancers to perform. However, Youlan landed precisely on the spot of Daochengyi's melody, and with each touch, she appeared like a madwoman in the cold and desolate atmosphere, even though she was a talented woman and a beautiful man.
The servants and maids in the distance felt goosebumps rise on their skin at the sight, but Wenxuan, who was looking over from the pavilion, gradually became moist and infatuated.
When the music of Qingmaoju began, the battles between various families and independent gangs in the north of the city, which was not under unified jurisdiction, continued as always.
As a member of the Bloodwing Gang, the second-in-command of the Fierce Tiger Gang was greeted by a letter containing a blood lotus knocking on his door.
Meanwhile, a boy carrying a cloth to catch fish in a stream in the north of the city was also spotted by a crow with black and red feathers.
Beneath the tree beneath it, rolls of somewhat rotten bamboo slips were branded with words such as "soldier," "skill," and "war."
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