Chapter 297: Grilling and Singing at the Same Time

Dragon Roar Stream, beside the water pool.

Zhang Xingyu was busy with the dragon-slaying knife.

Skinning, pulling tendons, removing bones.

Half an hour later, he finally finished handling the flood dragon meat.

He took the time to look aside.

On the big rock, the fight between the white and black dragons had reached the edge of life and death.

Zhou Baitong supported his chin with his left hand and held a chess piece in his right, not falling for a long time.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and his back was already soaked.

Opposite him, Demon King Hali held a mirror in her left hand and lipstick in her right, calm and composed.

After a while, Zhou Baitong threw the black piece in his hand and sighed dejectedly: "I lost."

He took something out of his bosom and threw it to Demon King Hali: "Little girl, when it comes to playing chess, I am not as good as you."

Demon King Hali smiled beautifully: "Thank you! You are not as good as me in chess, how about we compare something else?"

Zhou Baitong was stunned: "Compare something else? Magic, alchemy, talisman making, weapon refining, array formation, I am proficient in all of them. However, you are just a little Demon girl with no cultivation, I naturally cannot compare these with you. What is good to compare?"

After a while, he slapped his thigh: "How about we compare singing. It's not that I'm bragging, when I was young, I was romantic and dashing, my singing voice was charming, and people gave me the nickname 'Love Song Prince'. How about it, little girl, do you dare to compare with me."

Demon King Hali nodded: "Good, let's compare singing."

Zhang Xingyu was dumbfounded.

How did Zhou Baitong bet with Demon King Hali.

It seems that Zhou Baitong still doesn't know Demon King Hali's power. I'm afraid this time, this old guy is going to suffer.

However, he had no intention of reminding them.

One is his ancestor, the other is his maid (he thought), both are meat in the palm and back of the hand, helping either one is not appropriate.

Set up the grill, light the fire talisman, and the barbecue began.

Beside him, Zhou Baitong looked at Demon King Hali.

"Girl, do you sing first or do I, the old man, sing first?"

Demon King Hali smiled slightly: "Old senior first."

Zhou Baitong nodded and took out a guqin.

The qin is named Green Silk.

The qin is six feet long, has seven strings, is entirely green, and has faint patterns carved on the qin body.

Zhou Baitong used his hands to gently tune the strings.

His index fingers were long and fair, and there were thick calluses on his fingertips.

After tuning the qin, Zhou Baitong took a red-skinned gourd from his waist and drank a little to moisten his hoarse throat.

"Yi yi yi ya ya ya"

After hanging his voice for two sentences, the old man collected his expression and officially started singing.

"Once thought, you were my only one, once thought, I was your only one; after many years, you are still you, I am still I, we don't belong to each other; once mountain alliance, once sea oath, you don't abandon me, I don't abandon you, stay together for a lifetime, never separate. After many years, you..."

The qin sound was melodious and winding, and the singing voice was hoarse and vicissitudinous.

Zhang Xingyu couldn't help but stop to listen.

It has to be said that the nickname "Love Song Prince" when Zhou Baitong was young was really not bragging.

Jingting Mountain, in Jingting.

Several men and women sat together happily, talking and laughing.

The spirit tea is fragrant, the spirit fruit is sweet, and the handsome men and beautiful women inside are very pleasing to the eye.

One person in the center, handsome in appearance, holding a feather fan, carried a graceful style in every move.

If Zhang Xingyu were here, he would be surprised to find that this romantic guy is exactly his mortal enemy Yuan Wushang whom he met in the Sword Tomb.

On both sides of Yuan Wushang sat a row of young men and women in white robes. These people are all personal disciples, and they are all supporters of Yuan Wushang.

Yuan Wushang gently shook the feather fan, a faint warm smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

He didn't say much, just occasionally said a few words, causing everyone to nod frequently.

Just then, a melodious qin sound suddenly came from below the cliff.

In the qin sound, there was a hoarse singing of an old man, sometimes low, sometimes high.

The people in the pavilion couldn't help but quiet down.

The girls listened intently, revealing a fascinated expression in their eyes.

The men listened with their eyes closed, their eyes gradually becoming blurry and moist.

Yuan Wushang was secretly angry.

Damn it!

Someone actually stole his limelight.

Yuan Wushang not only has deep cultivation, but is also good at chanting poems and playing the qin, and is called "the most elegant man in the Wanfa Immortal Gate" by the group of supporters around him.

Every gathering, this group of junior brothers and sisters would ask him to play a song.

Looking at these junior brothers and sisters with dazed eyes, his heart would get great satisfaction.

Who is it?

Who is playing the qin under the mountain?

Who is singing under the mountain?

Cough, cough, cough.

Yuan Wushang coughed three times.

The junior brothers and sisters who were listening intently woke up one after another.

Everyone looked at each other, none of them spoke.

For a time, the pavilion fell into a strange silence.

Yuan Wushang didn't speak.

He just looked at everyone faintly, a faint smile still overflowing on his face.

A moment later, the tall and thin disciple sitting opposite Yuan Wushang was the first to wake up.

He bowed to everyone and said: "Junior brothers and sisters, the qin sound of that person under the mountain is simply dirtying people's ears. Such vulgar qin skills also dare to show off in public, simply hateful!"

"Yes, yes, yes, this qin sound is simply dirtying people's ears."

"This person's qin skills, compared to Senior Brother Yuan's qin art, are like fireflies compared to the bright moon, not worth mentioning."

For a time, everyone seemed to have forgotten the daze just now, and they all spoke out to crusade.

When they were excited, the tall and thin disciple slapped the table and stood up with a thud.

"Really hateful! Let me go down and clean up that guy playing the qin."

"It should be so! Senior Brother Wu Jing, go quickly!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you must go out and teach him a lesson!"

Seeing this, Wu Jing lifted his leg and walked out of the pavilion, looking murderous.

Yuan Wushang gently shook the feather fan in his hand.

"Junior Brother Wu!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Jing stopped immediately.

Don't look at him shouting happily just now, that was just him showing loyalty to Yuan Wushang.

He really didn't want to go down and hit someone.

You know, there is a rule in the sect that disciples fighting privately will be locked in the Yin Wind Cave.

In the Yin Wind Cave, the yin wind is bone-chilling, and there are powerful yin things appearing.

Disciples locked in the Yin Wind Cave will lose a layer of skin even if they don't die.

Wu Jing thought, it's still Senior Brother Yuan who knows me, he must be advising me not to go.

"Senior brother, don't worry, I will definitely beat that guy playing the qin until he can't take care of himself." Wu Jing looked at Yuan Wushang and said loudly.

Yuan Wushang nodded: "Junior brother, just teach him a lesson, don't kill anyone."

Wu Jing felt like crying in his heart.

However, he still pretended to be righteous and strode down the mountain.

Dragon Roar Stream, beside the water pool.

Zhou Baitong finished singing a song, looked up at the sky, and there were faint crystal tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Clap, clap, clap."

Zhang Xingyu clapped, Demon King Hali clapped.

Just then, a discordant roar came.

"Which bastard dares to play the qin and sing here!" ===== CHAPTER 298 =====