"Is this the 'Soul Hunting Flame'?" Lin Sen looked at the red flame rising into the sky in the bamboo forest and sighed bitterly, "It can be hidden so deep. I really missed the point...".

On the hillside behind the villa, there were two people wearing greening worker uniforms flying down the steep slope. They were very similar in height and shape and they were going down the mountain very fast. In a blink of an eye, they were on the winding mountain road.

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A black off-road vehicle with foreign license plates was parked on the roadside. The two men stopped in front of the vehicle, took off their work clothes, doused it with alcohol and lit it on fire, then got in the vehicle.

The off-road vehicle drove along the mountain road and soon merged into the main road at the foot of the mountain. When Lin Sen saw them and chased after them, there was only a pile of freshly burned ashes left on the roadside.

His opponents were not only well-prepared, but also calculated and deliberate. The two men wearing greening worker uniforms who pretended to be disciples in the Mid-Levels Villa looked very skilled. It seemed that they were the ones who had entered.

The central location in the villa disrupted the operation of the entire institution.

These two people are not only experts but also rare masters. Lin Sen has never seen or heard of such people. Such special information has never appeared in his news network, so he never

Didn't care.

Is he too weak or his opponent is too strong? He has never had a personal grudge with such a person. How could he provoke such a powerful opponent to take revenge on him for no reason?

Leng Xuan dragged Su Xing to the parking lot and threw him to Luan Ming. He added another instruction, "Send him to the hospital and don't let him speak for three months!".

"Yes! I understand..." Luan Ming asked two disciples to get Su Xing into the car and go to the hospital. He understood what Leng Xuan meant, which was to treat minor injuries to serious ones.

It’s enough if you can’t take care of yourself within three months.

Cheng Nan patrolled around the fire scene to see that all the flowers, plants, bamboos and trees were almost burned, and then he collected the fire dragon and disappeared into the dim smoke and dust together with Leng Xuan.

"The cave is full of moss money, the wind and smoke are bought out, the smiling peach blossoms are flowing in the clear river... The grass is as thin as felt, I am alone on my pillow and my fist is empty, sleeping with the mountain elk and wild deer. The remaining clouds have not dispersed, and the light mist is lingering... He was from the Jin Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty

Cave, immortal in Han Dynasty...".

Someone is softly reciting a Song poem with a far-reaching artistic conception. That kind of elegant state of forgetting both things and myself, calm and comfortable, and unrestrained and free seems to allow the body and mind to merge with things, and to be carefree among the mountains and rivers.

The top of the mountain is a beautiful scenery of fairy mountains with sunset clouds and light mist. At the bottom of the mountain is a piece of pastoral poetry with green bricks and green tiles and smoke curling from the kitchen. Being in such a paradise, one's mood and state of mind will be extraordinary sublimated.

, look down on vain fame and wealth, forget about the warmth and warmth of human relationships, and return to the truest and most sincere self.

Not hearing anything about the external affairs of the mountain, just resting peacefully in the scenery of the setting clouds and light mist, entering a quiet world, watching the clouds and the moon move, and letting the wind flow. It is a pleasure to live in this land of heaven for the rest of your life.

"Master, it's so elegant..." Kangran listened to Huatang's very poetic recitation and asked in a good mood, "Since money can buy out this hundred miles of wind and smoke, why not

Stay and be a happy god? How comfortable would that be...".

Huatang's beautiful mood was disturbed, and he could only chuckle helplessly, "What do you think the owner of this village has been doing all these years?".

The owner of Hua Villa has always been living in seclusion in Yanliu Villa. He does not care about the human affairs and affairs in the Villa, nor does he get involved in the world to fight for power, fame and fortune. He has always been a carefree god.

If it hadn't been for the incident in Chen Meng three years ago, he was moved by the mortal mind and got involved in this open and secret struggle. He was dragged down by the endless changes and found it difficult to escape. Maybe he would still be practicing at this time.

Woolen cloth!

"After practicing for so many years, I still can't comprehend it. Compared with ordinary people like us... Master, you are not much better," Kang Ran said jokingly, "It seems... I still can't achieve it in this life...".

Huatang did not dismiss this ridicule that was obviously derogatory to him as before, but sighed and said, "As long as there are distracting thoughts in your heart, how can you succeed in cultivation?".

"You can give up, why don't you try to let it go?" Kangran asked again.

Huatang did not sigh this time, but responded unceremoniously, "If you can let it go, why are you still standing here?".

"Let's chat with you!" Kang Ran didn't mind being criticized and replied with a smile, "You might regret it if you really become a god. How lonely and boring will it be?".

"Well... maybe! But what you said, great monk, is right, you can try to let it go..." Huatang seemed to have realized something and looked up at the sunset in the sky in the distance and sighed softly, "Let it go... and you will get it!".

"It's easy to say...the rules are for others to see..." Kang Ran also sighed and asked, "Chen Meng has been hiding from me, what on earth is she thinking?".

"She has changed. It seems that... she is not the same Chenmeng before, or... she may not be exactly the same!" Hua Tang replied, "She is deliberately alienating us. She should be... What does she seem to be afraid of?".

"Hmm..." Kang Ran nodded sympathetically, "She and Lan Tianxing don't seem to be as harmonious as before. I don't know what they are thinking...".

"After going through so much, Tian Xing has waited for so long. Ordinarily, they have had their share of hardships and should be together in love, but Tian Xing seems to..." Huatang paused for a moment before continuing, "He and Chen Meng,

What's going on with them, why do they always live apart?".

Although there was no formal wedding ceremony, they were already husband and wife three years ago and had children. How could they still abide by the "men and women should not be intimate with each other" at this time? Isn't it a bit too pretentious?

"Who knows about their affairs?" Kang Ran said that he was not that curious. In fact, it was useless to be curious, because neither Lan Tianxing nor Chen Meng would tell him the answer.

The sound of the piano came with the wind. In the misty mist, the sound of the piano was like the light wind in the sky and the rolling clouds. It was also like seeing the changes in the world with green grass and red flowers. It was like poetry and painting, like love and scenery, and lingering as if in the sky.

Whispering a long-standing love story?

But the tone of low Wan's resentment does not seem to express the sweetness and beauty of falling in love, but more like confiding the helplessness, forbearance and sadness that is suppressed and hidden in the heart. It seems that the ending of the love story will eventually end with fate but not.

It ended with a lot of sadness.

"(Qianchen)? This is... Qianchen? How could it be played like this by her?" Kangran was a little confused when he heard it.

This piece (Qianchen) is a guqin piece originally composed by Leng Chenmeng and subsequently revised many times. The original artistic conception was to commemorate the thousand-year longing and love between him and Lan Tianxing.

Although things in the world are unpredictable, just like a big dream, the love between two hearts is true and sincere. Although the original tune is also melodious and low-key, it has gone through many disasters, but it still retains the warmth and infatuation in love.

Tenderness can never be so forbearing and sad.

"She has resentment in her heart, maybe... and hatred!" Huatang looked towards the direction where the sound of the piano came from and sighed deeply.

"Everyone has difficulties!" Kang Ran also sighed, "As long as you want to stay in this world and continue to live, you must endure it. This is also a required course in life. This is her own choice... Of course

There is no exception...".

Huatang shook his head, and then sighed again, "If I can, I am willing to bear it on her behalf...".

"Unfortunately...there is no such thing as that!" Kangran turned to look at Huatang and suddenly asked, "Who do you want to replace? Is it her...or her?".

Huatang paused for a moment and asked, "Are they...different?".

"In Lan Tianxing's eyes... yes!" Kang Ran replied, "Otherwise, they wouldn't have been living in separate hospitals, right?".

"Hmm! Alas..." Huatang sighed again, "Why bother? It's so difficult for yourself...".

"'Lan Tianxing will only marry Leng Chenmeng in this life!', this was the oath he made when he proposed!" Kang Ran smiled, "I just didn't expect that he could be so accurate. This infatuation is what makes him so beautiful."

It can be called true love!”.

"So, Chenmeng should be his..." Hua Tang sighed again, "We passers-by can't be jealous...".

"Yes! Then don't be jealous, it will affect your mood..." Kangran looked at the time and turned to go down the mountain, "They will be back soon, and Xiaotian'er hasn't eaten the food I cooked for a long time.

I will go back and cook for them. If the owner has nothing else to do, he can come over and help with the cooking...".
Chapter completed!