It was night, and Biyun was sitting alone in another room full of luminous pearls. However, this room did not have a hot spring and "Rebirth from the Fire" engraved on the wall.
Sighing helplessly, Biyun caressed the silver flute in his hand with both hands, his eyes showing deep regret and sadness.
Her granddaughter Qiran is about to be released from seclusion, and this silver flute will soon change its owner. It has been with her for hundreds of years, and she suddenly has to break up with it. She feels a little reluctant to part with it.
That's right, this silver flute is Biyun's temptation, oh no, it's the treasure that was "voluntarily" given to Qiran. This silver flute, like Qiran's Fei Wings, is a sacred object of the demon clan. Nowadays
……well!
Otherwise, change it to another one, yes, change it to another one!
The heart beats the action. Biyun just wanted to hide the silver flute in his hand. Dressed in white, Qiran, as holy as a goddess, immediately appeared in front of Biyun.
Looking at the half-hidden silver flute in Biyun's hand, Qi Ran smiled innocently and harmlessly, "Grandma, did you specially 'find' this silver flute for me?"
As smart as Qi Ran, she naturally knew what Biyun was up to, but during the two and a half years of her retreat, she once woke up and accidentally saw this silver flute. Therefore, Qi Ran was very thick
Shamelessly asking Biyun, Biyun reluctantly agreed: give it to her after she finishes her training.
Now that Qiran has finished practicing, it's time to ask her for the silver flute.
At this time, Biyun was so regretful that her intestines were green. This granddaughter was really not astute when she should be, and extremely shrewd when she shouldn't be!
I accidentally entered the wolf's den! Biyun immediately put on a pitiful expression, blinked his beautiful blue eyes, looked at Qiran and said: "Qiran, grandma, I only have this weapon, and it has been with me for hundreds of years.
, you..." Don't compete with me for this silver flute..."
Before Biyun could say anything, Qi Ran snatched her away and said, "Grandma, don't worry, I will protect it well and treat it as my second life!"
"You..." Biyun stretched out her index finger and pointed at Qiran. Her whole body was shaking non-stop, as if she was suffering from epilepsy. After a long time, she took a deep breath and said goodbye to Yinxiao with tears. She made up her mind and said goodbye to Yinxiao.
The hand holding Yinxiao tightly moved forward, turned his head, and no longer looked at Yinxiao.
Qiran smiled lightly and struggled to pull Biyun's finger. Helplessly, Biyun's finger was held too tightly. Qiran used a lot of strength but could not pry Biyun's finger away. In desperation, Qiran
Ran opened her lips lightly and said speechlessly: "Grandma, you are going to give me this silver flute, don't be so reluctant to part with it."
"Who can't bear it!" Biyun still stubbornly turned his head away from looking at Qiran, "I'm telling you, if I can bear it, come and get it!" At the end of the words, Biyun's voice trembled a little.
"Grandma, Qiran is sorry for you." Qiran sighed, flipped his wrist, and Feiyi appeared in Qiran's hand. Holding Feiyi, Qiran waved it towards Biyun's hand with all his strength.
Biyun's hand seemed to have eyes. Sensing the danger, he quickly moved away. The hand that was holding the silver flute loosened, and the silver flute fell into Qiran's hand.
"Qiran, how could you do this? If it weren't for your grandma's quick movements, you would have cut off my fingers!" Biyun looked at Qiran angrily, with blazing flames flashing in his emerald eyes.
"Don't worry, grandma. I know that in your heart, your fingers will always be more important than the silver flute." Qi Ran smiled sweetly.
The meaning is very simple, that is: If you hadn't let go for a silver flute, I wouldn't have made such a move!
Biyun was speechless.
Qi Ran stroked the silver flute in his hand up and down, with a bright smile on his face. Yes, yes, this silver flute is not cold at all. Instead, it is warm and feels very comfortable to the touch. He looked carefully at the silver flute in his hand.
Qiran's silver flute made Qiran's smile even brighter.
However, Biyun was even more helpless. She educated Qiran earnestly, saying: "You must take good care of Yinxiao, don't let it get hurt, don't let it freeze, don't let it starve..."
This becomes more and more outrageous!
Qiran stopped Biyun with black lines on her head: "Grandma, don't be a mother-in-law anymore. This is a weapon, not a person! So it won't be hungry!"
Really, it’s possible to get frostbite, so how can you be hungry? What an idiot!
Biyun curled her lips, feeling very aggrieved. Tears flashed in her big emerald eyes: "Isn't that what I care about?"
Qiran was speechless at the childish expression of this old woman who was over tens of thousands of years old.
"Care leads to chaos. Grandma, Yinxiao doesn't need your care." Qiran suddenly looked at Biyun seriously and said seriously.
"Oh, that's it, here it is, I'll teach you something else tomorrow." Biyun suddenly waved his hand very tiredly.
Qiran was startled and asked: "Can't you go down the mountain after you finish practicing?"
Biyun's eyes widened, and he said plausibly: "I said that I will give you my treasure after you have finished your cultivation. I didn't say that you can go down the mountain. Want to go down the mountain? In half a year! Just stay with me during these six months!"
Qi Ran was stunned. He glared at Biyun's back fiercely, and left in depression.
Looking back, looking at Qiran's leaving figure, Biyun sighed helplessly. She was not reluctant to part with that silver flute. Even though it had been with her for hundreds of years, it still did not stir up any ripples in her heart. How many years had she lived?
Thousands of years, in these thousands of years, it was really boring. So, she pretended to be reluctant and teased Qi Ran.
In another cave, Qiran silently complained: Over the past few thousand years, his grandma has practiced her face-changing skills so well that no opera singer can compare to her. Changing an expression takes only an instant, and she looks more like an opera singer.
Opera singer.
He looked at the Feiyi in his hand again. In a room full of night pearls, the silver flute shone with a silvery white light. This light overwhelmed the Feiyi, and the originally beautiful Feiyi became eclipsed.
Touching them separately again, just like holding Yinxiao for the first time, Yinxiao's whole body exudes this warm feeling, which is very comfortable, while Feiyi is cold...
"Is this the difference between spirituality and non-spirituality?" Qiran said to himself as he looked at the two weapons in his hand that were bright and dark.
After watching this for a long time, Qi Ran seemed to realize something.
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