After looking at Xiaotian slightly, Ling Yunfeng sat cross-legged on the ground and began to practice. It was better not to think about so many things now, and the right way was to quickly regain his strength.
Sitting on the ground, Ling Yunfeng took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and drew several strange arcs in front of his body with his hands, forming a training knot. His breathing gradually became calmer, and he moved with each breath.
With the spiritual energy in the surrounding sky, after a while, the whole body was enveloped in a strange white light...
There was no day or night in cultivation, and time passed slowly and unknowingly. When Ling Yunfeng exited from the cultivation state, five or six hours had passed. It should be evening in the outside world.
"Let's go out for a walk! It's not good to practice all the time. Only by combining work and rest can you get the greatest benefits." Ling Yunfeng's eyes flashed and he said slightly, then his body flashed and the next moment he appeared in a small forest.
When he just stepped out of the cauldron refining space, a burst of strong light suddenly came out. The dazzling light dazzled Ling Yunfeng, and he quickly closed his eyes. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes again.
It was already midnight at this time, and the sunlight outside had become very soft. It was just because Ling Yunfeng had been staying in the dark cauldron refining space that he couldn't get used to it when he came out.
At this time, the sun in the sky has moved due west, and half of the face has already sunk under the distant mountain peaks. The sunlight has become extremely bright red and soft. Under the soft red light of the setting sun, the continuous mountain peaks seem to be covered with a blanket.
The layer of light gauze looks quite pleasant.
Then Ling Yunfeng slowly walked to the stone wall where the previous owner of this body liked to go.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Ling Yun Fengfeng couldn't help but secretly sigh that the previous owner of this body was quite good at choosing a place. This stone wall is located on the top of the mountain, and is dozens of meters higher than the top of the mountain. Standing on it, dozens of people in the distance can see it.
The scene inside was all in sight.
"It feels so familiar!" Looking at the stone wall, Ling Yunfeng sighed slightly, took a deep breath, and felt relaxed all over his body.
Under the stone wall, thick smoke was billowing, and the soft red light of the setting sun poured over the thick fog. Suddenly, it was as if the thick fog was covered with a layer of red gauze, shining with a colorful halo.
Then Ling Yunfeng lay directly on the stone wall, put his hands on the back of his head, slowly closed his eyes, enjoying the soft light of the evening sun.
In his previous life, Ling Yunfeng also liked to lie flat on the edge of a cliff, on a mountain peak or on a roof in the evening when the sun was about to set. He just lay there quietly and did nothing. He felt that whenever this happened, his heart
It will become extremely peaceful.
After lying down for a while, Ling Yunfeng suddenly sat up and his eyes fell on the thick fog rolling down the mountain, as if he was thinking something in his mind.
Immediately, Ling Yunfeng slowly took out a purple bamboo pole from his arms. This bamboo pole was about two fingers thick, with long arms and eight small holes on it. It was obviously a flute.
This flute was made by Ling Yunfeng when he accidentally saw a cluster of purple bamboo in Ling's house during this period. Seeing that the purple bamboo was a good material for making flutes, he randomly cut down a piece of purple bamboo and made it.
In his previous life, Ling Yunfeng was very fond of music and had high attainments in music, especially the piano and flute.
At this time, Ling Yunfeng looked at the billowing smoke in the distance and couldn't help but feel a little lost. He seemed to have entered an ethereal state, and an inexplicable melancholy slowly rose in his heart.
Unknowingly, Ling Yunfeng brought the flute to his lips and slowly blew out a breath. Suddenly, a long and leisurely sound of the flute slowly came out and echoed in the mountains.
This voice is ethereal and translucent, like a spring deep in the mountains, cleansing the heart, but there is a hint of melancholy and confusion in it.
The sound of the flute was a reflection of Ling Yunfeng's mood at this time. He came to this other world for no reason, was called a loser, and suffered all kinds of humiliation. For the unruly Ling Yunfeng, he really felt extremely melancholy.
At the same time, when he came to this different world, he also felt confused about his future. In this world, he couldn't find where he belonged and didn't know where to go. His heart seemed to be falling into the thick fog in front of him, and he was lost.
direction.
"Woo!..." The long and long sound of the flute echoes in the mountains. The sound of the flute carries the emotions in the heart of the flute player, as if everything suppressed in the heart is being vented.
Moreover, the sound of the flute seems to have a magical power, making those who hear the sound of the flute unintentionally affected by the emotions contained in the sound, as if they are immersed in the scene, and fall into deep thought.
At this time, more than a hundred meters away under the stone wall where Ling Yunfeng was, a group of boys and girls stopped quietly and listened to the sound of the flute. The expressions on their faces were pious and satisfied, and at the same time, the emotions in their faces appeared along with the sound of the flute.
A look of melancholy and confusion.
At this time, although everyone was curious about who the person playing the piano was, no one made any move. They were afraid that even the slightest move would destroy the artistic conception, so they all just stood quietly, intoxicated.
In this beautiful rhythm.
"Woooo..." The low sound of the flute echoed in the mountains and forests, seeming to wrap around every creature in the mountains and forests and penetrate into the soul of every creature.
At this moment, on the stone wall, Ling Yunfeng knew nothing about everything in the outside world. He was completely immersed in this artistic conception at this moment.
Ling Yunfeng's fingers skillfully moved back and forth on the mouth of the flute. His movements were smooth and smooth, without any delay. It seemed that the movements of his fingers also carried an indescribable sense of rhythm.
Gradually, a trace of longing appeared in the sound of the flute. Yes, it was the emotion of longing. It was Ling Yunfeng's deep yearning for his hometown.
Originally, Ling Yunfeng thought that he was an orphan and was taken in by his master since he was a child. Later, his master also passed away. From then on, he was carefree and at ease, but he never expected that he would only know how to cherish after losing something.
Coming to this strange world, looking around, everything felt strange to him, and he had no sense of belonging at all. He couldn't help but feel lonely, and only then did he feel more and more how much he missed his hometown.
Ling Yunfeng really doesn't know where to go in this strange world. Should he just wait for death and become an ordinary person?
"No, I am Ling Yunfeng. I want to stand in the clouds and look down at the world. I want to control my own destiny and be a happy self. I am not ordered by others or God. I want to have the power to control my own destiny!"
An obsession hidden in Ling Yunfeng's heart quietly arose, and then the sound of his flute became rapid and high-pitched. The sound was mixed with the pursuit of freedom and carefreeness, and at the same time there was also a vague sense of looking down on the world and dominating the common people.
ambition.
For a time, Ling Yunfeng's character experienced three changes. First, he was a melancholy and confused homesick wanderer, then he transformed into a carefree knight, and finally he became a overlord who ruled the world.
The song ended, but the sound of the flute seemed to still be echoing in the mountains, unable to stop for a long time. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the lingering sound lingered.
The dozen boys and girls under the stone wall were still standing quietly, as if they had not yet come out of that artistic conception.
"This song is so beautiful, mixed with melancholy and confused emotions, but without losing the freedom and heroism. These completely opposite emotions fit together perfectly. It's amazing. It can really be called a masterpiece in the world." Ten
Among the people, a beautiful girl about fifteen years old couldn't help but admired.
"Yes! This song plays out thousands of emotions in the world. The most important thing is that the deep helplessness and melancholy can be mixed with a free and easy mood. The sound of the flute seems to have magic power, making us all deeply involved in it.
.I think the person who can play such flute music must be an open-minded, free and easy-going person without losing tenderness." A girl in her twenties wearing a light red dress also said softly, with an expression on her face.
Somewhat dazed.
The other dozen boys and girls also nodded frequently, their expressions changing, as if they were still immersed in the tune just now.
"When did this music master appear in Qingfu City? We have never known it. How can we miss out on encountering this music? I want to go up and have a look to see who can play this free and easy but desolate and lonely tune."
The beautiful girl in purple clothes said, and immediately walked up to the stone wall.
The girl in a light red dress also followed behind with doubtful eyes. In her impression, let alone Qingfu City, there would be no such person even within a thousand miles nearby.
The other dozen boys and girls were also stunned for a moment, and then quickly followed.
On the stone wall, Ling Yunfeng put away his bamboo flute, stood up slowly, and stood proudly on the stone wall, like a proud and free and easy knight.
At this time, he seemed to feel something in his heart again, and suddenly he sang and sang: "Today, I have seen all the things in the world, and they are all like the east water passing away. Looking back on the past life, I laughed and cried, and now I am thinking about the hardships and fate... The smoke and dust are rolling in the red clouds.
, the vast expanse is almost divisible, the pitiful autumn colors are infinitely beautiful, not to mention the beauty of all things in heaven and earth..."
The dozen boys and girls had just walked a certain distance when suddenly a ethereal singing sound came closer and closer, slowly echoing, making everyone stop and listen quietly again.
I could only see the song continuing to echo: "The world is constantly in chaos, the emperor's hegemony has been in vain, no one can see it, there is no one to see, how much prosperity can't help but be seen, a line of red clouds, the sky and the earth are dim, endless calamities come again, the gods and Buddhas of the past are now dust, who
The road is vast and the sky and the earth are dim, and I am wandering here."
At the end of the song, Ling Yunfeng seemed to be completely freed from the melancholy and confusion just now, with only a free and easy, carefree and heroic temperament left in his body. He just stood quietly on the stone wall, raising his head and closing his eyes, his body
Standing proudly, listening to the whisper of the wind in my ears.
"This friend? Do you know who was playing and singing just now?" A moment later, a voice broke Ling Yunfeng out of the infinitely beautiful artistic conception, which made him extremely bored, but he had to turn around.