"I don't want to. It would be so boring for me to stay in that space all day!" Golden Boy immediately protested with a bitter look on his face.
"That's right! We don't want it. Why don't you stay there every day?" Xiaotian also said a little aggrieved.
"Isn't there nothing we can do about it? It would be strange to lead you two young men in this dangerous mountain range without making people suspicious." Ling Yunfeng said helplessly.
"What's the matter with doubt? Who dares to doubt, I will torture him to death! Look..." Xiaotian squinted his eyes and said with an evil arc at the corner of his mouth.
But before he could finish his words, there was a crisp sound and a big palm slapped him hard on the back of the head.
"Crack!"
"Dad, what are you doing?" Xiaotian immediately covered the back of his head, pouted, and looked at Ling Yunfeng with an aggrieved face.
"You are very powerful, aren't you? With your little strength, you dare to torture people to death. If you were powerful, you wouldn't have done anything when you encountered the fourth-level spotted water demon python and the fifth-level one-horned blue demon wolf.
Run away." Ling Yunfeng glared at Xiaotian and said.
Hearing this, Xiaotian suddenly became a little embarrassed, but still said unconvinced: "Now that I encounter that big bug, I will definitely torture it to death, and the puppy, I will also torture it to death soon.
"
"You also know that you couldn't do it at that time!" Ling Yunfeng said with a deliberately calm face, and then looked at the aggrieved look of the two little guys, and then his face softened a little, and said: "Let's do this, I will let you out as soon as you enter the town.
.As long as you love it after you reach King Wu’s strength, I won’t care about you. Is that okay?”
When the two little guys heard this, they pondered for a while, and then they said with a hint of joy on their faces: "That's pretty much it!"
"Okay, Lion Sky, stop at the top of the mountain ahead." Ling Yunfeng then ordered the Sky-Wing Flame Lion.
"Roar!" The Sky-winged Flame Lion roared loudly, flapped its wings heavily on its back, and galloped forward...
In a forest, Ling Yunfeng walked slowly in the forest, stepping on the ground filled with fallen leaves with the soles of his feet, making a rustling sound.
At a certain moment, Ling Yunfeng suddenly stopped, raised his head and looked into the sky, raised his brows, and showed a smile on his face.
I saw a winding vine wrapped around the trunk of a towering tree in front of me. The vine was as thick as an arm, and the leaves on it were very sparse and very small, about the size of a thumb.
Of course, what caught Ling Yunfeng's attention was the two lantern-shaped yellow fruits growing on the five- to six-meter-high vines.
It was a kind of elixir called Hanging Dengguo, and it was very valuable. One piece was worth several thousand gold coins at least.
"It seems that today's harvest is not small." Ling Yunfeng said with a slight smile, and immediately the martial energy in his body spurted out, filling the muscles and veins in his body.
"Bang!"
The next moment, as an explosion sounded under his feet, Ling Yunfeng's body suddenly shot up into the sky and flew towards the two hanging lantern fruits.
"Whoosh!"
However, just when Ling Yunfeng was still several meters away from the hanging lantern fruit, a sharp hiss suddenly sounded, and a huge green shadow suddenly emerged from the dense leaves and swooped towards him.
"Hiss!"
Upon seeing this, Ling Yunfeng's expression changed, and he quickly turned his right palm, and as a silver light flashed out, a silver long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, Ling Yunfeng held the long sword and slashed hard into the air in front of him. Suddenly, a burst of green light flashed from the long sword and fell directly on the green figure. There was a muffled sound, followed by a burst of blood.
out.
At the same time, Ling Yunfeng also relied on the force of the counter-shock to retreat backwards and landed on the ground. The silver sword in his hand was stained with bright red blood, and a few drops of blood dripped down the tip of the sword.
.
"Bang!" At the same moment, the huge green shadow in the sky also hit the ground heavily, causing the ground to tremble slightly. Immediately, the huge green shadow was seen twisting violently on the ground in pain.
.
At this time, Ling Yunfeng also saw its true face clearly, and saw that it was a huge python, but its flat head looked extremely large, several times larger than its body, and there were several long strands at the corners of its mouth.
Green beard.
But at this time, its head had been split in half by Ling Yunfeng's previous sword, and blood and sperm were flowing out. It must have died.
"It turns out it's just a first-level green-bearded python!" Ling Yunfeng said lightly, and immediately ignored the green giant python struggling on the ground. He bent his legs and jumped up again, rushing to the five or six-meter-high python.
On the tree trunk, collect the two hanging lantern fruits.
Immediately, Ling Yunfeng returned to the ground, walked to the green-bearded python that was still twisting in death, waved his sleeves and put it into the cauldron refining space, and immediately wanted to move forward.
"Ding!" At this moment, a quiet sound of the piano came slowly, echoing in the surrounding sky. The sound of the piano was euphemistic and continuous, rising and falling, and the clouds were rising and the snow was flying.
The rhythm of this piano sound is extremely slow and elegant, but it has a hint of desolation, which hits people's hearts, making the entire empty forest linger under a sad and depressing atmosphere.
Listening to the sound of the piano, Ling Yunfeng felt a sense of desolation suddenly rise slowly in his heart, and a bitterness surged from the tip of his nose.
From the sound of the piano, he understood the loneliness and sorrow in the heart of the person who played the piano. He was full of despair for this world and wanted to leave, but it seemed that he had some care and obsession in his heart and could not stay here any longer.
world.
Ling Yunfeng seemed to be infected by the sad and melancholy music, a look of sadness appeared on his face, and his footsteps unconsciously walked in the direction of the music.
On a huge rock, an old and hunched figure sat cross-legged, with a guqin placed flat on his knees.
This old figure is an old woman who seems to be sixty or seventy years old. She is wearing a gray and white linen robe. Her wrinkled face is full of sorrow. The strange thing is that the old woman's eyes are extremely deep and clear. But there is nothing
Brilliant, lost and lifeless.
"Alas!" At this time, the old figure looked at the continuous scenery in the distance and sighed softly. His dry hands seemed to be plucking the strings unconsciously, but bursts of ups and downs came out.
After the song was played, the old woman in gray and white robe gently placed her hands on the strings, raised her head slightly, closed her eyes tightly, took a deep breath, her throat rolled slightly, and she choked.
At this time, Ling Yunfeng had unknowingly arrived under the rock where the old woman was.
As the song ended, Ling Yunfeng looked thoughtful, sighed softly, and murmured: "Thousands of miles away from the lonely tomb, there is no place to talk about how desolate it is. Even if we meet each other and we don't know each other, our face is covered with dust, and our temples are like frost. He
Don't live like a fool of love, there is no place in the world for you to miss lovesickness. God is not old, love is hard to die."
"Brush!" Hearing the suddenly remembered voice, the old woman on the rock suddenly opened her eyes. A few rays of light flashed in her deep eyes. She turned her head and looked down. When she saw Ling Yunfeng's young appearance, she was stunned.
A look of surprise appeared on his wrinkled face.
"Young man, do you also know music?" The old woman in gray and white robe looked at Ling Yunfeng and asked.
"Uh!" Hearing the old woman's voice, Ling Yunfeng came back to his senses. Looking at the old woman on the rock, he was stunned for a moment, and then said with a hint of apology: "Old woman, please forgive me, I heard the sound of the piano.
I walked in involuntarily and disturbed you. As for the rhythm, I only know a little bit about it."
"It's okay, tell me what you heard?" The old woman's clear eyes flashed and she nodded.
"It's not easy to talk about, I don't dare to talk nonsense!" Ling Yunfeng hesitated for a moment and said, it was really not easy to speak after hearing those things just now.
"It's okay, just say it, I won't care." The old woman seemed to have noticed the former's thoughts and said softly.
"This..., well, since the old lady asked, I will speak frankly." Seeing this, Ling Yunfeng hesitated again, then straightened his thoughts, looked at the former and said: "I heard a kind of separation between life and death.
Mourning.”
Hearing this, the old woman on the rock couldn't help but tremble slightly, her originally extremely calm and indifferent eyes flickered slightly, and her pupils couldn't help but open a little wider.
Seeing the former's reaction, he knew he was right. Ling Yunfeng smiled slightly and continued: "I think the composer is missing an old friend of his, and the relationship between this person and the composer is still there.
It's not simple, it should be lovers.
However, if my guess is correct, the composer's old friend may have encountered something unexpected, and the composer is also desperate and intends to seek death. However, there seems to be something he cares about in this world, so he did not follow his old friend.
go."
After listening to Ling Yunfeng's words, the old woman suddenly fell into deep thought. After a while, she sighed slightly: "You are right. The soul has been broken, the love and dreams are lingering, the boundless moon is waning, who knows about separation and hatred?"
"Old lady, I wonder who composed these lyrics and music? Isn't this person very old?" Ling Yunfeng asked after hesitation, thinking that this old woman in her twilight years would not be able to write such sentimental lyrics and music.
right.
"Is this lyrics and music? It was written by the old woman's daughter, but she has gone with others." The old woman's expression changed without any trace, and she said immediately.
"Oh, I'm sorry, old lady, for bringing up your sadness." Ling Yunfeng apologized quickly.
"It's okay, I have almost forgotten about that matter." The old woman smiled heartily, then looked at Ling Yunfeng and asked: "Young man, was that poem written by you just now? You have such attainments in poetry at a young age,
It’s truly extraordinary.”
"The old lady is joking. It's just a casual dance, not on the stage." Ling Yunfeng smiled sheepishly, but felt embarrassed in his heart. Those poems were not written by him, they were clearly plagiarized by those ancient poets in previous lives.
Everyone’s work.
"Haha, you don't have to be too modest. Although the old woman is very old, she still has good vision. Those few lines of your poems are all masterpieces. If such poems cannot be put on the stage, I'm afraid there aren't many poems in this world that can.
It's worthy of being on the stage." The old woman smiled and looked at Ling Yunfeng with a clear look of appreciation. She could see that the latter said what he said honestly and without any pretense.