No one thought that this wonderful sound of the flute would actually lead to such a beautiful sound of the piano. The sounds of the flute and the sound of the piano come and go, but they compose the most beautiful music in the world.
Looking at the familiar figure above the sea of clouds, Feng Luochen's thoughts seemed to have returned to the harmonious music of the piano and flute on the bank of the West Lake that day. The music of the piano and flute was like a tune that was rarely heard in the world.
Above the sea of clouds, a beautiful woman in white appeared. She was delicate and refined, and extremely beautiful. Her beauty was completely different from that of Long Yi Meng. It was as gentle as water, tranquil and indifferent.
Not only is she beautiful, she is also delicate and refined. She is not like that mundane woman. She is like the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, with a fairy aura that cannot be blasphemed. That ultimate face, even if paired with the simplest white clothes,
It can also be said to be stunningly beautiful.
In the arms of the woman in white, there is also a Qixuan Guqin. The tail of this Guqin has scorch marks. This is the famous Jiaowei Guqin that moved the world. This woman holds the Guqin in her arms like a fairy in the sky.
Generally, it comes slowly on the clouds.
This person was none other than the Yaochi Saint Su Xin'er. Several months had passed since we said goodbye to Hangzhou that day. Feng Luochen did not expect that he would meet her again today at the Golden Summit of Emei.
"Ah? Mr. Feng, it is indeed you. In this world, you are the only one who can play such a flute sound."
"Miss Su, it's been a long time."
The moment Su Xiner saw Feng Luochen, there was also a hint of joy on her face. Because there were outsiders around, Long Yimeng also left, Feng Luochen's arms. Facing Su
Feng Luochen also bowed his hands to Xin'er's greetings.
Su Xiner naturally saw that Long Yimeng had been leaning in Feng Luochen's arms before. When she saw Feng Luochen, she was happy in her heart. But when she saw Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng
The sweetness made her feel extremely lost.
That day, the music of the harp and flute beside the West Lake made Su Xiner and Feng Luochen become close friends. Later, the song "Xiaoxiang Night Rain" in the painting made Su Xiner unforgettable. Since ancient times, bosom friends have been hard to find.
In this world, perhaps Feng Luochen is the only one who can truly understand himself.
In the bloody battle at Leifeng Tower that followed, Feng Luochen fought against Jian Beichen alone for Long Yimeng. At that time, Su Xiner was extremely worried. She herself couldn't understand why she would treat Feng Luochen,
There is a unique feeling.
If Feng Luochen's life is in danger, she will even risk everything and choose to fight Jian Beichen. Even if Yunshang Tiangong angers Yaochi, she will not hesitate. Because Feng Luochen has become herself without knowing it.
The most important person.
After they parted ways in Leifeng Pagoda, Su Xiner often thought of Feng Luochen. This feeling was extremely wonderful. She would always inadvertently think of the two of them playing the piano and flute on the bank of the West Lake. Feng Luochen's
The song "Xiaoxiang Night Rain" really entered her heart.
Whenever I dream back at midnight, the figure that lingers in my mind is always Feng Luochen. However, all this is just a dream. Just like the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, they do not really exist. As time goes by
As time goes by, this feeling of longing becomes more and more intense.
This trip to Emei can be regarded as a master's training. Unexpectedly, Su Xiner had just walked halfway up the mountain when she heard the touching sound of the flute coming from the golden summit. For some reason, Su Xiner's heart
, suddenly became extremely excited. She vaguely felt that Feng Luochen was on top of the Golden Summit of Emei.
Su Xiner was delighted and sped up the mountain. She took out the Jiaowei Guqin and played it to catch the moving flute sound. As she approached the top of the mountain, the familiar figure of Feng Luochen also appeared.
Now, before her eyes, this handsome man in white had appeared countless times in her dreams.
At this time, Long Yimeng was leaning on Feng Luochen's arms. Seeing how close the two were, Su Xiner suddenly became extremely irritable. But besides being irritable, she also felt a trace of envy.
She would even think about how great it would be if she was the one in Feng Luochen's arms.
Su Xiner's heart was spinning a thousand times. She stared blankly at Feng Luochen, the joy in her eyes needless to be expressed. There was a trace of embarrassment on Feng Luochen's face. The two of them looked at each other blankly.
For a moment, he was relatively speechless.
Under Long Yimeng's veil, she pouted her little mouth. She and Feng Luochen were so sweet together just now. It was so beautiful for the two of them to compose fairy music together. Unexpectedly, it appeared out of nowhere,
Su Xiner is such a light bulb.
For some reason, Long Yimeng felt particularly disgusted when he saw Su Xiner. This was not because the two were immortals and demons. Even though Su Xiner was a demon, Long Yimeng still disliked her. Maybe it was the reason for all this.
The culprit must be Feng Luochen.
At this moment, Feng Luochen's ears heard the sound of breaking through the air again. He looked up and saw dozens more people appearing behind Su Xiner. These people were old and young.
There are men and women, both of them have extraordinary bearings. They must be like Su Xiner, they are all from the fairy world.
Among these people, there was a young man. This man was burly, about twenty-five or six. He carried a big knife on his back, and he looked honest and honest, which made people feel good about him. But Feng Luochen had a vague feeling that this man's
He has a domineering air about him. His strength is by no means as ordinary as his appearance.
"Hmph, it's true that we are enemies on a narrow road. Today, my master is here, and you will not be able to live or die. We should also settle the old scores in front of Leifeng Pagoda."
A young man in a blue shirt suddenly emerged from the crowd. He looked at Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng, with endless murderous intent in his eyes. Seeing the appearance of this man, Feng Luochen's heart also
Incomparably solemn. This person is none other than Jian Beichen, the direct disciple of the Immortal Lord Jian Taixu.
When the so-called enemies meet, they are extremely jealous. A cold light flashed in Jian Beichen's eyes. Feng Luochen made a fool of himself under the Leifeng Pagoda. When he decided to kill him, he
Here comes another round of beating from Long Xiaoyao.
If it weren't for Feng Luochen's nonsense, he would have captured Long Yimeng long ago and become a great hero in the fairy world. Jian Beichen knew that he was no match for Long Xiaoyao now. So he put all his resentment to
It's all on Feng Luochen's head.
"Young Palace Master, the powerful masters of the Phoenix Clan should be arriving soon. Now, let's not get into trouble. After we have dealt with the masters of the Phoenix Clan, we can talk about other things."
Seeing Jian Beichen, he was about to step forward and take action. At this moment, an old man in black robes reached out to stop him. This man's name was Zhao Guyan, and he was the elder of Yunshang Tiangong in the immortal world. Jian Beichen was Jian Taixu.
His personal disciple, who is a member of the Yunshang Heavenly Palace, has always been called the Young Palace Master.
"Yes, Young Palace Master. With our strength, these two juniors will definitely not be able to escape. We still have to do business first, and we must not let this treasure of heaven and earth fall into the hands of the Phoenix Clan."
A beautiful woman in her forties also opened her mouth to persuade. This person's name was Liang Zhiyin, and she was an elder from Yaochi in the Immortal Realm. She and Zhao Guyan were both strong men in the fifth level of the Heavenly Realm. Among the people in the Immortal Realm,
, that is, headed by the two of them.
Hearing this, Jian Beichen also nodded tentatively. The purpose of their trip to Emei was to snipe the strong men of the Phoenix Clan in the Demon Realm. At this time, the strong men of the Feng Clan had not arrived, so they should make preparations in advance. They must not let the wind
Luo Chen and Long Yimeng left to waste time.
The strong men of the Phoenix Clan are still unknown in terms of their strength. The most important thing is to deal with them first. As for Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng, they are easily captured. Even if they want to run, they can still outrun Zhao who is in the Tianzun realm.
Guyan and Liang Zhiyin?
"Two elders, the Feng clan still doesn't know how many strong men have come. To be on the safe side, we will set up the formation first at the Golden Summit of Emei. Once the formation is 10%, we can be more confident."
When Zhao Guyan and Liang Zhiyin heard this, they also agreed. Just when they were about to set up the formation, a burst of hearty laughter came from the golden top. As a gust of wind blew by, Feng Luo
There were already more than a dozen people beside Chen Chen and Long Yimeng.
These people are full of energy and exude a strong demonic aura. It can be imagined that they must be strong men of the demon clan. The leader is an old man in a green robe. This man is about sixty years old.
On his green robe was embroidered a phoenix spreading its wings and about to fly. And it was this person who just laughed.
Behind the green-robed old man, there was a young man standing with his hands behind his back. Although this young man had not spoken, the people around him were in awe of him. They were half a body behind him.
The status gap between the two sides is naturally clear at a glance.
This man is thin and dressed in gorgeous gold clothes. He has a handsome appearance and can be said to be very graceful, just like a woman. There is a trace of feminine beauty on his face. But hidden in that feminine beauty
With a hint of unruliness.
"Sister Meng'er, what a coincidence, you are here too."
When the man in golden clothes saw Long Yimeng, his face was filled with attentiveness. He also smiled slightly at Feng Luochen, as if he was very friendly. But Feng Luochen vaguely caught a hint of murderous intent in this man's eyes.
.
"Brother Feng, how many times have I told you not to call me Meng'er. It's a coincidence that I meet you here."
Long Yimeng said hello casually, obviously a little perfunctory. The man in gold didn't care, as if he was already used to Long Yimeng's attitude. Looking at Long Yimeng, Feng Luo was holding his arm.
Chen Chen's arm. An imperceptible gloomy look flashed across his face.
"Feng Huanhuan, it turns out to be you."
Zhao Guyan and Liang Zhiyin looked at the old man in green robes in front of them. They couldn't help but exclaimed. This old man in green robes was named Feng Huihuangli, and he was Elder Huihuangliang, one of the four elders of the Feng clan. Feng Huihuangliang.
His realm has even reached the sixth level of Tianzun Realm, which is a small realm higher than them.