Following the direction of the flute, Lian Xing quickly arrived in front of a small courtyard.
Then, he saw Xia An standing by the window.
At this moment, he closed his eyes and played the jade flute.
The white moonlight shone down, and her white clothes fluttered gently in the breeze.
He was like a banished immortal.
Instantly, a sentence appeared in Lian Xing's mind.
The people on the road are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.
"So the men in this world are not all filthy. There are still such good-looking ones.”
As the second palace lord of the Shifting Flower Palace, Lian Xing naturally carried on the Shifting Flower Palace's 'fine tradition'.
He had brought out the point of judging a book by its cover to the fullest.
Just this alone made her have a good impression of Xia An.
Not to mention, Xia An's performance had amazed her.
"Perhaps I don't hate men, but I hate ugly men.”
"No wonder he can play such a tune. He is such a quiet person.”
"Woo ~"
Just as Lian Xing was thinking about this, she suddenly heard the sound of the flute suddenly rise and become high-pitched.
The artistic conception of the entire song also changed from its original leisurely and quiet state to a majestic and magnificent state.
If one were to say that the music style from before was like a small boat sailing leisurely.
But now, this boat had already entered the rapids. The waves were raging wildly and unbridled.
It was shocking.
The sound of the flute became more and more urgent, and also became higher and higher, displaying this kind of boldness to the fullest.
Lian Xing's beautiful eyes widened and were filled with splendor.
He had already thought that the previous melody was already amazing enough. He did not expect it to be just an appetizer.
The main show was yet to come.
At this moment, Lian Xing felt that the young man in white was no longer playing.
Instead, it was the way he carried a sword and a horse, and walked freely and freely in the martial world.
On the other side.
Yao Yue opened her eyes abruptly. With a tap of her foot, she disappeared from the treetops.
Only the swaying willow tree was left.
However, with her martial arts, logically speaking, this willow tree should not have moved at all.
But now, it was shaking so violently.
It was enough to show Yao Yue's inner turmoil.
"Sister, I thought you weren't coming?"
Yao Yue could not help but laugh as a fragrant wind suddenly blew by her side. Lian Xing did not even need to look to know.
"I didn't expect that someone could interpret two completely different concepts to such an extent.”
Yao Yue looked at Xia An, her eyes flashing with amazement.
Just like Lian Xing, she was also surprised by Xia An's uninhibited and carefree nature.
Of course, the most important thing was that Xia An's looks were indeed perfect.
If it was a fat middle-aged man playing here, no matter how talented he was, the two Palace Masters of the Shifting Flower Palace would not be interested.
He turned around and left.
But now, they were happy to be loyal listeners.
The flute still played.
However, this audience wasn't just the two invited.
At the entrance of the courtyard, Huang Rong, who was dressed like a little beggar, leaned against the door and stared blankly at Xia An's room.
He could not help but be intoxicated.
As the daughter of the all-rounder Eastern Evil, Huang Rong had been exposed to too many things since she was young. Her taste in music was even better than Qu Fei Yan's.
She naturally knew that the person playing the flute at this moment had a high level of skill.
It seemed…
And above her father?
……
In the courtyard.
Qu Fei Yan was staring at Xia An's room door and was already in a daze.
Among the four people who heard the flute, in terms of power, she was far inferior to Lian Xing.
In terms of temperament, she was not as good as Huang Rong.
But the one who was most touched was Qu Fei Yan.
There was no other reason. The person who composed this song was the person closest to her.
Qu Fei Yan was the one who had truly integrated into this song.
Whether it was that kind of tranquility or heroism, she truly experienced it.
"I think that if grandfather and Eunuch Liu saw this scene, they would definitely be gratified, right?”
Qu Fei Yan looked up at the night sky, tears streaming down her face.
Back then, Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang had played a song together. It was a song by Guangling San. The meaning of the song was more generous and unyielding. While it moved people, they could also feel a trace of sadness and sigh.
It was also a portrait of Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng.
Because of the rhythm of music, they met and knew each other, and then they felt sorry for each other.
This kind of pure friendship was not tolerated by the martial world because of the sect's grudges and secular views.
How could their hearts be calm?
As for Xia An, his body was filled with freedom. He did not have the soul of the current martial arts sects.
Naturally, the song was filled with boldness and freedom.
What does the view of the world have to do with me?
He only wanted a happy life and a free ride in the Jianghu.
He sat on the clouds and looked down at the world.
How happy.
This was also what Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang had been pursuing. At the last moment of their lives, they had indeed achieved it.
hand in hand, we will go to the Yellow Springs together.
Happy and free.
"Young Master, Fei Yan understands what you mean.”
Qu Fei Yan covered her red lips, her tears falling uncontrollably.
It was only at this moment that she walked out of the despair of losing her loved ones.
The pain was still there, but it was not the only thing.
"No wonder Young Master suddenly wanted to play the song.”
"I'm afraid that he has already seen through my pain, but he can't say it clearly. In the end, he can only use this method to enlighten me.”
Qu Fei Yan wiped away her tears and her eyes became firm, returning to her usual demeanor as a little demoness.
However, at the same time as he walked out of the shadows.
The young girl seemed to have a slight misunderstanding…
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