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"Hiss......"

Taking a deep breath, Ning Chuan felt the coolness of the early morning, his mood was refreshed, and with a dip in his hand, a jade flute appeared in his hand, his lips moved lightly, and he slowly played.

When he saw the beautiful Qinghu Lake yesterday, Ning Chuan wanted to pick up the flute and play a song, but then he entered a state of cultivation.

Of course, when he was practicing, he was also thinking about how pleasant it would be to play music under such a beautiful scenery.

The sound of the flute spread out, and soon infected the surrounding people, and more and more people stayed in place, quietly listening to Ning Chuan's music.

Not only that, some of these people who didn't have any feelings for Qinghu actually made their hearts resonate with Qinghu under the rendering of the sound of Ningchuan's flute.

"I ...... I'm going to enter the cultivation state!"

"Me too!"

There were more and more such conversations, and soon they came into Ning Chuan's mind, and after Ning Chuan heard these words, he played the music more attentively.

So, on the edge of the West Lake, there is such a scene, one person stands in the center and plays the jade flute, while the others are intoxicated by the music, unable to extricate themselves, with smiles on their faces, or tears, or a little pain.

This song, Ning Chuan played according to his own state of mind, unorganized and unorganized, but it was really unexpected that so many people could empathize.

I don't know how long it took, Ning Chuan's flute slowly stopped, and when he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but be startled when he found that there were so many cultivators surrounding him.

"It seems that my skills have really improved a bit!"

After glancing at the people around him, Ning Chuan said proudly in his heart.

So many people in front of him have entered a state of cultivation because of the influence of his flute, and this kind of thing to help others is something that Ning Chuan still likes to do very much.

"Stinky boy, you came here alone, don't you know to notify me?"

As soon as he put away the jade flute, Lu Gulang's voice came again, and when he turned to look, he saw that Lu Gulang was running over in a hurry, with a nervous face.

"It's just here to play a song, why are you so nervous?"

Ning Chuan glanced at him helplessly, this middle-aged man does not have the calmness that a middle-aged person should have, and sometimes, Ning Chuan can't help but regard him as a friend.

"The devil is nervous about you!"

Lu Gu prodigal son snorted, and then said: "I came here when I heard the sound of the flute coming from here, damn it, why don't you tell me if you know music theory? Don't you know that the beautiful scenery and the wonderful music and my poetry are simply a great thing in life?"

“...... Sick ......"

Glancing at Lu Gulang, Ning Chuan ignored this middle-aged man who was not calm at all, and after putting away the jade flute, he already wanted to return to the inn.

In fact, after returning from the Anti-Heaven Pavilion, Ning Chuan's mood seemed to be good, but he had always been very depressed, especially for the matter of Fengxue Yi.

It's just that now he is no longer the kid who did nothing more than he did at the beginning, there are some things that he has to face by himself, even if he feels uncomfortable, he can't show it.

When he was playing, Ning Chuan integrated his feelings for Feng Xueyi into the sound of the flute, and when he blew it out, his heart was naturally a lot happier.

Ignoring Lu Gulang, Ning Chuan walked in the direction of the inn, but before he could take ten steps, a large group of people came in front of him, blocking the way.

They were in groups, and the people who took the lead were a few strong men, and when they saw Ning Chuan, they pointed at Ning Chuan and shouted loudly: "It's him!

Ning Chuan's heart was cold, he staggered back, put on a defensive posture, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you want to do, do you want to break the rules of Qinghu City?"

"Rules, we didn't want to break the rules!"

As soon as Ning Chuan spoke, the footsteps of those people stopped, they looked at Ning Chuan, and said blankly.

For a while, Ning Chuan was also stunned, the scene was silent, and he couldn't help but feel a little more embarrassed inside.

However, Ning Chuan adhered to the idea that those who came are not good and those who are good do not come, and he still did not let go of the hostility in his heart, and asked in a deep voice: "Then what are you doing here!"

Generally speaking, those who take the initiative to find Ning Chuan are either troublesome or troublesome, and Ning Chuan is very self-aware, so when he sees them, he shows a vigilant look.

Besides, it is normal for a cultivator to be vigilant in the face of unknown situations, otherwise, someone will cut off his head in the blink of an eye and not know what is going on, then it is called wrongdoing.

"Shaoxia, you misunderstood!"

Seeing Ning Chuan's appearance, a middle-aged man led by him stood up, with a sincere smile on his face, his eyes sparkled, looking at his face, he didn't look like a bad person.

After a pause, he continued: "I passed by Qinghu just now, and I saw that Shaoxia's flute can help people enter the cultivation state, so I passed it on to ten, ten to hundred, and wanted to come to Shaoxia for help, so that we could cultivate on the edge of Qinghu!"

"I beg the young man to help!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the people behind them all clasped their hands into fists, bowed slightly, and asked in unison, full of sincerity.

"Why do some people appreciate his flute sound, but no one appreciates my poems?

After hearing the meaning, Ning Chuan suddenly realized, and the vigilance on his face was a little less, but Lu Gulang, who was beside him, muttered dissatisfiedly.

In his opinion, his poems are more charming than Ning Chuan's flute, but they don't know how to appreciate them.

Helping others is the foundation of happiness, of course Ning Chuan is willing, but he can't guarantee that he will succeed every time, so he said modestly: "If I can help, I naturally won't push, but I don't know if it will be effective if I continue, if it doesn't work, don't be surprised!"

"Xie Shaoxia help!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he hurriedly bowed down to thank Ning Chuan, and the people behind him also expressed their gratitude in unison.

Standing on the edge of the lake, Ning Chuan and many cultivators waited quietly, and after about an hour, after all those cultivators had left in the early morning, Ning Chuan was ready to start the next round of playing.

It stands to reason that Ning Chuan could completely refuse them, and even Lu Gulang didn't know why Ning Chuan agreed to help them so easily.

But in fact, Ning Chuan did this for a purpose.

The reason why he was able to bring other cultivators into the cultivation state so easily, in addition to the beautiful sound of his flute, was more because he was a Xuanxi cultivator.

Cultivators in the world have a certain sense of rejection for Xuanxi cultivators, and their degree of rejection is no less than that of demonic cultivators, but Ning Chuan, as a Xuanxi cultivator, hopes that the world can understand them—Xuanxi cultivators are not all bad people, but people with ill intentions who have obtained Xuanxi's cultivation method.

Taking a deep breath, Ning Chuan slowly eliminated the thoughts in his heart, and before playing, he had to keep his mind open.

Soon, the sound of the flute sounded again, and in front of Ning Chuan, there were hundreds of cultivators sitting cross-legged, they closed their eyes, quietly listened to the sound of the flute, followed the flute sound, and felt it carefully.

Not only them, but also Ning Chuan, the sound of the flute tugged at the heartstrings, and naturally, his divine consciousness was released, feeling the changes of heaven and earth, and his flute sound became more and more touching.

After about a quarter of an hour, the hundreds of cultivators in front of Ning Chuan entered a state of cultivation under the sound of Ning Chuan's qin, and the sound of Ning Chuan's flute gradually stopped.

Looking at so many people in front of him, Ning Chuan's sense of pride was even stronger.

Lu Gulang didn't open his mouth to nag at the first time, which couldn't help but make Ning Chuan feel a little strange, and turned his head, only to find that Lu Gulang had also entered cultivation.

"Cut, it will beep, my flute can make you enter the state of cultivation, is it okay for you to chant poems?"

Ning Chuan muttered in a low voice, but he didn't make a loud noise, and after finishing speaking, he tiptoed away from Qinghu.

There is no need to leave a name for doing good deeds, and there is no need to leave a name, besides, this is just a convenient thing, and when Ning Chuan is playing, his heart will also be infected.

Walking alone on the street, Ning Chuan enjoyed this feeling very much, especially after seeing Feng Xueyi's complete loss of memory, he felt even more tired.

In the past, Fengxueyi was his support, and Shangguan Huaimeng was another support, but now, one of the support points has collapsed, and Ning Chuan smiled on his face, but his heart was shaky.

Being alone in a foreign land as a stranger, sometimes my heart is sour, and I don't know who to talk to.

And in the past few days, he has been thinking about what he should do with Fengxueyi next time he sees Fengxueyi, kill her with his own hands, and then go back and tell Feng Chuangu the truth?

"Whew!"

Walking aimlessly on the street, the sound of breaking the sky came from the air again, and a dangerous aura surged in Ning Chuan's heart in an instant!

The breath of heaven and earth was running, and Ning Chuan instantly felt the silver needle that was galloping, and there was a hidden yuan force in his hand, which was lightly struck out, and directly collided with the silver needle.

"Ding!"

A small voice sounded in the crowd, the silver needle fell to the ground, Ning Chuan walked over quickly, squatted down, and took the silver needle in his hand.

This silver needle is exactly the same as the silver needle that Lu Gulang gave him last night, under Ning Chuan's deliberate control of the power, the silver needle was not broken, but only bent!

Standing up again, Ning Chuan's divine sense was quickly displayed, and the breath of heaven and earth covered the entire Qinghu City, feeling the thoughts in everyone's heart, but unfortunately, the other party's method of hiding was very good, even if Ning Chuan had released the breath of heaven and earth, he still didn't feel the slightest inappropriateness.

After a long time, Ning Chuan took back his divine sense, looked at the silver needle in his hand, and said softly: "It seems that Senior Lu is right, it is true that someone wants to kill me here, you should be more careful in the future!"

Ning Chuan didn't know the power of the silver needle in his hand, but he believed in the breath of heaven and earth.

If it is an ordinary silver needle, the breath of heaven and earth will definitely not be so sensitive, which means that this silver needle will definitely not be as simple as it seems on the surface, and if it is hit, it is not impossible to lose your life.