"Wanrong is missing?" Tang Sheng's face was surprised, of course she knew that Tang Wanrong was dead. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info On the same day, outside Xingxiang City, Patriarch Jiang Shang detained Tang Wanrong's spirit, and Tang Sheng set a fire and burned Tang Wanrong's body to ashes.

"Well, it is said that Wanrong killed Zhang Xiaohua of the Yiheng faction, and then disappeared. The head of the family didn't elaborate, so we don't know what happened. Tang Wanting's face was a little sad, saying that when she was a child, because the elder of the Tang family didn't like the lineage, she didn't like Tang Wanrong very much, and often teased her. But Tang Wanrong didn't care about her child's behavior. "I used to hate her for being pretentious, and I felt bad to hear that she was missing. ”

"It's just missing, you don't have to worry too much. Wanrong killed someone, how should the other party solve it? Didn't you find the Tang family?" Tang Sheng thought to himself, it seems that Zhang Luotian didn't say her. But also, with Zhang Luotian's pride, he was injured by a junior whose cultivation was lower than him, how could he have the face to say it.

"That's not true, I heard that the Yiheng faction has solved it by itself. Tang Wanting didn't know much about this matter. "Tang Sheng, the academic system of Jiya Academy is only three years, and there is still more than a year to graduate, what are your plans? I heard that the students of Jiya Academy will enter the Zhengyi Sect every year. Will you too?"

"I need to discuss this matter with Master before I can decide. I became a close disciple of the Master, and I would be by his side to learn from the Master. Tang Sheng is thinking about entering the Zhengyi Sect, but because Tang Bofu's matter comes first, Tang Sheng doesn't want to talk too much about her with Tang Wanting.

"Well, it will be difficult for us to see each other again after that. Tang Wanting was a little depressed, "I still think that if you can enter the Laoshan faction, we can meet from time to time." ”

Lu Junyao walked over and pulled Tang Wanting into his arms, "For cultivators, it is possible to retreat for several years, decades. Even if they are all in the Laoshan faction, they may not meet often. We're not a little far away, and when we improve our cultivation, the Imperial Artifact will fly very fast. If you want to see Tang Sheng, I will accompany you in the future. ”

"Well, that's all there is to it. Tang Wanting knew that Lu Junyao's words were reasonable.

"Tang Sheng, between you and your brother?" Tang Wanting noticed that Tang Bofu in the distance was staring at them, and couldn't help but ask. Tang Bofu's eyes were red, and his face was full of pain and entanglement, which made Tang Wanting a little scared in her heart.

"Ask your brother about it yourself! I don't want to say more. Tang Sheng's tone was resolute, she was not responsible for answering Tang Wanting's doubts. "Wanting, my brother and I still have some things to discuss. ”

"Alright, let's leave it at that. Lu Junyao stopped Tang Wanting, who was still talking, and hurriedly spoke. Tang Sheng was obviously a little impatient because of Tang Bofu.

Tang Sheng nodded and left with Tang Wei.

"Tang Sheng, just left?" Tang Wanting looked at Tang Sheng's back as she left in a daze, a little uncomfortable. Tang Sheng has a cold personality, she knows. But she didn't expect Tang Sheng to be happy to see her again.

"Senior sister, Tang Sheng is just not in a good mood. It's not that I'm cold to you, you don't have to worry about it. Lu Junyao knew the weight of Tang Sheng in Tang Wanting's heart, and comforted her.

Tang Wanting shook her head and didn't speak, she felt sad, but she also knew that Tang Sheng was not targeting her.

The other side.

Monsoon is practicing swordsmanship.

Leng Renjie came with the sword, landed on the wall of the monsoon courtyard, threw away the magic sword and sat on the wall casually.

"Brother, would you like to have a drink?" Leng Renjie shouted, his voice hoarse.

Monsoon didn't answer him and continued to dance the sword in his hand until the sword dance was over.

Ji Feng looked up at Leng Renjie standing on the wall, the clothes on Leng Renjie in front of him were a little messy, his eyes were red, and he was decadent.

"What's wrong with you?" Monsoon Edgeworth flew in front of Leng Renjie, revealing concern, he had never seen Leng Renjie like this.

"I want to get drunk, do you want to come?" Leng Renjie stood up, stepped on the magic sword, turned around and flew away, and his robe fell into a gloomy place.

Leng Renjie didn't want to say it, and Monsoon didn't ask. Drinking with friends is not necessarily to confide, but they don't want to be alone.

Monsoon Edgeworth followed Leng Renjie, and the two flew all the way to the north. The lush dense forest, covering the ground under their feet, the two fell on the top of Suobei Peak. At the top of Suobei Peak, there are large areas of exposed rocks and a huge 10,000-year-old tree.

Leng Renjie took out a few jars of spiritual wine and threw one to Monsoon. Then he took a jar to himself, raised it to his lips and poured wine into his mouth. As it gurgled down, the wine slid down the corners of his mouth and snaked down his slender neck.

Monsoon grabbed the jar that Leng Renjie threw over and looked at Leng Renjie worriedly. Leng Renjie, whom he knew, had always behaved self-disciplined, had a gentle and handsome appearance, and had never been so embarrassed and decadent. A few hours ago at Tang Sheng's apprenticeship ceremony, he was still fine. It's just that I don't know what he has experienced during this time, and such a big change has happened.

There is no need to say comforting words, I want to come to Leng Renjie to ask him out, and I don't say anything, but I just want someone to drink with him. Monsoon lifted the jar and took a sip. Standing on the top of the mountain, looking far away, no matter how majestic the mountain is, it will be trampled under the feet, and the monsoon has a pride in his heart out of thin air.

Leng Renjie drank jars of spiritual wine one after another. At the top of Suobei Peak, under the night, the world is so big, Leng Renjie has a trace of loneliness from the bottom of his heart. He threw away the jar in his hand. Slumped and leaned against the stump behind him. Drunken eyes are blurred, exuding infinite sadness, and the sorrow is no longer drunk. "The one I love is you, but you belong to someone else. ”

He thought that being drunk could make him forget Tang Sheng temporarily, but after getting drunk, Tang Sheng's appearance in his mind became clearer. Leng Renjie took out his own blue blood flute, and a light voice floated out of the flute, the rhyme was like silk, like fog, and the space was hazy and diffused in it. Sweet and sad, cheerful and melancholy.

The leaves have fallen and the fragrance is built. The night was silent and the cold was broken. The pearl curtain rolls up in the sky, and the sky is faint and the Milky Way hangs to the ground. Monsoon sees a man suffering from love in the sound of the flute, and then he gets a response from the woman he loves. Let Monsoon's heart can't help but be happy. The sound of the flute suddenly turned into sorrow, as if a beautiful dream had been shattered.

The sound of the flute seems to have endless heartfelt and endless love. Melancholy with a hint of sadness. This sorrow gradually expanded, becoming a wail of infinite blood. The man lost his lover!

In such a flute sound, Ji Feng thought of Tang Sheng. He remembered her smile. Thinking of Tang Sheng's serious and focused appearance holding the sword, and thinking of Tang Sheng's confident and sharp appearance in the face of the prohibition of the Ancient Danxiu Cave Mansion. Tang Sheng at that time was thrillingly beautiful. Let his heart beat for her.

Ji Feng suddenly realized his feelings for Tang Sheng. The sound of the flute curls around my heart like smoke, like the clouds in the sky and the wind in the distance. Loneliness is not innate, but starts from the moment you fall in love with someone.

In Leng Renjie's flute, Ji Feng understood the pain of Leng Renjie's love for Tang Sheng. This flute voice told a story, and he understood the story.

"Hehe......" Monsoon sneered lowly, and the laughter continued to expand. "Haha......"

When he began to realize his feelings for Tang Sheng, Ji Feng had no chance to take this step at all. Because he once said to Leng Renjie that Tang Sheng doesn't need to have love or restraint, she should travel the world freely and uninhibited, and go to her avenue. Even if Ji Feng loved her in his heart, he was unwilling to bind Tang Sheng with his love.

Monsoon wiped a handful of water from his face. Grab a jar of wine and pour it into your mouth. Let him indulge in this night, in such a flute sound. Let your emotions go free.

After dawn, he is still the same monsoon as before, and he will restrain his feelings for Tang Sheng and will not leak any of it. He will silently protect this person and become her friend. Together with her, go on the pursuit of the path of cultivating immortals.

Leng Renjie's flute sound lingered throughout the North Peak overnight. Its voice whined, such as resentment, such as crying, like complaining, lingering, endless, the leaves flew down, and the spirit beast whispered and whimpered.

It was dawn, and the corners of the clothes on the heads of the two men were covered with morning dew. (To be continued.) )