The emperor and the princes and nobles will invite the opera troupe to play a song from time to time, but the beginning of this song is exciting, but the latter part is sad, so it is not very popular, and over time it is more and more neglected, no one in the palace of the moon can play, or Mu Feng found the score by chance for them to learn before they were fortunate to listen.

"Feeling sad and happy, it happened by fate. The old man also got this song by chance, and he never got tired of listening to it, but I didn't expect you, a junior of Qingxuanzong, to know its origin. Qiu Changsheng frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, looked at Mu Feng in front of him, and said calmly.

"The beginning of all sounds is born from people's hearts, and the movement of people's hearts makes things so, and the feeling of things moves, so the form is in sound." Mu Feng smiled slightly and said softly.

"The sound corresponds, so it changes, it becomes a square, it is called the sound, it is more than the sound and it is happy, and the dry Qi Yu is called the music." After listening to Mu Feng's words, Qiu Changsheng's face changed slightly, he looked up at the bright moon in space, listened to the heavenly sound that wrapped around his ears, and muttered softly.

"Hehe, Uncle Shi is really an export." Zhuo Zichen looked at the increasingly incomprehensible Qiu Changsheng in front of him and smiled lightly.

"The virtuous nephew is dignified, and he must be very knowledgeable, right? This is a rare opportunity, do you want to see the knowledge of the chief disciple of the dignified Qingxuan Sect! Qiu Changsheng turned around and glanced at Zhuo Zichen meaningfully, and then asked loudly at the many Ancient Sword Sect disciples around him in a high-pitched voice.

"Think~Think~Think!" Hearing this, hundreds of Ancient Sword Sect disciples around them waved their arms one after another, and even the men and women who were still chanting poems on both sides of the stream were enthusiastic and gathered here.

"This~~" Seeing that everyone around him raised his arms and shouted, Zhuo Zichen showed embarrassment, Xia Ruolan, who was standing beside him, also frowned slightly, and Yin Feng frowned and fell into contemplation.

Mu Feng knew that Zhuo Zichen and Yin Feng were still very lacking in knowledge, and from Qiu Changsheng's words before, he could hear that this old guy did have two brushes, and it seemed that he was not all acting here.

"What? Virtuous nephews don't want to teach? Qiu Changsheng saw Zhuo Zichen hesitate, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a treacherous smile.

"How dare you, how dare you, it's just that the younger generation is right about these things ~~" Zhuo Zichen waved his hand again and again and said humbly.

"Qingxuanzong has a wide range of virtues, strange doors and wonderful methods emerge in endlessly, the master and nephew are even more young and promising, and he has become the chief disciple of Qingxuanzong, one of the three major immortal sects, in the year of dancing elephants, presumably not only has a profound cultivation, but also has a unique style in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting."

Without waiting for Zhuo Zichen to refuse, Qiu Changsheng stepped forward and bent down to gently touch the turbulent and clear stream in front of him with his hand, and the corners of his mouth rose to reveal a treacherous smile.

The melodious music echoed between the valley streams, the bright moonlight sprinkled on the earth, and everything seemed so beautiful in the brightly lit valley.

"Only the love bird flies back, I sing sincerely and mourn myself, I have a unique soul in a dream, and I am respectful and waiting."

Qiu Changsheng closed his eyes slightly and slowly stood up, looked up at the bright moon and the sparse clouds floating in the sky, and whispered a poem.

In this poem, many disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect around applauded, Zhuo Zichen and Yin Feng were embarrassed and fell into thought, but Mu Feng's face changed slightly, and his eyes became sharp, and then he looked at Xia Ruolan on the side.

The expressions of the two were surprisingly consistent, Mu Feng knew that Xia Ruolan should have heard it, and after a while, he let out a light sigh with a wry smile, this guy is really different from what he looks like, but he has such an arrogant heart under the appearance of not staining red dust.

"Can't you hear me?" The corners of Mu Feng's mouth rose, revealing a flirtatious smile, and he came to Yin Feng's side and whispered.

"I'm the only one, what a big breath." Yin Feng Jian's brows furrowed, his face became a little stiff, and he replied coldly.

"I thought you were stupid." Mu Feng smiled and shrugged his shoulders, and whispered.

"It's stupid not to hear this, he knows that we can't answer, so he deliberately wants to embarrass us." Yin Feng smiled bitterly, looked at Mu Feng with a melancholy look, and replied.

"This is not necessarily, senior sister, you must be confident!" Mu Feng shook his head negatively, and turned to look at Xia Ruolan, the ice and snow beauty with an indifferent expression and a wordless expression.

Xia Ruolan's cold and delicate face wrinkled slightly, and the bridge of her tall nose was pinched, attracting the fascination of many Ancient Sword Sect disciples around her.

Xia Ruolan didn't answer, her beautiful eyes looked at Zhuo Zichen with a complicated expression on the side, looking a little hesitant.

What Qiu Changsheng made is a hidden poem, and the first word of each poem is connected together to be four words of self-respect, maybe this is the true thought in his heart, but it gives people a feeling of selling fame and reputation, but things are not so simple.

The four of them all knew that Qiu Changsheng, the old fox, must be planning something in his heart at the moment, but no matter what he was thinking, the situation of the four of them at this moment was probably not as safe and comfortable as the guests of the Ancient Sword Sect on the surface now.

"What? The three heroes of the dignified Qingxuanzong really can't write poetry? Or is the old man not worthy of listening to your good words? After waiting for a while, Qiu Changsheng flicked his sleeves lightly, his eyes became sharp, and after sweeping a glance at the four people in front of him, his voice became low.

"The resignation of the pheasant is less, the respect is in front of the scene, the voice is from afar, and the humble residence is close to the minister." Mu Feng's brows furrowed, after hesitating for a moment, he stepped forward, calmly arched his hand and said to Qiu Changsheng.

Mu Feng's words suddenly caused many disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect around him to hesitate and discuss, and Qiu Changsheng was eyes suddenly changed, his expression was extremely indifferent, and a pair of sharp eyes stared directly at Mu Feng.

"Yours!" Yin Feng, who was standing next to Mu Feng, said excitedly to him with a happy face, while Xia Ruolan and Zhuo Zichen looked at him with a slightly frowning brow, and they didn't know what the two of them were thinking at the moment.

After Mu Feng replied impromptuly, he maintained a saluting posture and looked at Qiu Changsheng with a smile, Qiu Changsheng was silent for a while, and then suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, the people of Qingxuanzong are really proficient in Wen Taowu and everything." ”

"The seniors have won the prize," Mu Feng replied softly as he stood up straight with a smile. Obviously, Qiu Changsheng regarded him as a person from Qingxuanzong, if he knew that he was just an idler, I don't know how he would feel.

"Hehe, oops, I can't stand this old bone after staying up all night." After a while, Qiu Changsheng raised his head and stretched out his waist towards the trace of fish belly white that was shining in the sky in the distance, yawning and saying to everyone with a tired face.

The four of them looked at each other and smiled slightly, not knowing what to say, Qiu Changsheng then ordered a few disciples to take the four of them to rest, while he himself jumped lightly and stepped on the golden Xuanyun and flew towards the quaint palace in the middle and disappeared.

Under the leadership of the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect, the four of them came to a simple and clean bamboo building, and after serving pastries and tea, they respectfully retreated.

The four of them sat together in the bamboo building, Zhuo Zichen and Yin Feng tiptoed to the window at the edge of the bamboo building, listened carefully and observed for a while, and after making sure that no one was listening around the bamboo building with a suite-like structure, they cautiously returned to the wooden table and sat down.

"I didn't expect Mu Feng to be so talented." Zhuo Zichen, who was seated again, looked at Mu Feng and chuckled while picking up the delicate pastries on the table.

"Hehe, it's just that my senior sister doesn't want to teach." Mu Feng is not modest, but he knows that Xia Ruolan's talent is definitely not under him, and improvising poetry is not challenging for her at all, but she is unwilling to be in the limelight and remain silent.

"It's very good to be humble." At this moment, there are no outsiders here, and Xia Ruolan no longer shows people who are cold and frosty, and smiles and praises Mu Feng.

"This is also a warning to this old fox, I really didn't expect this old guy to have a lot of research on these things." Yin Feng smiled a little excitedly, the title of an old fox and an old guy Qiu Changsheng also made Mu Feng smile bitterly, he had been respectful to him before, but now he turned around and cursed his eighth-generation ancestors.

"He's trying to make us retreat," after the joke was said, Zhuo Zichen's expression was solemn and he let out a light sigh, playing with the teacup in his hand with one hand, looking worried.

"So what do we do now? Is it just going to be fruitless? Yin Feng Jian frowned slightly, and asked unwillingly.

"It's all their people outside, and it's hard for us to find out under their noses, and even if we find something, let alone return in vain, it's a question of whether we can get out of this death swamp unharmed." Zhuo Zichen shook his head and replied with a bitter smile at Yin Feng.

Seeing that the three people in front of him were all helpless and depressed, Mu Feng let out a soft sigh helplessly, "Anyway, we are still guests now, right?" As the so-called visitors are guests, no one should stop us when we visit this Ancient Sword Sect! ”

"What do you mean?" As soon as Mu Feng said this, the three people in front of him all looked at him with shocked faces.

"Rather than sit back and wait, it is better to take the initiative, if we can find the clues, it is the best, even if we can't find it, we can know more about and be familiar with the terrain here, even if we have a showdown with them, we will not suffer the loss of not being familiar with the terrain here." Mu Feng shrugged his shoulders lightly and replied as if nothing had happened.

"That's a good idea, but going out with the four of us might alarm them."

The three of them all nodded lightly after listening to Mu Feng's thoughts, and after a while, Zhuo Zichen said in a low voice.

"You mean that now Qiu Changsheng has completely relaxed his vigilance against us?" Mu Feng smiled bitterly, shook his head, glanced at Zhuo Zichen, and said softly.

As soon as Mu Feng's words fell, Zhuo Zichen also looked at him in astonishment, and after half a sound, he also smiled bitterly and sighed softly, although there was no one around the bamboo building to watch, but this bamboo building was in the valley where the Ancient Sword Sect was located closest to the main hall, with Qiu Changsheng's strength, he could fly here from the main hall in the blink of an eye, he just had to let some disciples watch and stare at the bamboo building from a distance, there was no need to send someone to monitor it closely.

"You also saw it just now, Qiu Changsheng just deliberately condensed the Xuanyun in front of us, the golden Xuanyun! He is now a Heavenly Rank, even if a few of us join forces, he may not be his opponent, and there are so many people from the Ancient Sword Sect here. The thoughtful Xia Ruolan frowned lightly, and said to the three of them in a calm voice.

"He's demonstrating to us," the three of them also fell into deep thought again, Mu Feng exhaled deeply, and he felt like he didn't know what to say.

When Qiu Changsheng left just now, the palace was only a few dozen meters away from him, and he actually chose to condense the golden Xuanyun and fly over, even some Ancient Sword Sect disciples exclaimed, it is not difficult to see that he is usually not like this, not to mention being approachable, at least it shouldn't give people a feeling of arrogance like before, the only explanation is that he is shaking his majesty, telling them that he is already a heavenly step.

"The elder said that a few years ago, he was only in the late stage of the earth-level stage, but he didn't expect that he was now a heaven-level powerhouse, and it was really a bit tricky!" Zhuo Zichen took a deep breath and smiled bitterly.

"It seems that he also knows that the purpose of our trip is not so simple, maybe he is a thief." Yin Feng nodded and said in a low voice.

"In that case, we're going to force him to show his fox's tail." Mu Feng patted the table and stood up, looking at the three people in front of him excitedly.

"What about forcing it out?" Yin Feng frowned and shook his head slightly, he didn't agree with Mu Feng's proposal, it was no wonder that the current Qiu Changsheng was already a Heavenly Rank, and it was obviously unrealistic to defeat him with the few people in front of him.

"I don't know where Incompetent and Leng Yue are now, if the six of them join forces, maybe they will have to fight, but now the strength of the four of us is still too far apart, besides, Senior Sister is right, we are now sending people under the fence All around us are people from the Ancient Sword Sect, and we can't take any advantage if we really make a move." Zhuo Zichen exhaled deeply, looked at Mu Feng and said solemnly.

Seeing that the two of them were so lost, Mu Feng waved his hand helplessly and glanced at Xia Ruolan on the side, Mu Feng's indifferent eyes made Xia Ruolan look at it and was slightly stunned in her eyes, and then nodded thoughtfully.

"We don't have to fight them to the death." Mu Feng said with a smile.

"And what do you mean?" Yin Feng and Zhuo Zichen wondered in unison.

"We're here to find evidence that they've deviated from the right path," Mu Feng said softly.

"Don't sell Guanzi, this ancient sword sect is in the valley formed between the two mountains, how long is this valley, and where is the secret of Qiu Changsheng? How to find someone who is not familiar with life? Besides, we are still monitored by him, and he will burn high incense if he doesn't make a move on us! Yin Feng glanced at Mu Feng angrily, and said in a hurried voice.

"Because of this, he must know that we are not good, so he will become vigilant, the place he is worried about must be the place we are looking for, we might as well wander around in this ancient sword sect, as long as we know the approximate location, we can go, and when the time comes, you can go back and bring the rescuers over to catch them all."