Maybe he has experienced too much, but now Mu Feng has become a little cautious and more desperate.

When the four of them walked down the hillside to the stone path by the stream, all kinds of Ancient Sword Sect disciples on the stone road with bright smiles on their faces stopped to look at them.

"Senior brothers, don't care, it's been a long time since outsiders have come in here." Being looked up and down by the strange eyes of everyone around made the four of Mu Feng feel a little uncomfortable, and the young disciple who led the way in front seemed to feel it, and turned to smile at them.

Zhuo Zichen shook his head with a smile to show that he didn't care, and then followed him and continued to walk along the stone path.

"Qu Shui Liuzhen, they are so Yaxing!" Looking at the paper boats lit with candles in the clear stream beside him, every time he stopped in front of the disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect sitting on the shore, the disciple would get up and chant a poem, and if he couldn't make it, he would drink a cup of himself.

Mu Feng has heard four or five poems along the way, although these men and women can't even rhyme, and the poems they make are also vulgar, but they still enjoy them from time to time, attracting applause and cheers from onlookers on the shore.

"People here are pretty good at entertaining themselves!" Yin Feng walked beside Mu Feng and looked at these Ancient Sword Sect disciples who were having a lot of fun beside him, and chuckled in a low voice.

"Are you interested?" Mu Feng could hear the disdain in his tone, it was true, the poems improvised by these people were soy sauce poems, and there were no highlights at all.

"I don't know anything about that." Yin Feng waved his hand and laughed.

"Wouldn't it? In every room on Qingxuan Mountain, I have seen a lot of works by literati and scholars, and you never read them? Mu Feng said with some surprise.

I live in Qingxuanzong, I usually read books to pass the time when I have nothing to do, although there are more wild monsters to talk about, but there are also some books of poetry and songs, Yin Feng has always given people the feeling that he is gentle and elegant, and he is rich and rich, Mu Feng can't imagine that he can't write poetry.

"We have this kind of leisure and elegance there, the daily cultivation in the sect is overwhelming, there is still time to look at these things, and it is useless to read them, is it useful for you to recite a poem to it when you encounter a demonic beast?" Yin Feng shrugged his shoulders helplessly and replied.

After listening to his explanation, Mu Feng also nodded thoughtfully, "That's right, usually your cultivation is tiring enough." But they seem to be much more idle than you."

"Actually, every immortal sect is similar, but they are different from us." Xia Ruolan, who had been silent, suddenly spoke softly at this moment.

"What's different?" Mu Feng's brows furrowed slightly, revealing a puzzled expression.

"You also grew up in the palace, and you should know what we come into contact with every day in the palace." Xia Ruolan replied with a soft voice and some sighs.

"Every day, we are looking at some ways of governing the country, learning the art of the emperor, the strategy of commanding the army, and learning the words of some sages, but as the children of the Xianmen, the words they read may only be occult."

Seeing that Mu Feng was still looking at himself in confusion, Xia Ruolan smiled bitterly and explained softly.

After listening to Xia Ruolan's explanation, Mu Feng suddenly realized, indeed as she said, she used to spend more than half of her time in the palace reading books every day, and she did know more about these poems and songs than Zhuo Zichen, and she couldn't help but laugh when she thought of these Mu Feng.

"Laughing at what?" Seeing Mu Feng laughing inexplicably, Yin Feng asked with a puzzled expression.

"I'm thinking that even people like you who don't understand poetry and poetry can hear their poems unbearable, they are really ~~" Mu Feng couldn't laugh silently, I really don't know why this ancient sword sect would engage in this kind of thing.

Maybe it's because the sect master of the Ancient Sword Sect knows that he can't get on the stage for this meandering water, so he doesn't have contact with the outside world, right? When I think of these Mu Feng, I can't laugh even more, this feeling is like watching a group of immature children play with high interest.

Thinking of this possibility, Mu Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud, making the three people on the side look inexplicable.

Under the leadership of several disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect, the four of them came to the tall and festive high platform, a man wearing a sky blue robe and a crane-haired boy was sitting beside the stream, and the high platform in front of him was built in the middle of the stream, and the position where he sat was an excellent position to enjoy the performance of the high platform.

And beside him, there were many young disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect sitting on both sides of the stream, chatting and laughing, so lively.

On the high platform, several beautiful singers with beautiful figures and white skin sang and danced in the melodious sound of performance, and from time to time they also flattered the audience, attracting many disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect around the high platform to cheer and applaud.

"Oh? It turned out that the nephew was here, what a rare guest! The young disciples who had been attracted before came to the middle to enjoy the singing and dancing performances, looking to be fifty or sixty years old, with an amiable and wise face, but revealing a sense of dignity without anger and dignity, and whispered a few words in front of the man, the man stood up, shook his delicate and noble robe, turned to look at Zhuo Zichen behind him, and said with a smile.

"The junior Zhuo Zichen has seen his uncle" Zhuo Zichen smiled slightly and greeted him modestly, seeing this, Mu Feng also looked like he saluted the extraordinary man in front of him.

"Haha, Zhuo Zichen! I saw you a few years ago in the Ancient Underworld Sect, at that time, although you were talented, you were still a yellow-haired boy, but I didn't expect to become a young hero for a few years, come on, come on, sit down. ”

This person is Qiu Changsheng, the sect leader of the Ancient Sword Sect, he has always been with Yan Yuese, he doesn't see anything unusual at all, he feels that there is no difference between the leaders of the Immortal Sect in the outside world, these sect masters have a sense of arrogance in their bones, in their eyes, Zhuo Zichen in front of them is a junior, it is difficult for them to look at these juniors.

"Uncle Xie" Zhuo Zichen smiled and nodded, and several disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect who had been sitting beside Qiu Changsheng hurriedly got up and gave up their seats to the four of them.

"Sure enough, I'm young and promising, and my death swamp is not something that anyone can enter. A few of you can come in, it's really a bit of a skill" After the four of them took their seats, Qiu Changsheng sat back in his original seat, and after looking the four of them up and down, his eyes stayed on Zhuo Zichen and said with a light smile.

"Uncle Shi said that he laughed, but Uncle Shi, your idle life in this paradise is enviable!" Zhuo Zichen smiled and shook his head, looking at the scene of singing and dancing around him, and sighed.

"Haha, those of us who are old just don't like to wander around outside, just drink tea here every day and cultivate our sentiments and take care of our days." Qiu Changsheng picked up a delicate and transparent white jade teacup in front of the table, took a sip of the tea inside, smiled bitterly and replied.

"How can Uncle Shi say that? The continent is not peaceful now, if you leave it alone, won't we be leaderless? Zhuo Zichen waved his hand again and again, and said to him sincerely.

As soon as these words came out, the tea that Mu Feng drank in his mouth almost didn't squirt out, obediently, when did this guy learn to pat himself on the back?

"Haha, it's a bit inconsistent with your identity for your nephew to say such things in your current identity!" After hearing Zhuo Zichen's words, Qiu Changsheng obviously accepted his sycophancy, and the smile on his face became much brighter, but he waved his hand at him in a pretended to be humble.

"There, I'm just right about things and not people, Uncle Shi is highly respected, who outside the Swamp of Death doesn't respect you, and the younger generation really thinks that Uncle Shi is an indispensable pillar among the righteous people of the mainland!"

Zhuo Zichen simply got up and bowed solemnly to him, if Mu Feng didn't know the purpose of his trip before, I'm afraid he would really believe his rhetoric.

"Hey, I'm not involved in the outside world, it's good to stay here all these years." The smile on Qiu Changsheng's face was a little stiff when he saw Zhuo Zichen like this, and Mu Feng, who had captured this detail, was also slightly surprised in his heart, it seemed that he had noticed something?

"Uncle Shi is really comfortable cultivating his sentiments here." Zhuo Zichen also sensed that Qiu Changsheng didn't seem to want to accept his flattery, so he immediately changed his strategy, looked around and smiled.

"Hehe, my Ancient Sword Sect's poor mountains and bad waters can't compare to your Qingxuan Sect, but I can really study poetry and poetry here, I don't want to be in contact with the outside world all these years, I don't know why my nephew visited the place late at night?" After Qiu Changsheng chuckled, his eyes looked directly at Zhuo Zichen like a torch, and asked in a low voice.

Qiu Changsheng's sudden change of attitude surprised the four of them, Zhuo Zichen's brows furrowed slightly, and he turned his head to look at Xia Ruolan beside him, Yin Feng saw Xia Ruolan's hand under the table lightly touched the corner of Zhuo Zichen's clothes, and he didn't know what she wanted to express.

"Actually, there is nothing important, in recent years, Uncle Shi has not been involved in the outside world, and the elders are very worried about you, so they ordered us to come to visit, but unfortunately we got lost in that swamp and delayed a little time, and we should have arrived before the start of the sect meeting."

After pondering for a moment, Zhuo Zichen got up again and replied calmly and calmly.

"Haha, I can't imagine that my old bones are still remembered, they have a heart! When you go back, tell them, and say that the old man will have a chance to visit them and catch up with them. A strange light flashed in Qiu Changsheng's eyes, and he hesitated a little and smiled.

"Uncle Shi can return with us if he wants, I think the elders should also want to catch up with you as soon as possible." Zhuo Zichen smiled lightly.

"Listen~"

Just when Mu Feng was admiring Zhuo Zichen for such a hand, Qiu Changsheng suddenly changed the topic, turned sideways and looked at the young and beautiful disciples playing musical instruments on the high platform in front of him, and said softly.

His evasion also made the four of them quite speechless but helpless, after all, this is his territory, in terms of strength and qualifications, he is his elder, and they can't directly let him answer Zhuo Zichen's previous advice.

But the more he avoided the important and changed the topic like this, the more people felt that there was a problem, Mu Feng glanced around, and saw that the hundreds of ancient sword sect disciples around him had already gathered around here, and they all looked at him curiously, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart, if there was a conflict with them here, it would be troublesome.

"Does it sound good?" The sound of the piano on the high platform is melodious and pleasant, and every note played from the fingertips makes people feel comfortable, and the combination is endless, Qiu Changsheng closed his eyes and listened for a moment, then turned to look at the four people behind him and asked softly.

"Hehe, the younger generation is ignorant, and it can be said that he doesn't know anything about music and rhythm, but this song is really good." Zhuo Zichen replied with an embarrassed smile.

"Don't you know either?" Qiu Changsheng nodded at Zhuo Zichen and turned to look at the three Mu Feng on the side.

The melodious sound of the flute, the melodious guqin, the beautiful pipa, all kinds of musical instruments are intertwined with each other, sometimes quiet as autumn water, sometimes moving like thousands of horses galloping, the aftermath of the sound around the beam to close your eyes and listen to it can even form a picture in your mind, Mu Feng after careful listening, what appeared in his mind was that thousands of troops and horses fought on the battlefield, which made people's blood boil, but when Gao Yu Dynasty gradually fell, he left dead bodies all over the ground, which made people move and burst into tears.

Yin Feng shook his head, Xia Ruolan frowned slightly, and suddenly glanced at Mu Feng, Mu Feng's heart trembled, and he smiled slightly in the face of Qiu Changsheng's direct gaze, "If the junior heard correctly, this should be a homecoming song"

When Mu Feng said this, Zhuo Zichen and Yin Feng also looked at him in surprise, and many disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect around them were also talking to each other, and Qiu Changsheng in front of him showed a puzzled expression, looked Mu Feng up and down, and nodded lightly, "How do you know that this is a homecoming song?" ”

Facing Qiu Changsheng's questioning, Mu Feng turned sideways and glanced at Xia Ruolan who was expressionless under the expectant gaze of everyone, and now he knew why Xia Ruolan suddenly looked at herself, she couldn't help but know that she really loved to be in the limelight.

However, with Xia Ruolan's temperament, she will never talk nonsense in front of these people, even if she gets along with her for so long, she is like gold, but from the way she looks at herself, Mu Feng can see that she wants to answer herself, since this is the case, Mu Feng can only bite the bullet.

"This homecoming song has been lost for a hundred years, but it can still be heard in some imperial royal families, according to legend, it was improvised by a general when he fought on the battlefield to boost morale, but when the general created this song, he was defeated shortly after, the battlefield was full of corpses, and countless soldiers died in their hometowns, and the general was heartbroken and integrated homesickness behind this song, so there was this majestic but full of sadness song."

Mu Feng recalled for a while, and told everyone the origin of this song with a smile.

Mu Feng said this, Zhuo Zichen and Yin Feng looked at him with an incredible look, Xia Ruolan nodded at him slightly, although Mu Feng felt a little inexplicable, although this piece can rarely be heard by the outside world, because there are many musical instruments needed to play, there are twenty or thirty musicians sitting on the high stage in front of them, and ordinary people can't afford to invite so many people to get together to play a tune.