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The first peak and the second peak were combined with a thousand tables, and for three days and three nights, the Gu Ye Sect was full of laughter.

Yang Qiao was not detained, but chatted with Ding Lan'er hotly. On the contrary, whenever Jin Zitong bragged, he would be poured cold water by Yang Qiao.

Of course, Ding Lan'er also told Yu Jun about Yu Zhongnan, and learned that his son joined the Shengwu Academy, not only was his cultivation promoted to the late stage of chivalry, but also entered the academy specializing in martial arts, and the wrinkles on Yu Jun's face were stretched a lot.

As the saying goes, knowing a son is better than a father, Yu Jun naturally knows Yu Zhongnan's ambitions, and he can join the Holy Martial Academy and not be bullied in a foreign country, and he is also satisfied with being a father.

After the banquet was removed on the fourth day, there was no longer a woman sitting alone on the bluestone of the second peak. This night, she snuggled in the arms of the young man in white, and the two of them kept looking at the crescent moon in the night sky without words.

There was no loneliness in her, and there was no cold majesty. Some are just little birds, with happy smiles on their faces.

Oh, yes! Since Ye Feng left, she has been looking forward to this moment day and night. What could be happier to be able to snuggle up in the arms of her loved ones now?

"Junro! Qiao'er said that you have become a chivalrous man who cultivates both body and soul, is this true? ”

Four days and four nights of sleeplessness, Li Muwan's face did not have the slightest tiredness, and at the moment of dawn, she raised her head sideways and looked at Ye Feng and opened her mouth.

"It should be a third-rate hero...... Well? ”

Ye Feng originally had a smile on his face, but as soon as he spoke, Ye Feng's sword eyebrows suddenly wrinkled slightly.

"A third-rate hero? So, Junlang, you are also a strong man in Middle-earth? Li Muwan's eyes flashed with a gleam, and she asked again: "Junlang!" You said that after becoming the Supreme, you will be by Mu Wan's side, and you will follow me wherever I go, this is ...... Is it serious? ”

"Seriously."

The smile on Ye Feng's face was sincere, but he kept thinking about the sentence just now in his mind.

Third-rate hero, Ye Feng couldn't understand how he could say this, he ...... It's obviously a late-stage chivalrous man who cultivates both body and soul.

"Junro! You ...... in your heart Something? ”

Li Muwan, who was nestled in Ye Feng's arms, withdrew her gaze, looked at the sky and muttered what she thought in her heart.

Ye Feng's body trembled slightly, sighed, raised his hand to brush Li Muwan's hair, and stretched his tightly knit brows.

"It's not a big deal. It's just that I think it's a little weird. ”

"Oh!"

Li Muwan didn't ask deeply, maybe it had something to do with her character, or maybe she respected Junlang's thoughts, as long as Ye Feng was willing to tell her, she listened quietly. If you don't want to say it, why ask?

"Junro! During the time you left, Mu Wan developed a habit. Every night, I would sit on this bluestone, raise my head and look at the crescent moon in the night sky.

Only in this way will I feel that Xuanwu Kingdom is not far away, and the distance from Junlang is not unreachable. ”

The words revealed a hint of loneliness and sadness, and fell into Ye Feng's ears, only to see that his eye sockets were a little moist.

Li Muwan's loneliness and sadness are not Ye Feng's bitterness. He can understand the taste in Li Muwan's heart, because this taste has been with him for a year.

"Junlang!" The two were silent for a few minutes, Li Muwan sat up straight, looked at Ye Feng and said with a smile: "Do you know what Mu Wan does when it is dawn?" ”

Ye Feng blinked, covering up the moisture in his eye sockets, and shook his head with a smile.

"Play the piano! Every day at dawn, Mu Wan will play the piano. Junro! Do you want to listen? ”

Li Muwan smiled and bent her eyes, and Ye Feng nodded.

With a shallow smile, Li Muwan waved her hand and grabbed the guqin, put the guqin on her legs cross-legged, looked up at the light in the sky, and gently placed her ten fingers on the strings, plucked slightly, and spread subtly and long in all directions.

But for some reason, the moment the sound of the piano entered his ears, Ye Feng's sword eyebrows suddenly wrinkled again.

But in the next second, Ye Feng's tightly locked eyebrows stretched again. However, judging from the expression on Ye Feng's face, it seemed that Ye Feng was forcibly suppressing something.

The sound of the guqin echoed in the sky above the Ancient Leaf Sect. Gradually, there was cooking smoke in the sky above the first peak, and on the square of the second peak, there were gradually more disciples.

I don't know when, Ye Feng had already walked to the edge of the peak with his hands behind his back, looking down at the more than 40,000 people in the square, and the doubts in his eyes became more and more intense.

But he still seemed to want to suppress his doubts, and he didn't want to be disturbed by the strange thoughts in his mind to listen to Mu Wan playing the piano.

But Ye Feng didn't know why, as the sound of the guqin continued to echo in his mind, that strange thought couldn't be erased, and finally ...... His eyes were on 20,000 of the 40,000.

Why did he look at more than 20,000 people, Ye Feng was even more unclear in his heart. Just knew that those 20,000 disciples made his heart ache inexplicably, and every time his eyes swept over a person's face, his heart ...... It hurts like a pinprick in a pin.

"Mu Wan! Stop playing. ”

Ye Feng didn't finish reading more than 20,000 people one by one, but turned around and smiled and opened his mouth to Li Muwan.

After opening her eyes, Li Muwan frowned slightly, lowered her head and was silent for a while, and asked softly, "You...... Don't you like to hear it? ”

Mu Wan's playing sound was like a pleasant sound. You can play the piano and blow the flute, chant poems and paint, and sing about wine to show the arrogance and extraordinariness of the literati. I'm a dancing knife and stick, Mu Wan might as well replace the piano with that Xun. ”

"Xun?" Li Muwan glanced sideways at the dark red Xun, put the guqin back on the bluestone, waved her hand and took the Xun, and smiled lightly at Ye Feng: "As long as Junlang is willing to listen, what's the matter if the guqin is changed?" ”

Putting Xun under her lips, Li Muwan glanced at Ye Feng again, although she didn't say anything more, but the moment she closed her eyes, her eyes ...... It was full of doubts.

Perhaps, she had sensed something. Because of Ye Feng, he won't interrupt her playing the piano. Even if she played the piano for three days and three nights, Ye Feng would still sit aside and listen quietly.

But Ye Feng was willing to listen to Xun Yin and replace the guqin with Xun, just as Li Muwan said, there was ...... Why?

But when Li Muwan exhaled lightly and sent it into the middle of the Xun with a resentful voice, Ye Feng's body trembled suddenly.

When he turned around, there was a shocking change in the square.

One by one, the disciples fell down one after another, the blood of more than 20,000 people stained the bluestone red, Yu Jin fell to the ground and vomited blood, Yang Qiao fell into Ding Lan'er's arms with a pale face, and Jin Zitong sat in a pool of blood trembling.

Ye Feng, whose eyes widened, took a step back suddenly, turned around and was about to stop Li Muwan from blowing, but saw that the guqin was broken in half, and a long scar appeared on Li Muwan's face, and the dark red Xun in her hand also broke into several petals.