“...... Ah?" Zhao Ji turned his head with difficulty, and a young man grabbed the hem of his shirt to prevent him from falling. When the wind blew in the night, it was so cold that he woke up: "Is this true?

"Of course you'll die, why can't you think about it, you want to kill yourself at such a young age?" the young man asked him with a smile.

"I don't want to die!" Zhao Ji was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, "Then can you take me back?" ”

The young man blinked: "Be quiet, you are not qualified to negotiate with me, little friend." Your family has a feud with me, so I'm going to kill you one by one, and I happened to see you, and you were also unlucky. ”

If there was any word to describe this young man, it would probably be "beautiful man".

Song Yu Pan An is just an illusory standard, but when he sees him, it seems that these two names have become faces.

Youth is a flying dragon. He may not be young, he may look eighteen or nineteen, or he may be twenty-eight or nineteen, but the difference is the vicissitudes that occasionally flash in his eyes. He wasn't very tall, but he was very tall and thin. He wears a dark robe with a hood. His hair was black and soft, combed in a neat bun and tied up with hairpins. His skin was very white, pale and bluish, and his facial features looked extraordinarily distinct, but his lips were less bloody. In fact, he looked a little sickly, but his eyes were too much of a plus: bright, flexible, intelligent and proud.

No matter how good-looking a person is, when he wants to threaten others, it is still very scary.

Zhao Ji is a smart child, and he knows that crying may not be very useful—after all, when he cried just now, the adults not only ignored him, but also left him alone in the house. So he turned his mind and whispered: "Big brother, please let me go, whatever you want, I will ask Sister Ah Jin to give it to you, I don't lack anything here." ”

This is said very well-behaved, and in most extraordinary circumstances, it can guarantee his survival. Most of the time it is in vain for adults to say this, but when children say it, they become very reasonable, sensible, trustworthy, and irrefutable.

Fei Wei didn't expect him to say this, and he was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Ji continued: "Big brother, I know you are very angry, today my father scolded me, and I am also so angry. However, when people are sad, they should do something happy. ”

The Flying Ray smiled and changed his mind. He thought for a while and said, "Then I'll do a happy thing, and you promise me three conditions, okay?"

Zhao Ji hurriedly said: "Okay, good." ”

"First, whatever I do next, you must not make a sound until I let you speak. ”

Zhao Ji nodded.

"Second, after you go back, no one is allowed to tell me about this incident. ”

"I don't tell!"

"Third—"

Zhao Ji felt his body sink. He's falling. The earth stretched out its claws and dragged him straight down!

The wind was whistling in his ears, and the land where he was playing, where he had grown up to this day, was about to kill him.

Zhao Ji's tears fell quickly, his eyes were wide open and trembling, but he bit his lip and didn't shout.

Maybe it's a dream?

In the blink of an eye, you will wake up in the next life.

A pair of arms supported his body, a little to the ground, jumped on the eaves, and lowered him.

Zhao Ji sat tremblingly and slumped on the roof, desperately pulling the bricks and tiles of the roof, afraid that he would fall.

Feiwei touched his head: "You're quite obedient, you really didn't make a sound, it's good, you can be my apprentice." ”

"Apprentice?"

"The third point is to be my apprentice. ”

Zhao Ji's voice was still trembling: "But I'm not in good health, I can't fly......"

Fei Wei smiled: "I can see it, I have no talent, teach you martial arts, you can't learn it." Then I'll teach you how to make a nice flute without using leaves. ”

Zhao Ji was taken aback: "How do you know that I will ......?"

The flying dragon sat next to him, a leaf in his hand. "Because I was not far away and saw it. Coincidentally, when I was teasing these adults next to you, I also took a leaf and blew it to play, and it was normal for them to get angry when they heard it. You're unlucky, and you've blown a leaf, but they're actually angry with me. Seeing that your musical talent is quite high, I am also idle and bored, I just killed someone, and smoked everyone in the palace to sleep, I wanted to kill you, but now I think about it, there is no need. ”

The flying fish threw the leaf away and held out his hand.

"Come, reach out, like me. He folded his hands, put them together, one inside and one away, and put them to his lips and blew softly—

The voice is mellow and melodious, and the timbre is peculiar: when it blows in the ears, it gives people a sense of distantness, Zhao Ji thinks it is a voice from afar, and looks back from time to time; Fei Wei stood up, jumped to the opposite eaves, far away from Zhao Ji, and turned around—the sound was close again, as if it was close in front of him. The music pours and the moonlight flows. The moonlight shone on him, on his pale face, and was a melodious painting, a milky music.

This kind of music, the rhythm is long, lonely and ethereal, like a dream, true and false, it is really a dream, Zhao Ji doesn't understand the meaning of this song, but he was a little moved when he heard it, and wiped his tears.

The Wyvern walked back to him.

"It's called a hand, it's a little more elegant than whistling, and there are very few people who know it. He asked Zhao Ji a little proudly, "Do you want to learn?"

Zhao Ji said: "I think." As he spoke, he burst into tears, sobbing and choking, "I think of my mother, I haven't seen my mother for a long time, you are really my master!"

He'd heard it.

Seeing Zhao Ji crying, Fei Wei was stunned for a moment, and suddenly asked him, "What is her surname?

Zhao Ji said seriously: "Master, my mother's surname is Chen, her name is Wanqing, a native of Kaifeng, and she is a beauty in the palace. She'll play this tune!" he said, a little proud.

The child didn't know how to avoid it, Zhao Ji directly said his mother's name, and if he was heard by an adult, he would say it again. But in the face of the master he had just recognized, he knew everything.

This time, I was a little moved by the flying rays. Zhao Ji saw him pursing his lips with tears in his eyes, and hurriedly asked, "Master, why are you crying?"

"Nope. Fei Wei said, turning his head, Zhao Ji couldn't see his expression.

"You stupid apprentice, why don't you hurry up and learn from it? If you can make a sound, thank God for being a teacher. Come, so, hand swing like this - the left hand a little bit more, yes, so, clench. You go back today, practice well until you can make a sound, and then I will teach you to play the tune. ”

"Whew-"

“...... You're a quick learner. ”

"Master, am I blowing a sound?"

"Idiot! This level is shown to the teacher? It is not stable at all, it is rotten! You go back and practice three hundred times, and come to see me tomorrow night!"

"I'm sorry, Master......"

He was slapped on the back of the neck, and his eyes went black.