Yin Sangong's melancholy made the whole environment dull, this feeling is very familiar, and it is obvious that there is still some misunderstanding between him and Hao Sanpo.

Although Jing Chong doesn't know much about love, he is not young after all, coupled with his recent experience, he can experience this kind of loss and helplessness, he is so old, what is there that is difficult to hide?

Heart disease also requires heart medicine, and no matter how powerful a person is, once he can't get out of his heart, everything is in vain. Yin Sangong is obviously much more stable than Hao Sanpo's heart, he lives in seclusion in the Lost Immortal Valley and does not ask about the world, but he is at ease, Hao Sanpo is in trouble, and has been living in torment, and the love between the two of them can only be buried in each other's hearts.

Thinking of Hao Sanpo's final desolation, Jing Chong felt a kind of pore horror, the wounds in her heart had become completely distorted, maybe it was not her intention to hurt others, but after all, she had done a lot of wrong things, and it was not too late to make amends, so only Yin Sangong could save her.

originally thought that if he found Yin Sangong, he could rescue his lover's kite, but judging from the current situation, it doesn't seem to be so simple, Jing Chong can experience a trace of helplessness and stubbornness from Yin Sangong's lamentation, those two ruthless poems are already the best proof, once you enter the lover's kite, be ruthless and don't say goodbye!

They have already made up their minds not to see each other, especially to peerless masters like them, they all have their own pride, and it seems that it is not easy to make them soft in either way.

But it was really a wave of unevenness, things were far more difficult than he imagined, what he thought was simple before, but now he is tied everywhere when he implements it, and at the moment when his heart is rolling, the expected scene still happens quietly.

At this time, Yin Sangong's mood seemed to be unusually lost, without the previous harmony, he became as cold as ice, and no longer paid attention to Jing Chong, he flicked his sleeves and walked in the direction of the wooden house, and after walking a few steps, his desolate voice still came from the air, "Let's go, I won't go to the lover kite, and I can't save the people there!"

After speaking, without looking back, Yin Sangong walked into the wooden house, shook his hand and closed the wooden door, and the scene became extremely embarrassing.

"Brother, let's go back first, the old man is rarely so depressed, but once he is depressed, he will not appear for many days, and he will not return to his previous state until he is calm, and I can't help much, but I can send you out of the valley safely! "Unexpectedly, even Bu Desuo also issued an eviction order to the two of them, and the owners of the people said so, and they had no reason to stay, but after all, this matter is related to the lives of many people, how could Jing Chong just give up so easily?

"Brother Bu, I see that you are also thinking too much, you also know that the journey from here to the lover kite is not more than three thousand miles, I have basically been looking for it all the past few days, and I found the Misty Valley by mistake, do you think I can give up so easily?" Jing Chong is completely anti-guest, and he is no longer reasonable when he speaks, and then he sits there with his ass, consuming time.

"Brother, yes, I brought you here, but you have to figure out this favor, if I don't guide you the way, I believe that even if you can find the Misty Mountain, you will definitely be lost there, in fact, it can be regarded as saving time, this time you have entered the Misty Fairy Valley, you can also see the attitude of the old man, as a brother, don't make me embarrassed!" Bu Desuo looked very embarrassed, he spread his hands, and said slowly.

Seeing the other party say this, Jing Chong calmed down a little, and thought about the methods that the other party played before, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, thinking about it, since Bu Desuo likes to play routines with people, then he doesn't mind playing with him too, and if he can't eat it, he will take the soft bubble.

couldn't help but have a smile on his face, Jing Chong suddenly changed the topic, "How long has Big Brother Bu been in Misty Immortal Valley?"

He asked like this, as if he was chatting about homely things, Bu Desuo didn't know what the situation was, and he could only say in passing, "It's been almost ten years before and after!"

Once the words are connected, even if the two of them have a topic, Jing Chong continued, "Ten years is indeed not a short time, and you must have a deep relationship with the old man!"

As soon as the words turned, they were pulled to Yin Sangong's body again, Bu Desuo was defenseless, and said, "Yes, we are like father and son, if there was no old man with him, I would have died in the Scorpion King Valley back then! No matter what in this life, I have to repay the kindness of the old man!"

Unexpectedly, Bu Desuo is also affectionate and righteous, according to him, he only followed Yin Sangong in his twenties, and now he is in the prime of life, which can be regarded as a good time.

"Oh, I didn't expect that Brother Bu is also an experienced person, and I didn't expect you to have such a deep relationship with the old man, you must be very sad to see him in pain!" Jing Chong spoke very subtlely, but the words turned little by little, and slowly let the other party fall into the trap.

"Nonsense, we are like father and son, of course the old man's business is my business!" As soon as the matter of Yin Sangong was mentioned, the originally shrewd Bu Desuo was completely like a fool, and he didn't have a trace of vigilance.

In such a happy place, he struck while the iron was hot and continued, "You just told me, and it sounded good, but what did you really do for the old man?"

Giving him a slap like this, he suddenly gave way to Desuo's anger ignited, but what Jing Chong said was reasonable, he was about to get angry, but he didn't know how to refute it, calm down, he chose to think deeply, yes, what did he do? The old man is getting older and older, where can he repay the reward he said?

He couldn't help but ask, and his brows tightened, he really had never considered such a question.

"In fact, being a disciple or a son of a man, filial piety is a kind of character and virtue, but the heart of filial piety is not only a heart, but also to understand the heart of the elderly, what do they need?

"Understand the heart of the old man?" finally Bu Desuo believed, he felt that it made sense, and he really didn't do enough about it.

"Let's take it as an example, the old man's biggest knot is actually the matter with Hao Sanpo, the misunderstanding thirty years ago is still lingering on both sides, is it possible to make them regret it for the rest of their lives?

"How much do you know about this?" Bu Desuo was completely interested, he looked at Jing Chong with a smile on his face, and asked as if he was asking.

"The inside story is not very clear, I still inquire about their affairs one-sidedly!" Jing Chong simply told his own experience, of course, the love between Hao Sanpo and Yin Sangong was particularly prominent.

"It seems that there is a solution to this matter!" Bu Desuo said, Jing Chong suddenly felt his eyes light up, in fact, the biggest breakthrough in this matter is Yin Sangong, as long as he can open his heart knot, things will become much simpler, he doesn't know anything about Yin Sangong, but Bu Desuo has been following for ten years, he understands, so this time he has made such a big detour, what he wants is the other party's idea.

The matter was halfway through, and Jing Chong also had a smile on his face, and he stared at the other party with the same eagerness, quietly waiting for a reply.

"In fact, the old man is very lonely in his heart, in addition to picking flowers and twisting leaves to fiddle with farming, he still likes to chant poems and play music, the old man's mood is difficult to open, most of them are entangled in a certain place, if we can use poetry or music theory to integrate into it, I believe that the old man can also have an epiphany and relief!"

And his ideas are also very unique and fresh, Jing Chong is unheard of, which is the defect caused by the lack of culture, but this approach is enough to try, the world of cultural people still needs to use culture to communicate.

Resonated with Bu Desuo's proposal, Jing Chong and the three of them were also very excited, it was impossible for the two of them to do this kind of thing, but Bu Desuo was out of the way, and it seemed that it would not be difficult for him, after some preparation, the three of them tiptoed to the pavilion next to the waterhole.

The name of the pavilion is called "Shenxian Terrace", the image is indeed taken, along with the rain and mist of the waterfall, there is really a feeling of being in the realm of the gods, and Jing Chong has a sense of infinite melancholy when he is in it.

"The green smoke willows are in the east of the old city, and the yellow leaves are cool and the wind is chaotic in autumn. The old geese don't know where to fly, in this mountain, this tree, in this forest?"

Not to mention, Bu Desuo entered here and opened his mouth to come, he believed it, the poetry must be reached, the endless desolation, the old goose lost is in response to the current state of mind of Yin Sangong, the emotions are endless, people can't let go for a long time, the dull atmosphere makes people's hearts tremble, where should the future go?

Although the two of them don't know how to write and ink, they still like the artistic conception of this kind of poetry, and they can't help but think highly of Bu Desuo's feelings.

There was a lament in the wooden house, and after a long time, there was a melodious twilight flute, the flute sound was long and long, like an old goose flying in the air, it was not afraid of folding its wings, it was not afraid of wind and rain, but it didn't know where it flew, it didn't belong, it didn't know where the roots were, it was confused, it was disappointed, desolate again and again, sad again and again.

The artistic conception of the flute and the artistic conception of the poem echo in pairs, and suddenly the atmosphere is dull, and the depressed feeling reaches the apex, making people feel breathless, Jing Chong can't help but think of his own experience, the despair and trouble, confusion and loss, all kinds of thoughts continue to emerge, and the whole heart seems to have been smashed by a hammer.