"Sunset flowers, can be named after sunset, I'm afraid this flower is not simple!" Zhang Lingdao shook his head, and put this matter behind him, although he still has nothing to do for the time being, but the Imperial State's attack on the Lianwu has only been in the past few days, and it is impossible for him to leave here for too long for an inconsequential matter.

Anyway, it's still early, and he doesn't plan to go back to the house to rest, so it's better to go to the Casting God Valley to have a look.

Zhang Lingdao thought so, his horse is still raised in the Casting God Valley, but he must have the help of his horse when he goes to the south of Jiangnan, and now he can also go over and get it back.

Youyun can travel thousands of miles a day without hurting himself, such a good horse, of course he wants to let it follow him and cultivate feelings for a long time.

The distance between Fengqiao Town and Casting God Valley is indeed a bit far, and he didn't feel much when he used light skills to rush before, but now once he walks, he really feels like a dead horse running from the mountain.

Zhang Lingdao was not in a hurry, so he walked and watched and visited the great scenery of this water.

There will be no beasts on the main road, and there are also some disciples of Emperor Continent who have not yet left to maintain safety here, and in general, the road is relatively calm.

It's just that after walking for a while, Zhang Lingdao was embarrassed to discover a fact, he didn't look at the map before, and walked out casually along the road, and now he doesn't know where he is.

He had no choice but to take out the map from his backpack, trying to use his previous memories to find his current location.

"Well, let me take a look, I remember that I followed this path before, and now I am in this position......" Zhang Lingdao tried to force himself to remember it back, but it seemed that he had failed.

"Woo woo woo ............" The melodious sound of the flute came, and Zhang Lingdao immediately put away his things and listened carefully to the sound of the flute.

He had never heard such a melodious and euphemistic flute, mainly because the person who played the flute did not have any emotions at all, as if it was very harmonious, and played for the sake of playing.

This kind of music that does not contain any emotions at all can be said to be rare in the world, and it can even be regarded as rare in the world, Zhang Lingdao has a keen spiritual sense, and can already hear other people's feelings from this voice, but he can't hear what this person is thinking at all, as if he is just playing music quietly.

He didn't care about finding his way, so he hurriedly went to check, and the voice was melodious and distant, it seemed to be in the endless distance, and it seemed to be beside him.

Zhang Lingdao searched here for a long time, but he couldn't find any trace of the person, and he couldn't help but wonder if he really heard the flute played by the "person"?

He slowly stopped, closed his eyes, he felt that his senselessness could no longer find the source of the sound for himself, he needed to rely on the keen sense of the sixth sense to find the true source of the sound.

When he closed his eyes, he felt that the scenery around him had turned gray and white, but he obviously did not open his eyes, but he could observe the surrounding environment clearly.

Even the formless thing like sound, in this gray-white perception, has turned into a colorful bond, connecting the whole world.

Zhang Lingdao's spiritual sense floated forward along the ribbon of the voice, until it floated to the high mountain in the distance, and then dissipated.

The body that was sitting in place suddenly opened its eyes and looked at a dense forest place, which was on the mountain above it, but he had not thought of it due to visual errors, or habitual reasons.

Zhang Lingdao jumped up from the ground suddenly, his body kept rising in the air, and with the strength of some leaves and branches, he kept climbing up.

Now the internal qi is still not strong enough to step into the air, as a support for itself, can only rely on these soft and small objects as a link for the next step.

Step by step, he finally saw the place where the sound came, it was a huge peach tree, he would never have imagined that the peach tree would grow so big until he saw this tree.

Of course, the voice is not emanating from this peach tree, but a person standing in front of the peach tree.

Zhang Lingdao didn't think he was a guy who liked to eavesdrop, so he walked out very openly and slowly walked towards the tree.

The man must have seen his gaze too, but he didn't stop, still playing the flute in his hand, but the voice was slightly high.

Zhang Lingdao walked over with the beat, and saw that the person standing under the tree and playing the flute was actually a Taoist priest.

He was wearing a light blue robe, with a high crown of hair on his head, his hair was jet black, and his face was very ruddy, but for some reason, he couldn't tell his age.

As a Taoist priest, Zhang Lingdao could know that there were many fellow Taoists who liked to travel around the rivers and lakes and practice the Fa, and he was not surprised by such a thing, so he immediately stepped forward to pay respects.

"I've seen Daoyou, Poor Dao Zhenwu Zhang Lingdao, Dao name Yang Ling, I don't know what to call you?" Zhang Lingdao took the initiative to ask.

"It turned out to be a Taoist friend of Zhenwu, I was addicted to music before, and I didn't see it, so please forgive me." He hurriedly put away the flute in his hand, put his hand in front of him, and made a salute.

"Poor Dao Xiaoyunzi, a wanderer, Taoist friends can be called at will!" The Taoist priests who travel around have a lot fewer rules than those Taoist priests who have sects and sects, and they are more convenient to do.

"Xiao Dao is long and wonderful, and the sound of the flute is clearer and clearer, and the poor road can't help but be attracted to come." Zhang Lingdao briefly explained his intentions.

"Let the Taoist friends laugh, the poor Dao has been playing solo under this flower tree for several years, and it is rare to have a bosom friend to listen to!" Xiao Yunzi smiled and said very indifferently.

Zhang Lingdao was also shocked when he heard this, he originally thought that she was just out of Yaxing and played here, but he didn't expect that he had been playing here for several years, if he didn't have some great perseverance, I am afraid he would not be able to do it.

"Oh? I don't know why? Zhang Lingdao asked.

Xiao Yunzi said with a smile, "It's just to repay a wish for myself, I've been in the past few years, and this flower is finally about to bloom!" ”

He looked at a small flower growing behind a tree, only the size of a few fingers, which looked very delicate and abnormal, but it showed a very strong vitality.

At this time, a group of uninvited guests suddenly came outside, who did not hear their voice, and listened to the voice of a woman.

"I haven't seen the Taoist for a while, and the slave family is really nostalgic!" Her figure gradually revealed from the cliff on the side, "Hehe, I'm even dreaming about Dao Chief!" ”