Looking at the trace of remembrance and sadness on the face of the beautiful woman under the moon, Ling Muyun gently hugged Huang Rong's fragrant shoulder, and then walked to the tomb, knelt on the ground, bowed respectfully a few times, and said: "Auntie, if you know anything under the spring, rest assured, I will treat Rong'er well in the future and not let her suffer the slightest grievance." ”

"Brother Yun......" Huang Rong's voice was slightly choked, and a little tear flashed in her eyes.

Getting up from the ground, Ling Muyun reached out and stroked Huang Rong's pretty cheeks, gently helped her wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly: "Rong'er, then I'll go first?" ”

"Hmm." Huang Rong nodded her head.

Ling Muyun left Huang Rong at the moment, spared the grave, and flew away following the sound of the flute. The path in the island is tortuous, and I didn't go far, but I saw that the road ahead was broken, and I could only detour if I wanted to go forward, but the road was tortuous, and I didn't know where it would go. You can listen to the sound of the flute, which is obviously not far ahead.

Ling Muyun had walked this strange road in Guiyunzhuang, and he didn't care whether the road was passable at the moment, but just followed the sound of the flute, and when there was no way out, he walked up the tree, and sure enough, the faster he walked, the clearer the sound of the flute became.

At this moment, the sound of the flute changed, high and low, forward and backward, obviously listening to it was not far away, but it never came close. When he listened to the sound and ran to the east, the sound of the flute suddenly disappeared in the west, and when he followed the sound to the north, the sound of the flute came out in the south, and it seemed that more than a dozen people were lying around, teasing him with one after another.

Ling Muyun's heart suddenly brightened, knowing that it was estimated that Huang Yaoshi had discovered him, and he didn't want him to get involved, so he kept changing his position. However, Ling Muyun had already made up his mind to mix. Naturally, I won't give up because of this. Jumping up to the treetops, urging the demon seed in his mind, the spiritual power emanated like a tide, and suddenly like a silk net, all the surrounding space in a square circle was enveloped in the spiritual force field.

With the help of the spiritual force field, Ling Muyun carefully felt the direction of the air flow, and then discerned the direction according to it. After all, Huang Yaoshi can constantly change his own position and make the direction of Xiao Sheng's position uncertain, but he can't change the direction of air flow, as long as he has the direction of the wind as a reference, it is easy to find the right direction to go.

Although Ling Muyun can also rely on stargazing to discern the direction. It's just that the stars in the sky are too far away. According to the position of the stars, only the general direction can be discerned, so as not to be confused between the east and the west, the north and the south, but when it comes to the detailed directions, it is somewhat inadequate.

This is also the reason why Ling Muyun jumped into the treetops. In the woods. Influenced by flowering trees. The direction of the air flow is so unpredictable that it cannot be used as a reference point, so you can only jump into the treetops. Feel the unhindered flow of air from high places to accurately identify the direction.

At that moment, Ling Muyun no longer fell into the forest, but only flew over the trees, arguing about the wind. So you don't have to lose your way anymore.

At this moment, the tone of the flute changed sharply, like a shallow smile, like a whisper, soft and gentle, which made people can't help but ripple in their hearts. Then I heard the sound of the flute gradually hurrying, as if urging people to dance. Ling Muyun listened to it for a while, only to feel that his face was red and his ears were red, and his veins were open, he just wanted to jump up and dance, and a little desire in his heart was aroused, and he couldn't help but think of all kinds of scenes when he was in the Luding World with Princess Jianning, Su Quan and others.

Not good!

Ling Muyun was immediately shocked and tried his best to calm his mind. Because he knew very well that once he moved to the sound of the flute, unless Huang Yaoshi took the initiative to stop blowing, he would never stop, and he would continue to dance until he died of madness in the sound of the flute.

Of course, with his current relationship with Huang Yaoshi, it is impossible for Huang Yaoshi to really take his life, but once he is recruited, it is always inevitable to be embarrassed and embarrassed. He didn't want to show any ugliness in front of Huang Yaoshi, the prospective father-in-law.

Fortunately, Ling Muyun practiced the demon seed, and his mental power far exceeded that of ordinary people, so he finally stopped his impulse in time and was not confused by Xiao Yin. However, this beautiful sound lingered in his ears, but he also needed to resist hard, and he had no time to care about anything else.

At this moment, Ling Muyun's heart suddenly moved, and he suddenly urged the demon seed in his brain, manipulating the wisps of spiritual energy scattered outside his body, and filtering the air around him, after all, sound transmission needs to use air as a medium, as long as the air carrying the sound is filtered out, naturally it will no longer affect him.

Sure enough, as soon as this method came out, Ling Muyun's ears suddenly became much quieter. Most of the Xiao Yin was immediately blocked, and only a very small part of them could reach Ling Muyun's ears through the heavy filtering of spiritual power, but it had already become nothing, and it had no effect on him.

Ling Muyun couldn't help but feel secretly proud, this trick is still good, let you blow the earth-shattering sound, I will not hear it.

However, in addition to being proud, Ling Muyun couldn't help but secretly marvel at Huang Yaoshi's attainments in sound attack, with such a superb sound attack method in hand, he was not afraid of siege at all, as soon as the sound of the flute came out, those whose martial arts cultivation was lower than him basically had to lie down, it was simply a big killer for group attacks!

With a little emotion, Ling Muyun continued to move forward, without the interference of Xiao Yin, Ling Muyun's speed suddenly became much faster, that is, after one or two breaths, he saw a small clearing near the mountain in front of him, and behind the clearing, there was a dark shadow, which seemed to be the entrance of a cave. Ling Muyun was overjoyed in his heart, knowing that most of them had arrived at the place.

Flying down on the clearing, he looked intently at the suspected cave entrance, and sure enough, he saw a pair of crystal eyes shining in the darkness, and at the same time, bursts of rapid panting came from it. If Ling Muyun didn't guess wrong, the person who was breathing should be the old naughty boy Zhou Botong.

At this time, the sound of the flute was fluttering, lingering, like a woman sighing for a while, moaning for a while, and softly whispering softly and softly.

Because Ling Muyun had already added a layer of protection, his sensitivity to the sound of the flute was very weak, and although the tune in the flute was more seductive than just now, it didn't have much effect on his ears. But the man on the other side was panting more and more, and listening to his breathing, you could imagine that he was in pain, and he was obviously trying his best to resist the temptation of the flute. Ling Muyun walked over slowly, the place was densely populated with flowers and trees, although there was a bright moon in the sky, but the moonlight was densely blocked by the branches and leaves, and he couldn't penetrate it, until he walked to a place a few feet away from him, and he could vaguely see his face.

It turned out that the man was sitting cross-legged at the mouth of the cave, and behind him was the dark cave. Full of long hair, hanging straight to the ground, long eyebrows and long beard, nose and mouth are covered. Although Ling Muyun couldn't see his appearance clearly, he could conclude from his appearance like a savage that this must be Zhou Botong, an old urchin who had been imprisoned by Huang Yaoshi for more than ten years.

I saw Zhou Botong stroking his chest with his left hand and putting his right hand behind his back, which was the posture of the Quanzhen Sect to practice internal strength, Ling Muyun had seen Guo Jing practice, and knew that this was the key to the internal strength of the Xuanmen to restrain the mind. However, the old urchin Zhou Botong obviously hasn't cultivated to that realm yet, otherwise he wouldn't have to work so hard to resist Huang Yaoshi's Xiao Yin.

At this time, the sound of the flute became more and more urgent, and Zhou Botong's body involuntarily moved with the sound of the flute, as if he wanted to get up and sit down again, sometimes his body had stretched out his feet, and finally sat down again with great concentration.

However, after sitting down, there is often only a moment of silence, and then under the stimulation of the sound of the flute, the interval between joy and sitting is getting shorter and shorter, and it is almost impossible to support it.

At this moment, only to hear the sound of the flute gently and delicately playing two flower cavities, gently touching people's heartstrings, Zhou Botong suddenly shouted: "Huang Laoxi, don't blow it, it's annoying to death!" As he spoke, he jumped up, as if he wanted to get up and fight with others.

Ling Muyun couldn't help but secretly scream when he saw this scene, he knew that as long as Zhou Botong came up, even if he fell for Huang Yaoshi's move, it would be extremely difficult to sit down again. At that time, Zhou Botong and Huang Yaoshi had been betting for more than ten years, and Zhou Botong lost completely.

If Ling Muyun came here just for the Nine Yin True Scripture, Zhou Botong would lose if he lost, he would also take the Nine Yin True Scripture, and Huang Yaoshi would also take the Nine Yin True Scripture, who would take the two of them?

The problem is that Ling Muyun is not just here for a Nine Yin True Scripture this time, the distraction technique created by the old naughty boy Zhou Botong to fight with both hands, the Kongming Fist, is Ling Muyun's goal. Especially Zhou Botong's distraction and two-handed fighting technique, which is a mysterious method that can multiply people's strength, how could he miss it?

So Ling Muyun made a move, the demon seed was beating in his mind, and the manipulation of this spiritual power also formed two filters around Zhou Botong, although it was not as dense as the one he arranged for himself, at least it also reduced the sound of Xiao by fifty percent.

Originally, the old naughty boy Zhou Botong's internal strength was only slightly worse than that of Huang Yaoshi, otherwise it would not have been possible to spend so many years with Huang Yaoshi. After Ling Muyun helped him reduce fifty percent of the flute sound, Zhou Botong's pressure suddenly decreased, and as soon as his heart was calm, he sat down again and closed his eyes and started to exercise. The original restless emotions were suddenly swept away, and he settled peacefully.

At this moment, a cold snort sounded not far away, and the sound was Huang Yaoshi, and then the sound of the flute suddenly stopped, Ling Muyun hurriedly looked back, and just saw a figure that was almost indistinguishable disappearing far away between the flowers and trees.

Ling Muyun breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Huang Yaoshi was seeing that it was useless, so he gave up and left. Looking back at the old naughty boy Zhou Botong, I saw that his breathing was gradually slowing down, and his breathing was gradually even, obviously he had completely gotten rid of the influence of Xiao Yin, and was recovering from his pranayama.

At that moment, Ling Muyun sat down cross-legged opposite him, closed his eyes and looked inward, and also used his strength, and soon he stopped thinking and entered the realm of forgetting things and me. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )