When the old Taoist priest heard Ye Feng's rebuttal, his eyes immediately narrowed, and he said in a deep voice: "Little friend, you must know that the way of martial arts is just a technique, not a great way, and as far as the old Taoist knows, no one has ever heard of someone who can prove the Tao with martial arts. ”

Ye Feng said unconvinced: "Then Zhang Daochang, the founder of Wudang, didn't he prove the Tao with martial arts?"

The old Taoist priest's face changed when he heard this, and he seemed to be a little impatient and waved his hand: "Forget it, the old Taoist and the little friend can't say clearly, but now it's getting late, the little friend should rest early, and the old Taoist will leave first, as for the bedding, they are all ready-made, and the old Taoist apprentices in the room are often cleaned." After speaking, he stood up, pushed open the door and walked out, taking one step at a time, and disappeared in front of the night breeze in a blink of an eye.

Ye Feng's face changed slightly, he didn't even see how the old Taoist priest disappeared, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye, if it weren't for Ye Feng knowing that this was the world of laughter, he would still think that he had encountered a mandrill ghost?

Although there are still many things to ask in his heart, looking at the old Taoist's expression, he knows that he has been a little disappointed in the choice of Night Wind, and at the same time he also understands that even if he asks again, it is estimated that the old Taoist priest will not talk to him, so he can only turn around and walk towards the other stone house, and he has some doubts about the identity of the old Taoist priest as he walks.

A person living in seclusion in the depths of the mountains and forests, there is an unknown disciple, no matter how you look at it, there is a feeling of martial arts routines in the previous life, looking up at the mountain peaks that have been slightly dark in the distance, there is always an inexplicable emotion in his heart, it seems that he feels that he and the old Taoist priest still have a chance to meet.

Shaking his head and not thinking about it anymore, he pushed open the wooden door and walked in, the layout of the stone house just now is the same, the same two entrances, if he wasn't sure that this is not the stone house where he drank tea just now, he would still think that he was back again? Lying on the bed, the night breeze did not have a trace of sleep, and today's bizarre encounter made him always have a dreamy feeling.

The unfathomable old Taoist priest, the bizarre and mysterious apprentice, the cave in the dream, the fairyland-like valley, all of this seems to be a kind of adventure in a previous life.

Sitting up, suddenly saw on the side of the coffee table, there was a zither in the side, the night wind couldn't help but see the hunting heart, to be honest, since he came to the world of laughter, he not only learned a lot of martial arts, but also has a great interest in some miscellaneous studies, but unfortunately he has never had the opportunity to show, and I don't know what his level is, now seeing the zither, he actually has the urge to play a song.

The sound of the tired bird Guilin came faintly, the stone house was silent, a trace of silver moonlight shone on the window, reflected in the house, soft and indifferent, a trace of bamboo fragrance wafting in the house.

Get out of bed, pick up the guzheng, put it on the coffee table, sit cross-legged, look solemn, look at the moonlight, watch the tranquility of the forest, can make people feel peaceful, look at the moonlight sultry, but can arouse a faint melancholy.

A piece of moonlight shone on his face, a trace of homesickness spontaneously appeared, and on the handsome and flawless face of the night breeze, a strand of long black hair hung down, making people look at it, but it looked even more like the person in the painting.

Calm down and caress with both hands.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano sounded, the sound of the piano was very beautiful, like the spring water of the creek, and there was sadness, just like the valley of the orchid, more tenderness, less high, gradually, the sound of the piano tactful, like a crane in the sky, agitated and clear.

The sound of the piano echoed in the quiet valley with the breeze.

In another stone house in the valley, the old Taoist priest who had disappeared was lying on the chair and swaying in a daze, and a woman beside him was wearing a lake green skirt, a moon-white jacket, the evening breeze came slowly, the skirt was rippling like a lake, and the posture was excellent, and it was even more moving, like a fairy in the moon.

"Qing'er, are you really not going to meet that little friend? You know, this is the old way, I finally abducted him. The old Taoist priest asked softly with his eyes squinted.

"Master, you don't have to worry about Qing'er when you're old, Qing'er really wants to be with you for a lifetime. Qing'er smiled lightly, a lock of beautiful hair fluttered slightly, slender willow eyebrows, a pair of eyes looking forward to charming, a straight nose, jade cheeks slightly red, delicate lips, white as snow and crystal like jade, like jade fat snow skin is beautiful, petite figure, looks gentle and graceful.

A pair of crystal clear hands, gently pressed on the shoulders of the old Taoist, and the comfortable old Taoist priest couldn't help but let out a moan.

"Alas, it's really pitiful that my old Taoist has worked hard all my life, and I don't want to grow old, but only Qing'er is by my side, it's really unthinkable?" The old Taoist priest closed his eyes and said with a comfortable expression: "But Qing'er, the old Taoist is still optimistic about that little friend, not only is his martial arts cultivation extremely high, but he also cultivated the Yin God with a grade of less than twenty, you know, in the whole world, there are not many people who have cultivated the Yin God, and judging from that kid's qualifications, even if he cultivates the Yang God, it is just around the corner." ”

"Master, you should always understand that it is impossible to marry someone in the rivers and lakes as a Qing'er, so you don't have to bother when you are old. Qing'er's slender phoenix eyebrows raised slightly, and a pair of eyes were like stars and bright moons, flashing a trace of gloomy words.

"You mean that old stubborn, Qing'er don't be afraid, there is an old way, the old way will see if he can bear you?"

Just when Qing'er was about to answer, a burst of piano sound came with the breeze, Qing'er's heart was shocked, the jade ear was slightly erected, listening to the sound of the piano like crying, and a beautiful picture couldn't help flashing in her mind, the slow-flowing stream, clear and quiet, the stream murmuring, the birds singing and the fragrance of flowers, the green grass and wild flowers are blooming, like the wind and clouds, and the waves are crashing on the shore.

Then the sound turned to Congcong, like the breeze blowing willows, and like a clear spring splashing stones, a secluded valley, thousands of flowing waters, a orchid stands proudly beside the water, reflected in the lake, but no one appreciates, only lonely flowers bloom and fall.

The sound of the piano is ethereal, Qing'er follows the sound of the piano as if to see the hollow valley orchid, proudly independent in the wind, lonely and self-appreciative, as if she sees herself, unconsciously, she stands in a daze, her eyes are hazy, contemplation in the sound of the piano, with the change of the sound of the piano and her mood is constantly fluctuating.

The beautiful face, I don't know when it has already been tears rippling, the charming face is constantly changing, sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad, beautiful eyes moist, like a lotus flower after the rain, which makes people love and pity.

Gradually, the sound of the piano became weaker and weaker, and the sound was low, as if it slowly disappeared into the distant sky with the sound of water, and finally dissolved into nothingness.

The old Taoist clapped his hands lightly, and only came back to his senses as the sound of the piano disappeared, and couldn't help sighing: "What a natural sound, I don't want this little friend to not only be extremely good at martial arts, but also proficient in music, but he is a rare talent, Qing'er, don't you really think about it?"

At this time, Qing'er had already come back to her senses, her jade hand wiped her tears, and sighed: "Master, Qing'er still hopes to accompany you to live in seclusion here, as for the rest, Qing'er doesn't want to think about it for the time being!"

"Alas, since that's the case, then tomorrow Lao Dao will let Xiaoyou leave by himself!" the old Taoist priest sighed slightly, knowing in his heart that if there was no old stubborn nod, with Qing'er's temperament, he would not have fought for it himself.

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