Hearing that Ning Jingchen mentioned the word "soul flute", Ye Bacheng's face couldn't help but change slightly, and his smile gradually froze.

The orange peel wrinkled above his old countenance, and the lines filled his forehead in all directions, and a trace of displeasure and wariness was evident in his shrewd but cloudy eyes.

In the end, Ye Bacheng was still concerned about Ning Jingchen's identity and the prestige of Wugui Pavilion, and quickly covered up this displeasure, and asked slowly with a smile: "I don't know what Pavilion Master Ning meant by mentioning this matter?" ”

Ning Jingchen also took all these changes in him, and he had a little more doubts in his heart.

But he also quickly smiled slightly, and said slowly with one hand behind him: "Lord Ye Guan should not be surprised. Ning knew that this soul-boosting flute was a treasure of worry-free view, which could urge divine beasts to control people's minds, and he didn't know how many people in the world were worried about it. ”

"However, Ning did not come to ask for a soul flute. But there has been a strange thing in Wugui Pavilion recently. ”

Ning Jingchen paused slightly, glanced at Ye Bacheng deeply with his scrutinizing gaze, took a step closer to him, and said in a low voice: "Recently, I don't know why the Nine Infants of the Ancient Divine Beast reappeared in the Wugui Pavilion from the secluded forest, and under the effect of the soul flute, they destroyed the back mountain and killed the innocent people in the Pavilion, I don't know if Lord Ye Guan knows about this?" ”

Ye Bacheng's face immediately showed an incredible look of horror on his face when he heard this!

Even his folded orange peel deepened and sunken deeply, making his face look even older.

Ye Bacheng was subconsciously stunned for a moment, and then paused for a few seconds before he came to his senses and said, "Pavilion Lord Ning saw this with his own eyes? ”

"If I didn't see it with my own eyes, why would I have to feast? Lord Ye Guan has always known that Ning is not a person who likes to be lively. ”

Ning Jingchen smiled faintly, but between his eyebrows, there was a sharp eyebrow!

- According to Ye Bacheng's reaction, it should have nothing to do with this soul-hypnotic flute, presumably no matter how high the acting skills are, they may not be able to pretend to be so similar. It seems that the holder of this soul-booster flute is someone else.

Ye Bacheng saw Ning Jingchen ask like this, an embarrassed wry smile appeared on his cheeks, and he bowed slightly and said apologetically: "Lord Ning Pavilion has probably heard that since the Lord of the Worry-Free View disappeared and the Poor Dao succeeded him, no one in the Soul Flute has seen this soul flute again. Don't talk about the people in the view, even the poor road has never been fortunate enough to witness it...... Also look at the Lord of Ning Pavilion, Mingjian. ”

"Oh? That's weird. Ning heard that the nine babies were indeed urged by the soul-booster flute, and this soul-booster flute has always only been passed on to people who have no worries, which really makes Ning incomprehensible......"

Ning Jingchen also frowned, and said slowly: "Since this matter has nothing to do with Lord Ye Guan, Ning is a little relieved in his heart. Since you have come to Wugui Pavilion today, you might as well try the peach blossom brew in my pavilion. Naturally, of course, it is not as mellow as the osmanthus brewed in your view. ”

"Lord Ning Pavilion is polite. This Wugui Pavilion osmanthus brew has always been only for the people in the pavilion to taste, and outsiders can taste it is a blessing for three lives. Since the Ning Pavilion Lord is so gracious, then the old decay is better than obeying his fate. ”

Ye Bacheng smiled in his eyes, bowed down with a deep bow, and then made an inviting gesture and said, "Please also invite Pavilion Master Ning, take a seat." ”

"Lord Ye Guan, please."

Ning Jingchen smiled politely and walked in front, but he didn't see Ye Bacheng bow his head, and a trace of doubt and fear flashed in his eyes.

On his forehead, a thin cold sweat continued to seep out, and he quickly wiped it clean with his sleeves while people were not paying attention.

The feast flute played slowly.