This god was awakened by the movement that couldn't tell whether it was a flute or a voice. Squint your eyes and look out, the summer morning scene, the daylight is warm, and Yining is comfortable.

The sound of the flute came again, and the slightest wisps of consciousness implicated my senses, making me want to get dressed and get up, and run out along the sentence "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, come out quickly". But after all, this Shenjun has lived for 120,000 years, and he has also practiced with his master for tens of thousands of years, and after forcing himself to wake up for half a minute, he suddenly realized that this flute sound can actually control his mind. For a moment, he remembered that the little phoenix wood was still next door, and it was a two-hundred-year-old sapling, although it was quite spiritual, but its soul was extremely unstable, so he hurriedly put on his clothes and ran towards the door, for fear that his little sapling, which was more than two hundred years old, would be hurt by the sound of the flute.

When I rushed out of the wing, I saw a man in frost clothes and black hair playing the flute in the distance, and the figure looked very familiar, like a man in a dream. The little phoenix wood jumped happily beside him. I was stunned for a long time, and was about to ask who he was, when I suddenly remembered that this person in front of me was the Changjue Tianzun who had not left Danxue Mountain yesterday. The little phoenix saw me, and jumped towards me with the fir and green leaves, looking very energetic.

Finally relieved, I looked at Changjue Tianzun and rubbed my hair indiscriminately, but my heart gradually became a little irritable: What does he mean by not leaving this time?

As if this thought had been caught, and then a leisurely sound of feathers pressed my thoughts, like a pinch of spring water rushing straight to my cheeks, I actually felt the cool touch, I couldn't help but be silent, and then my whole body was clear.

He glanced at me from afar, and from a distance of seven feet, I could see his briskly smile with his eyebrows raised. He raised the purple flute, and the flute turned half a circle above his head, lingering through a flowing purple light, and then landed firmly in his hand, and he smiled at me gently and began to play another tune. The song begins with a long note like a rainbow, and then the music begins to jump and jump, and the aroma of tranquility gradually rises.

The little phoenix suddenly pulled my skirt excitedly, the leaves were swaggering, with a rustling sound, I looked at the feet along its branches, but saw the big aster flowers born from the feet, circle by circle, and the music was overwhelming, wanton and enchanting to grow outward, and I was stunned for a moment, a radius of a few zhang, dozens of zhang, hundreds of zhang actually gave birth to lush aster flowers!

The long morning light sprinkled down, until the bright and vivid purple mixed with blue and blue leaves under the control of the flute, all the way to the entire Danxue Mountain, until the flute ended, until the sky of aster petals with crystal light flew in the mountains, until he stepped over the flowers and walked towards me, the little phoenix wood happily rolled on the boundless aster field, I was still so shocked that I did not move half an inch.

Through the aster flowers all over the sky, a sweet sentence jumped out of his mind: "Wen Man sounds like a girl's name." The fan is painted, and I'll give it to you. ”

I looked at the Changjue Tianzun in front of me in a daze, and I was moved for a moment in my heart, I am not afraid of your jokes, this Shenjun has lived for so many years, and no one has ever sent me flowers. I thought that I must ask him how to learn this technique, but when I saw his familiar smile that wanted to make a fuss, I said excitedly: "Why haven't you left yet!" ”

The smile on his face choked on my words, and he choked it back, then lowered his eyes and raised his hand to my front. I was shocked, hurriedly jumped three steps away, covered my front placket and trembled: "You, you, what are you doing!" ”