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The sound of the flute is ethereal, reverberating faintly in the moonlit night.

On the first floor, Qian Junzi, Zong Zhilian and other profound people were alert at first, but after a careful pause, they felt that the sound of the flute was not aggressive, so they didn't take it to heart.

This place is close to Qi Du, and the King of Qi likes music, and there may be musicians who can't sleep late at night and play in a low voice.

The flute sound is indeed not aggressive, because Otoko, who is a puffer, does not use the sonic ability of the Demon Sound Valley at all.

Naturally, the rest of the people in the company still slept soundly.

Most people stayed up all night last night, snoring after a full meal.

Only the old man of the sect master understood in his heart, but he also let out a slight sound of sleeping snoring.

With his Xuan Qi cultivation, as soon as this Yin Gongzi came out of the upper room, he already knew.

Even Yin Gongzi quietly walked to the corner railing of the corridor on the second floor and jumped to the top of the attic opposite, and felt it clearly.

He didn't think this kid could do anything good, so he stared at his breath.

The sect master doesn't mind that Yin Gongzi will cause chaos for Wu Zhe and the others, or even if the two sides fight, he won't care.

As long as these disciples of the Sword Fighting Sect are not crippled or killed by Yan Zhan, they are not worthy of him as the sect master.

The rivers and lakes are much more sinister, how can you always protect them?

It's just that if this guy wants to take advantage of the female disciple at night, the sect master will not agree.

It's a pity that after staring at it for a while, the sound of the flute was never the slightest bit aggressive, and the sect master couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart.

Why don't you provoke him? The old man secretly scolded him in his heart for not causing trouble enough. I also want to see how Xiao Ruoyao and the others deal with you, a master of Xuanqi.

In front of the sect master, the rank announced by Yin Gongzi to the outside world could not be concealed at all.

He could clearly feel that Yin Gongzi's cultivation did not match Cheng Dù, which was made public to the outside world.

In his twenties, he had already reached the seven-star level, and he could barely reach the eight-star realm after the outbreak.

This level can be regarded as a strong enemy for Zong Zhilian and the others, even if a large group of people in the same group join forces, they will definitely not be able to please anything.

Don't mention the sect master's side who can't wait to have something to do. Wu Zhe, who was on the second floor, heard the flute clearly and was surprised.

How can there be flutes playing in the middle of the night?

Wu Zhe sat up quietly and glanced at Mu Qingya's side.

The evolutionary organism's vision automatically strengthened in the darkness of the night, and in the faint moonlight through the papier-mâché window, it could be vaguely seen that Mu Qingya in the opposite bed curtain was still asleep, and there was no indication.

Wu Zhe casually checked his physical fitness. Since I spend a lot of time sleeping on the horse during the day, my physical reserves are quite abundant.

But Mu Qingya has never rested, and she can't express her meaning in her mouth, but her hearing is not impaired. What if the sound of the flute delayed her rest?

If Mu Qingya thinks that this flute is noisy, it is not easy to make a sound, right? Then I will help her stop it. Wu Zhe thought, quietly got up, grabbed his coat and put it on, and tiptoed to the window.

In fact, she herself is too sensitive, and the sound of this flute is faint and ethereal, which is not enough to disturb people's sleep.

It's just that the evolutionary body is still more sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment. And she was lying on the bed thinking wildly, but she was more concerned about whether the sound of the flute affected Mu Qingya's sleep.

Gently pushing open the window, Wu Zhe saw a son standing in the attic opposite.

The young man, dressed in white, with a soap towel and brocade boots, stood proudly on a spire raised in the attic. Holding a turquoise flute in both hands, he plays leisurely in his mouth.

He is none other than the young master of the Demon Sound Valley.

Yin Gongzi plays the flute here, not just for Wu Zhe. What's more important is that it is necessary to use the moon to assist the Xuan Qi to be corrected.

The cultivation of Xuan Qi in the Demon Sound Valley, although it can also be improved through the guò meditation cultivation vein. But the art of sound control requires a state of mind the most.

Playing on a moonlit night is a daily necessity. And this young master cultivates Tongzi Gong. Although Tong Zigong made him improve his Xuan Qi faster than his peers, some of the effects were not good.

The sequelae is that a breath of pure yang true qi is condensed in the heart, and the flame is not low for women, but it is not enough to kill the fire by usually ravaging and playing with many women.

Moreover, Yuan Yang must not be vented, and he often leads him to be impetuous, which is also a shackle to cultivation.

The so-called harmony of yin and yang, the return of the sun and the moon. He needed the help of femininity to help him restrain the burning pain of excess yang energy in his body.

The moonlight of pure yin every night is a good auxiliary environment for him to meditate and clean the flute sound. Basically, every night he had to pick some time to play a song under the moonlight.

The Xuan Qi of the Demon Sound Valley runs in the body and contains yang energy, and it has a good coolant-like effect under the moonlight.

Since the Xuan Qi is not released, there is no aggression in the flute.

Of course, tonight was playing a little longer than usual. He actually had the idea of seducing the fair-skinned storyteller out of his mind.

He didn't intend to lure her out directly with the Magic Sound Valley's sonic attacks.

It's just a matter of talking. It's good that you can push open the window. If you don't pay attention, forget it, and find a gap tomorrow.

But it was surprisingly easy for him, and many residents near the inn were the first to push open the window.

It's a good sense of hearing, and it's the first to find out. Yin Gongzi noticed that she quietly pushed open the window, and couldn't help but praise it in his heart. The sound of the flute tonight is gloomy, and if you don't have a certain sense of hearing or Xuanqi cultivation, you won't notice it.

Yin Gongzi deliberately straightened his figure even more, and looked like a jade tree facing the wind and handsome under the moonlight.

He has used this trick more than a dozen times, and each time he has been a great success.

Many daughters are beautiful, and when they saw such a handsome young man in the night, they fell in love at first sight and were voluntarily abducted by this son.

Of course, these girls don't end well in his hands.

Otoko posed here, and soon a window was pushed open.

It's a cloud injury resting on the first floor.

This idiot also heard the sound of the flute, and he also didn't notice that although Xuan Qi was not alert in his heart, what lingered in his heart was Xiao Ruoyao sleeping soundly on the horse during the day, and he couldn't calm down and fall asleep after tossing and turning.

So he pushed open the window boredly, just in time to see a handsome boy standing on the opposite floor selling handsome ......

Hu Yun pursed his lips and was about to close the window indifferently, but suddenly saw this son suddenly turn his head and look upstairs at him.

Hmm, isn't the second floor Xiao Ruoyao and Mu Qingya's room?

Hu Yun moved sadly, and looked upwards slightly.

Sure enough, I saw that the window above the middle was open, and an arm was waving out.

Look at the blue dress on his arm, is Ruoyao waving at him?

Hu Yun slammed in his heart, as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer.

Wu Zhe is indeed beckoning to the sound of the child.

In the attic opposite, when Yin Gongzi was fascinated by the girl nine times out of ten, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the girl waving to him at the window.

Huh?

This girl is really bold and proactive, and she is worthy of being a woman who dares to tell stories in front of many martial artists.

Yin Gongzi deliberately kept the flute, still maintaining the posture of playing, only turning his body, and floating to Wu Zhe's side with his feet lightly.

This image can be described as very successful, if an ordinary woman sees it, she will be shocked by the immortal, and feel that her favorite person has fallen from the sky and falls in front of her.

Many women just looked at Yin Gongzi and expressed their hearts for him.

But when Yin Gongzi was only in mid-air, Wu Zhe made a move, and it was like a volley to knock Yin Gongzi on the bat.

She put her hands to her ears and shook her head with a frown.

This is a very contemptible posture: your voice is very annoying, it has already disturbed me, and I have to plug my ears to clear it!

What? This girl annoys me?

Without mentioning a breath of Xuanqi, Yin Gongzi's eyes widened in disbelief, and his figure floating in the air fell, and he fell to the street with a thud.

Fortunately, although his mind was stimulated by being despised, the demeanor he had cultivated over the years made him not fall to the ground in a wolf manner, but tiptoe a little at the last moment and quietly landed.

With my dashing demeanor, I didn't charm her? Yin Gongzi shouted in his heart: This is impossible!

But the girl upstairs was full of contempt and charm, but she showed her attitude.

Who are you? Playing the flute in the middle of the night, isn't it annoying?!