Although he had only known Huangfu Changjun for a day, the words he just said were not at all like the Huangfu Changjun in Feng Mu's impression. Huiyue has three divisions: one is responsible for King Qin, the second is responsible for maintaining law and order on the mainland, and the third is responsible for exploring the unknown world. With the bloodthirsty personality of Huangfu Changjun, he would actually take the second part as his goal?

Feng Mu asked suspiciously, "Don't you like to kill people?" The Second Branch of Huiyue is responsible for protecting the people of the Scorched Earth Continent. ”

The Emperor did not hesitate and said, "Yes, I like to kill, but only the wicked. As for those good people, I think they have the right to live, and I will use what I have learned all my life to defend their rights. ”

With a few words, he invisibly raised the short figure of Huangfu Changjun, and from this moment on, Feng Mu was impressed by him.

The night in the city is very different from that of Taiping Village, where the lights are brilliant and lively. After Feng Mu practiced in the room for a round, he came to the corridor of the inn for a walk. As I walked, I heard the melodious sound of the flute. Feng Mu followed the sound to look for it, but arrived at the end of the corridor.

When I listened closely, I realized that the sound of the flute was coming from the roof. Feng Mu stood on the railing of the corridor, with a little soles on his feet, and jumped three meters high. He stepped forward with his right hand, clinging to the tiles on the edge of the eaves, then swung inward, and slammed his right hand onto the roof like a gibbon.

The roof is a slope of about thirty degrees, covered with tiles. The flute player sat on the ridge of the roof, and the moonlight shone on his face, which was quite poetic.

Feng Mu strode towards the flute: "Emperor Fu Changjun, I guessed that it was you." ”

Huangfu Changjun raised his eyes and looked at Feng Mu, did not speak, but continued to blow the iron flute. The song he played Feng Mu had heard before, called "The River of Hometown". The theme of this piece is homesickness, the tune is tactful, and there is some sadness when you listen carefully.

Feng Mu sat down beside Huangfu Changjun. Looking up at the sky, the crescent moon resembles the weapon on the waist of the kamikaze, cold and ruthless; in the endless night, the stars are dotted, and the old man in Taiping Village said that the stars in the sky represent the people on the earth, but Feng Mu can never find the one that belongs to him.

This inn, where several people stayed, is located in the east of Lingchuan Mansion, and the terrain is relatively high. Coupled with the height of the inn itself, Feng Mu's current position has a very good view. Looking towards the center of Lingchuan Mansion, the lights are like several long dragons, winding and twisting. On the river that runs through the city, there are still boats busy, and the boats are also lit and move slowly on the water. From this angle, it looks like a firefly slowly wriggling.

After the emperor played this song, he hid the iron flute in his waist, he twisted his neck and asked Feng Mu: "The three of you have known each other for a long time?"

Feng Mu said: "Actually, I haven't known each other for a long time, two years." Jing Lang and Jing Xiangyao are brother and sister, I worship their father as my stepfather, and they have always been my best friends. ”

Huangfu Changjun sighed: "Actually, I envy you." ”

Feng Mu hugged Huangfu Changjun's shoulder: "Now, you are also our friend." ”

Huangfu Changjun was a little dumbfounded: "I'm glad you can say that." ”

Feng Mulang laughed loudly: "Don't see outside." ”

Huangfu Changjun also hugged Feng Mu's shoulder: "My friend, very few." ”

Feng Mu comforted him: "Don't say that, maybe when you get to Zhuo Zongyuan, you can make more good friends." ”

Huangfu Changjun chuckled, but did not answer, and his expression could not be seen clearly in the night. Feng Mu asked in a low voice, "Can you blow that song just now?"

"Absolutely. The Emperor took out the iron flute again.

The melodious tune sounded, and Feng Mu's thoughts drifted to Taiping Village. Although he moved to Taiping Village at the age of thirteen, his memories before that were completely blurred, Taiping Village was almost all he had.

When he first arrived in Taiping Village, everything was very fresh, he liked the mountains, the water, and the people. At that time, his father often took him to play on the Taiping Mountain, and his mother often changed tricks to make him delicious food......

Unfortunately, such days are too short-lived. It's about two months, and his parents told Feng Mu that there are important things that must be dealt with at home. They entrusted Feng Mu to Jing Li, and then never returned.

Since then, in the house at the foot of Taiping Mountain, there is only Feng Mu alone. If it weren't for the painting hanging on the wall, maybe Feng Mu would have gradually forgotten the appearance of his parents.

Jing Lang and Jing Xiangyao, sometimes you are afraid of your father, and sometimes you even hate him, but at least, you have a father who watches over the wind and rain. And what about me? Just as the emperor envied his friends, why didn't I envy your family affection? Father and mother, to me, they are just memories, just symbols.

They ran away from home regardless of it, and they never cared about me since. Regardless of whether I live or die, or whether this upcoming Zhuo Zongyuan exam, they may even have forgotten about me.

Oh, they thought of me, at least they gave me a pendant, and asked my friend Liu Peifeng to bring it.

Feng Mu lowered his head and stroked the pendant hanging on his chest. This pendant, warm and soft, hangs here without any sense of existence, speaking of which, it is just like my parents!

In the midst of melancholy, the sound of the flute suddenly disappeared.

Huangfu Changjun had some resentment: "This song is good, it's good, but it's too longing, so I won't blow it anymore today." ”

Feng Mu knew that this emperor also had something on his mind. Otherwise, I would not have climbed this high roof at night and played such a sentimental tune.

In the world, the happy people are almost the same, but the unfortunate people have their own misfortunes.

"Feng Mu, look there!" Huangfu Changjun pointed forward.

In the direction of his finger, a group of children crouched there, squatting in a circle, taking up half of the alley. Roughly counted, there were about a dozen children, led by the one who walked to the center of the circle, holding the incense commonly used in the temple in his hand, and his buttocks pouted. He was about to light fireworks, but he was a little scared, and he didn't light them twice.

Among the children crouching in a circle, it was as if someone was laughing at him. The leader of the child plucked up the courage, and finally lit the fireworks, and the leader of the child quickly turned around and got into the pile of children.

The cluster of fireworks was very ordinary, and the yellow fireworks flew up from the tube, about half a meter high. More than a dozen children danced and screamed around the fireworks, because they were not far away, Feng Mu even felt that he could hear their laughter.

The fireworks lasted for a short time and were extinguished after a while. But the children were still immersed in the joy, as if they were not excited about the fireworks, but for the fight between their playmates.