"I don't want to, let me stay in that space all day, how boring!" Jin Tong suddenly protested with a bitter face.

"That's it, we don't want it. Why don't you stay there every day?" Xiao Tian also said a little aggrieved.

"Isn't it impossible to do it, it's strange to take you two lads in this dangerous mountain range without suspicion. Ling Yunfeng said helplessly.

"What's the matter with doubts? Who dares to doubt that Lao Tzu tortured him to death!" Look at ......" Xiao Tian's eyes slanted, and the corners of his mouth skimmed out an evil arc.

It's just that before his words fell, there was a crisp sound, and a big palm slapped the back of his head fiercely.

"Smack!"

"Dad, what are you doing?" Xiao Tian suddenly covered the back of his head, pouted, and looked at Ling Yunfeng with an aggrieved expression.

"You're very powerful, aren't you? Even with your little strength, you dare to say that you torture people, if you are powerful, you should not run away when you encounter that fourth-order spotted water demon python and fifth-order one-horned demon wolf." Ling Yunfeng glared at Xiao Tian and said.

Hearing this, Xiao Tian suddenly became a little embarrassed, but he was still a little unconvinced: "Now that I encounter that big bug, I will definitely be able to torture it to death, and that puppy, I will soon be able to torture it to death." ”

"You also know that you couldn't do it at that time!" Ling Yunfeng said with a deliberately calm face, and then looked at the aggrieved appearance of the two little guys, and then his face softened a little, and said, "That's it, I'll let you come out as soon as you enter the town in the future." As long as you reach the strength of the Martial King, you can do whatever you like, I don't care, is this okay?"

When the two little guys heard this, they pondered for a while before they showed a hint of joy on their faces and said, "It's pretty much the same!"

"Alright, Lion, stop at the hill ahead. Only then did Ling Yunfeng command the Heavenly Wing Flame Lion.

"Roar!" the Celestial Wing Flame Lion suddenly let out a loud roar, and its wings shook heavily on its back, and it galloped forward......

In a forest, Ling Yunfeng walked slowly in the forest, the soles of his feet stepping on the ground crowded with fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

At a certain moment, Ling Yunfeng suddenly paused, raised his head and looked ahead, raised his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on his face.

I saw a twisted vine wrapped around the trunk of a towering tree in front of me, the vine was as thick as an arm, and the leaves on it were very sparse, and the leaves were small, about the size of a thumb.

Of course, what attracted Ling Yunfeng's attention was that there were two lantern-shaped yellow fruits growing on the vines five or six meters high.

It was an elixir called the Hanging Lantern Fruit, which was also worth a lot of money, not to mention that one was worth thousands of gold coins.

"It seems that today's harvest is not small. Ling Yunfeng smiled slightly, and immediately the martial qi in his body gushed out, filling the veins all over his body.

"Bang!"

The next moment, with a banging sound under his feet, Ling Yunfeng's body suddenly soared into the sky and swept towards the two Hanging Lantern Fruits.

"Whoosh!"

However, just when Ling Yunfeng's body was still a few meters away from the Hanging Lamp Fruit, a sharp hissing sound suddenly sounded, and he saw a huge green shadow suddenly burst out from among the dense leaves and swooped towards him.

"Hiss!"

Seeing this, Ling Yunfeng's face changed, his right palm quickly turned, and with a flash of silver light, a silver long sword appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Immediately after, Ling Yunfeng held the long sword and slashed out at the front air, and suddenly a burst of green light flashed on the long sword and fell directly on the green shadow, and a muffled sound sounded, accompanied by a burst of blood light.

At the same time, Ling Yunfeng also took advantage of the force of the shock, his body retreated backwards and fell to the ground, the silver sword in his hand was stained with a touch of red blood, and a few drops of blood dripped down the tip of the sword.

At the same moment, the huge green shadow in the sky also slammed down on the ground, smashing the ground trembling slightly, and then I saw the huge green shadow writhing violently on the ground in pain.

At this time, Ling Yunfeng also saw its true face, only to see that it was a huge python, but its flat head was unusually large, several times larger than its body, and there were a few long green whiskers at the corners of its mouth.

It's just that at this time, its head has been split in half by Ling Yunfeng's previous sword, and blood and brain pulp are flowing out, presumably it can't survive anymore.

"It turned out to be just a first-order green bearded python!" Ling Yunfeng said lightly, and immediately ignored the green python that was dying on the ground, bent his legs, jumped up again, swept to the five or six meters high tree trunk, and collected the two hanging lantern fruits.

Immediately, Ling Yunfeng returned to the ground, walked to the green bearded python that was still dying and writhing, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, he put it into the refining space, and then continued to walk.

"Wow!" At this moment, a quiet sound of the piano slowly came, echoing in the surrounding air. The sound of the piano is euphemistic and continuous, high and undulating, and the clouds are flying and the snow is flying.

The rhythm of the piano is extremely slow and elegant, but with a touch of desolation, which hits the hearts of people, and makes the whole empty forest linger in a sad and dreary atmosphere.

Listening to the sound of the piano, Ling Yunfeng felt that a sense of desolation suddenly rose in his heart, and a sour pinch gushed out from the tip of his nose.

From the sound of the piano, he knew the loneliness and grief in the heart of the person who played the piano, and he was full of despair for this world and wanted to leave, but in his heart it was as if he had some concern and obsession, and he could not continue to stay in this world.

Under this sad and sorrowful piano sound, Ling Yunfeng seemed to be infected, a sad look appeared on his face, and his footsteps unconsciously walked in the direction from which the piano sound came.

On a huge rock, an old figure sat cross-legged, with a guqin flat on his knees.

This old figure was an old woman who seemed to be sixty or seventy years old, dressed in an off-white linen robe, and her wrinkled face was full of sadness, but strangely this old woman's gaze was extremely deep and clear. But there is no brilliance, no god of loss.

"Alas!" At this time, the old figure looked at the continuous scenery in the distance, sighed softly, and his dry hands seemed to be unconsciously plucking the strings, but they played a burst of ups and downs.

After the song was played, the gray-robed old woman gently put her hands on the strings, raised her head slightly, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, her throat rolled slightly, and she was a little choked.

At this time, Ling Yunfeng had unknowingly come to the bottom of the mountain rock where the old woman was.

As the song ended, Ling Yunfeng sighed softly as if he was thoughtful, and whispered: "Thousands of miles of lonely graves, there is nowhere to talk about desolation." Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. He was born with no infatuation, and there is no place in the world for lovesickness. The sky is not old, and the love is indescribable. ”

"Brush!" Hearing this suddenly remembered voice, the old woman on the mountain stone suddenly opened her eyes, a few wisps of essence flashed in her deep eyes, and turned her head to look down, when she saw Ling Yunfeng's young appearance, her wrinkled face couldn't help but show a little surprise.

"Young man, do you also understand the rhythm of music?" the gray-robed old woman asked as she looked at Ling Yunfeng.

"Uh!" Hearing the old woman's voice, Ling Yunfeng came back to his senses, looked at the old woman on the mountain stone and was stunned for a moment, and then said with a hint of apology: "Old woman, please forgive me, I walked in involuntarily when I heard the sound of the piano, and I disturbed you." As for the rhythm, I only know a little bit about it. ”

"Don't get in the way, then tell me what you heard?" the old woman's clear eyes flashed, and she nodded.

"It's not easy to say, kid doesn't dare to talk nonsense!" Ling Yunfeng hesitated for a moment and said, it was really not easy to speak after hearing those things just now.

"It's okay, just say it, I won't care. The old woman seemed to see the former's thoughts, and said softly.

"This ...... Well, since the old woman asked, I was blunt. Seeing this, Ling Yunfeng hesitated again, then straightened out his thoughts, looked at the former and said, "I heard a kind of mourning for life and death. ”

Hearing this, the body of the old woman on the mountain stone couldn't help but tremble slightly, and her eyes, which were originally extremely calm and indifferent, flashed slightly, and her pupils couldn't help but widen a little.

Seeing the former's reaction, knowing that he was right, Ling Yunfeng smiled slightly and continued: "I think that this composer should be missing one of his old friends, and the relationship between this person and the composer is not simple, it should be a lover.

It's just that, if my guess is right, the composer's deceased is afraid that something has happened to him, and the composer is also desperate and intent on seeking death, but there seems to be something he cares about in this world, so he didn't follow the deceased. ”

After listening to Ling Yunfeng's words, the old woman suddenly fell into deep thought, and only after half a sound did she sigh slightly: "You are right. The soul is broken, the love dream is lingering, the boundless waning moon, who knows if you hate it?"

"Old woman, I don't know who made this lyrics and songs? This person shouldn't be very old, right?" Ling Yunfeng hesitated and asked, thinking that this old woman would not make such lingering and mournful lyrics and songs in her twilight years.

"Is this a song? It was made by the old woman's little daughter, but she had already gone with the others. The old woman's face changed without a trace, and then she said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, old woman, for bringing up your sadness. Ling Yunfeng hurriedly apologized.

"It's all right, I've almost forgotten about it. The old woman smiled heartily, then looked at Ling Yunfeng and asked, "Young man, you made that poem just now, right? ”

The old woman laughed. It's just a casual dance, and it can't be on the stage. Ling Yunfeng smiled a little embarrassedly, but he was embarrassed in his heart, which poems were made by him, they were obviously plagiarized from the works of those ancient masters in his previous life.

"Hehe, you don't have to be too modest, although the old woman is too old, but she still has a vision, your few lines of poetry can be called a swan song, if such poems can't be on the stage, I'm afraid there are not many poems in this world that can be on the stage. The old woman smiled, her clear eyes looked at Ling Yunfeng with a hint of appreciation, she could see that the latter said that it was completely fair, without the slightest pretentiousness.