After a few glances at Xiao Tian, Ling Yunfeng also directly sat cross-legged on the spot and cultivated, it was better not to think about so many things now, it was the right way to recover his strength quickly.

Sitting on the ground, Ling Yunfeng took a light breath, slowly closed his eyes, his hands drew a few strange arcs in front of him, forming a cultivation seal, his breathing gradually became smoother, and the aura in the surrounding sky was affected by one breath and one breath......

Cultivation is day and night, time passes slowly and inadvertently, when Ling Yunfeng withdrew from the cultivation state, it was already five or six hours passed, and it should be evening in the outside world.

"Let's go out for a walk! It's not good to practice all the time, and only by combining work and rest can we get the greatest benefits." Ling Yunfeng's eyes flashed, he said slightly, and then his body flashed, and the next moment he appeared in a small forest.

When he just flashed out of the refining space, a burst of strong light suddenly shone on, and the dazzling light made Ling Yunfeng dazzle, and he quickly closed his eyes, and after a while, he slowly opened his eyes again.

At this time, it was already the middle of the night, and the sunlight outside had become very soft, but it was only because Ling Yunfeng had been staying in the dark refining space that he had just come out and was a little unable to get used to it.

At this time, the sun in the sky has moved to the west, half of the face has already sunk under the distant peaks, the sun has become unusually bright red and soft, under the soft red light of the setting sun, the continuous mountain peaks seem to be covered with a light veil, which looks quite pleasant.

Immediately, Ling Yunfeng slowly walked to the stone wall that the owner of the previous body liked to go to the most.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ling Yun Fengfeng couldn't help but sigh secretly that the previous owner of this body was quite good at choosing a place, this stone wall was located on the top of the mountain, and it was dozens of meters above the top of the mountain.

"What a familiar feeling!" Looking at the stone wall, Ling Yunfeng sighed slightly, took a deep breath, and felt that his whole body was comfortable.

Under the stone wall, the dense smoke was thick and rolling, and the soft red rays of the setting sun poured on the dense fog, which suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of red gauze and flashed a colorful halo.

Immediately, Ling Yunfeng lay directly on the stone wall, put his hands on the back of his head, slowly closed his eyes, and enjoyed the soft light of the evening sunset.

In his previous life, Ling Yunfeng also liked to lie flat on the edge of the cliff, on the mountain peak or on the roof in the evening when the sun was about to set, just lying quietly and doing nothing, he felt that whenever the sun was about to set, his heart would become extremely calm.

After lying down for a while, Ling Yunfeng suddenly sat up, his eyes falling on the thick fog rolling down the mountain, as if he was thinking in his heart.

Immediately, Ling Yunfeng slowly took out a purple bamboo pole from his arms, this bamboo pole was two fingers thick, his arm was long, and there were eight small holes on it, which was obviously a flute.

This flute is Ling Yunfeng accidentally saw a cluster of purple bamboo bushes in Ling's house during this time, and saw that this purple bamboo is a good material for making flute, so he raised up and cut a purple bamboo at will.

In his previous life, Ling Yunfeng liked music very much, and his attainments in music were also quite high, especially the qin flute.

At this time, Ling Yunfeng stared at the smoke rolling in the distance, and couldn't help but lose his mind a little, as if he had entered an ethereal state, and an inexplicable melancholy slowly rose in his heart.

Unconsciously, Ling Yunfeng brought the flute to his lips, and slowly blew out in one breath, and suddenly a leisurely flute sound slowly came out, echoing in the mountains.

This voice is ethereal and clear, like a deep mountain spring, sweeping the heart, but there is a trace of melancholy and confusion in it.

This sound is a portrayal of Ling Yunfeng's mood at this time, he came to this different world for no reason, was named a waste, and suffered all kinds of bullying, which was indeed very melancholy for the rebellious Ling Yunfeng.

At the same time, when he came to this other world, he also felt confused about his future, in this world, he couldn't find where he belonged in his heart, he didn't know where to go, and his heart was like falling into the thick fog in front of him, losing his direction.

"Woo woo ......" The melodious sound of the flute continues to echo in the mountains, and this flute sound carries the emotions in the hearts of the blow pipes, as if to vent everything that is suppressed in the heart.

Moreover, the sound of this flute seems to have a magical power, so that the people who hear this flute sound are infected by the emotions mixed in this flute sound for no reason, as if they are in the scene, and fall into contemplation.

At this time, more than 100 meters away from the stone wall where Ling Yunfeng was, a group of young boys and girls quietly stopped to listen to the sound of the flute, the expression on their faces was pious and satisfied, and at the same time, there was a melancholy and confused look on their faces along with the emotions in the sound of the flute.

At this time, although everyone was very curious about who the person who played the piano was, but no one made a single move, they were afraid that even the slightest action at this time would destroy the artistic conception, so they just stood quietly, indulging in this beautiful rhythm.

The low sound of ......the flute echoed in the mountains and forests, as if it was wrapped around every living creature in the mountains and forests, and infiltrated into the soul of every living being.

At this time, on the stone wall, Ling Yunfeng knew nothing about everything in the outside world, and he was completely immersed in this artistic conception at the moment.

Ling Yunfeng's fingers skillfully pressed back and forth on the mouth of the flute, and the movements were smooth without a trace of drag, and it seemed that even the movements of the fingers also carried an indescribable sense of rhythm.

Gradually, a trace of longing appeared in the sound of Xiao, yes, it was the emotion of longing, it was Ling Yunfeng's strong longing for his hometown.

Originally, Ling Yunfeng thought that he was an orphan, and he was taken in by his master since he was a child, and later his master also passed away. Since then, I have no worries and am at ease, but I didn't expect that I really only know how to cherish it if I lose it.

When I came to this strange world, I looked around, and everything was strange to me, and I didn't feel a sense of belonging at all. He couldn't help but feel lonely and lonely, and only then did he feel more and more how much he missed his hometown.

Ling Yunfeng really didn't know where he should go in this strange world, could he just eat and wait for death to be an ordinary person?

"No, I'm Ling Yunfeng, I want to stand in the clouds and look down on the world, control my own destiny, and be my own free self. Don't be ordered by people, don't be ordered by heaven, you must have the strength to control your own destiny!"

An obsession hidden in Ling Yunfeng's heart quietly rose, and then his flute voice became rapid and high, mixed with the pursuit of freedom and leisure, and at the same time, there was a faint ambition to look down on the world and dominate the common people.

For a while, Ling Yunfeng's role has undergone three changes, first as a melancholy and confused homesick wanderer, then transformed into a free-spirited knight, and finally became a domineering overlord who reigns over the world.

At the end of the song, the sound of the flute seems to still echo in the mountains, and it can't stop for a long time, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an aftersound.

The dozen or so boys and girls under the stone wall were still standing quietly, as if they had not yet come out of that artistic conception.

This song is so beautiful, mixed with melancholy and confused emotions, but without losing freedom and heroism, these diametrically opposed emotions are perfectly combined, so amazing, it is really a swan song in the world. Among the dozen people, a beautiful girl about fifteen years old couldn't help but admire.

This song plays out thousands of emotions in the world, and the most important thing is that the thick helplessness and melancholy can be mixed with a free and easy mood, and this flute seems to have a magical power, which makes us all deeply immersed in it. I think that the person who can play this kind of flute must be an open-minded, free and tender person. A girl in her twenties in a pale red dress also said softly, her expression a little dazed.

The rest of the dozen or so boys and girls also nodded frequently, their faces changed, and they seemed to be immersed in the tune of Fang Cai.

"When will Qingfu City come out of this rhythm, we don't even know, if we are fortunate enough to meet this rhythm, we can't miss it, I want to go up and see, to see who can play this free and easy but desolate and lonely tune. The beautiful girl in purple said, and walked up to the stone wall.

The girl in the pale red dress also followed with puzzled eyes, in her impression, let alone Qingfu City, even if it was a thousand miles away, there would be no such person.

The rest of the dozen or so boys and girls were also stunned for a moment, and then followed suit.

On the stone wall, Ling Yunfeng put away the bamboo flute, slowly stood up, and stood proudly on the stone wall, like a proud and free knight.

At this time, he seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and suddenly opened his mouth and sang a long song: "Today, I have seen all the red dust, and it is like the east water going to the passing year." Looking back on the past life, I smiled and cried, and now I think about the hardships and fate...... The smoke and dust are billowing and covering the red glow, the vast expanse can be divided, and the poor autumn colors are boundless, not to mention that all things in heaven and earth are gorgeous......"

The dozen or so boys and girls had just walked out of a distance, and suddenly a faint singing voice slowly echoed from far and near, so that everyone couldn't help but stop again and listen quietly.

I saw that the song continued to echo: "The chaos in the world continues, the emperor's hegemony is in vain, the vast and slim no one can see, a few more prosperity can't help but see, a line of red glow and the world is dim, the amount of calamity is endless, the gods and Buddhas of the past are now dusty, who is the vast world and the world is dim, I stroll from the chaos." ”

At the end of the song, Ling Yunfeng seemed to be completely freed from Fang Cai's melancholy and confusion, and only his free, carefree, and heroic temperament remained. He stood quietly on the stone wall, raising his head and closing his eyes, his body standing proudly, listening to the sound of the wind in his ears.

"This friend, do you know who is playing and singing?" A moment later, a voice broke Ling Yunfeng out of that infinitely beautiful artistic conception, making him extremely annoyed, but he had to turn around again.