"First, carry it with you, and don't hide it, but carry it on your back!" said the old man, pointing behind his back.

"It can be done!" Feng Feiyu agreed happily.

"Second, you can't show it until you have to, you can only take it with you!" said the old man, pointing behind his back again.

"Uh, this, that, maybe, or, seemly, maybe, as if, if, I mean, what if I encounter an impossible danger?" Feng Feiyu kept changing various scenes in his mind, and asked again, "If I'm dying, can't I use it?"

"Of course, you can only use it when you have no choice but to use it when your life is threatened!" the old man said, smiling, and continuing: "Third, you must protect it as if it were your own life!"

"It can be done!" Feng Feiyu agreed again.

"The fourth and the last!" the old man said, took out the burning stick behind his back, handed it to Feng Feiyu and said, "It's now, play a song for me!

"It can be done!" Feng Feiyu took the black flute in the old man's hand with both hands, held it in his hand, and slowly closed his eyes.

In his previous life, he played the flute three times.

For the first time, he defeated the strongest man at the time, Tuoba Changfeng.

The second time, he accepted his youngest apprentice, Qizi Jie.

The third time, he sounded the flute alone for the last time before he died.

This time, it was the first time since his reincarnation.

He gently took the flute in his hand, felt his breath and heartbeat, tried to calm them down, and tried his best to find the state and feeling of selflessness.

Woo~woo~~

Like one wave after another, bubbling across the calm water, quietly rippling layer after layer.

Woo~woo~~

Like gusts of fresh wind, it blew lightly through the quiet meadow, and suddenly flew up one grass seed after another.

Woo~woo~~

Like one snowflake after another, gently brushing the withered yellow branches, the branches were white one after another in an instant.

Woo~woo~~

Like teardrops one after another, Yingying crossed the white veil, leaving one mark of love after another.

Woo~woo~~

The young man closed his eyes tightly, and it seemed that the whole world was left with only himself.

He savored it carefully, intoxicated by the leisurely voice, resounding the past changes, two lines of clear tears, Yingying slipped down.

The sound of the flute was long and round, and it spread far, far away.

The pedestrians on the street stopped in an instant, the grass and trees on the side of the road dissipated in an instant, the fish in the water forgot to breathe for a while, and the birds in the air forgot to flapp their wings leisurely.

He was still playing selflessly, but he didn't know that the old man in front of him had already left the place.

Above the nine heavens, a stone tablet, Langya Bang, is standing quietly at this moment. Next to Langya Bang, an old man, at the moment, was holding a wine gourd about the size of his body and drinking wine selflessly, glancing at the ground from time to time, and then continued to drink with satisfaction.

"Disciple, I hope that when we say goodbye, you will have returned to the position of the Ninth Order Ding Emperor!" the old man said, covering the wine gourd, and his figure suddenly disappeared next to Langya Bang, as if he had never been there.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

Three applause rang out when Feng Feiyu was still thinking, which made him a little disappointed.

"Xiaoyou can be said to be talented, only this song, you can win the first person!"

A man said, looking at the child in front of him with appreciative eyes.

This person is dressed up and looks extraordinary. Dressed in black like a drape, the image of a huge skull on his neck, coupled with the somewhat fierce image on his face, made people's impression of him drop in an instant.

"Meditation!" Feng Feiyu said secretly in his heart. At the same time, a not-so-good feeling arises and can no longer be erased.

The so-called meditation is actually a faction that kills people to obtain energy and improve its own strength. Because there are too many people killed, they have accumulated resentment for a long time, and because it represents death, it has the name of meditation.

"I really don't know, Xiaoyou looks like a child of just one or two years old, how can he have such a technique, and he can actually entrepel so many people into it at the same time, it's really a bit demonic!" The man spoke again, a pair of eyes, constantly looking at Feng Feiyu.

"The seniors are not joking, these people are intoxicated, it's not my song at all!" Feng Feiyu said with a smile: "It's all the strength of the seniors, and they just suppressed them with their aura!"

"Oh, Xiaoyou seems to know very well?" the man said, and suddenly a hideous smile appeared on his face and said, "Then why are so many people fascinated by me, but Xiaoyou is the only one who has not reacted?"

"Because my predecessors deliberately skipped me when they suppressed it, and I had been playing with my heart before, I didn't care about the suppression of my predecessors at all!" Feng Feiyu said, ready to evacuate and flee for his life.

"My little friend and I are really very fateful, and I actually have a feeling of familiarity at first sight, why don't you go to a place with Xiaoyou and talk about it together?" the man said, stretching out his hand.

But where is this human hand? It was clearly a bone claw with white bones.

"Magic weapon?" Feng Feiyu's heart trembled, and his body quickly fled.

He had just unleashed his full strength, and suddenly found that his body shape had been controlled by him.

"Hehe, it's over again!" Feng Feiyu smiled bitterly in his heart, and then simply stood in place, looked at the bone claw in the man's hand and said, "What grade of magic weapon is this?"

"Yo, Xiaoyou is really very human!" The man smiled and further explained: "The others, when they heard the name of our Blood Soul Sect, were already scared away, Xiaoyou not only didn't run, but stood here with a red face and a heartbeat, talking to me, it's really a good intention!"

"It's a pity that this good will will soon disappear completely!" the man said, his face became hideous again, and he stared at Feng Feiyu without the slightest anger, as if he was dead.

"If you can keep me, I will listen to your disposal!" After a pause, Feng Feiyu spoke again: "But if you can't keep me, then the price is not what you can afford now!"

"Haha, I really don't know where a one-year-old child came from to have such a big breath and dare to scare me? Do you know who I am?" said the man, not hiding the fierceness in his eyes.

"Let me tell you, I am actually the one who fought the four major families at the beginning, challenged the order of the entire Eastern Regions, and established the first evil sect in the Eastern Regions, the Sect Master of the Blood Soul Sect!" the man said, the arrogance on his face becoming more and more intense.

"Stupid!" Feng Feiyu indifferently spit out two words, then looked at the man with disdain and said: "No need to explain, don't explain, don't explain, I know you are a fool, there is no need to say so connotative!"

"Hehe, a child who is more than a year old is the best age for alchemy!" the man said, and the white bone claw in his hand suddenly emitted a burst of restlessness, and in an instant, a breath of death spread.

"You want to arrest me and give you alchemy?" Feng Feiyu was puzzled and said: "Alchemy, what pill, you are not in good health, do you need pills to recuperate?"

"It's a pity that the master doesn't serve!"