Feng Qingliang suddenly sighed, causing Feng Qingyang and Feng Xinzhi to look at him sideways.

"Brother Qingyang, you also know that I admire your sister, so can you tell me if I still have a chance?" Feng Qingliang's previous cranky thoughts also made his heart more and more bitter.

Thinking of Feng Qing's gentle attitude towards him before, he also asked a few words to himself in his heart.

So now I can't help but want an answer.

Feng Qingyang was silent for a moment, although he usually likes to play, but some serious things he will not treat as child's play.

After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "Luohua is intentionally ruthless, my sister is not suitable for you."

The wind was cool and silent.

Although it was not he who answered him, he didn't know the real situation.

"That's it. I saw him sigh softly, flick his sleeves and turn away.

"Huh... Brother Qingliang!" Feng Xinzhi shouted.

"Hey, here's your chance!!" Feng Qingyang reminded from the side.

"Opportunity?"

"Yes, chance! Brother Qingliang is waiting for me!" Feng Xinzhi's eyes lit up and she immediately chased after her.

Looking at the figures of the two leaving, Feng Qingyang's heart suddenly felt like a moon old man holding a red line.

"Eh, brother, do you think I've made a marriage?" he said with a smile at Mo Yan on the side.

Mo Yan was a little speechless at this old brother, and did not speak.

"I'm telling you... In addition to being righteous since I was a child, I also really wanted to be old, but you don't know..."The wind is clear and gushing in Mo Yan's ear about his life ambitions.

At this time, the two can only wait here, so one is boring to talk and the other is boring to listen.

...

Thousands of miles away from the Windy City, in a city, a man collapsed on the bed, looking a little depressed.

"The will of the Divine Spirit... Spiritual power has decreased..."

He was the young master Xuanyuan that Yun Xi had met in front of Yanhuang Village before.

The decline in strength has made him feel decadent when he has recovered now.

The Holy Will was cultivated by him since he was a child, so how could this make him feel nothing.

"Gotta kill him!!"

The hatred for Yun Xi in his heart is also getting deeper and deeper day by day, and he can't wait to crush his bones and scatter ashes.

At this time, a white-haired old man walked in from outside the house and respected, "Young master." ”

"What are you doing here?" Young Master Xuanyuan was not in a very good mood, and he asked with little interest after seeing the person who came.

"Young master, I have found the traces of the man from before. The old man said.

"What?!

"Hurt you—" The old man was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

"He's here in Penglai?!" Young Master Xuanyuan's face showed joy.

"Exactly. ”

"Okay, okay! Heaven has a way for you not to go, and Hell has no door for you to break into. Hahaha!"

"Come, tell me what's going on!"

The old man pondered for a while and then spoke: "That's the case, the previous Wind Clan's piano art conference ........"

He told the young master what he knew, but in fact, it was only his subordinates who happened to watch this piano art conference before.

Told him what happened, and he was just curious to see who took the championship away, after all, in previous years, it was Feng Qingrou who won the championship.

That's why it's now.

"So that guy should be in the Wind Clan at this time?" the young master's brows furrowed slightly.

"The champion's reward can only be claimed by going to the WindClan. The old man replied.

The young master frowned, the Shangfeng clan is not so easy to take people.

The old man saw the young master's concerns, and reminded: "I expect to come and see, and that kid will leave after receiving the reward, so if you don't come to the door at this time, it may not be easy to find him in the future." ”

He paused and reminded again: "Besides, with the status of the Xuanyuan family as the first clan in Penglai, do the people of the Feng clan have the courage to disobey?"

"Moreover, it was you who injured you this time, so we might as well use this as an article, and I think the Wind Clan will not be so uninteresting. ”

After listening to the old man's words, the young master also fell into thought, and he was not the kind of person who was very impulsive.

The reason why he made a move on Yun Xi last time was also because Yun Xi was a person from the secular world, and with his way of thinking, he didn't take the other party seriously, so he had such a play.

After a while, he sat on the edge of the bed and said in a deep voice: "You dispatch a hundred Xuanyuan guards for me, come here to listen to orders, and we will beg for people in the Shangfeng Clan together." ”

"Do you want to inform the Holy Lord?" the old man hesitated.

"No, such a trivial matter does not disturb my father's ears. The young master refused.

"Yes. The old man replied.

....

"Brother Qingliang, wait for me!" Feng Xinzhi chased Feng Qingliang to the previous mountain forest.

At this time, Feng Qingliang was in a low mood, and after hearing Feng Xinzhi's words, he also turned around and said, "Xinzhi, I want to be quiet." ”

Feng Xinzhi smiled when she heard this: "Who is Jingjing?"

“....”

"Brother Qingliang, Sister Qingrou doesn't like you if she doesn't like you! You are not the kind of man that no one likes. Feng Xinzhi persuaded.

"It's different," Feng Qingliang shook his head and sighed.

Feng Xinzhi sighed, persuaded for a while, and became more and more lost in her heart.

"Brother Qingliang, can you play a song for me? ”

The wind was cool and stunned.

After a moment of silence, he slowly took out the guqin, and without saying much, he started playing directly.

The sound of the piano echoed in the mountains and forests, tugging at the heartstrings of the two people.

The leaves rustled, and the wind swept away the dust and fallen leaves.

The sound of the piano was melodious, attracting flocks of birds to land on the branches, staring curiously at the cool wind with their eyes slightly closed.

The sadness in the sound of the piano seems to make these birds feel something, and they are actually dependent on each other, as if they are resisting this artistic conception.

Feng Xinzhi looked up at the branch and murmured slowly: "Brother Qingliang, there will always be some things in everyone's life that make them feel regretful. ”

"Some people are destined to be impossible, and no matter how hard you try, there will be a mountain-like membrane between the two people. One person is willing to tear apart, but the other is always willing to flee behind another diaphragm. ”

Her mind recalled the first time she saw the cool wind, and some of the things she had done over the years.

"Brother Qingliang, do you remember? When I was a child, I always liked to run outside, and it was you who got me back, although it caused a scolding, but every time you would go to me. ”

"And that's when you started to have an extra heel behind you. ”

At this point, she slowly lost her mind.

The sound of the piano played by the cool wind was also a little flustered.

Something came to his memory naturally.

"When you grew up, you were immersed in cultivation, and I knew that you wanted to catch up with Sister Qingrou on the piano path, so I have been accompanying you in your cultivation. ”

“....”

"Xinzhi.." The cool voice of the wind was a little hoarse at this time.

"Something has held out for years... It became a habit..."

"You're a good girl... Don't waste time on me... Maybe one day, I will let go, but .... Not now. ”