Sit in the clouds and watch the water flow.

I was very confused, looking at Bai Yun with pity.

A few minutes into the Pure Land, the sound of the flute under Bodhi sounded.

There is a magical blue bird in the ancient bamboo forest, the blue bird song is very crisp, which makes people listen to it for a long time without a trace of irritability, but takes people into a wonderful melody.

The blue bird is nameless, and it is the only creature that lives in the bamboo forest that is extremely hidden. Blue birds like to be quiet, and they quietly avoid the slightest disturbance from noise, although they know that this is not a natural predator, but it is their nature. They also love to sing, and the bluebirds often gather together to sing happily, they are the faithful of the song and the only listener in the bamboo forest.

The bluebird rarely appears in a place where people appear, so the people of Guling Town rarely see this magical bluebird.

But at this moment, a flock of bluebirds curled up on the bamboo, and the color and bamboo were completely integrated into the bamboo forest. The bluebird landed lazily on the bamboo, and a beautiful sound came from below the flock. The beauty of this melody is not how beautiful it is, but that there is a soul-like magic in this ordinary melody, which makes people can't help but sleep in this melody.

In the bamboo forest, the red-haired young man sat cross-legged, the young man's eyebrows were quiet, his eyes were slightly closed, a flute was under his mouth, and the beautiful flute sound sounded slowly in his gentle blowing.

The blue bird listened intoxicated, and Chen Zifeng was also intoxicated by the world of flute.

After a long time, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, Chen Zifeng put away the black and worn-out flute, and the blue birds flew away as if they were frightened.

"Cousin Zifeng, it's time to eat. A beautiful and crisp voice sounded, a girl walked into the bamboo forest with a boxed lunch, the girl came to Chen Zifeng and opened the lunch box, and the fragrance overflowed from the basket.

"Thank you. ”

Chen Zifeng said with a smile, he has been cultivating in the bamboo forest for the past few days, and every time Si Kou Moli brought him lunch, and seeing that Si Kou Moli's body has not fully recovered, Chen Zifeng is still quite worried.

"It's okay, Cousin Zifeng's cultivation is a lesson that can't be relaxed, and besides, I don't have anything to do on weekdays, so it's not a big deal to send Cousin Zifeng lunch over. Si Komoli took the food out of the basket, then handed a piece of rice to Chen Zifeng, and she also picked up a bowl of rice and began to eat.

"Isn't there any news yet?" Chen Zifeng suddenly asked.

"No, my father didn't receive any news, and he also asked people to inquire about the situation in Wanli Town and Tianqiao Town, but those two towns were very calm, as if the whole thing had not happened. ”

Chen Zifeng naturally asked about the battle with Wanli Town and Tianqiao Town a few days ago, and they were ready to meet the revenge after that, but this revenge did not come for a long time. When things go wrong, there must be demons, and while Guling Town is fully prepared, it also begins to pay attention to the news from the enemy's side, but after these days of investigation, nothing has been found.

"How is your body recovering?" Chen Zifeng asked with concern. If before, Chen Zifeng could still take out some elixirs to heal Si Kou Moli's injuries, but when Chen Zifeng first came here, he inexplicably fell into a life-and-death struggle, which made him use up all the elixirs indiscriminately.

"Don't get in the way, it's almost better, Cousin Zifeng doesn't have to worry, you cultivate well. Si Komo laughed sweetly.

"By the way, cousin Mo Li, why don't you cultivate? After observing these days, I also know that the people of Guling Town will try to cultivate, is it because you don't like it, or is it some reason?" Chen Zifeng asked. He could feel that Si Kou Moli's physique was already relatively weak, and there was no fluctuation of spiritual power on his body, so he had obviously never cultivated. If Si Kou Moli had been cultivating since she was a child, then she would not have been in such a weak state once she was injured a few days ago.

Hearing this, Si Kou Moli paused, her head lowered slightly, and said softly: "Cousin Zifeng, in fact, I also want to cultivate, and I also want to be able to give Guling Town a strong protection like my father." ”

Si Kou Moli's small body trembled slightly, and her voice seemed to be a little hoarse.

"But I can't cultivate, no matter from childhood to adulthood, I can't absorb aura, I've tried all the martial arts in those towns, and none of them can allow me to absorb aura. Over the years, my father has also found the roots, and my father told me that I am not suitable for cultivation, and that I-I don't have the wisdom roots. ”

"But although I don't have Huigen, I still haven't given up, and I've been cultivating secretly, but it doesn't have any effect, so in the end I can only give up. I'm really useless, I can't help my father protect my hometown together, I can't help my father defend against the enemy together - and even I drag everyone back. ”

As he spoke, Si Komoli's tears fell, blending with the rice in the bowl.

Chen Zifeng put down the rice bowl in his hand, bowed forward slightly, wrapped his hands around Si Kou Moli's body, and gently hugged her in his arms. Si Kou Mo shuddered slightly from his body, and then burst out, crying like a child in Chen Zifeng's arms.

Chen Zifeng stroked Si Kou Moli's back, gently soothed her, and let this girl who had been holding back for many years cry in his arms.

The girl had been trying, but God had never favored her, and her diligence had not been rewarded. He could imagine that this poor girl would hide in a place where no one was there many times, diligently cultivating the martial arts of those small towns, and she would pay no less than anyone else.

Moreover, the events of the past few days have had a great impact on her mood, so she still can't help crying today.

The sun poured down and fell on the two of them.

After a long time, Si Kou Moli stopped crying, and Chen Zifeng let go of the girl in his arms and handed Si Kou Moli a clean white handkerchief. Si Komoli took the handkerchief and wiped his little face stained with tears.

"Thank you, Cousin Zifeng. Si Kou Moli looked at Chen Zifeng gratefully.

"In the future, you can cultivate with me and see if we can bring out your potential. I sense that your constitution is a little peculiar, but it shouldn't be like your father said that you don't have a huigen. But I don't know much about your situation, so you can cultivate with me these days, maybe I can really find the problem. ”

"Really? Cousin Zifeng. Si Kou Mo burst into tears and smiled, suddenly became excited, and looked at Chen Zifeng expectantly, "But, this won't bother you, right?"

"It's okay, nothing to bother with. Chen Zifeng said.

"Yes, that's good. Si Komo left his heart.

"But you have to promise me first, and you won't cry again. ”

"Okay, promise you. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then swept away the food with a big appetite, Si Kou Mo had a good appetite, and he also ate a lot, and finally even grabbed it with Chen Zifeng.

After Si Kou Moli left with an empty plate, Chen Zifeng also entered into thought.

He could feel that Si Kou Moli's physique was different from ordinary people, but Chen Zifeng couldn't figure out where it was, but it always gave him a different feeling.

Chen Zifeng shook his head slightly, now he couldn't figure out Si Kou Moli's physique for a while, so he still transferred his thoughts to himself.

After these days of cultivation, Chen Zifeng's control of the Soul Devouring Flute has also gone further, but the spiritual power in his body is still as if he is imprisoned, and he can't call it up for a minute, he really can't think of what is wrong with his body. It is said that it is a dantian, but there is still no situation in the dantian, and it doesn't make sense to say that it is a vein.

He always felt that there was a force that was faintly suppressing his spiritual power.

That power was invisible, but he could feel it vaguely, but he didn't know what that power was and where it was exerting pressure on him.

Cuckoo!

Cuckoo!

At this moment, several blue birds cooed at the tip of the bamboo above Chen Zifeng's head, seeing this, Chen Zifeng was extremely puzzled, he had already figured out the habits of these blue birds, and it stands to reason that they should not appear in a place where there are people. The reason why those blue birds were attracted to them before was precisely because of the disturbance of Chen Zifeng's Soul Devouring Flute on their minds.

But at this time, Chen Zifeng did not blow the Soul Eater Flute, and these blue birds cooed on their heads without fear.

Chen Zifeng raised his head, his gaze was cast, and he saw the bluebirds scurrying up and down, but he always felt that the bluebirds seemed to be staring at him. When Chen Zifeng looked up at them, the bluebirds cooed a few times, and then flapped their wings and flew towards a place.

Chen Zifeng watched these blue birds fly away, puzzled in his heart, and chased after them with his steps. He could feel that the bluebirds seemed to be taking him somewhere, and although he didn't know exactly what it was, he chased after them.

Curiosity kills cats, but curiosity is human nature.

These bluebirds fly very slowly, their wings look a little fat, and they flutter through the bamboo forest without difficulty, and it can be seen that these bluebirds are very familiar with the bamboo forest. But it's relieved to think about it, after all, they live in the bamboo forest, and the bamboo forest is their hometown, so naturally they have no strangeness to their hometown.

Although Chen Zifeng did not have the blessing of spiritual power, his speed was still as easy as a cheetah running in the bamboo forest, the rocks under his feet appeared harder, and the bamboo leaves were softer.

The wind was raging, and there was silence in the bamboo forest.

In the forest, only a few bluebirds with vague tracks were shuttling, and a red-haired boy was running.