The cliff is in the east of the sound spring, the mountain is very steep, and the occasional rock is abrupt, stubbornly resisting the encroachment of green plants. The vertical height here is more than 300 zhang, and the slope is nearly 90 degrees, so it is not easy to climb this cliff. Even ordinary adults do not dare to climb rashly without the assistance of external forces, and children of this age of five or six years old do not even think about it.

Ye Yunfei was really not comparable to ordinary children, he came to the foot of the Heavenly Cliff, refused the kindness of the Fire Qilin, and threw himself towards the Heavenly Cliff. Usually, it takes three hours to go up to the cliff, but this time Ye Yunfei only took half an hour to go up to the top of the cliff.

He found a place with relatively gentle terrain, facing east, and sat cross-legged, letting go of his mental power to sense the subtle changes around him. Ye Yunfei was pleasantly surprised to find that his spiritual sea had expanded several times compared to the original, and his spiritual power had entered an instantaneous realm. He carefully condensed his spiritual power into a beam and probed towards the place where the sun rose, released his spiritual power to the maximum extent, and finally caught a piece of Yan Qingqi, which was slowly drawn into the hundred remains, walked in the tendons, and finally sank in the dantian, and so on. This kind of situation can only be perceived by people who are immersed in the scene, and in the eyes of outsiders, Ye Yunfei is just closing his eyes and calming down.

The sun is slanting in the west, and the afterglow is like a brilliant brocade cloth draped on the top of the mountain, and the sacredness of the fairy island is inviolable. At the bottom right of the cliff is another valley, where peach trees are everywhere, and the strange thing is that the peach blossoms are still blooming in the summer at this time, and what is even more strange is that the color of the peach blossoms is actually red gold.

A white figure slowly walks through the peach blossom forest, blowing the bamboo flute lightly, the sound of the flute around the forest, lasting for a long time, the first hearing is like a horse stepping on a shallow stream splashing jade beads, and then listening to the spring swallow pecking the mud willow wind, the rhythm switching is natural and mellow, without any jerky feeling. The man is Ye Yunfei, who has lived in Xiandao for eight years.

There is a threefold realm of.

The first realm is called "using the flute", people in this realm are familiar with the rhythm of the flute, the sound of the flute is quite smooth, the bass is murmuring, the treble is majestic, but the grandstanding, the is for others to hear, and it is always inferior.

The second realm is called "there is a flute", people in this realm, the bamboo flute is in the hand, the mind is clear, the object and I forget, I am the flute, the flute is me, the human flute is not divided from each other, the sound of the flute is ethereal, the complexity is simplified, the aftertaste is long, the sound of the flute is like a knife hurting people invisibly, outsiders have this flute sound, and they forget themselves and do not know how to return.

The third realm is called "no flute", people in this realm can understand the sound of nature, insight into the sound of heaven and earth, and quote it as used, the trinity of man, flute and nature, formless and imageless, to the extreme, enter the realm of the great sage, can move the power of nature, taste this flute sound like hearing fairy music, wash the heart and cut the marrow, correct character, and give up all the evil thoughts that remain in the bottom of the heart.

Right now, Ye Yunfei is still wandering in the first realm, he asked his grandfather, how can he enter the second realm, Ye Li only gave him two words "heart". "Intentions", he seems to have some understanding, he can grasp it with his hand, but he feels vague, close at hand but can't touch it, and there is a sense of powerlessness.

On this day, Ye Yunfei came to Taohuaping, the peach forest was deep into the stone table, Ye Yunfei sat down cross-legged, his upper body was straight, his face was pious, the flute tube touched his lips, his eyes were slightly closed, and a lock of flute sound floated up, he himself was immersed in the sound of the flute, as if it was hidden in the snow, what was amazing was that the red golden peach blossom trembled slightly under the movement of the flute, and several mountain birds were hovering overhead, or falling between the branches of the peach tree, as if they were intoxicated. Ye Yunfei played "Yangguan Three Stacks", when the flute sound entered the last section, gradually turned high-pitched, like a bloody fight between the enemy and us, as the jade shoot-like fingers pressed and bounced, the knife-shaped gas spewed out from the Xiao hole, although the six air blades were vague but had substance, flying towards the mountain birds who were unconscious, and a few close moments were hit, and the feathers were scattered, obviously unable to live.

The distant air blade lost its form before it could reach it. Ye Yunfei's "Yangguan Three Stacks" ended, opened his eyes, and saw the mountain birds scattered on the ground that had lost signs of life, and couldn't help but be happy. It was only a moment of effort to turn from joy to sorrow, and he secretly repented for unconsciously hurting for no reason. When he played "Yangguan Three Stacks" again, looking for the feeling of Fang Cai, he could no longer enter the state.

Ye Yunfei was originally a rare miracle for a thousand years, brilliant and quick-witted, not to mention that without any external interference, it is the most suitable for meditation and practice, it can be said that the progress is extremely fast, and it is never an exaggeration to describe it as a thousand miles a day. However, those few dead mountain birds had a great impact on him, and in the next few days, when he was about to reach enlightenment and enter the state, the corpse of the mountain bird dismembered by the air blade immediately appeared in front of him, and his heart was very impetuous, and for several days, he was wandering in the obstacles of the first realm of "using the flute" and the second realm of "having the flute".

After finishing the morning class, Ye Yunfei came to Taohuaping again, and there were broken branches and leaves everywhere, and the broken flowers were spread everywhere, and it was a mess. A white ape seemed to be very excited, between the opening and closing of his arms, several peach trees were dismembered in an instant, and when he saw people coming, this white ape did not have the intention of stopping, and still did his own thing without hesitation, as if he had an eternal hatred with this peach forest. The white ape's direct ignorance made Ye Yunfei very angry, he had been cultivating the flute for nearly five years, and he couldn't say that he had achieved great success, and the harvest was still obvious.

He knew that he could fight with the ape only with this pipe, and he didn't dare to slack off, the pipe touched his lips, and Xiao Sa's voice broke out of the pipe, and the ape heard the sound of the pipe and gradually fell into confusion, just a moment of effort from the peach forest to jump up and pounce on him. Ye Yunfei was not in a hurry but quickly retreated backwards, and in this way, he was forced by the ape and entered the realm of forgetfulness, and the human flute finally merged into one, and the six substantive sound blades shot towards the human ape, compared with the sound blade that appeared for the first time, this time the sound blade was wider and faster, and the ambush distance was farther.

Six sound blades cut through the ape's chest, and with each sound blade, the ape's footsteps slowed for a moment, and his gaze slowed for half a minute, but there was no blood outflow from the middle position, and it healed quickly. Ye Yunfei, who had entered the forgotten realm, did not see this scene, the sound of the sound blade breaking through the air continued, and when the ape rushed to him, he no longer had the ability to kill him, and fell to the ground softly, and the face of the humanoid ape was angry and incredible.

At this time, Ye Yunfei's song "Funeral Flower Yin" had already been played, and when he saw the ape on the ground, he couldn't believe the facts in front of him, and thought, Could it be that I killed it? Is this Xiaoyin really so powerful? Peach Blossom, I finally avenge you with my own ability.