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In the dense woods, Yang Ye stepped on the dappled moonlight, followed the meandering direction of the Xiangjiang River, and headed downstream.

He had never been out of Xiangzhou, let alone Yulin City, and he didn't know which road to get there, so he could only follow the riverside and explore slowly.

In the night sky, the moon is bright and starry.

Not far from the woods, there is a small town, where the lights are out, and the families are sleeping, and the occasional barking of dogs can be heard.

On the surface of the Xiangjiang River, it was empty and calm, and the boats were docked by the river, like people, falling asleep.

Yang Ye walked for a while, feeling that the bushes were overgrown and thorns were everywhere, and the front seemed to be even more difficult to walk.

He thought for a moment, then stopped, and decided to wait until dawn before setting off.

Or ask the people of that town tomorrow, there should be a shortcut to Yulin City on land.

If you keep going like this, maybe you will go farther and delay the time to go to Yulin City to compete.

He looked around, following a remote path toward the town.

When he got out of the woods and was about to go down the mountain road, he suddenly found a short figure sitting on the hillside not far away, with his shoulders slightly shrugged, as if he was crying.

Yang Ye was slightly stunned, stood in the dark, looked carefully for a moment, and slowly walked over.

When he got closer, Fang found that it was a little boy, dressed plainly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but at the moment his face was full of tears, crying in a low voice, and seemed to be full of grievances.

When Yang Ye's footsteps sounded behind him, the little boy's body suddenly trembled and hurriedly turned his head.

"Ghosts?"

His face was frightened, his voice trembled slightly, but he did not get up and run away.

Yang Ye smiled, walked closer, sat down beside him, stared at the town not far away, and said gently: "It's so late, aren't you going home?"

"You're human. ”

The little boy looked at the shadow behind Yang Ye and was visibly relieved.

After a moment of silence, he said, "The master wronged me, saying that I stole his eggs, beat me, and didn't let me eat dinner, so I ran out." ”

When Yang Ye heard this, he remembered the grievance he had just made, smiled bitterly, turned his head to look at him, and said, "Then will you go back?"

The little boy didn't hesitate at all, nodded, and said with tears: "Of course I have to go back, my father and mother are both working at the master's house, and I can't leave." ”

Yang Ye nodded, looked at the night sky in the distance, and stopped talking.

"Brother, aren't you scared when you come here alone?"

The little boy wiped his tears, turned to look at him, and asked.

"Are you afraid?"

Yang Ye smiled when he heard this, and also asked.

The little boy's immature cheeks showed a hint of stubbornness, hesitated, shook his head, and said, "Don't be afraid." Daddy said, manly, big husband, stand up to the sky, the braver you are, the more those ghosts dare not get close. ”

"You're not afraid, and I naturally won't be afraid, don't you think my brother is not like a man?"

Yang Ye said with a smile.

The little boy burst into tears and said, "Naturally not, my brother seems to be braver than me." ”

After speaking, he looked at the crescent moon in the night sky, pulled out a bamboo flute pinned to his waist, and said: "This is what my father made for me, whenever I am sad, I will play a tune, and then, the mood will become better." ”

"Brother, looking at your appearance, you must have encountered something troublesome, let me play a tune for you?"

The little boy had tears on his cheeks and his eyes sparkling.

Yang Ye smiled slightly and said, "Okay." ”

The little boy seemed very happy when he agreed, bent his eyes and smiled, raised the bamboo flute to his lips, and began to blow.

The tune is light and simple, and it is actually a shepherd song that is widely spread in the Xia Kingdom.

Yang Ye's expression was quiet, looking at the moon in the night sky, quietly listening to this not very skillful, but unique song, and there was a trace of ripples in his eyes.

At this time, not far behind the two, in a dim wood, Han Muwan rushed over when she heard the sound.

When she saw the quiet faces of the two on the hillside, under the moonlight, for a moment, she froze in place, not wanting to step forward to destroy this strange atmosphere.

And at the bottom of the hillside, in the shadow of a tall tree, Mu Yinxue stood there quietly with a jade flute in her hand, her eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"This is your last chance, and if you still don't finish the task this time, then you don't have to come back. ”

"Even if that man did save you once, you didn't kill him last time, and that's a reward. This time, I hope you live up to my expectations. ”

In her ears, she seemed to remember her mother's cold voice again, Mu Yinxue's expression was like frost, and her eyes showed a touch of pain.

"Mother, I can help you kill people. But can you stop being so cold to me all the time, like a stranger?"

She bit her lip lightly, clenched the jade flute in her hand, and looked at the hillside with her gaze, which gradually became cold and cold, and she had no feelings.

"Perhaps, you don't have feelings, and I, you hope so. ”

Mu Yinxue looked at the little boy indifferently, listening to the music of the bamboo flute in her ears, as if she was waiting for something.

After a song, the little boy put down the bamboo flute, but did not leave immediately.

A shy smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Brother, I know that I don't blow well, I secretly learned from the young master, and I only blow it at night when there is no one." Hehe, I'll play this tune. ”

Yang Ye smiled, thought for a while, and said, "Do you want to learn other tunes?"

"Brother will?"

When the little boy heard this, he was a little surprised.

Yang Ye nodded and said, "Well, there will be a few songs." ”

"Okay, my brother taught me, I really want to learn other tunes. ”

The little boy's face was suddenly full of joy, and he hurriedly handed him the bamboo flute in his hand.

In the woods, Han Muwan's eyes lit up when she saw this, and she remembered the rumors some time ago that Yang Ye had invented a new musical instrument and personally composed several extremely shocking songs.

She didn't panic and went out, she stood silently, holding her breath and listening.

And Mu Yinxue under the big tree frowned slightly, looking at the little boy, hoping that he would leave soon.

Although she is a killer and should be ruthless, she will never kill in front of a child, this is her principle.

"Woo woo "White Moonlight"...... Woo woo woo "somewhere in my heart" ......"

Suddenly, a slow, sad flute sounded.

The poignant and moving, soul-penetrating tune, like the moonlight in the night sky, slowly flowed into the hearts of the two girls, making their hearts tremble instantly, and their eyes looked at the young man on the hillside.

"Woooooooooo......oo Woowoowoo......"

The little boy also quieted down at this time, and looked at Yang Ye with a shocked expression.

He had eavesdropped on a lot of tunes at the owner's house, but he had never heard such a beautiful song, and he couldn't even believe that the flute made of green bamboo, which he had always carried with him, could make such a beautiful sound.

Although the melody is poignant and sad, it touches the heart, making people immersed in it for an instant and unable to extricate themselves.

Under the night sky, the moon flows like water on the earth.

On the hillside, the sound of the flute is like a song, pouring out a resonant sadness over and over again.

The two girls froze in place, stunned to listen.

The little boy's eyes lit up, staring at Yang Ye's moving fingers tightly, his face full of adoration.

Suddenly, those notes froze in mid-air, turning into a round of petite bright moon, the light shining brightly suspended above Yang Ye and the little boy's heads, slowly spinning.

The little boy looked up suddenly, stunned at the astonishing vision.

In the woods, Han Muwan clenched the piece of paper in her hand, and her dark eyes were as bright as stars.

"How can ......it be just a rumor?

Her face flushed with excitement, and a thick self-deprecation rose in her heart.

Under the shadows, Mu Yinxue closed her eyes, listening to this poignant tune, and her slender jade fingers moved slightly with Yang Ye's notes.

After a song, the bright moon is like a crown, and everything is silent.

The plant in Yang Yele's Mansion has grown a little.

The little boy tilted his head and looked at the moons above his head that were gradually stopping to spin, and his mouth was wide open, forgetting that he was going to learn the tune.

When the flute stopped and all the visions disappeared, he looked at Yang Ye in a daze, with an incredible look on his little face.

"Can you remember the song just now?"

Yang Ye said with a smile.

The little boy was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then his face changed slightly, and he snorted, "Forget ...... Remembered. ”

"Woo woo "White Moonlight"...... Woo woo woo "somewhere in my heart" ......"

At this moment, in the shadow of a big tree under the hillside, a mournful flute sound suddenly sounded, and it turned out to be the tune that Yang Ye had just played.

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