Ling Feng was urged by a crowd to come to a high platform, which was even more luxuriously decorated than in the castle hall, as if it was specially designed to worship such a holy artifact.

Hallows, Qionghuang.

When Ling Feng entered his eyes, an emerald color flashed on the high platform, and a sense of sacredness arose. When he approached it personally, it seemed that he could feel its soul, it was not a holy artifact, as if it were alive, real and agile.

Invisibly, Ling Feng had a spiritual fit with him.

Ling Feng held Qiong Huang in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh that this holy weapon was really not ordinary, the whole body was exquisite, ingenious, and meticulous. It is very weighty in the hand, and it is very cool and smooth when touched carefully, which is not like an old object that has been placed for thousands of years.

But this flute is not like a flute, and the flute is not like a flute, how can you blow it? What a strange design, there are six symmetrical sound holes on both sides of the utensil, and the internal space cannot be seen, only one side of the small hole, as if it is a blowing port.

Seeing this scene, Ling Feng was still entangled.

Blowing horizontally or vertically? Blowing right or back?

At this time, a voice came from behind him, as if he couldn't wait: "Brother Ling Feng, drop blood on that Qiong Huang, this Qiong Huang has spirituality, recognize the Lord." If he doesn't approve of you, he won't make any sound even if he blows. ”

And this kind of thing?

Ling Feng didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he directly bit his finger and dripped it on Qiong Huang, and suddenly, Qiong Huang's whole body emitted an emerald light, and the blood was constantly absorbed into it.

"What a god!" When Ling Feng saw this scene, he was already demented.

"There's a play!" Wang Lei leaned closer and held his breath.

At this moment, an empty and clear voice sounded in Ling Feng's mind, which seemed to be a long chant from the distant heavens:

"There's another funny boy, hey, boy, what's your name?"

Ling Feng was frightened, hugged Qiong Huang tightly in his arms, looked around, and asked nervously, "Who is talking?" ”

The people who came over when asked looked at each other, shook their heads, and responded, "No." ”

"Don't shout, I'm communicating with you in your consciousness, they can't hear you."

"Huh? Are you alive? Ling Feng still yelled in a rare and strange way.

The people below were even more confused, looking at Ling Feng and not knowing what to say to himself.

"Just talk in your head!" Qiong Huang gradually became angry, what is the matter with this stupid boy? It's an elm head!

"Are you ~ in this instrument?" Ling Feng approached Qiong Huang in a low voice, and looked into the sound hole with one eye, and the people behind him felt that Ling Feng was crazy and didn't know what he was doing.

Qiong Huang had already compromised, completely subdued by Ling Feng's stupid and breathable naïve little being, it seemed that he didn't know how to communicate with his divine sense at all!

What age, how can there be such a person.

"Okay, okay, don't look for it, what I'm going to say, just nod or shake your head, you don't have to talk. Do you understand? Qiong Huang was quite helpless, if he wanted Ling Feng to continue talking to him like this, his IQ would also drop.

Ling Feng was also obedient and nodded.

Qiong Huang began to ask him, "Are you a member of the Djinn Clan?" ”

Ling Feng shook his head.

Qiong Huang felt a little strange, since it wasn't, why was this kid's soul so pure? can actually have a soul connection with him. So he asked, "Do you want to try to play this instrument?" ”

Ling Feng nodded violently, his eyes lit up.

Qiong Huang suddenly became arrogant and put on a posture: "To tell you the truth, if you want to play this Qiong Huang, you must get my approval, otherwise you will blow it, and it is useless!" ”

"Why?" Ling Feng asked with a bitter face.

"Because I am the one who created this spiritual artifact, before I died, I used secret techniques to seal my soul in this Qiong Huang, and only those whose soul is pure and have no distractions can communicate with me. Boy, the fact that you can wake me up shows that you are not ordinary. Come on, tell me about your sincerity. ”

Qiong Huang's words made Ling Feng understand, but he didn't know how to impress this Qiong Huang, so he just told the truth what he thought in his heart: "I have an agreement with a friend to see if I can play this Qiong Huang." ”

When Qiong Huang heard this, he almost fainted, but he was also a holy weapon with thousands of years of inheritance, so he came to him to play because of an agreement?

"Boy, you're not polite at all! Not to mention anything to calm down some evil spirits in the world, be a great sage or sage or something, you can tell me about your experience that moved me! How else can I rest assured of you? Qiong Huang was a little anxious, and he counted Ling Feng with his head and face.

"Great sages and saints? I don't have that big ambitions, but as for my experience, I can tell you about it. Ling Feng sighed a little, closed his eyes, and recalled the painful memories of the past, vividly.

After a while, Qiong Huang saw that after reading all these fragmented memories, even his thousands of years of experience, he couldn't help but sigh a little, he had also seen some people who had great ambitions, but after so much despair, he finally changed his original intention. This little guy Ling Feng is so young, he has endured this, why can't he stir up a trace of turmoil in his heart?

"Boy, why don't you have a trace of sadness?" Qiong Huang asked very seriously.

"Because I've been saved by him."

In Ling Feng's mind, Qiankun's figure appeared, and his heart was suddenly covered with warmth.

Therefore, all the sorrow should not have arisen before he appeared. I mean, all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows that follow should be above him. ”

"When everything in this world seems to be stranger to me, it is he who stands by my side, so I should do something for him. Although I can't be a great sage and sage, I can help him become a great sage and sage. Senior, my qualifications are dull and my cultivation is short, please help me. Saying this, Ling Feng smiled brightly, which was his truest thought.

Qiong Huang was a little surprised when she heard this, but she was also touched by Ling Feng's words.

"He's so worthy of treating him like this? Do you think it's worth it? Maybe in the end, he may change his mind, or he may abandon you. When the time comes, will you still keep your original intention? You always give to others like this, do you expect others to think of you? Qiong Huang asked a question, pressing each other tightly, to ask Ling Feng's true thoughts thoroughly.

"It's worth it, of course it's worth it. I was born with a cheap life, and if I can exert a trace of light and heat, it will also be a blessing. As for my efforts, it may be in vain, but I don't care. Ling Feng replied firmly and calmly, smiling happily.

Qiong Huang got this answer and finally nodded in satisfaction.