Inside the Shattered Cloud Mountain Range, Huayun Sect Medical Pavilion

"Ahem~"

"Zhemei master, you're awake! Fast! Go tell Lingzhi quickly. ”

A few coughs made the disciples in the medical pavilion feel relieved joy, if it weren't for the strong internal strength of the head of Zhemei's perennial martial arts, the few claws of this wolf devouring ghost would definitely kill her.

"Master!" Yun Lingzhi rushed to hear the news, and his cloudy face could not hide his joy at the moment.

"Brother... How's the cloud boss? A weak voice came, and he had just walked away from the ghost gate, and he woke up worried about his brother, which showed the depth of the family relationship between the two.

Everyone bowed their heads, not knowing how to say this cruel reality.

"Head of the house... It's okay, I'm being treated in the side room of the Medical Pavilion, don't worry, Master. Yun Lingzhi was afraid that his master's body had not yet recovered and he would not be able to accept the blow of his brother's departure, so he lied and concealed it first.

"Don't lie to being a teacher, that old boy came to me last night, saying that he was leaving, let me take care of you little cubs, and go see him later, by the way, where did Sheng'er and Qing'er go, why didn't you see them?"

Yun Zhemei didn't know at this time that today was the day when Yun Zhezhi was buried.

"You have been unconscious for the past few days, and the two of them have sent Master Yun to Haojie Tomb on behalf of you and the deacons."

"What?! When did you leave? ”

"I left last night."

"Quick! Prepare the horses! I have to go to Haojie Tomb! As soon as Yun Zhemei wanted to get up, she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Master, lie down, how do you get this body, you tell the apprentice about something, and the apprentice will go for you." Yun Lingzhi helped Yun Zhemei back to the couch and asked worriedly.

"With Yunfeng's temperament, he will definitely have a conflict with Sheng'er, go and get pen and ink, you take my letter and jade flute, hurry up and hurry up!" Yun Zhemei held up her weak voice and explained the matter to Yun Lingzhi before lying down with a little relief.

Jiangnan Haojie Mound

The sound of the guzheng is clear and tactful, elegant and light, everyone looks up, it is a girl of the same age as Yun Musheng caressing the qin, the beating silk strings, the beautiful melody, as if flashing with natural clarity.

Looking at the person who stroked the piano again, the delicate and small face, the cherry lips and nose, a pair of apricot eyes with water, and a red dress not only did not wear out her innocence, but made the whole person look very energetic and charming.

Yun Musheng's eyes flickered slightly, and then returned to the appearance of dark clouds.

"Who are you? How dare you mess around here? Deacon Yun Feng got up angrily and asked, but the girl didn't pay attention, and only the young man sitting in front of the monument played the sheng in her eyes.

"The Lord of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion has an order, any decision and any action of the Lord of the Moon Palace today represents the Heavenly Machine Tower." A person behind the girl took out the token of the Tianji Building, and said with a lofty voice.

Yun Musheng, this kid was born in Huayun since he was a child, and he has never left half a step, how could this Tianjilou help him at this time, Yun Feng was puzzled.

But now that Huayun is no longer as strong as before, and the other party is Tianji Tower, which is as famous as Tianxuanzong, it is not good to say more, besides, only this one person plays in an ensemble, and it can't change the overall situation.

Outside the mourning hall, a group of people came one after another, and before they showed up, a burst of medicinal fragrance came to their noses, and Yun Feng hurriedly greeted him, it was Yaochi Sect, who was far away in Jinzhou, and had just arrived.

"It's a long way, we're late, please don't blame Deacon Yun." The voice of the person who spoke was cold, and his tone sounded gentle, and there was a slight domineering under the surface, but he didn't expect that the head of the Yaochi Sect, Miao Chenglan, came in person.

"Where is it, the wonderful master is tired, and Yunfeng is far away." Seeing this scene, Yun Feng hurriedly and respectfully welcomed the group in.

Suddenly, Yun Feng's face changed, and there was incomparable hatred in his eyes, he glared at the person behind Miao Chenglan, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by a sound of gonghou.

Yun Feng turned his head and looked at it, and was immediately dumbfounded, the group of Yaochi Sect who had just arrived actually took out the Konghou they had brought over and played with Yun Musheng.

"Hahahaha, it's lively, it's really lively, it's much more exciting than the last time I was in Shaolin, then let's not be idle, support this kid!"

Ji Qiyu, one of the six stars of Tianxuanzong, also took out the bamboo flute and joined the ensemble with a face that was not too big to see the excitement.

Seeing the three major schools playing in unison today, other small schools are not far behind, some playing drums, some rattles, for a time various musical instruments played together "Wind and Snow Yin", spread throughout the Haojie Tomb.

It was dizzying to hear, and even the red-clothed and white-haired swordsman not far away also hummed along, and this scene was very spectacular.

Yun Feng has always admired Yun Zhizhi on weekdays, to be honest, he doesn't care about what danger Yun Musheng will encounter after inheriting the Thousand Bird Sword, but he feels that there is only one person in this world who can be worthy of a thousand birds.

At this moment, Yun Feng couldn't hold back the anger in his heart anymore, and he couldn't care about the overall situation, and let out cruel words: "Huayun's affairs can only be counted by the ensemble of Huayun disciples, and other sects can't be counted, Yun Musheng, you can't take away this Thousand Bird Sword today!" ”

"One of the Seven Swords of Huayun, is it considered a disciple of Huayun!" The person behind Miao Chenglan also held a sheng engraved with the word cloud, sat next to Yun Musheng and played.

"Cloud Blue Cliff! You still have the face to come back! If you were there that day, how would the fragment of the Seven Killings Record be robbed, and how would the head of the cloud be... ”

Yun Feng paused and continued: "You must have been bewitched by the demon girl of this Yaochi Sect... ”

Before he finished speaking, Gong Hou showed a burst of murderous aura that rushed straight to Yun Feng during the play, Miao Chenglan didn't look at him, just the sound of the piano scared Yun Feng into a cold sweat, which made the deacon, who almost caused death, stop.

At the end of the song, everyone seemed to be still intoxicated by an improvised concert just now.

Obviously, although Hua Yun was the only one on Hua Yun's side who played with Yun Musheng, but counting the number of other sects and factions, Yun Musheng was an overwhelming victory, his eyes were still dim, and he was about to get up to pick up a thousand birds, but he was blocked by Hua Yun's deacons.

"Although there are many people who play with you today, none of them are from Huayun, as long as a few of our deacons are here today, you don't want to take this thousand birds!"

Yun Feng's words were strong and sharp, and the other deacons looked at their expressions, and they were also determined to let this thousand birds accompany Yun Zhizhi forever.

Most of the representatives of other sects and factions are just trying to be lively, after all, it is an internal matter of Huayun, and as an outsider, it is difficult to interfere.

"Scoundrel."

The girl in red glanced at Huayun's deacons, and then continued to look at the young man who wanted to take the sword.

If Yao Chi Sect Tingyun Musheng saw Yun Qingya's face, and Tianxuan Sect's participation in the ensemble was purely Ji Qiyu's blind stirring, why did the Moon Palace Lord of Tianji Tower want to help?

This started from two years ago, when Qiu Zhongbai, the owner of Tianji Building, visited Huayun.

Mausoleum 204 year, Broken Cloud Mountains, Meeting Hall

"Hahahaha, Lao Yun, you Broken Cloud Mountain Range, it's really hard to go, today, you have to accompany me to get drunk and rest!"

"Brother Zhongbai, if you want to say that you are still a scholar, you are still an alcoholic in your bones."

In the reception hall, the heads of the two major sects were drinking and having fun at this time, and when these two were young, they had studied with their classmates for a while, perhaps because they had the same smell, but they had become close friends for many years.

"What's the matter with the drunkard, I stole Mr. Private School's wine at that time, you didn't drink less, besides, I didn't build this Tianji Tower, and the poor people in the world were happy, and it lived up to Mr.'s expectations."

Qiu Zhongbai was a little drunk, and when he said this, a little proud look was unconsciously revealed.

"Hahahaha, huh? Zhongbai, just now you entered the reception hall, you didn't see your little niece, do you need to look for it? ”

"Don't worry, this smash is suffocated in the Tianji study on weekdays, this Broken Cloud Mountain Range has snow all year round, she may be playing in the snow, come, let's continue to drink!"

Outside the reception hall, a girl in red held a pile of snow in her hand, rolled it into a snowball, and threw it outside the wall, feeling so interesting.

"Ouch!" I only heard the shouts of a teenager from the other side of the wall, and maybe the snowball hit someone. Without waiting for the girl to react, the young man on the other side of the wall turned over and jumped over, so frightened that the girl in red hurriedly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were on the other side just now, you... Does it hurt? ”

The young man covered his head and looked at it, only to see that the girl in front of him was snow-white and soft, with eyebrows like willow leaves, ruddy lips, and autumn water in her eyes, and she was looking at herself at the moment.

For a while, there was a hint of blush on the young man's cheeks, except for the two senior sisters, it was the first time he had seen a girl with such a look.

"I, I... My name is Yun Musheng, you... What is your name? Yun Musheng, who is usually clever and eloquent, stuttered at this time.

The girl chuckled at this.

"The slave's surname is Qiu, and his name is Zhuan, usually everyone calls me Zhuan, do you still have a headache?"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, since everyone calls you Zhuao, wouldn't it seem uncreative if I call it again, in this way, I call you Qiuqiu, hahaha."

The young man covered his forehead and smiled brightly, his eyes were as clear as a mirror, and there were still some contours on his face, but it was still difficult to hide his childishness.

The girl only faces those boring poems and books in the Tianji study on weekdays, even if she travels with her uncle, she makes friends with either idle sons and brothers, or people who speak with an official accent and drag words every sentence.

The young man in front of him is still good-looking, and most importantly, there is an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

"Hmmm... Then I'll call you Yunyun! ”

"Haha, okay, let's go, I'll take you to visit other places in our Huayun."

In this way, the relationship between the two gradually became closer, and when they separated, Yun Musheng secretly gave the girl a carrier pigeon.

"Qiuqiu, if there is something in the future, I will use this carrier pigeon to write to me, and we will exchange letters."

"Hmm!" After Qiu Yuwei finished speaking, he playfully pinched Yun Musheng's left ear with his fingers, and then turned around and ran.

This scene was fully watched by Qiu Zhongbai. "Hehe, I want to come to my little niece to the age of the beginning of love." Zhongbai secretly had fun, and then led the team away.

Mausoleum 206 Jiangnan Haojie Tomb

"Yunfeng, what kind of thing are you, Sheng'er inherited the eldest brother's thousand birds, I am the first to agree! No matter what danger he is, with my Yunqing Cliff, he will not let Sheng'er make a mistake. ”

As he spoke, Yun Qingya held the famous sword in his hand and began to gather internal strength.

"Hehe, those who abandon the sect and ignore it, what kind of face do you have to say this."

Seeing that the two sides were about to start, suddenly there was a sound of galloping horses' hooves, and I saw Yun Lingzhi rushing over with Yun Zhemei's handwritten letter and personal jade flute.

"The head of Zhemei has an order, and the Thousand Bird Sword will take back Huayun for the time being, and when Yun Musheng becomes an adult, if he can pass the trial and become a deacon, he can inherit the Thousand Birds, if he does not pass, the Thousand Birds will sleep in the Haojie Tomb with the previous head of the cloud folded branches!"

Since Yun Zhemei meant, the deacons didn't say more, only Yun Feng might be angry and not subsided, and said unconvinced:

"Among our deacons, the youngest is over thirty years old, you want to become a deacon at the age of eighteen, not to mention other tests, just the eighth style of the Kuaixue Sword Technique, if you can learn it in two years, the position of my Yunfeng, personally let Xian!"

"Then it will be decided, and in the next year, another spring, the sheng cirrus clouds will also destroy the peak!"

Yun Musheng said, accompanied by Yun Qingya's heroic laughter, and Yun Lingzhi and Hua Wenqing left in front of everyone, at this time, at noon, his eyes were like the sky above his head, and the sun was shining.