Meanwhile...

Shattering the Void Sect...

The top of the Forbidden Mountain...

The altar at this time was very different from when Chen Jin came to learn "Eagle Feather Yao Empty Technique" before. The night breeze is not urgent, and when there are no clouds, the moonlight flows down very peacefully.

Whining...

The mournful flute ...

Whining...

and like the sound of the wind...

Whining...

Faintly, but even more so.

Whining...

Sometimes it's tactful, but mostly it's a poignant tone.

Whining...

The sound scattered and flew in all directions, and finally seemed to converge on the top of this forbidden mountain, that is, at this time, it was vaguely visible, a vague figure.

Whining...

From the outline, you can probably tell that it is a man.

Whining...

But very tall and slender, confusing, and sometimes nowhere to be found.

Whining...

Hats and veils.

Whining...

I only heard the sound of the flute, and I saw the person, but I didn't know who it was.

It's like a mystery.

Woo woo woo ...

The sound of the flute became more and more poignant, as if it was narrating something, to the depths of love.

Whining...

But this old thing is rotten and embarrassing, how can I look back?

The flute is boneless.

Whining...

It is long, and it seems that it has never been broken.

Whining...

The moon is sprinkled...

Whining...

Only the faint and fragmentary shadow of this person was left...

Whining...

Is the flute like a poem? . .

Whining...

Is that a poem? . .

Whining...

Wan Lai seemed to have long since died out, as if he was quietly listening to his solo.

Whining...

It seems that everything has long been empty, only the sound of the flute is intoxicating, like a fantasy...

Whining...

Suddenly...

Whining...

Abruptly, the figure swayed, and there was no trace of it anymore...

Only the sound of the flute remains...

Whining...