Han Lin stood on top of the hill and looked into the distance. A full moon in the sky sprinkled a silvery white halo on the earth, and occasionally a cold wind blew, causing the trees to rustle.

"I don't know what Uncle Meng and my aunt are doing now?

Han Lin silently thought in his heart, and when he heard Luo Sheng talk about his life experience in the afternoon, Han Lin's mind also appeared his life experience.

The villagers of Qinghua Village are also very good to him, just like relatives, and will give him any good things. Now that he has come to the Lingyue Sect to cultivate immortals, with the lifespan of a cultivator of a hundred years, I am afraid that he will never have the opportunity to meet again in this life.

If he hadn't gone back after three months, Uncle Meng and his aunt would have been worried.

The more he thought about it, the more Han Lin felt that there was a sense that things were wrong, obviously he hadn't experienced much time, but his heart seemed to have become vicissitudes.

"This is probably the demonic obstacle that Senior Sister Du said, but I didn't expect that a monk who had just entered the cultivation realm also encountered it. ”

Han Lin was thoughtful, and immediately discovered that something was wrong with him, usually he would never have such a state of mind, after all, he had been familiar with the sage books for so many years, he had already stopped his heart, and he would definitely not be angry because of foreign objects.

Han Lin looked down at the palm prints on his palm, the feeling of boredom in his heart swelled more and more, even this cold night wind couldn't calm him down.

"Seeing the nature of the heart! Seeing the nature of the heart!"

Han Lin muttered, some cold sweat had already broken out on his forehead at this moment, he seemed to have walked into an endless road, obviously there was a road in front of him, why couldn't he finish it?

Therefore, Han Lin could only silently tell himself in his heart that he would see his nature clearly, know his true self, and not be disturbed by demonic obstacles.

Suddenly, Han Lin, who was anxious in his heart, remembered something, he took out the bamboo flute placed on his waist and blew it gently.

This is an unknown song, at the beginning of the timbre is low, like the whining of the wind blowing in the sand hole, and the rustle of the wind blowing the leaves at this time, it sounds particularly dull, and the whole small valley is the sound of this bamboo flute.

After that, the rhythm of the bamboo flute changed, and suddenly became impassioned, as if there was a heavy drum beat, as well as the cheers of countless people, this sound was like thunder, each sound hit the hearts of the people, so that the listeners unconsciously cheered......

After that, the music actually underwent a third change, no longer the previous generosity, and became low again, but this low is different from the previous one, this is a kind of calmness after hard work and success, and there is joy hidden in the calmness. The music is soothing, making people feel relaxed and drowsy after listening to it.

At this moment, everything was silent, only Han Lin's flute sound sounded in the hollow, and it was endless for a long time......

"What's this song called?"

Suddenly, Du Xiaomei's voice appeared behind Han Lin, her tone was still cold, although she was asking others, she didn't have the attitude of asking.

"This song is called returning to the hometown under the moon, which was created by my father in the past. ”

"The junior brother saw the moon and stars sparse today, the cold wind was bleak, and the sense of vicissitudes suddenly arose in his heart, and he remembered the old and young in the village, so he played this song. ”

Han Lin didn't reply, he just stroked the bamboo flute in his hand and felt the lines on it little by little.

"Your father is a strange man, and this song is very moving, immersive, sad and joyful. If I heard me right, this should be the story of a scholar. ”

Han Lin nodded,

"Returning to his hometown under the moon, it is the scholar who returns to his hometown alone, this is a complete story. ”

"The scholar studied hard for ten years, experienced all kinds of difficulties, and endured a lot of hardships, but he persevered. Finally one day, he went to the capital to take the exam, and because of his knowledge, he was appointed by the emperor as the champion. ”

"Zhuang Yuanlang, a tall horse, dressed in red, the emperor gave him a fine dress to return to his hometown, and arranged a lot of people and horses to protect him. ”

But he could not wait to go home, so he broke away from the group, and rode home alone on a full moon night, just to see the girl he wanted to see. ”

"The title of this song is taken from the content of verse 3, hence the name of the moon and returning to the hometown......"

"I am still in my hometown under the moon, my hometown is far away, and the girl I want to see is also far away. The joy and anger of mortals are also the joys and anger of cultivators, and no one can avoid the existence of feelings. ”

"It's just that for a cultivator's long life, feelings will only become an obstacle on the path of cultivation, and only by being ruthless and without desire can he go straight to the other side of cultivation. ”

"You will gradually understand that feelings are a bond, a hindrance, and a chain that must be broken. ”

Du Xiaomei looked at Han Lin's back and said indifferently.

"Senior sister is a ruthless and desireless person?"

Han Lin turned his head to look at Du Xiaomei, the silver-white moonlight sprinkled on her face, making her face look extraordinarily holy, like a fairy above the nine heavens, which made Han Lin lose his mind for a while.

"Yes. ”

A cold word spit out from Du Xiaomei's mouth.

For a while, there was silence all around, and it seemed that only this pair of senior sisters and brothers were left in the world, looking at each other like this until they were old.

Suddenly, Han Lin shook his head and chuckled, breaking the silence around him,

"If Senior Sister is a ruthless and desireless person, then she will not lead Senior Brother into the Lingyue Sect. ”

Han Lin stared at Du Xiaomei's cold eyes, wanting to see how she would react, but he miscalculated. Those eyes are ancient and waveless, and they do not change in the slightest because of external objects.

After a while, Du Xiaomei spoke again,

"I'm just coming to see you today, is there any discomfort on the first day of staying in this Lingyue Sect?"

"Since you don't feel sick, I'm leaving. ”

Anyway, she didn't give Han Lin a chance to say goodbye, she jumped up, and the imperial sword took off to her cave.

"You still say that you are ruthless and desireless, don't you care about people?"

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Han Lin pinned the bamboo flute to his waist and looked back at Mingyue behind him for the last time.

"Wait for me, Father, and I will fulfill your last wish. The high-headed horse wears a red robe, and returns to his hometown under the moon. ”

Han Lin thought silently in his heart, the thoughts in his heart were much clearer, and he felt refreshed for a while, and the spiritual power in his body was running much smoother.

Back in the room, that strange feeling came to his heart, Han Lin frowned unconsciously, and suddenly, his gaze fell on the mysterious beast skin.

He suddenly remembered that when this mysterious animal skin was placed on him, it sucked his spiritual power,

"Could it be that this animal skin is absorbing the aura around it? ”

"What the hell are you, and what is your purpose?"

Han Lin snorted, his eyes staring at the animal skin like a sharp sword.

He had always thought that this hide was alive, but in the past he only thought it was an illusion, but what happened now made him firm in his previous suspicions.

However, to Han Lin's disappointment, although the animal skin was mysterious and abnormal, it never reacted, and it seemed to have no life.

"I should have the illusion that although this animal skin is mysterious, it is only a small piece, how can it be alive. ”

Han Lin breathed a long sigh of relief, climbed onto the bed and fell asleep, but he secretly kept a heart in his heart, as if he had not slept yet.

If this mysterious beast skin was not a living being, then it would be fine, if it was a living being, Han Lin's words would also make him relax his vigilance, so that Han Lin could catch his horse's feet.