The sound of the flute is like snow, waving down on the cliff of love, as if there are endless tossing and turning, lingering and complaining.

The injury has been paid to the orchestra since ancient times, and pieces of meditation have destroyed the Chinese years. The sound of the flute on the cliff is like longing, it seems to be real and illusory, and it is sad and gloomy.

The ink bamboo moved, and a bamboo leaf was knocked down by the sound of the flute, and then the breeze whispered, like a sigh from the bottom of the heart of the amorous premature Huafa person, and the bamboo leaf was blown up again, and flew away from Jiang Zuobuyi's eyes, as if a night of lovesickness only frowned and entered his heart.

Jiang Zuo Buyi smiled stupidly, and the frost hair on his sideburns was blown away by the wind, like the sorrow of sneaking into a dream with the wind. He looked up at the cross-love cliff, and the clouds and mist quietly transformed, like the dreams left in the long wind last night, piled up with sorrow.

Qin Zhongweng had been listening to it for a long time, and felt more and more unbelievable and difficult to investigate, so he gently poked out his fingers, and when he drew Jiang Zuo Buyi's eyes, he didn't say anything, and jumped up, like a dragon going out to sea, flying straight to the cliff.

Jiang Zuo Buyi raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and then raised his voice: "I don't know who is Yaxing on the cliff, and he is alone to make a flute? The whistling sound was agitated, and it was incessant for a long time, and the sound of the flute on the cliff seemed to have been torn apart by the whistling, and it was hoarse and silent for a while.

The whistling sound was still echoing, Jiang Zuobu's body flickered, and he had already cast the wind scripture in the Vientiane True Scripture, swaying up, and suddenly crossed Qin Zhongweng and swept up the cliff of crossing the sky.

The sound of the flute seems to be intermittent, the faint mist is like being born and extinguished, and the cliff is empty and blurry, but there is nowhere to find the person who blows the flute. Jiang Zuo Buyi said indifferently: "Since you are invited by the sound of the flute, why do you hide your form? Such a small family, isn't it smiling and generous?" As he spoke, Shi Shiran approached a boulder at the top of the cliff. The boulder is black and green, and the shape is strange, like an eagle falcon,

At this time, Qin Zhongweng floated like a light cloud, squinted at Jiang Zuo Buyi walking towards the boulder, and asked, "Didn't Jiang Lang think that the man was behind the boulder?"

"No, no. Jiang Zuo Buyi said calmly: "Although you can hide behind the boulder, only the young people will do so, and in front of Jiang Lang's eyes and ears, after stealing the boulder, wouldn't it not only deceive Jiang Lang's ears and eyes, but also cover his ears and steal the bell." ”

Before the words landed, Jiang Zuo Buyi slapped out his palms, and his strength was like a huge wave crashing into the air tearing apart thousands of piles of snow. The wind roared like a tiger on the cliff, and the thunder was faintly slaughtered.

Seeing that the strength will rush to the boulder, it will be strange again. The boulder swept into the air unbelievably, as light as a paper kite, moving like a spinning top, and swept in the air.

Fang Shang's eyebrows and Xin'er looked surprised, their eyes were cold, and they felt that this matter was very strange.

Jiang Zuo Buyi laughed, his body was like light smoke, and the big bird pounced on the boulder that was still flying endlessly, between the electric light and stone fire, he had already bullied the boulder, his big sleeves were stretched, his fingers were angry, and a wisp of green silk tied the sharp horns of the boulder's beak like an eagle's falcon, and the true qi shot out from between his fingers, penetrating through the green silk, faintly becoming the color of frost and snow.

At that time, Jiang Zuo Buyi traveled with the Emperor of the Sun to travel between the Eight Wildernesses, seeking advice in Kyushu, and was favored by the Zhongzhou giant Mai Cyclamen and his wife, and was able to cultivate the Yin and Yang Movement and Mutual Birth Divine Skill, and the pure Yang True Qi of the Imperial Emperor and the Pure Yin True Qi of the Softest and Extreme Cold are compatible, complement each other, cultivate each other, do whatever you want, and change as much as you like. At this time, what he used was the Ruyi Cold Gaze Finger.

The boulder fell to the ground abruptly, and then it was unfathomably transformed into a beautiful young man.

This young man is dressed in a green shirt, Fengdu is handsome, and he is like a fairy, as if he is the first suave man in heaven and earth, and Yuyu Qionglou is unparalleled and amorous.

With a hole flute in his palm, the young man looked at Jiang Zuo Buyi with a smile and said, "Your Excellency's eyes are like electricity, and you have actually seen through the dream inducing illusion technique below, and it really makes people look up to the mountains." ”

Jiang Zuo Buyi said: "Is Your Excellency praising Jiang Lang's cleverness, or are you proud of the thousands of methods you have used to guide your own methods?"

The young man laughed, his expression was elegant, his demeanor was dignified, and he said: "Heroes know heroes, and naturally cherish each other. ”

Qin Zhongweng asked in a cold voice, "You young man, who are you sacred?"

The young man waved the flute in his hand, chuckled silently, and just looked at Jiang Zuo Buyi.

Jiang Zuobu frowned and said: "This dream-inducing illusion technique is the unpassed technique of the Spiritual Illusion Palace Master, and your Excellency must have a deep relationship with the Spiritual Illusion Palace Lord. ”

The young man bowed his head and said: "Jiang Lang Minda Bowang, it really didn't get his name." He is the disciple of the palace master of the Spirit Palace, surnamed Xuanyuan, and his double name is worry-free. ”

Jiang Zuo Buyi looked at the young man who claimed to be Xuanyuan carefree, and asked, "When did Your Excellency Chengtian's grace also arrive at the Spiritual Illusion Secret Realm, which is difficult to communicate with the Spiritual Illusion Palace?"

Xuanyuan said with a worry-free smile: "In the world, Jiang Zuo Buyi is not the only immortal fate that has been determined, and it is also a great fate between the next and here, if you ask when you will be here, as long as you ask your mother-in-law for advice in person, you will naturally know." ”

Jiang Zuo Buyi sighed and said, "The Palace Master of the Spiritual Illusion Palace invited Jiang Lang here this time, could it be that it is for His Excellency that Jiang Lang is looking for to enter the Spiritual Illusion Secret Realm and it is difficult to get out?"

Xuanyuan Wuwu's eyes were like stars and moons, and he shone firmly on Jiang Zuobuyi's face, and said, "Jiang Lang's words, although they are not far away. ”