"I didn't expect that there would be such a stunning appearance among ordinary people, and it is rare in the sect," Daokong sighed.

Then without waiting for Xuan Qingzi to respond, a dodge disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already not far from the small pavilion.

"Who, what are you doing here?" The little maid first discovered Daokong and asked anxiously with a little panic.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and a pair of wonderful eyes immediately looked at the Daokong outside the small pavilion.

Daokong hid the intoxication on his face, hugged his fists and said: "The girl is abrupt, but Fang heard the fairy sound, and he was intoxicated with this, and he didn't pay attention to it, looking at the girl Haihan."

"Miss, do you want to call the guard?" said the little maid a little nervously.

"No, this person has a good temperament, and his identity must not be underestimated" Meng Yueyao frowned and said calmly. In the end, she is a young lady from a martial arts family, different from ordinary boudoir ladies.

Daokong smiled slightly when he heard this, of course the whispered conversation between the master and servant couldn't hide it from him.

"When I heard the sound of the girl's piano and saw that I was happy, I wondered if I could ask the young lady for advice?"

Meng Yueyao smiled slightly: "Of course you can, please advise." Showing everyone's demeanor, she is still standing at the current peak of the piano art, unable to go to the next level, and hopes to learn from and break through.

Daokong did not procrastinate, with a wave of his hand, a seat and an antique carved guqin appeared on the ground out of thin air, and then began to play.

The master and servant in the small pavilion were also shocked when they saw the seat guqin that appeared out of thin air, and they confirmed that this person was not simple.

Listening to the beautiful sound of the piano, the master and servant were like being in a thousand flowers, like ethereal in the clouds, but this song was the song played by Meng Yueyao just now.

After a long time after the sound of the piano, Meng Yueyao woke up from the song like a fairy sound, looked at the little maid with a happy look in her eyes, and knew that she was still intoxicated, and then got up and saluted from afar: "Gongzi Dacai, playing this song is far better than me."

Daokong: "The girl's piano skills are already excellent in this secular world, but among the immortal cultivators, the level of my playing just now is not mediocre."

Meng Yueyao's eyes lit up slightly and said, "Is Childe an immortal cultivator?" Although immortal cultivators are like immortals to mortals, as dreamers of martial arts heroes, they still know more than ordinary people.

Daokong: "Exactly, when the girl played the lyrics and music just now, if you use "ethereal piano player" here, it will make this song even more exciting." As he spoke, he demonstrated it.

Meng Yueyao's eyes lit up after hearing this, and then she slowly sat down and began to play.

However, at this moment, the space above the pavilion fluctuated, and the surroundings seemed to stand still in an instant, and a falling leaf not far away suddenly hovered and mid-air. Meng Yueyao's hands were also still, and her bright eyes seemed to be frozen. An old man in sackcloth with white hair appeared out of thin air. Daokong looked up with a feeling, his eyes suddenly shot out of excitement, and then he hugged his fists and bowed: "Daokong greets the ancestor."

The old man glanced at Daokong lightly: "You are Yun Qing's disciple, did you find any abnormal aura a few days ago?" Then he glanced lightly at Xuan Qingzi, who appeared not far away and bowed with his fists folded.

Daokong was overjoyed when he heard this, and the ancestor actually knew him, and hurriedly replied: "Yun Qing is the family teacher, a few days ago in the southwest direction, there was a brilliant atmosphere, inviolable atmosphere, but it disappeared without a trace just waiting to be tracked."

The old man nodded slightly when he heard this, and was about to leave, "Huh" looked at Meng Yueyao below, only to see that in the old man's eyes, Meng Yueyao was actually wrapped around her body with gray air currents flowing slowly, and said with a strange look: "This woman is actually "Bing Qing with Yin Body". Then he glanced at Daokong meaningfully and left.

Daokong breathed a sigh of relief, he was still very stressed in front of the ancestor, and after thinking about what the ancestor said, "Bingqing contains the yin body" couldn't help but show ecstasy.

"Bingqing contains yin body" special physique, the body contains a large amount of Yuan Yin power, and can continue to regenerate, it is the double cultivation of immortal cultivators, and the furnace that is coveted by supplements. Then there are not many mortals in the world, this kind of physique is still difficult to find, if it is a virgin Yuan Yin, it has a strong auxiliary effect on the monk to break through the realm.

"If this woman is the pinnacle of the Yudan, and at the same time you double cultivate, it will increase the chances of two layers for you," Xuan Qingzi said.

Daokong heard the words, and his eyes lit up like stars. It is necessary to know that there are many monks who are not known to be in the world, but there are not many monks in Yuanying, and the difference between Yudan and Yuanying is the difference between heaven and earth, and the gap between life forms. Countless Jiedan monks have not been able to step into the Yuanying in their lifetimes, just because this threshold is too difficult, and the probability of ordinary monks succeeding in impacting the Yuanying is less than one percent, which shows that it is really terrifying that the "Bingqing Yin Body" can increase the success rate of two layers.

After the ancestor left, the leaves hovering in the air began to fall slowly, and Meng Yueyao continued to play, not even aware of the arrival and departure of the old man.

When the playing was over, Daokong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he had a plan in his heart.

Meng Yueyao got up and saluted Daokong Yaoyao: "Thank you Gongzi for teaching, I have some new experience of piano art after playing this song, but at this time, I should also leave, I hope Gongzi will forgive me." After that, wake up the little maid who is still drunk.

Daokong smiled slightly when he heard this: "The girl is at her own convenience, I will stay in Qingxi City for a few days, hoping to discuss it with the girl again."

Meng Yueyao nodded slightly and left with the qin.

Daokong stared at Meng Yueyao's departing graceful back, his eyes were strange, although he could forcibly take Meng Yueyao away, but he disdained it, he had the pride of a monk, he would let Meng Yueyao go with him willingly.

While practicing the exercises, Lu Feng studied the Yin Tianxi and the "Nine Xuan Xingchen Jue" that appeared in his brain. Yin Tianxi did not have any abnormalities in his mind, but the "Nine Xuan Xingchen Jue" could only be viewed partially.

With his current strength, he could only check one trick called "Induction Chapter" in his mind. Experiencing the "Induction Chapter" of the Nine Xuan Xingchen Formula, according to the description of the formula, when the induction is successful, you can sense the aura. Along the way, he kept trying according to the method, but he was never able to sense the aura of heaven and earth, although he had the qualification to cultivate immortals, but the constant failure made him anxious. The "Induction Chapter" describes the method of sensing the aura of heaven and earth, and different cultivation methods have different ways of sensing aura. Being able to sense aura is the premise of cultivating immortals.

After several days of traveling, Lu Feng finally came to Mengjia Castle, looking at the familiar scenery around him, his mood was complicated. He understood the rules of Meng Yueyao's life and went to the peak where Meng Yueyao liked to play the piano.

Looking at the small pavilion on the top of the mountain from afar, the sound of the silk piano has already entered his ears, Lu Feng thought about the past Yue Yao music, and the happy time of his sword dancing may be very few in the future, and he couldn't help but feel gloomy.

Quickened his pace, came to a big tree dozens of zhang away from the small pavilion, looked into the pavilion, and felt a pang in his heart, only to see a man and a woman in the small pavilion with their backs to Lu Feng, facing the pavilion, no more than a fist away, talking softly, tapping his fingers from time to time, Meng Yueyao occasionally nodded and showed a sudden look. The little maid Chunxiao stood aside, looking at the young handsome man in white in the pavilion with a look of adoration, obviously having been influenced by Daokong and being impressed these days.

When Lu Feng arrived at the range of Mengjia Fort, Daokong found him, but he didn't care, and when Lu Feng came here without hindrance, he had a realization in his heart, "It was because of him."

Feeling the eyes behind him that were about to pierce himself, Daokong smiled at Meng Yueyao, and the surrounding scenery was discolored. There was a trace of evil in his eyes like a star, and then he said: "Yueyao, are you willing to leave this worldly place with me, you and I will cultivate immortals together and set foot in immortality."

Meng Yueyao's body trembled, turned her head and looked at Daokong Dao obsessively: "I do", and then gently leaned her head on Daokong's shoulder.

Chunxiao was surprised and quickly covered her mouth, not daring to say more.

This question and answer, different from the previous vague voice, penetrated into Lu Feng's ears very clearly, and exploded in his heart, making Lu Feng lose his mind instantly, looking at Meng Yueyao leaning on Daokong's shoulder, his eyes full of disbelief and horror.

Lu Feng only felt that the world was spinning, as if the whole world was beginning to collapse, no matter where he was, he could not escape the fate of being buried, the despair in his heart could not be vented, his right hand slowly pressed his chest, and he looked down at his right hand to hold down his heart that was still beating violently, and muttered: "It hurts!"

A trace of blood slowly left at the corner of his mouth, but Lu Feng didn't know it, his mind was blank, full of despair, heartache, disbelief and gloom.

"Did you leave me?" Lu Feng muttered.

Two tears slowly fell down Lu Feng's fair cheeks, who said that men don't flick when they have tears? It's just that they haven't reached the sad place! The two tears fell on the grass and made two slight sounds, as if they were complaining about Lu Feng's suffering.

The eyes full of agility were also dim at this time, as if they had lost their souls.

Lu Feng turned around slowly, after his father's death, the dark wound that was damaged by his heart did not fully recover, at this time it was like making matters worse, first the sideburns on both sides slowly turned white, and when he turned around completely, Lu Feng already had gray hair.

Lu Feng didn't care about the graying of his hair and the blood at the corners of his mouth, he pressed his hand to his chest, and his figure staggered away slowly.

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng" A smiling girl shouted to a teenager running rapidly in the mountains.

When the young man heard the shout, he stopped, looked at the girl who appeared not far away, his eyes lit up and said, "Sister Yueyao, why did you get up so early?" and then ran towards the girl.

"My father said that you want to practice in the morning, I will come with you, I also brought the piano, when you are tired, I will play a song for you to relieve your fatigue" Meng Yue Yaojiao smiled.

Lu Feng said happily: "That's good, let's go to the peak first." Then without waiting for Meng Yueyao to speak, she turned around and squatted.

Meng Yueyao glanced at Lu Feng shyly, and then slowly lay on Lu Feng's back.

Lu Feng didn't talk nonsense, picked up Meng Yueyao on his back, and went to the top of the mountain, leaving laughter and laughter all the way.

Lu Feng gradually struggled out of his memories, looking at the scenery around him, there was no longer the slightest expectation and joy, only endless pain and sorrow.

I don't know how long it took, like a headless fly walking aimlessly, thorns pierced the gorgeous clothes, a pair of white cloud-stepping shoes were also full of mud, the silk white scarf disappeared at some point, the hair like a touch of snow flew messily in the breeze, the eyes were hollow, and the back staggered.