Yunfeng Inn, in a guest room on the third floor, Yun Mu opened his eyes from his breath and silently experienced the changes in the aura in his body.

After a moment, Lin Yun stretched out his right hand, and a trace of flame appeared in his palm, slowly condensing into a fireball the size of an egg.

The moment the fireball appeared, the temperature in the room instantly rose, and the heat wave rolled and swept around.

Yun Mu looked at the burning fireball and felt that his spiritual power was passing rapidly, and it would be about a few dozen breaths before it would completely dissipate.

Suddenly, Yun Mu's right hand grabbed violently, and the fireball disappeared in an instant, leaving only a trace of flame falling like petals, dissipating in mid-air.

After a few breaths, Yun Mu looked at his right hand and felt a trace of burning breath.

"It's still that the soul is too weak, if it is as the book says, the soul is strong enough to a certain extent, and the spell can be retracted freely. Now, I can't control my spiritual power very well, and there is no solution in the book, so it seems that I can only explore and practice by myself. Yun Mu shook his head and sighed,

A good teacher is what he lacks now, cultivating immortals all the way, rugged and long, and the dangers are countless, if you find an immortal gate to worship, it will be much better.

Then, he stood up and pushed open the window, and suddenly a fresh breeze blew in his face, bringing a slight coolness.

Outside the window, the sky is clear, the white clouds are long, and in the clear blue sky, a few birds fly by, making a crisp and pleasant call, as if singing.

On the streets, pedestrians come and go, crowding each other forward, making noises. Occasionally, a carriage came galloping from a distance, whizzing away amid the exclamations of the people.

Yun Mu looked at everything in front of him, his face was very calm, he had been living in Cloud City for three months, and he also knew some things about the situation here.

The Eastern District is the most prosperous area of Cloud City, where there are many restaurants, many shops, and some families have taken root here.

Among these families, the Lin family is undoubtedly the most powerful family, one of the four major families in Cloud City, its power is huge, the number of people is large, large and small shops are set up all over Cloud City, and some families have also attached themselves to it and sought refuge from it.

However, according to others, the development of the Lin family is not smooth, a few decades ago, the Lin family suffered a disaster of extermination, the clan was almost slaughtered, and the sphere of influence was also sharply reduced.

But just after the contemporary head of the family sacrificed a jade plaque, all opponents were wiped out in an instant. Gradually, some people began to rumor that there was an immortal in the Lin family, and the Lin family became prosperous again.

After a short rest, Yun Mu closed the window, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the bed, starting the day's cultivation.

Since Yun Mu got Xianfanlu, he found that he could only open the first page of the book. And on this first page, only the cultivation method and two spells are written, and there are no other methods.

The mental method, Yun Mu has long been familiar with the heart, and there is a trace of spiritual energy pouring into his dantian during the operation, and his soul is also growing unconsciously.

And these two spells are the Clear Wind Technique and the Technique of Fire Control.

As for the Qingfeng Technique, Yun Mu was not very proficient in mastering it, and he could only speed up his three-layer movement speed, which was far from the highest realm mentioned in the book.

Fire control is also just getting started, and it can be condensed and formed in one breath. But now his cultivation is too low, and he can only perform it six times at most, and he can't maintain more than 100 breaths.

There are no years of cultivation, and when you close and open your eyes, it is the time of sunset and dusk.

Yun Mu exhaled a breath of turbid breath and slowly opened his eyes, after a day of cultivation, he could feel that a small part of the third spiritual vein in his body had been dredged, and there was already spiritual power slowly infiltrating in.

Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun shrouded the sky, and large fiery clouds burned quietly in the air like flames. The originally noisy and noisy streets have also been deserted, and only a few vendors still have small stalls.

"Have you heard? Last night, one of the Lin family's shops was burglarized!" said a middle-aged man who was drinking on the first floor of the inn.

At this time, a big man sitting not far from him took a sip of wine and said, "I've heard about it a long time ago, and it's not other things that are stolen, it was some time ago that the Lin family spent a lot of money to buy a Dan furnace!"

"Dan furnace? What is the value of Dan furnace? I have several of them!"

"What do you know, it is rumored that it is a Dan furnace used by immortals, and it can practice an elixir!" Dahan stared at the people in the inn with wide eyes.

"Immortals, what immortals, I don't think there are immortals in this world at all! That's just to deceive us!" someone preached unconvinced.

"You can't say that, there are gods three feet above your head, and no one knows if there are immortals. ”

"I don't know if there is one, let me tell you, I saw immortals when I was a child......"

On the window seat on the first floor, Yun Mu listened to everyone's conversation, and his eyes showed contemplation, "The Lin family, the Dan furnace, the immortals, could it be that the Lin family really has immortals......" Yun Mu narrowed his eyes and took a sip of tea.

After a long time, he stood up, no longer listening to the gossip of the people in the inn, but preparing to go to see the cloud city at night, maybe he would gain something.

Cloud City at night is different from the desertion at dusk. At this time, red lanterns were hung on the beams of each inn and restaurant, and some children ran wildly on the streets, laughing like silver bells.

Yun Mu walked in the crowd, looking at the bustling streets and pedestrians, and felt some emotion in his heart.

He suddenly thought about the village deep in the mountains, how his parents and sister were doing, and whether they were okay.

Following his heart, he left the village, wanting to come to this cloud city to find the immortal gate, worship in it, become a powerful monk, and witness the larger and vast world.

Suddenly, Yun Mu heard the sound of a flute not far away, the flute sound was melodious, tranquil, and refreshing.

Like the rain and dew in spring that nourish all things, and like the mountain stream flowing slowly, people feel a trace of tranquility and serenity, as if washing away the dirt in their hearts, and everything becomes translucent.

Yun Mu stopped, looked for sound, and saw a woman in white standing on the bow of the boat, holding a jade flute in her hand and playing softly.

The woman's appearance was extremely beautiful, her skin was like congealed fat, her figure was graceful, and her hair was scattered in the breeze, dyed silver white by the moonlight.

The sound of the flute echoed around, and many people stopped like Yun Mu and quietly appreciated. In the sound of the flute, everything is so quiet, people can't help but sink into it and reminisce about the passing years.

I don't know how long later, the sound of the flute gradually dissipated, and the woman in white standing on the bow of the boat did not know where she went, only the catkins in the sky fell one after another, falling on the surface of the river, causing ripples.

Yun Mu looked at the catkins that were gone away with the water, and his eyes showed thought.

In addition to the tranquility and serenity of this flute, he also felt a faint sadness. It was as if the person who stroked the flute had some indescribable sorrow, but he could not express it, and could only hide it in the sound of the flute.

A fresh breeze blows, and the weeping willows by the river dance in the wind. Beside the weeping willows, a woman dressed in white stepped from the bow of the boat onto the shore, followed by a girl of twelve or thirteen years old.

Yun Mu noticed that such a woman was the one who played the flute just now, and he stood on the bridge and looked calmly.

The woman raised her jade hand and pulled a few strands of windblown hair behind her ears, a smile on her face.

The woman and the girl walked in tandem and walked slowly forward.

Suddenly, the woman paused, turned and looked around, as if sensing someone watching her in the distance.

"What's the matter, miss?" asked the girl softly.

"No, nothing?" replied, the woman shook her head.

In the river, Yun Mu lay on a rented boat, looking at the bright moon in the sky, and slowly closed his eyes in the soft humming of the boatman.

At the moment when he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear the melodious flute again, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Look, there's a young man there, so handsome. On the shore, a young girl pointed at Yun Mu and whispered.

"You girl, Sichun. The young lady glanced at her maid ring and covered her mouth with a coquettish smile.

"What's the ...... Look, miss. The girl's face blushed slightly.

In the humming of the boatman, in the melodious and serene sound of the flute, under the illumination of the moonlight, the boat gradually moved away with the river......

Early this morning, Yun Mu sat up from the bow of the boat in a drowsy manner, patted his head, and looked around a little blankly.

Here, the water is no longer clear, it becomes colorful, and the air is filled with a faint smell of rouge.

Yun Mu stood up, only to see a magnificent, carved and painted attic appeared in front of his eyes, and the plaque of the attic was engraved with the words Yingyuan Pavilion.

At the same time, at the entrance of the attic, a man walked out from within, yawning in his mouth, and behind him there were escort servants, all nodding and smiling.

Among those who leave occasionally, reward them with some silver taels to make them even more respectful.

At this moment, the street is sparsely populated and deserted, and a gust of wind blows, rolling up the leaves that have fallen last night.

Yun Mu walked onto the shore and slowly walked towards the Yingyuan Pavilion in the surprised gaze of the little maid.

"Excuse me, where is this?" asked Yun Mu with a fist at the little guy.

When the little guy at the door saw Yun Mu like this, he suddenly felt a little funny. He glanced at Yun Mu and said with a smile: "Yingyuan Pavilion, the largest place of smoke and willows in the whole Cloud City."

Yesterday, he drifted with the water, moving forward in a dream, and he didn't know where he drifted all night, and he didn't see the boatman when he got up.

Yun Mu bowed his head lightly after hearing this, and was about to leave when he heard a voice from behind.

"This son, I'm sorry, the old man occasionally felt a cold last night, so he came here to spend the night, leaving you alone on the boat, how much offended, I hope to forgive me. ”

Yun Mu turned to look, but saw the boatman who held the boat last night walking towards Yun Mu with a little apology on his face.

"It's okay, I wonder if the boatman is leaving now?" Yun Mu asked.

"Yes, Childe, please. The boatman laughed.

Yun Mu bowed his head slightly, and was about to step away, when suddenly he felt a trace of spiritual power emanating from this Yingyuan Pavilion.

"There are monks here!" Yun Mu's eyes froze, and he turned to look at the attic behind him.

"Childe?" the boatman looked at Yun Mu in some surprise and shouted softly.

Yun Mu came back to his senses, smiled slightly, and walked towards the boat.