In the valley in the early morning, the morning sun shines all over the valley after the rain, making the trees and flowers that are stained with rain appear more and more golden.

The scent of roses permeated the valley, with occasional scents of earth and grass, and everything seemed so full of life.

Ling Hu Chong meditated cross-legged on a piece of bluestone, and the internal force was no longer hindered, but the many wounds on his body, even if they had been bandaged with the help of the Oriental girl, were still very painful. As the saying goes, learning from the pain is the truth.

"It seems that my injuries will need to be slowly recuperated before they fully recover, and then I will find a way to go to Blackwood Cliff to take revenge. Linghu Chongxin said.

The Oriental girl glanced at Ling Hu Chong deeply, and didn't come over to say anything comforting.

She turned and walked into the cave behind her, and after a while, she came out with a jasper flute in her hand.

The elegant and gentle sound of the flute sounded, Ling Hu Chong turned his head and nodded with a smile, he thought that the Oriental girl would only embroider and practice, but he didn't expect to be able to play the flute.

The melodious sound of the flute complements the bright scenery of this early morning, which is beautiful.

After a few moments, the song stopped.

"The sound of the flute is good. Ling Hu Chong sighed.

"Is there any shortcoming? You probably think it's better for Ren Yingying's little girl's flute to sound better. The Oriental girl frowned, and the corners of her mouth inadvertently flashed with that unique contemptuous smile.

Ling Hu Chong reached out and pinched the Dongfang girl's chin, and said, "Please don't laugh so contemptuously, okay? ”

The Dongfang girl glanced at him, waved her hand away and slapped Ling Hu Chong's hand, snorted coldly and turned to admire the rose on the side, too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Actually, your flute voice is really good, but it's not as good as the song of Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng that I once heard with the piano and flute ensemble. Linghu said.

"You said it plainly, these two men have been dead for more than a year, and it is impossible to hear such a song again. The Oriental girl said.

"Hehe, what do you think this is?" Linghu said.

The oriental girl looked back curiously, but saw Ling Hu Chong dangling a book in his hand, and there were four words written on the cover: "Smiling proud rivers and lakes".

"Do you know how to play the piano?" said the Oriental girl, glancing at Ling Hu Chong.

"I understand a little, I understand ...... slightly," Ling Hu Chong said with a smile.

So in the next period of time, in addition to recovering from his injuries, Ling Hu Chong studied this "Smiling Proud Jianghu" score with the Oriental girl. It is difficult to make great progress in martial arts to the point where they have reached such a level, but in terms of the way of music and rhythm, it is changing with each passing day.

Such a secluded life makes Ling Hu Chong's heart very comfortable and calm, but every late at night, he can hear the howl of wild beasts in the mountains, and Ling Hu Chong will always remember that night in the bamboo forest of Songshan Mountain, Qinglong sacrificed to save him.

How can this blood feud be forgotten?

Twenty-three days later, Ling Hu Chong's injuries finally fully recovered, and he was still sitting cross-legged on the big bluestone and playing the guqin.

The Oriental girl was standing beside the rose stand on the side, playing the flute very elegantly.

Ling Hu Chong glanced at the Oriental girl from time to time, and his eyes flowed, containing affectionate paragraphs.

This kind of piano and flute ensemble is less of a fighting spirit and more charming and tender than the ensemble of Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng.

The tone of the piano is peaceful and neutral, which makes people only feel the beauty of the music, but there is no excitement of the blood played by the music.

Because Ling Hu Chong feels that a good rhythm does not have to be so excited, he has to be sad but not sad, like mountains and flowing water.

Immediately afterwards, the rhyme of the piano gradually slowed down, as if Linghu Chong walked out dozens of feet away. The sound of the flute gradually sounded, just like the oriental girl slowly approaching, the sound of the flute was clear, high and low, light and flickering, low to the extreme, after a few circles, and then low again, although extremely low and very thin, each syllable is still clearly audible. Gradually, there are occasional pearl jumps in the bass, crisp and short, one after another.

The sound of the piano gradually rose higher, and when it reached a very high place, it rose smoothly again, but there was no sense of unsmoothness.

The sounds of the flute are both resonant with each other, and the syllables are clear.

The sound gradually increases, first like the splash of the spring, and then like a group of flowers competing for beauty, and the flowers are splendid.

More between the birds, I and, gradually the birds left, the spring flowers fell, but the sound of the rain was Xiaoxiao, a desolate and solemn image, fine

The rain continued, if there was nothing, and finally everything was silent.

The sound of the piano and the flute paused for a long time, the breeze blew, and the rose petals fluttered in the wind, and the fragrance was dense. The afterglow of the rhythm lingers, as if it is still in the ear.

Ling Hu Chong couldn't help but think at this moment: "For Qu Yang, Liu Zhengfeng and the previous Ling Hu Chong, of course their wishes are to hide away from the red dust of the rivers and lakes. Idle to play the piano and flute, comfortable and open. And is this really the life I want?"

"However, when I destroy Ren Xing and Lin Pingzhi and avenge my grievances, what else is there to pursue in the world of "Smiling Proud Jianghu"? But if I live in seclusion in the mountains and forests like this in the future and live a hermit life, can I really pick chrysanthemums under the east fence like Tao Yuanming and see Nanshan leisurely?"

After this song, Ling Hu Chong's heart was full of thoughts and thought a lot.

Finally, Ling Hu Chong remembered the things that he remembered in the depths of his memory and almost didn't think about it: "I am not a person who is proud of the world of rivers and lakes, and I am not even Ling Hu Chong." I'm just a person who inadvertently fell off the iceberg and my soul crossed over to the afterlife. My real name is Kou Hao! If I could go back, would I choose to go back? Wouldn't I never see the Oriental girl again?"

When Ling Hu Chong was thinking wildly, the Dongfang girl came over and knocked Ling Hu Chong's forehead twice with a jade flute.

"Hey, dear, why are you knocking me? I was so wise and stupid, if I was knocked by you a few times, wouldn't I be really stupid, what should I do?" Ling Hu Chong said helplessly.

"Hmph, what kind of kiss, who is related to you? I saw that you were stunned here after playing the piano, and I thought you had lost your soul!" said the Oriental girl.

Ling Hu Chong didn't think much about it anymore, after all, he really had no way to return to the previous world, not to mention, there was wine today, drunk today, and worries tomorrow.

So, Ling Hu Chong suddenly stared at the Dongfang girl and said, "I ask you a serious question, you have to answer it seriously." ”

"Well, let's hear it, just don't touch on my privacy. The Oriental girl said.

"What do you think you tasted like?" grapes, peaches or apples...... Ling Hu Chong asked.

"I think it's strawberries, I like to eat strawberries. The Oriental girl felt that this question was inexplicable, but she still thought of an answer casually.

Ling Hu Chong stood up, smiled indifferently, and said, "I don't believe it, let's try it." ”

So, Ling Hu Chong hugged the Oriental girl......

In the early morning of the next day, Ling Hu Chong took the Dongfang girl to Songshan, after all, this place was very close to Songshan, and more importantly, Ling Hu Chong planned to lead the people of the Wuyue faction to attack Heimu Cliff. Moreover, Ling Hu Chong can also summon the world's heroes as the head of the Wuyue faction to attack the demon sect.

This is much more reliable than his own lonely confrontation with any of his own actions.

Halfway up the mountain, she actually met Blue Phoenix and her men, and Ling Hu Chong asked, "Sister Phoenix, what are you doing here?"

"Hey, I heard that Brother Chong has been missing for more than half a month, but I didn't expect to see you here. Now that I've seen you, I'll be honest with you. Hey, who is this beautiful girl? Don't you want a holy aunt?" said Blue Phoenix with a frown.