Chapter 7: Born Out of a Cocoon (5)

After dinner, Fu Shuai talked with Yue Fan for a while, and then they left.

After staying quietly in the room for a long time, Yue Fan had a whim, but he couldn't rest. So he walked out of the bamboo hut alone, came to the edge of the cliff, and silently looked ahead, it was endless darkness.

At this time, Yue Fan's mood was extremely complicated. On the one hand, he is happy that Xiaoice can accept him, on the other hand, he is full of worries about the unknown future.

What should I do in the future? stay or leave?

People are sometimes very selfish, and Yue Fan is no exception, he has just experienced a little nourishment of family affection, how can he be willing to leave like this. But what should she do if she stays behind? Now that she is imprisoned by the Great Venerable Word, I am afraid that she is facing loneliness and loneliness, as well as endless pain and torture alone.

Thinking that Chenxiang was suffering, Yue Fan's heart felt as uncomfortable as if he had been twisted by a knife. He can't let go of Xiaoice, let alone give up Dust Xiang, he needs a strong strength, enough to fight against Dazun's power, enough to change his fate.

Yue Fan carried his hands behind his back, and a cold light flashed in his eyes...... The night wind is cold, and his heart is even colder!

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With thoughts fluctuating in his heart, Yue Fan took out a bamboo flute from his arms and slowly put it to his mouth.

"Uhhh

The melodious sound of the flute sounded in this quiet night sky...... With a long and short sigh, it went straight up to the clouds, as if there was a faint layer of sadness between the whole heaven and earth.

How many images have flashed through the memory? To this day, all that is left is sentimentality.

Quiet at night, people are sleepless, and the stars are shining with a snap of their fingers.

There are no words, no words and no thoughts, and he raises his head and asks the world wide.

The east wind is broken, the dream is half round, the meaning is inexhaustible, and the love is far away.

Not for the bright moon, if you know the bitterness of parting, look through the autumn water and red dust, and a song is full of sorrow.

Is it sadness, is it resentment, or sighs!

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The peaks in the distance are lit up.

In the hut, Fu Shuai and Yan Yueshi were about to rest, when they suddenly heard a flute in their ears.

"Lao Fu, it should be Brother Yue Fan playing the flute, right?"

"Alas, who else but him, such a sad flute!"

"He was in a good mood just now, why is he so depressed now?"

"Maybe it's touching the scene, thinking of the dusty girl!"

"Let's go out and have a look. ”

"Yes. ”

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When the two walked outside, they found that Xiaoice was already standing here, her eyes were red, and a pool of tears was dripping.

"Little girl, what are you thinking?"

Yan Yueshi took Xiaoice into her arms and gently stroked her back.

The little girl said in a slightly choked voice, "I...... I heard someone playing the flute, so I came out to take a look. Godmother, do you know who is playing the flute? Why do I feel so sad when I hear the sound of this flute, and I want to cry. ”

"This ......"

Yan Yueshi hesitated slightly, and finally told the little girl: "This is your father playing the flute, and he misses your mother very much......"

Fu Shuai sighed heavily from the side: "Xiaoice, don't blame your father, they left you behind, there is no bitterness!"

Xiaoice nodded and looked at Fu Shuai, "Righteous father, what does my mother look like?"

Fu Shuai stroked the little girl's head and said, "She is very beautiful and kind, it is difficult to find a second woman like her in the world." ”

"Oh. ”

Xiaoice did not continue to ask, looking up at the cliff,

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Outside the conscience, Wen Zongqing and Quan Qing stood side by side, also looking at the cliff, it seemed that the master and apprentice were also attracted by Yue Fan's flute.

"Master, Brother Li's flute is so sad, what's wrong with him?"

Quan Qing was unsettled, thinking that a stone suddenly fell into the surface of a calm lake, causing ripples.

"He's venting his thoughts. ”

Wen Zongqing said expressionlessly: "How many years, this is the first time that my Asking Heart Cliff has sounded the flute, although it doesn't blow well, but it is quite affectionate...... Forget it, let it be, young people have love and hate in their hearts, and they always have to vent, otherwise they will accumulate into knots and hurt their bodies. ”

When Quan Qing heard this, he said with a gloomy face: "Master, is there really no way to save Brother Li?"

Wen Zong said indifferently, "I have thought of all the ways I can think of, no way is no way, I am a medical immortal, not an immortal, I have no ability to bring the dead back to life, I have said everything that should be said, what to do in the end, whether it can be successful, it depends on Li Yuefan's own understanding." ”

The sound of the flute echoed in his ears, and Izumi Qingzheng listened attentively, and the sound stopped abruptly.

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On the cliff, Yue Fan finished blowing half of the song, and his mood gradually calmed down.

Yue Fan understood that now was not the time to be sad, there were still many things waiting for him to complete, and he needed firmer determination and stronger strength. Of course, the most important thing at the moment is to solve your own personal problems first.

How can I get back to life, how can I repair a broken soul, and what can I do to increase my strength?

Strength...... Strength...... Life......

Thinking of what Wen Zongqing said today, Yue Fan had a touch of spiritual light in his mind, and then his mind was immersed.

The vitality in the body is sluggish, and a faint breath swims in the meridians, although it is very weak, it is incomparably pure. Yue Fan knew that it was the remnants of Yuan Force after he burned his life, and he didn't know why he was stranded.

According to Wen Zongqing, vitality is the derivation of a breath of life vitality, and life vitality comes from the vitality of heaven and earth. That is to say, if Yue Fan wants to restore the vitality in his body, he must at least keep the vitality of his life from disappearing...... Perhaps, his turning point is in this trace of Yuan Force in his body.

Carefully recalling Wen Zongqing's explanation, Yue Fan now finally figured out what was going on with the Yuan Force in his body, and why he was able to refine the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi without going mad.

Yuan force is an external force generated after refining the Yuan Qi between heaven and earth, this external force is similar to the existence of the true element, and it provides powerful power for the human body, but the former is from refining the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, and the latter is from refining the spiritual power of Heaven and Earth.

It stands to reason that the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is the origin of all things, and even if it can be forcibly absorbed, it is difficult to refine it, and in the end, it will only outweigh the losses. However, Yue Fan's cultivation method found a different way, using the seven emotions as a guide to transform the vitality of heaven and earth into the power of the seven emotions, so that he could refine the power of the seven emotions into his own yuan power through the realm of perception.

Yue Fan used to only know what it was, but he didn't know why, but now, he really had a systematic understanding of his cultivation method.

With this understanding, I finally have a clue what to do next.

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