Soon a day passed, Lin Fan and the old beggar decided to stay and wait for Luo Qingfeng to finish refining the purple dragon bamboo before leaving, anyway, they were not in a hurry, when to go to Yuqing and Shangqing were the same.

At the end of the day, the beggar and Luo Qingfeng talked about the past and the present, and the words and deeds of these two rare saints in the world represent the rhythm of the avenue, which can bring Lin Fan infinite inspiration.

The old beggar is as quiet as a tree, Luo Qingfeng is as thin as the wind, the two saints give people a completely different feeling, but in terms of cultivation, it is obviously a step above the old beggar, even if he seals most of his own skills, it still gives Lin Fan an unfathomable feeling like an abyss like the sea.

Time passed minute by minute, and gradually the day was rising, and the time for the purple dragon bamboo to mature was almost close.

The purple dragon bamboo is becoming more and more crystal clear, and there is a faint dragon chant and the rhythm of the avenue coming from the crystal clear lilac bamboo pole, as if there is a divine dragon sleeping in it, and it is about to soar into the sky!

The purple dragon bamboo, whose crystal clear branches are like purple jade, began to slowly grow strange veins, which looked like ancient talismans, but if you look closely, those veins look like dragons flying one after another!

"The purple dragon bamboo can only grow in five thousand years, I happened to come here five thousand years ago and met this purple dragon bamboo that is still in the state of bamboo shoots, at that time because the flute in the hand is still there, so I didn't care, and now the weapon in my hand is ruined, I came here to find this purple dragon bamboo, I didn't expect it to be there, just solved my big problem. Luo Qingfeng looked at the purple dragon bamboo that was about to mature and said.

"The purple dragon bamboo is rare, it can be met but not sought, compared to the refining is enough to replace your flute. The old beggar spoke.

Luo Qingfeng shook his head, with a trace of sadness in his expression, and then he took out a flute that had been broken into two pieces and was as verdant as jade.

"Summer flowers and autumn thanks...... Even if the same flower blooms again next year, it will not be the same as before......" Luo Qingfeng said, his words were as carefree as the wind, but with a deep sadness.

"The flute is broken...... Memories and the past are also broken......" Luo Qingfeng seemed to fall into deep memories, and the flute in his hand that was broken into two must have a very important meaning to him.

The old beggar and Lin Fan were silent and did not speak, each of them had their own past. And this past is something that others can't talk about, and it can't be changed, just like Lin Fan came to the Kyushu Wilderness because of the twists and turns of fate, although the past can't be admonished, but the future can still be chased!

"There's nothing to be done...... A song falls on the breeze, and the sky is broken with a snap of the fingers...... No matter how strong she is, she can't save her life!" Luo Qingfeng sighed, the deep pain in his heart also infected Lin Fan in this instant.

"At the end of the song, you should also completely cut off the past, otherwise it will become an obstacle on your path of cultivation. Seeing that Luo Qingfeng was stuck in the past, the old beggar reminded that his voice was like Huang Zhong Da Lu washing people's hearts.

"Yes, but didn't you go out of the past, senior?" Luo Qingfeng woke up from the past. I can't help but ask.

"It seems that I am indeed not qualified to speak of you, and the scars of the past are also difficult to erase. The old beggar replied calmly, Lin Fan was shocked for fear that the old man would fall into that crazy state again.

"We have all come to this realm, there is no predecessor who is not a senior, let's encourage it, let's walk out of the past together!" said the beggar old man, the breath on his body was very stable, and it seemed that he would not go crazy in a short time.

"Encouragement!" Luo Qingfeng smiled, and at this time, the purple dragon bamboo was also mature. His gaze was drawn to it.

The purple dragon bamboo matured, the dragon's chant resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the aura surging in the green bamboo sea condensed into a mist. Purple dragon-shaped veins detached from the purple dragon bamboo, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and then slowly growing and revolving around the crystal clear bamboo trunk like purple jade.

"5,000 years of life are not easy to come by, although you have not given birth to spiritual intelligence. But please forgive me!" Luo Qingfeng bowed to the purple dragon bamboo, and then went up and used his palm as a blade to cut off the entire purple dragon bamboo, because the purple dragon itself was a very small one. It is only by cutting it off in its entirety that it can be made into a complete flute.

The cut off purple dragon bamboo was quietly suspended in Luo Qingfeng's palm, and those dragon-shaped veins were still flying around the purple dragon bamboo that had lost its vitality, and it would never be abandoned!

Luo Qingfeng's palm talisman manifested, carefully carved and drilled on the purple dragon bamboo, and a flute with the breath of natural avenue was about to be born with the sound of the dragon.

The flute was quickly completed, Luo Qingfeng tried to play it, and a song of ethereal Dao sound slowly poured out like spring water, and there was a faint echo of the dragon's groan, which seemed to be particularly "immortal".

The sound of the flute is melodious, sometimes like a babbling stream, sometimes like the waves of the endless river that rushes for thousands of miles, sometimes like the melting of ice and snow in the spring, and the revival of all things, sometimes like the withering of plants and trees in the late autumn and the depression of the heavens and the earth, sometimes like the echo of the empty valley, sometimes like the rain that is fleeting in an instant......

This song is called "Falling Breeze", which encompasses my life, even the life of a saint is like the duckweed in the wind and rain, and my life is like the breeze wandering between heaven and earth without any sustenance. The flute was cut off, leaving a trace of sadness and regret that could not be washed away.

"Sometimes the lack is also a kind of beauty, like the ephemeral moment of beauty. The old beggar turned his eyes, only to see that this vast bamboo sea bloomed countless pale yellow flowers, and then withered in an instant, full of residual flowers, the bamboo sea also fell into a death-like silence, those verdant bamboos began to slowly turn yellow, lost the luster of life, bamboo leaves fell, soon spread all over the bamboo sea, set off a decaying atmosphere.

"It's a pity, I didn't mean to. Luo Qingfeng sighed and said, he stroked the purple bamboo flute, and seemed to have found the feeling of the past.

"Although I recalled the sad things of the year today, my heart is a lot easier, you come here, I will pass you a method, I hope to give you some help" Luo Qingfeng suddenly turned to Lin Fan and said.

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, since this saint wants to preach his Dao and Dharma powers, this is a great thing, you must know that the Dharma of the Dao saints is broad and profound, contains the way of heaven, surpasses many magical powers in the world, and is above ordinary people, which can be met but not sought.

Lin Fan gladly accepted, he came to Luo Qingfeng, only to see Luo Qingfeng tap Lin Fan's eyebrows with a finger, and a mysterious and profound divine thought was transmitted into Lin Fan's primordial spirit.

"This method is called 'Breaking the Sky Finger', a song of Luo Qingfeng, snapping the fingers to break the sky, the second half of the sentence is derived from this, you are good to understand, not to pass on to others. Luo Qingfeng retracted his finger and said.

"A song falls on the breeze, and the sky is broken with a snap of your fingers...... At the end of the song, people are scattered, even if the heavens and the earth are shattered with a flick of the fingers? Remember that it is not the heavens that are broken, but the heart! This is the method that I created after her death, and it is impossible to cultivate successfully without that state of mind. Luo Qingfeng said, Lin Fan was still happy with the sage to pass on his method at this time, and he didn't care too much about what Luo Qingfeng said.

"The law has been preached, the wish has been granted, and there are still difficult battles waiting for me in the future. Luo Qingfeng whispered, and the old beggar also frowned deeply at this time.

"You have to hurry up, this flute still has to be warmed up with the Yuan Shen. Luo Qingfeng said, pinning the flute to his waist, and filling the bamboo wine glass with wine again, which was regarded as a parting.

"Someone is coming, it seems to be coming for Zilong Bamboo. The old beggar just raised his wine glass, and his ears suddenly moved.

"It's nothing, it's just some juniors. Luo Qingfeng shook his head and smiled and said, he looked as indifferent as the wind, but he is not the kind of person who can do whatever he wants, maybe it is because the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility!

"The person who came seems to be related to you, and you have a trace of the same aura in you, but it will dissipate. The beggar man drank half a glass of wine and looked up at Lin Fan and said, at this time, there was a sound of stepping on bamboo leaves from outside the withered yellow bamboo, and the person who came had approached here.

"Oh, look at who it is?" Lin Fan was surprised, but the old beggar said it was too vague for Lin Fan to be sure who was coming.

I only heard the ethereal and exquisite fairy sound, a white jade chariot slowly fell, Chu Yunmeng, who was like a Guanghan fairy, sat in it, caressing the strings, playing the fairy sound, the white jade chariot was followed by many Yun Mengze's disciples and elders, I don't know what to do here.

"How can it be her? Could it be that you can still find out my whereabouts in this way? This Great Chu State's ability is too strong, right?" Lin Fan was obviously stunned when he saw Chu Yunmeng, and the first thought in his mind was that Chu Yunmeng was here to hunt him down.

"Lin Fan, why are you here!" Chu Yunmeng also noticed Lin Fan who was drinking with the beggar old man and Luo Qingfeng at this time, she obviously didn't realize that those two were powerhouses in the saint realm, and her attention was focused on Lin Fan, who looked at ease.

"You shameless man, give me back the power of Yunmengze Heaven and Earth, and return my bracelet!" Chu Yunmeng's silver teeth were about to be crushed, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"I'm sorry, I won't vomit out what I eat in my stomach!" Lin Fan said with a cold face, he might be afraid of Chu Yunmeng when he was alone here, but there were two saints sitting next to him now, and Chu Yunmeng couldn't make a little wave no matter how powerful he was.

"Then I'll kill you!" Chu Yunmeng gritted her teeth and said, as she spoke, she turned her hand and slapped out a white talisman seal and bombarded Lin Fan, with a posture of wanting to kill Lin Fan, and she herself did have a strong murderous intent towards Lin Fan.

"It's really a narrow road, but it's not good for girls to shout and kill!" Luo Qingfeng picked up a piece of withered yellow bamboo leaf and smashed the talisman seal with a flick of his fingers, leaving no breath.

The withered yellow bamboo leaves slowly fell without any damage, which brought a deep shock to everyone in Yunmengze!

"Sage......" Chu Yunmeng reacted after a long time, and looked at Lin Fan and the others, with deep jealousy in his eyes. (To be continued......)