Fox Demon: Li Chungang’s talent at the beginning, simulates reincarnation

The flute sounds are like flowing water in the mountains, ebbing and flowing, extremely melodious.

But such an ordinary flute sound seems to have magical power.

It can soothe people's hearts.

When everyone's eyes fell on General Bai again, they saw that he had returned to his senses and was no longer as ferocious as before.

The hand holding Dongfang Huaizhu's neck gradually let go.

She kept shouting and shouting repeatedly: "Brother, my brother..."

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

General Bai was comforted, all because of the sudden sound of the flute.

"Who is playing the flute?"

"Is it the ancestor of Yiling?"

"Hahaha, how is this possible? Who in the world doesn't know that the ancestor of Yiling died a long time ago. He died under the siege of hundreds of Taoist alliances sixteen years ago!"

"But what's going on with this flute sound?"

.....................

Everyone at the scene was talking a lot. After looking around, there was no one at all.

at the same time.

Dongfang Huaizhu, who had saved his life from General Bai, had already collapsed on the ground the moment he heard the sound of the flute.

In an instant, her reaction was no less than that of General Bai.

Unconsciously, even the sound of breathing became rapid.

The familiar sound of the flute gradually brought back the dusty memories in Dongfang Huaizhu's heart.

Leave her in deep thought.

Bits and pieces of the past come to mind involuntarily.

"Sister..."

That was a young man who had always liked to follow her since she was a child.

Young and full of energy.

He always has a playful and smiling face on weekdays. Even if he is scolded or punished, he is never really angry.

Every time he walked, he never walked in a proper manner. However, he was such the best junior brother, but he personally lost him.

She wanted to find him.

She took him home, but sixteen years had already made her heart numb.

Now, however...

Others may not be able to hear the sound of the flute in front of her, but she can feel the music. Only that person could play it.

Apart from him, who else in the world can play this piece of music perfectly and exactly the same?

In the past, that person taught her step by step.

After reacting, Dongfang Huaizhu looked around with a pair of beautiful eyes: "Axian, are you still alive?"

My heart trembled.

His eyes were full of surprise and excitement, and all kinds of emotions appeared in his heart in an instant.

The already despairing heart was once again filled with hope.

She stood up, held the bamboo flute tightly and put it to her mouth, hoping to get a response from the man.

But when she just blew it, the flute sound suddenly disappeared without giving her any chance to cooperate.

disappeared without a trace.

The sound of the flute goes as quickly as it comes.

The time before and after was only a quarter of an hour, but it was deeply memorable.

When you hear the sound of the flute disappear for a moment.

Dongfang Huaizhu's expression was stunned and he immediately panicked.

The panicked Dongfang Huaizhu felt that the sky was about to collapse. He looked like he was going crazy and searched everywhere in the mass grave.

With her was General Bai, who was frightened by the world.

However, it took them a long time to search together.

There was no trace of the man who played the flute behind him.

In an instant.

Dongfang Huaizhu seemed to have understood something. He couldn't control his body and collapsed on the ground. He covered his face and cried bitterly: "Axian, is it you?"

"If you are still alive, why don't you come out to see Senior Sister!"

"Axian..."

I burst into tears.

Those who hear it are sad, and those who listen are moved.

The fairy cried, which made everyone present feel heartbroken, but no one dared to come close to comfort her.

After all, her face is as beautiful as a fairy in the sky and cannot be desecrated.

Mortals don't even have the courage to get close.

When the flute of expectation never sounded again.

Dongfang Huaizhu was completely disheartened.

She had a dull expression on her face: "Axian, are you still blaming Senior Sister and being angry with Senior Sister?"

"Axian, can you forgive me?"

"Sister, I have no choice but to face difficulties. If you are still alive, please come out and meet me!!!"

As if talking to himself, Dongfang Huaizhu shouted loudly to the surroundings.

But no matter how loud she shouted.

There was no response at all, there was only silence around.

In the middle of the night, the only sound was the squawking of crows flying on the branches.

at last.

Dongfang Huaizhu was disappointed.

Yes.

If A Xian was still alive, how could he possibly forgive her.

I lost him with my own hands back then.

What was lost was not only the person, but also the heart.

If a person is gone, you can find him back, but if your heart is gone, then he is really gone.

at the same time.

the other side.

Dongfang Yue's eyes when he looked at Xu Changqing had completely changed.

It was like he had seen a ghost.

"Gao...Brother Gao Shou, are you really my damn uncle resurrected from the dead?"

Dongfang Yue was trembling crazily here, his tone trembling.

Others may not know it, but he is right next to Xu Changqing.

How could it not be clear?

The person who played the flute just now was Xu Changqing.

Playing with the flute in his hand, Xu Changqing raised the corners of his mouth and said with a hint of joking: "Xiao Yue, in front of me, it's not good to talk about a dead uncle in one mouthful, isn't it?"

Dongfang Yue quickly covered his mouth. With a strong desire to survive, he nodded and bowed: "Uncle, you are my biological uncle!"

"If you want to cause trouble, go to my mother. My mother taught me to say this. This has nothing to do with me!"

Listening to Dongfang Yue Yue's sophistry, the smile on Xu Changqing's face became even stronger.

Just when he was planning to leave with Dongfang Yue Yue.

Dongfang Yuechu stepped forward and asked seriously: "Brother Gao Shou, are you really my uncle?"

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing and not wanting to be beaten, he quickly changed his words.

Xu Changqing stopped, turned around and cast his gaze on Dongfang Yue Yue, "Seriously, you already have the answer, don't you?"

Dongfang Yue was shocked and swallowed: "Uncle..."

When Xu Changqing played the ghost flute, there were those people outside.

In fact, Dongfang Yue already had the answer in his heart.

He didn't expect that this mysterious master brother was actually his damn uncle!

When he thought of his suicide words before, Dongfang Yue immediately turned into a little licking dog and hugged his thighs tightly: "Uncle, I always admire you!"

"My mother has taught me since I was a child that when I grow up, I will become a man like my uncle who can stir up troubles in the world!"

"I have always regarded my uncle as my idol since I was a child!"

"My admiration for you is like the surging water of the Yellow River, which is overflowing and out of control!"

Xu Changqing slapped him in disgust: "Don't flatter me, this is a joke from the last century."

Although he was disliked, Dongfang Yue continued to lick her.

Hard lick!

After all, his uncle is the ancestor of Yiling.

Such an awesome and powerful person.

If you say on the street that your uncle is the ancestor of Yiling.

It seems like he will be beaten to death, right?

………………

Just as he was slightly dazed.

Xu Changqing was already far ahead.

Dongfang Yueyu hurriedly caught up with him, panting and saying: "Slow down, wait for me, uncle..."

"That fairy sister wearing a veil just now, if I guessed correctly, she must be the aunt that my mother often talks about."

"Uncle, are you sure you don't want to see her before leaving?"