Heaven is above [Rebirth]

As soon as Mo Luonian let go of Qianye's hand, Qianye lowered his eyes subconsciously, then exhaled shallowly, and tightened the mortal flute in his hand as if he had taken a lot of courage.

After a while, he put the mouth of the mortal flute to his lips, and then a calm and comfortable tune rang in the inn.

The melodious sound of the flute made people feel that they were in a different world, and their bodies were a little fluttering. Everything seemed to be in a dream, and they didn't want to wake up.

The tune is as gentle as a spring breeze, caressing people's cheeks slowly, making people fantasize.

"This, what song is this..."

"It seems that I have never heard of it."

"Where did it come from?"

"Over there." Although the door of the wing room where Qianye and the others stayed was tightly closed, hearing the various discussions of people outside, Qianye knew that even if he couldn't see, he could still imagine the person who said "over there" The way someone gives directions to others.

"Damn it, little brat, look, I won't scratch your..." face.

The man who was still scratching the boy's face back and forth with the hairpin, before he could say the face, his movements suddenly stopped, frowning as if he couldn't remember what he was doing.

The people who were still watching the theater at the bottom also stopped their attitude of continuing to watch the theater at this time, and they couldn't help but slightly raised their heads to look in Qianye's direction. Regardless of men, women, young or old, their eyes flashed with admiration and admiration, and countless pairs of eyes looked at Qianye from the window. Chu stared straight at Qianye's fairy-like face.

"sounds so good……"

"Yes!" Although it was a discussion, the discussion was not loud at all, as if they were afraid that their voices would be too loud to cover up the sound of the flute.

Qianye didn't feel the slightest discomfort when playing the flute. It seems that he is no longer under the control of this nightmare. Qianye was not disturbed by the discussion next to him, but fixed his eyes on the boy's direction There is no meaning of transfer.

The man frowned and followed the direction of the sound of the flute for a while, and then unconsciously let go of the hand that had been holding the hairpin. Then he turned his head to look at the young man, and a nervous and displeased look suddenly appeared on his face.

Before hearing the man's order, those who were still holding the young man let go of the young man's arms and let him go free. Then the man looked at the person in front of him, and then at the hairpin in his hand, feeling a little puzzled. Scratching his hair with his hand, he said slowly to the young man, "Second Young Master of the Shen family, isn't this your mother's property? Why is it in my hands, put it away for you, and don't lose it again."

The boy returned with a polite smile and said humbly, "Thank you."

Seeing this, although it ended with a good thing, Qianye's brows were tightly knit together, unable to relax for a long time.

Until the end of the song, the people who heard Qing Xiao still seemed to have not recovered from the dream, and they still closed their eyes tightly as if they were enjoying it.

Knowing that nothing would happen to them, Qianye turned his head and gently placed Fanshi Xiao on the table, still frowning and staring at it, as if he was thinking about something but couldn't figure it out.

Although he thought of Qianye's worries and doubts, Mo Luonian frowned subconsciously when he saw Qianye's tightly frowning expression. Said, "Don't frown, I feel bad."

Mo Luonian's words seemed to have magical powers, instantly calming Qianye's heart, and his frowning brows were slowly relaxed as Mo Luonian's fingertips massaged gently.

He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Mo Luonian's hand that was rubbing between his eyebrows, then raised his eyes to look at Mo Luo and asked in a young voice: "What's going on?"

Hearing this, Mo Luonian just smiled indifferently and said: "It's not considered purification, it just distracts people's anger, greed, obsession, and all bad desires." Pulling out his hand that was still held by Qianye, poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Qianye, and then filled another cup for himself.

"Really? Then why can it control ghosts and make them dissipate?" Now Qianye has realized that this mortal flute has this ability, so he believes what Mo Luonian said, but he doesn't believe it. That's all it can do.

Mo Luonian paused while holding the teacup, pursed his lips and thought for a while before saying, "Qianye, I know you want to make up for your mistakes, so if you wanted to do something but didn't have time to do it, I'll do it for you , and other things, you don’t need to know.” The extremely gentle tone of the voice was slightly sad, which made Qianye’s heart twitch hard following Mo Luonian’s words.

This mortal flute is made from Mo Luonian's shoulder bones, and it is completely different from the one he made thousands of years ago. Even if Mo Luonian didn't want to say it, Qianye knew very well that the person who created it The process will never be easy.

Knowing what Mo Luonian didn't want to say, he would definitely never ask again. Then he suddenly thought of the scene of meeting his master in the mortal world, and after thinking about what they were talking about Mo Luonian, Qianye's eyes suddenly changed. It was a little sore and unbearable, and the fox's eyes were swollen and aching. He raised his red eyes, looked at Mo Luonian and asked tremblingly, "Mo Luonian, have you ever blamed me?"

He already knew that Qianye was an emotional person, and he himself didn't talk much, so he didn't want to say so much, but he didn't expect that he would almost make people cry. Mo Luonian's heart immediately tensed up. , quickly got up and walked to Qianye.

Holding up Qianye's face with his hands, without saying a word, he slightly lowered his head and kissed Qianye's eyes. Qianye's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and his face turned red instantly. He quickly pulled Momo away with his hands. Luo Nian was still holding his face in his hands, lowered his head and said in a mosquito-like voice, "What are you doing!"

Seeing his shy look, Mo Luonian curled his lips into a smile, stretched out his hand to pull Qianye into his arms, stroked his hair and said, "You don't need to blame me, after all, this is me. owe you."

Hearing his words, Qianye felt sad again, and finally said in a muffled voice, "You don't owe me anything long ago."

"So, I want to treat you better and make you feel that you still owe me. In this way, I can ask you to accompany me to the end." This is his real purpose. He will not mess with Qianye. Lost.

Qianye's body froze suddenly, and his whole body seemed to be warmed immediately. He leaned softly in Mo Luonian's arms, and said after a long time: "Okay." In this life, let's be fine all the time!

"Did that song just come from that wing~"

"Seems to be……"

"Let's go, let's go take a look."

"It's not good!"

"...Then you don't have to go." Hearing this man's tone, there was a little more contempt, as if he was saying that you don't want to know who the person playing the flute is.

"Hey~ wait for me..." It didn't take long for the two of them to express their friendship to each other, and the noise outside the door immediately disrupted their nerves.

Qianye raised his head that was still buried in Mo Luonian's arms, his fox eyes were full of teasing: "Is this the power of your mortal flute?"

Qianye's eyes always seemed to be filled with light. Mo Luonian seemed to be unable to move his eyes away after just one glance. He raised his hand to gently trace Qianye's eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's not mine, it's your."

Qianye was already used to being teased, so he just looked at him with a funny face at this time, then slowly stood up and raised his eyebrows with a smile and said, "Still teasing? What should we do now?" Anyway, going out from the main entrance is definitely not going to work now. Can't jump out of the window?But there are also people below!

Mo Luonian's eyes cleared up for a moment, he raised his hand to straighten Qianye's long hair on his forehead, and said lightly: "If you don't flirt, I won't either." The next second, Mo Luonian held onto Qianye's hair tightly. Zhu Qianye's hand seemed unwilling to let go.

"Bang Dang" suddenly resounded in this wing room, so shocking that others couldn't help frowning and digging their ears to let themselves get used to the sudden discomfort.

Seeing that knocking on the door was useless, because the people inside didn't respond at all, and they didn't even pay attention to it. In the end, those people were really impatient, so they discussed whether they could knock the door open so that they could see the true face of the flute player , They want to see what kind of person can play such a shocking tune.

"Hey, let me tell you, how can you break in without the consent of others?"

"You said you were annoying or not, so didn't you come in anyway?"

"Aren't I stopping you?"

"You..." Why are you making trouble so unreasonably?At that time, the two who had been discussing whether to enter or not outside the door were arguing again at this time.

The people who followed in one after another were also holding a joke attitude, but at this time they didn't see the person playing the flute in the wing room, and they were stunned.

Hearing those two people still talking, one of the people behind couldn't help reminding: "Stop arguing, you came here to see people, and now everyone has run away."

"What? Run away!" The two who heard it were startled, and said this sentence in unison, and then immediately turned their heads to look into the room.

Sure enough, there was really no one in the wing room at this time, and the person who insisted on breaking in immediately ran to the window position unwillingly, leaned out half of his body and looked out, and said without thinking: "Jump the window!" Impossible! It’s so high, could it be that the sound of the flute didn’t come from here?”

Seeing this situation, the person who had been on the opposite side from him just now sneered, and said in a low voice: "Oh, let you be impatient, you have been busy for nothing!"

The man turned his head and glared at the speaker, and said in a muffled voice: "You have to go back and kill you." As soon as the words came out, the man really stopped talking, and subconsciously covered his mouth with his hand, only However, the look in the eyes of the man became a little sad.

"Hahaha..." A gentleman who looked like a literati with a folding fan in his hand walked up to the person who was still at the window with a tacit understanding, and laughed twice.

Then he patted the man's shoulder twice with the folding fan, looked at the man who was still covering his mouth with his hand and said, "Don't go too far." The ambiguous emotion in his eyes seemed unclear.

Hearing his moderate voice, the people standing not far away blushed, lowered their heads and dared not look into anyone's eyes anymore.

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