Feng Qing

It was the first time Sufeng had encountered Qing Xuan's unusual tactics, so he didn't know how to deal with it at first, but gradually he found out how to attack Qing Xuan.

However, just after he got acquainted with him, Qing Xuan suddenly changed again. This time he stopped attacking in close quarters, retreated to his original place, raised his hand to catch the jade flute thrown out by him, and put the jade flute on the A gleam of light flashed across her lips, but it was a pity that Sufeng couldn't see it.

"Sufeng, be careful. The next piece is very pleasant, but it's also very dangerous. It depends on how you deal with it." Qing Xuan finished with a smile and played the flute.

Qingyue melodious, but with a decisive breath.In the sound of the flute, the sad, cheerful, human emotions and desires are all contained in this piece played by Qing Xuan.

The first time he heard the tune, Yao covered Qing Sixuan's ears.

"Eh? Yao, why are you plugging my ears?" Qing Sixuan didn't understand. After so many years, it was the first time she heard her brother play the flute he carried with him, but Yao blocked her ears.

"Don't listen, you don't have enough will, but you will get lost in the sound of Qing Xuan's flute, and then unconsciously, you don't even know how you died." Yao reminded Qing Sixuan softly.

After listening to Yao's words, Qing Sixuan's smiling face turned pale. Looking at her brother who was clearly smiling but playing the death song, she seemed to understand why her brother didn't play the flute easily.

"Brother him?"

"Don't worry, he'll be fine."

"In this world, the only ones who can hurt him are himself, and..." Yao looked at Sufeng, who was intoxicated by the sound of Qingxuan's flute, and said with a frown, "That person."

Qing Sixuan did not see the look in Yao's eyes.Therefore, she didn't know who Yao was referring to.

Looking at Sufeng who was lost in the sound of his flute, Qing Xuan frowned.

Because, he found that while Sufeng was resisting, the Yanyu on his body gave off a burning sensation.

However, so what, Sufeng can't win today's battle.

Leaving aside the cultivation of profound strength, just talking about himself, he is a dual cultivator of both mysterious and martial arts, and his physical strength must surpass Sufeng.

However, Qingxuan knew that even a practitioner of profound strength could practice physical skills to strengthen the physical body.

He cannot be taken lightly.

He couldn't take everything about this man lightly.

However, what did Sufeng see in the sound of Qingxuan's flute?

What he saw was Qing Xuan when he was a child.On the day he fell from the sky, Qing Xuan's panicked appearance, and those eyes that he would never lose.

That rich purple became his only memory of Qing Xuan.

In other words, his memory is very good, and he can remember it forever after just one glance.

However, Qing Xuan was the only one who remembered only those unforgettable eyes.

When the screen changed, Sufeng saw the day she picked up Yan Ziling.

Looking at Yan Ziling's eyes, Qing Xuan didn't feel amazed, but felt that she had grown up and had a little more charm than her childhood.

But he never thought about whether this person is the same person as the ta he met when he was a child.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in Sufeng's chest, he struggled hard, looking at the clear picture in front of him, it turned blood-colored.

The "little girl" I saw when I was a child was surrounded by blood, and her body was also covered in blood.

He didn't understand what this meant, but he knew that what he saw was not what he experienced, but the sound of Qing Xuan's flute.

Just when Sufeng was about to break free, the scene in front of him changed again.

This time, it was not Luoxiaoshan, but Haozhou Realm Lord's Mansion.

His mother's gentle voice kept ringing in his ears, he followed the voice and saw his mother smiling and waving to him.

Sufeng happily ran over, and when he was about to go to his mother, a line of blood and tears left in her eyes.

Eyes, ears, mouth and nose were bleeding, but Liuying disappeared in front of Sufeng in just a split second, leaving only blood all over the floor.

"No!" Sufeng shouted in a broken voice.

Qingxuan's flute sound suddenly became more and more fierce, Sufeng held her head, and in her mind was the picture of the firefly just turning into blood.

This image has been lingering in his mind. In his mind, even when he opened his eyes, he could still see the image of his mother slowly turning into blood.

Suddenly, the originally sharp sound of the flute became softer.

A vast expanse of whiteness appeared in front of her eyes, and Sufeng kept walking into the depths.But no matter how deep he went, what caught his eyes was still fog.

Suddenly, in the depths of the mist, a pleasant flute sounded, tempting him.

Sufeng followed the sound of the flute to the deepest part of the mist, where there was a purple figure holding a jade flute in his hand.

Such a scene made Sufeng rang Qingxuan, and he walked over with a smile.

But he found that when he moved forward, Qing Xuan kept retreating.But he didn't see Qing Xuan move.

"Sufeng, come here. After passing through this fog, you can see what you want to see, including my appearance under the mask."

"Aren't you curious? Want to know what I look like?" In Sufeng's ears, Qing Xuan's voice was like a clear spring.

Sufeng followed "Qingxuan" and walked straight into the depths of the mist.I don't know how long I walked, but the fog in front of me still exists, but the sound of the flute in my ear has disappeared.

Sufeng raised her head to look for the flute sound she just heard, and when she turned her head, she saw Qing Xuan standing in front of him.However, he couldn't see Qing Xuan's face clearly.

It wasn't that Qing Xuan was wearing a mask, but that Qing Xuan's face was covered by the mist, making it impossible for him to see through.

Outside, Qingxuan stopped playing, looked at Sufeng coldly, at the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, raised his hand, Sufeng was forcibly pulled out of the confusion by him.

However, Sufeng's consciousness has not completely returned.Looking at Qing Xuan in front of her, Sufeng stretched out her hand.

Qing Xuan frowned, raised his hand and gave Sufeng a slap, and said coldly: "Master Sufeng, do you have anything else to say now?"

Sufeng lowered his head and did not reply to Qing Xuan's words for a long time, but he knew that he had lost.

Although Qing Xuan just blew a tune, he underestimated the enemy from the very beginning.

Looking at Sufeng who bowed his head, Qing Xuan put away the jade flute.

"Yao, let's go."

"After three days, let Mochi collect my spoils."

In the distance, Sufeng looked up at the three people who left, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and raised her hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of her mouth and the tears that shed from her eyes at an unknown time.

"Qingxuan?"

"One day, I'll see what you look like under your mask."

Sufeng stood up, patted the grass clippings on her body, and let out a long breath.

"It's a good result."

"Ahem...that's right, you're too heavy handed."