Disciple's rebellion

At night, Ning Jie formed a barrier between himself and Mi, and lurked around the corner of the Taoyuan, looking at Du Cheng who was serious about tracing the stele.

Why did Wang Yi not come when he heard that he was going to spy on Du Cheng tonight?

This problem is very simple, the cultivation level is not enough.

In terms of spiritual power, Wang Yi will not lose to Du Cheng, but in terms of endurance, Wang Yi will definitely lose.

Wang Yi himself knew it, and he had already seen that Ning Jie was very sticky, and Mi Chen's eyes were on Ning Jie most of the time. He didn't want to make fun of himself, so he silently sipped his money but didn't take a sip. Did not taste the flower wine, did not speak.

Although Ning Jie did not object to sneaking here at night to observe Mi Chen, Ning Jie felt that Du Cheng would not whistle tonight.

Maybe Du Cheng thought he was covering it up very well, but Ning Jie who had been paying attention to Mi Chen all the time, how could he not notice Du Cheng's peripheral vision on Mi Chen.Even if it was just a moment, Ning Jie caught it.

After all, Du Cheng was older than Li Phus. Although Li Phus's words were very appropriate, Du Cheng could still recognize at a glance that the most important person in their line of work was Mi Chen.

Moreover, Ning Jie believed that Du Cheng absolutely knew that the real purpose of their trip was not the phoenix thorn.

If Du Cheng was really the one colluding with the demons, at least tonight, he would never take a huge risk to reveal his emotions.

As for the real demons, I'm afraid they won't show up when they are around.

Although there are many reasons, they all come down to one point - he respects Mi Chen.

Whatever Mi Chen said, he did.

As Ning Jie expected, Du Cheng has been tracing, his chin slightly retracted, tightening any emotions.

Just as Du Cheng was more experienced than Li Phosph, and he knew at a glance where the purpose of their trip was, Mi Chen had more experience than Ning Jie.

In Ning Jie's unprecedented days, Mi Chen also saw that some people had a sudden emotional breakdown at a certain moment.

The moon was already in the west, Du Cheng was a ruthless person, still lowered his head, focusing on tracing the stele.

Mi Chen looked up at the cloud pierced by Mochizuki, and immediately raised his palm to slowly condense a wave of spiritual power.At a certain moment, Mi Chen raised his palm and pushed it towards Du Cheng.

A gust of breeze rose slowly, slowly hitting Du Cheng and the flower tree above his head.

Seeing that Mi Chen withdrew his hand, Ning Jie took a step forward and stood in front of Mi Chen.

After all, Mi Chen's spiritual power was higher than Du Cheng's. When the breeze came, Du Cheng's subconscious reaction was not to detect the spiritual power contained in the wind, but to look up at the sky.

The flower tree was attacked, the petals fell, and some peach blossom petals fell from the branches.Some petals, like the morning petals, gently swayed in the water.

Night may be the most emotionally rich and fragile time for human beings. When the flowers are floating in the water, Du Cheng's eyes don't show nostalgia like in the daytime, but are full of brokenness.

Du Cheng pursed his lips, gently took out the petals in the water chamber with his fingers, looked at it for a long time, took out the jade flute from one side, and covered the petals on the flute membrane.

After a while, Du Cheng raised his jade flute and played a tune softly.

Ning Jie didn't understand the melody, but he could understand Mi Chen's coldness on the spirit boat because he knew Mi Chen well, and he knew that it was not easy for him to get through these years.But Du Cheng was too unfamiliar to Ning Jie, and Ning Jie could not know the emotions conveyed by the flute.

But obviously, Mi Shen knows the rhythm.

When Du Cheng's flute sounded, Mi Chen closed his eyes and listened carefully to the emotions in Du Cheng's flute sound.

When Du Cheng's emotions reached a certain extreme, Mi Chen opened his eyes suddenly, stretched out his hand to cover Ning Jie behind his back, and raised his hand to take out a thirteen-stringed qin made of high-quality phoenix trees from the spiritual bag.

The strings of the zither sounded, and Du Cheng's flute continued to play, but he turned to look at the place where Mi Chen and the others were.

Mi Chen also condensed his spiritual power and strings, and easily wiped out Du Cheng's spiritual power.

When Du Cheng saw Mi Chen, the flute stopped suddenly.

But Du Cheng was taken aback by the sound of the strings, and immediately followed Mi Chen's tune, finishing the song "Qiu Wu".

After the song was over, Du Cheng took the jade flute to Mi Chen and bowed to him.After making a bow, Du Cheng said: "I saw this little brother calling you Master before. I am not talented, so I dare to ask the honorable title of the immortal."

Mi Chen lightly smoothed the strings of the qin, and said: "How dare you insult Du's head's ears if you call me so cheap, just call me Qingfeng."

When Du Cheng crushed the word Qingfeng in his mouth, he slowly shifted his gaze to the strings in Mi Chen's hand, and said in a gentle manner: "Qingfeng is so elegant, but there are very few people in this world who can play thirteen strings." It's rare. I don't know where Qingfeng learned from?"

About hundreds of years ago, a genius was born and created many excellent lyre scores. At the same time, most of the people who associate with him are well-known people in the cultivation world, not only monks but also literary giants.Since then, literati have preferred the lyre.

In order to be arty, many monks of the younger generation only practiced the lyre, and the singing girls in the workshop also played and sang the lyre more in order to please the literati and poets.

Now it is not nonsense to say that the thirteen strings are dead.

Mi Chen smiled calmly: "It's nothing to do with elegance, it's just that the elders in the family like to listen, and they are self-taught and filial."

When Ning Jie heard the words, his eyes flickered.

Du Cheng did not give up spying on Mi Chen, and continued: "It turned out to be the case. But what I didn't expect is that Qingfeng can also play Du Wu's local ditty——Qiu Wu."

Mi Chen said unhurriedly: "Du Wu is the place where my father and mother made love. My father learned this ditty in order to win my mother's favor, so Qingfeng heard that Jianglou was coming to Pingwu to ask the head of Du Fenghuang thorn. This is why we came together hand in hand. Revisit the old place and vaguely explore some old feelings."

Ning Jie lowered his head abruptly, tightly clenched his hands hanging in his wide sleeves.

... In the classics, there is no record of Master's parents.

These days, Ning Jie has read the records about Mi Chen word by word and over and over dozens of times.Before, I thought that Mi Chen, like him, had no impression of his parents.But looking at it today, it seems that it is not.

However, Ruo Michen remembered that after he became famous, all kinds of classics would definitely try to find out the eighteen generations of his ancestors, even where he was born, how many generations in the family tree, where the old tomb was...all of these would be dug up.

But nothing.

Thinking of this, Ning Jie put his gaze on Mi Chen's face calmly and calmly.

And... What Master is doing today is not like searching for the past at all.Then how did he learn the tune of Little Du Wu?

Du Cheng knew that he couldn't get Mi Chen's words out of him, so he stopped tempting.He looked up at the moon, smiled at Mi Chen, and said, "It's getting late, playing the flute in the middle of the night is resounding throughout the humble house, no wonder the Immortal Venerable went out for a night outing with his disciples."

Just as Du Cheng finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps, and the three of them looked to the southwest.

And the one who appeared in the southwest was Gao Long with a look of disappointment on his face.

As soon as Gao Long came, the three present not only showed surprise on their faces, but also burst into suspicion in their hearts.

It was Li Phus or Fuxi who came tonight, and the three of them would not be surprised, but it was Gao Long with mediocre spiritual power who came.

After all, Du Cheng is the master, he stepped forward, smiled slightly, and said: "Brother Gao, what a coincidence." He looked around, the jade flute twirled and tapped around, and said with a smile: "It's quite lively in this garden tonight. .”

Seeing that Mi Chen and Ning Jie were here, Gao Long knew that they were here to test Du Cheng.But now he couldn't care whether he had broken Mi Chen and Ning Jie's plan, he saluted hastily, and hurriedly said, "May I ask if it was Du Cheng's minor tune just now?"

Du Cheng nodded slightly: "It's just seeking Wu."

Ning Jie took a step forward and said, "Brother Gao is also Shi's Du Wu ditty?"

There was a hint of sadness on Gao Long's face: "The dead wife loved to hum softly." After saying that, Gao Long lowered his head, saluted Mi Chen and the others slightly, and walked out of the Taoyuan with vain footsteps.

After Gao Long left, Ning Jie also bid farewell to Du Cheng, saying: "Master Du, it's getting late, and my master and apprentice can't disturb Master Du's rest, so we will leave first. Just some rest."

Du Cheng bowed slightly to return the gift: "Wanwang and you two don't give up tonight. I'm not good at entertaining you. I have a good dream in the humble house."

Mi Chen put the piano away, and said calmly, "Master Du is humble."

Ning Jie bowed again and said, "If that's the case, we'll go ahead."

Du Cheng stretched out his hand sideways and said, "Please."

Mi Chen nodded slightly, and walked away with Ning Jie.

Du Cheng narrowed his eyes, seeing Ning Jie and Mi Chen walking away, he looked down at the jade flute in his hand.He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the fringe of the flute, his eyes revealed a little dark.

Once back in the room, Ning Jie set up a barrier.While serving Mi Chen Kuanyi, he asked, "Master, do you think Du Cheng was surprised because you knew Du Wu Minor, or the Thirteen-stringed Qin?"

Mi Chen glanced at Ning Jie lightly, and said, "The person you want to ask is not Du Cheng, but Gao Long. Are you suspicious of Gao Long?"

Ning Jie put his robe on the screen and admitted: "Gao Long's reaction is a bit strange."

Mi Chen sat on the bed, and said, "But when Li Phus suspected Gao Long, you were the one who supported it."

Ning Jie knelt on the side of the bed, looked up at Mi Chen, and said, "Before, the disciple was trying to hold the cage high because he felt a female corpse that was incompatible with this strange mountain after the covering paper array was broken. And the disciple had already When he knew that he was following his disciples, he checked the wounds on his body carefully, and they were indeed caused by little monsters and monsters in the mountains, and they were quite old."

Before Ning Jie finished speaking, Mi Chen spoke for Ning Jie what he had to say.Mi Shen said: "But you didn't expect him to be related to Du Cheng."

Ning Jie nodded: "Everything is too coincidental."

His wife's body is buried in Shangdang Mountain, and the formation in the mountain will not hurt his chi, plus the Du Wu minor and the thirteen-stringed zither...

It would be fine if they were connected one by one, but all the threads were concentrated on Gao Long, which made Ning Jie have to doubt Gao Long.

Ning Jie frowned slightly, and said: "Master, there are too many coincidences. This makes the disciple have to suspect that everything seems to be done on purpose."

Mi Chen suddenly said: "There is a purpose behind all actions. Ah Jie, since you doubt Gao Long, what do you think is Gao Long's purpose in doing all this?"

Ning Jie paused for a moment, Mi Chen's question really stopped Ning Jie from asking.

Yes, if Gao Long is behind all this, what is his purpose?

Extract the immortal energy that suppresses the energy of chaos like the elders of Xianmen did before?

But Gao Long is the pulse of the fallen immortal, not the chaotic air inhaled by the monk who went mad.What is imprinted in his body is the punishment of the immortal world for the fallen immortals. Unless the immortal world forgives, it is only the immortal energy produced by the female cultivator in childbirth, and the imprint cannot be erased at all.

Even, increase the backlash of the blood.

If he cooperates with the demons, he himself is the vein of the fallen immortals. The demons hate the fairy world, even if they cooperate with people, they will not cooperate with the descendants of the fairy world.

……

All these reasons have been overturned, and the only thing that is credible is the reason he gave them at the beginning - to find his wife's body.

Thinking of this, Ning Jie said with some embarrassment: "Master, I don't know."

Mi Chen raised his head slowly and stopped looking at Ning Jie.

Just when Ning Jie thought that Mi Chen was angry, he suddenly heard him say: "Ah Jie, you said that all the clues are related to Gao Long. But if you think about it carefully, there is still a person behind all the clues."

When Ning Jie heard this, his skin suddenly trembled.

Mi Chen lowered his eyes slightly, and he looked at Ning Jie, but there was no trace of emotion in his icy eyes.He seemed to be expounding a fact, and said calmly:

"it's me."