After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 9 Yun Ruo Patriarch
After all, Yan Wenshu drew his sword, and there was only one thought in his mind-the fish died and the net was broken.

But the next moment, as if a miracle had happened, the silver light suddenly dissipated, and the fierce murderous aura spreading in the air also disappeared invisible.

Because Yun Weixian finally remembered: "Qi Yuemian."

Who is Qi Yuemian?Seventh Junior Sister really knew him?

This was Yan Wenshu's last thought. After a flute sound, he completely lost consciousness and fell down.

Yun Weixian had already pinched his fingerprints in advance and set up a barrier, but he didn't expect that the attack that should be blocked was retracted, but it actually blocked the chaotic sound.

He glanced at the five people stumbling around on the ground over there, and after confirming that they had just lost consciousness, he looked away.

"No one has called this name for a long time." Qi Yuemian casually twirled the emerald green jade flute in her hand with a complacent expression.

It seemed that he was not the one who suddenly got angry and planned to silence him.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood in front of Yun Weixian in a blink of an eye, lifted his clothes, and sat down on the small round stool very calmly.

He first glanced at the person lying on the bed: "Who is this person, do you like him?"

"Fourth."

"Then who are you?"

Qi Yuemian's voice became softer, as if he was bewitching her quietly.

"Yun Weixian, um, old seven."

After the self-introduction was over, Yun Weixian ignored his unbelieving expression and went straight to the topic.

"What are you looking for? Tell me clearly, maybe I can help you."

"I'm looking for..." Qi Yuemian's gaze moved down slightly, and when it landed on the jade ring around her waist, before he was sure, his hand moved first.

But unexpectedly, he was pushed back invisible.

Yun Weixian looked at him with a frown: "Speak as you speak, do what you do with your hands and feet."

"Ah."

Qi Yuemian rubbed her fingertips, and the residual talisman dissipated: "You know how to use magic talismans, but why do you condescend to be a seventh child?"

Spiritual talisman, as the name suggests, is a talisman drawn by one's own spiritual power without resorting to any external objects or forces.

It sounds not difficult, as if you have spiritual power, but it is extremely difficult to form it, let alone use it freely.

Not many talisman cultivators know this anymore.

Then he lowered his head slightly, revealing a slightly lonely side face.

"I was pretty sad when you died."

"Excuse me," Yun Weixian raised his hand, and after he looked over, he pointed to the fourth child on the floor, "Play him a tune, I owe you a favor."

After she recognized Qi Yuemian, she gradually remembered other things about him.

He entered the Tao with temperament, and from the point of view, he should have reached the realm of being able to manipulate any sound.

No matter how small the sound is.

With him around, maybe no one would need to sacrifice himself to save others.

Qi Yuemian was interrupted in the middle of her speech, her eyes were a little cold for a while, but she thought of something, and soon turned into a smile.

"And said it wasn't your girlfriend."

Yun Weixian didn't speak to her, nor did she give any response.

Not getting the desired effect, Qi Yuemian couldn't help but cut softly, then took out the flute, hesitated for a moment before playing, and chose a piece that was written for a person many years ago.

The sound of the flute was very soft at first, like the breeze when it was warming and cold, but later, it became a bit of a whimper, as if it was mourning.

"..."

If she hadn't felt that her new body was slowly repairing itself under the guidance of the sound of the flute, she would have thought that he was going to go back on his word, and saving people would become a rush.

Yun Weixian frowned slightly, then decided to endure it.

At the end of the song, you can feel that the vitality of the young people in Tashang is almost cut off, and if there seems to be nowhere to continue, it can be delayed for a while.

Qi Yuemian put away the flute: "Then, let's talk about the favor you owe me, Patriarch Yunruo."

(End of this chapter)