Otherworldly Refinement

After taking a few glances at Xiaotian slightly, Ling Yunfeng also sat cross-legged on the spot and began to practice. It is better for him not to think about so many things now, and the right way is to recover his strength quickly.

Sitting on the ground, Ling Yunfeng took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and drew a few strange arcs with his hands in front of him, forming a seal of cultivation. Seeing the spiritual energy in Zhou Kong, after a while, the whole body was shrouded in a strange white glow...

Cultivating day and night, time passed slowly inadvertently. When Ling Yunfeng withdrew from the cultivation state, five or six hours had passed, and it should be evening in the outside world.

"Let's go for a walk! It's not good to practice too much, and you can get the greatest benefits by combining work and rest." Ling Yunfeng said slightly with a flash of his eyes, and then his body flashed, and the next moment he appeared in a small forest.

Just when he flashed out of the cauldron refining space, a burst of strong light suddenly came, and the dazzling light made Ling Yunfeng dazzled for a while, so he quickly closed his eyes, and after a while, he slowly opened them again.

It was already midnight at this time, and the sunlight outside became very soft. It was only because Ling Yunfeng had been staying in the dark space of refining the cauldron that he just came out and couldn't get used to it.

At this time, the sun in the sky has moved to the west, and half of the face has already sunk under the distant mountain peaks. The sunlight has become extremely bright red and soft. A layer of light gauze looks quite pleasant.

Then Ling Yunfeng walked slowly to the stone wall that the former owner of this body liked to go to most.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ling Yunfengfeng couldn't help sighing secretly that the previous owner of this body was very good at choosing a place. This stone wall is located on the top of the mountain, and it is tens of meters higher than the top of the mountain. Standing on it, it is tens of meters away. The sights inside are all in the eyes.

"It feels so familiar!" Looking under the stone wall, Ling Yunfeng sighed slightly, took a deep breath, and felt that his whole body was very comfortable.

Under the stone wall, dense smog was billowing, and the soft red glow of the setting sun poured over the dense fog, as if covering the dense fog with a layer of red gauze, flashing colorful halos.

Then Ling Yunfeng lay directly on the stone wall, put his hands on the back of his head, closed his eyes slowly, and enjoyed the soft light of the evening sun.

Ling Yunfeng in his previous life also liked to lie flat on the edge of a cliff, on a mountain peak or on a roof in the evening when the sun was about to set, just lying quietly, doing nothing, he felt that whenever this time his heart It becomes extremely peaceful.

After lying down for a while, Ling Yunfeng sat up suddenly, his eyes fell on the thick fog rolling down the mountain, as if thinking in his heart.

Immediately, Ling Yunfeng slowly took out a purple bamboo pole from his bosom. This bamboo pole was as thick as two fingers, with long arms and eight small holes on it. It was obviously a flute.

This flute was made by Ling Yunfeng who accidentally saw a bunch of purple bamboo bushes in Ling's house during this period of time. Seeing that this purple bamboo was a good material for making flutes, he cut down a purple bamboo at random to make it.

In his previous life, Ling Yunfeng liked music very much, and he had a high level of attainment in music, especially the study of qinxiao.

At this time, Ling Yunfeng looked at the billowing smoke in the distance, and couldn't help feeling a little lost, as if he had entered an ethereal state, and an inexplicable melancholy slowly rose in his heart.

Unknowingly, Ling Yunfeng brought the flute to his lips, and blew out slowly in one breath, and suddenly a long flute sound came out slowly, echoing in the mountains.

This voice is ethereal and clear, like a deep mountain spring, cleansing the heart, but there is a trace of melancholy and confusion in it.

The sound of the flute is exactly the reflection of Ling Yunfeng's mood at this time. To come to this different world for no reason, to be crowned as a waste, and to suffer all kinds of bullying, for the rebellious Ling Yunfeng, he really feels extremely melancholy.

At the same time, when he came to this different world, he also felt confused about his future. In this world, he couldn't find where he belonged in his heart, and he didn't know where to go. direction.

"Woooo!..." The sound of the flute echoed continuously in the mountains. The sound of the flute carried the emotions in the flute player's heart, as if he wanted to vent everything that was suppressed in his heart.

Moreover, the sound of the flute seems to have a magical power, so that the people who hear the sound of the flute are infected by the emotions mixed in the sound of the flute for no reason, as if they were in the scene and fell into deep thought.

At this time, more than a hundred meters away from the stone wall where Ling Yunfeng was, a group of boys and girls stopped quietly to listen to the sound of the flute, with pious and satisfied expressions on their faces. The color of melancholy and confusion.

At this time, although everyone was very curious about who the person playing the piano was, no one made a move. They were afraid that even a slight move would destroy the artistic conception, so they just stood quietly, intoxicated. In this beautiful rhythm.

"Wuwu..." The low sound of the flute echoed in the mountain forest, as if it was wrapped around every creature in the mountain forest, and penetrated into the soul of every creature.

At this time, on the stone wall, Ling Yunfeng knew nothing about the outside world, and he was completely immersed in this artistic conception at this moment.

Ling Yunfeng's fingers skillfully pressed back and forth on the mouth of the flute, his movements were smooth and smooth, without a trace of procrastination, it seemed that even the movements of his fingers had an indescribable sense of rhythm.

Gradually, a trace of nostalgia appeared in the sound of the flute, yes, it was the emotion of nostalgia, it was Ling Yunfeng's deep yearning for his hometown.

Originally, Ling Yunfeng thought that he was an orphan, and was taken in by his master since he was a child. Later, his master also passed away.Since then, I have no cares and worries, and I am at ease, but I didn't expect that only when I lose it can I know how to cherish it.

When I came to this strange world and looked around, I felt that everything was strange to me, and I didn't have any sense of belonging.He couldn't help feeling lonely, and it was only at this time that he felt more and more how much he missed his hometown.

Ling Yunfeng really didn't know what to do in this strange world. Could it be that he just ate and died like this, and became an ordinary person?

"No, I'm Ling Yunfeng. I want to stand on the clouds and look down at the world. I want to control my own destiny and be my own self. I don't want to be ordered by others or the sky. I want to have the power to control my own destiny!"

An obsession hidden in Ling Yunfeng's heart quietly rose, and then his flute sound became hurried and high-pitched. The sound was mixed with the pursuit of freedom, and at the same time, there was a faint contempt for the world, dominating the common people. ambition.

For a time, Ling Yunfeng's character has undergone three changes. First, he was a melancholy and lost homesick wanderer, then he transformed into a carefree chivalrous man, and finally he became an overlord who ruled the world.

At the end of the song, the sound of the flute seemed to be still echoing in the mountains, and it could not stop for a long time. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the lingering sound lingered.

The dozen or so boys and girls under the stone wall still stood there quietly, as if they hadn't come out of that artistic conception yet.

"This song is so beautiful, mixed with melancholy and confused emotions, yet free and easy and heroic. These kinds of diametrically opposed emotions fit together perfectly. It's amazing, it can be called the swan song in the world." Ten Among them, a beautiful girl about 15 years old couldn't help admiring.

"Yes! This song has played out thousands of emotions in the world. The most important thing is that the deep helplessness and melancholy can be mixed with a free and easy sentiment. The sound of the flute seems to have magical power, and we are all deeply involved in it. I think the person who can play this kind of xiao music must be an open-minded, free-spirited and tender person." A girl in a light red dress in her twenties also said softly, with a look of Some trance up.

The rest of the dozen or so boys and girls also nodded frequently, their expressions changing, as if they were still immersed in the melody just now.

"When did Qingfu City produce this melody, everyone, we have never known. If you are lucky enough to meet this melody, you will miss it. I want to go up and see who can play this free and easy but desolate and lonely tune." The beautiful girl in purple said, and immediately walked up to the stone wall.

The girl in the light red dress also followed behind with puzzled eyes. In her impression, let alone Qingfu City, there would be no such person even within a thousand miles nearby.

The rest of the dozen or so boys and girls were also taken aback for a moment, and immediately followed.

On the stone wall, Ling Yunfeng put away the bamboo flute, stood up slowly, and stood proudly on the stone wall, like a proud and free-spirited knight.

At this time, he seemed to be touched again, and suddenly he began to sing a long song: "Today, seeing all the things in the world of mortals, is like going to the fleeting years in the east. Looking back on the past life, I laughed and cried, and now I think about suffering and fate... The smoke and dust billow in the red clouds , the vastness and boundlessness can be divided, the poor autumn scenery is boundless, not to mention the beauty of everything in the world..."

The dozen or so boys and girls had just walked a certain distance, when suddenly a misty singing echoed from far and near, causing everyone to stop again and listen quietly.

I saw the singing continued to echo: "There will always be chaos in the world, the emperor's hegemony has become in vain, the vastness and emptiness are unseen, and the prosperity can't help but see. A ray of red clouds, the sky and the earth are faint, endless repetitions, the gods and Buddhas of the past are now dust, who The sky is vast and the earth is dark, and I have come here by wandering."

At the end of the song, Ling Yunfeng seemed to be completely freed from the melancholy and confusion just now, leaving only a free and easy, carefree and heroic temperament.He stood quietly on the stone wall like this, raised his head and closed his eyes, and stood proudly, listening to the rustling wind in his ears.

"This friend? Do you know who was playing and singing just now?" A moment later, a voice broke Ling Yunfeng from the infinitely beautiful mood, which made him extremely bored, but he had to turn around again.