Chapter 687

The night of the palace, a bright moon hanging in the void, will light up the palace.

Trampling on the rolling clouds, it seems that there is a bit of desolate beauty.

"The moon is so beautiful here." Above the rolling clouds, there are several figures standing there, looking up at the moon hanging in the sky.

"The magic world." Lin Feng whispered, here is clearly another space, but the moon is still so beautiful and true.

"The moon in my hometown is as round as here." There is a sigh in his voice. Hometown, familiar and strange memory, the blue planet, I don't know, and the place he is walking on is a piece of sky.

"The moon in my hometown is certainly more beautiful than here." Xiao Ya beside him said with a low smile. Lin Feng nodded vaguely. His hometown has become blurred in his mind. Now, he is just a martial arts practitioner of jiuxiao.

"Although the moon is beautiful, it lacks a melody." A wisp of low voice came leisurely. Lin Feng's eyes turned around, and smiling at Tang Youyou, who came along: "are you also a sentimental person?"

"Although the road of martial arts requires a firm and persistent heart, it is too boring if it is merciless." Tang youyou also laughed: "don't you think there's something missing under the beauty of the moon?"

Lin Feng smiles, and then he brushes his sleeves and sits cross legged. The light is shining. On his knee, there is an ancient Qin, which makes Tang youyou stunned.

Lin Feng, do you know Qin?

Xiao Ya saw Lin Feng's action was also stunned, and then giggled and lay down beside Lin Feng. She looked up at the full moon. She didn't know how her grandfather was now. Her grandfather entrusted her to Lin Feng. Needless to say, she understood what her grandfather was doing. She must have revenge!

Brother's hatred, grandfather has always been in mind, only because she will go away from home, the enemy's power, too strong, until met Lin Feng, grandfather left alone, she assured trust to Lin Feng.

"When" a note beats, a wisp of Qin music plays, the smoke curls, the music is melancholy and sad, with a bit of loneliness of the valley, as if someone had a drink with a beautiful woman or friend under the moon, talking about nature and earth, talking about martial arts and Taoism, drinking wine and enjoying the beauty of the moon.

Tang youyou gradually fell into the rhythm of the Qin music. Unconsciously, her body even sat down, very casual, without any reserve, looking at the slightly bleak back, listening to the melodious melody with some beauty and melancholy.

The light flashed. In front of Tang Youyou, there were several pots of wine. Opening the lid of the pot, Tang youyou drank it. Just for a moment, there was a blush on her face, which was particularly charming with her noble and amazing appearance.

The moon, the music of the lute, the wine and the beautiful woman are the complete picture. There is no missing picture. Perhaps Tang youYou can see it by herself at the moment, and she will be amazed at the beauty of the picture. She will no longer be missing, but she herself, at this time, has become a part of the picture.

The tune changed from low to high, from high to low, until it turned into a curling sound and echoed in the void.

Xiao Ya closed her eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep. Tang youyou was still drinking, and had not come out of the picture.

In the distance, two different directions, two Qianying are looking at Lin Feng's back in a daze. Qingchan finally smiles. She likes Lin Feng's clean and thorough eyes. She appreciates Lin Feng's strong martial arts cultivation. She admires Lin Feng's piano skill. A versatile man, he is not only above martial arts.

Qingmengxin is also looking at Lin Feng, leaning against a stone pillar, with a shallow smile on his charming face. This little guy, he is not a perfect man. He has his own personality. On the stage, he is frivolous and dissipated. In life, he seems to be sentimental.

"Maybe you are not as perfect as Jun Moxi, but because of imperfection, you can attract women's heart more than Jun Moxi."

Qingmeng heart murmured a murmur, took a look at the Qingchan not far away from his side and the Tang youyou sitting on the ground. Women's heartstrings are always more likely to fluctuate.

Lin Feng put away the Guqin and took a look at Xiao Ya, who was sleeping with her eyes closed. Her eyes also showed a warm color.

Looking back, he looked at Tang youyou again, but he saw that Tang youyou was drinking at the moment, her pretty face was flushed, and she was intoxicated.

Tang Youyou, who happened to be looking up, seemed to see Lin Feng. Her pretty face turned red in an instant. She lowered her head slightly and put the wine pot away. A moment later, when her head was raised again, she had recovered as usual. She said with a smile: "I didn't expect that your piano is playing so well."

"It was taught by a teacher." Lin Feng responded with a smile. In the past, he practiced the piano all his life with the misty rain. He also had some accomplishments on the piano art.

Tang youyou smiles and is silent. He doesn't know what to say.

"I'll go back and have a rest first." Stand up, Tang youyou turn away, at this time Qingchan and Qingmeng heart have also left.

Lin Feng shook his head and laughed, and then carefully picked up Xiao Ya, and then walked towards the arranged residence.

In the morning, a wisp of cool air swept every corner of the palace. Before the hall yesterday, Lin Feng and others had arrived early.Today is the day to listen to the venerable preaching. How can they not come early? Among them, many figures are particularly excited, and their eyes are constantly showing exciting light.

Today, although they are high-level in Xuanwu, they need a leap to enter tianwu. Tianwu is a symbol of strength.

The venerable, a terrifying existence respected by all, turns blood into blood and spreads to later generations. This strong existence is about to teach and preach to them.

Beiming came here to see that the crowd had arrived, and also showed a wisp of satisfied smile. They were able to stand on the stage of Dabi in the snow area and become the talents in the snow area. There is no doubt that these people are persistent in martial arts. They all have a desire to become strong.

"Follow me, all of you."

Beiming said to the crowd, and then walked a step, toward the distance.

The crowd raised their feet, followed the pace of Beiming, shuttling in the temple.

After some time, the crowd came to a simple and simple hall, which was not magnificent. In front of the simple hall, there was a small door. Through the small door, it seemed to be able to see the reason. An old man was sitting on a wooden chair with his knees crossed, his eyes closed, as if entering a settled state.

Outside the hall, the crowd stepped cautiously, even Beiming, the palace master of the North god palace, walked every step slightly.

"Venerable." Beiming leaned over to the figure in front of the hall and called out.

"Come in."

A voice came, as if directly resounding in the hearts of the crowd, so that people's hearts, are followed by a tremor.

Reverend, the simple figure sitting in the front yard of the hall is a strong one!

With a slight step, a group of people slowly stepped into the courtyard. Inside, they had prepared seats, but they all quietly stood in front of the seats, and no one sat down.

Lin Feng walked to the center of the seat, looking at the simple old man in front of him, his heart was clear.

"It's him!"

Lin Feng said in his heart that it was the vague shadow. In the middle of the boundary, he could not see the other side's face clearly. However, when he saw Lao Tzu in front of him, he seemed to have an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which made him understand that the one who helped him was the powerful one in front of him.

"Sit down." Another voice came out. The eyes of the venerable were always closed, and his lips did not wriggle for a moment. But the voice did ring directly in their minds and hearts, as if there was a magic force, which made their hearts resonate with the sound.

With a certain degree of respect, the crowd slowly sat down, but it seemed that they were a little uncomfortable. In front of them, there was the venerable, the mighty existence of the martial realm, and the strong one who could split mountains and rivers and Lakes between waves. At the moment, Zun was right in front of them.

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