No one thought that this beautiful flute sound would lead to this beautiful piano sound. The sound of the flute and the piano come and go, but they compose the most beautiful music in the world.
Looking at the familiar figure above the sea of clouds. Feng Luochen's thoughts seemed to have returned to the harmony of the piano and flute that day by the West Lake. It sounds like a zither and flute, which is rarely heard in the world.
Above the sea of clouds, a beautiful woman in white appeared. She is delicate and refined, and extremely beautiful. Her beauty is completely different from Long Yimeng's. This is a feeling that is as gentle as water, quiet and indifferent.
Not only is she beautiful, she is also graceful and refined, unlike that other mortal woman. She was just like the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, with such a fairy aura that one couldn't bear to blaspheme her. That ultimate face, even when paired with the simplest white clothes, is still stunning.
In the arms of this woman in white, there is also a Qixuan Guqin. There are scorch marks on the tail of this qin. This is the famous scorched tail guqin that moved the world. Holding the guqin in her arms, this woman seemed like a fairy in the sky, slowly walking on the clouds.
This person is none other than the Yaochi Saint Su Xiner. Several months had passed since we said goodbye to Hangzhou that day. Feng Luochen didn't expect to meet him again today at the Golden Summit of Emei.
"Ah? Mr. Feng, it is indeed you. In this world, you are the only one who can play such a flute sound."
"Miss Su, it's been a long time."
The moment Su Xiner saw Feng Luochen, there was also a trace of unconcealable joy on her face. Because there were outsiders around, Long Yimeng also left Feng Luochen's arms. Facing Su Xiner's greetings, Feng Luochen also raised his hand to her.
Su Xiner naturally saw it too. Long Yimeng had been leaning on Feng Luochen's arms before. When she saw Feng Luochen, her heart was filled with joy. But when she saw the sweetness between Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng, she felt extremely disappointed.
That day, the harmonious music of harps and flutes by the West Lake made Su Xiner and Feng Luochen become close friends. Later, the song "Xiaoxiang Night Rain" in the painting made Su Xin'er unforgettable forever. Since ancient times, it has been difficult to find a true friend. In this world, perhaps Feng Luochen is the only one who can truly understand him.
In the bloody battle at Leifeng Tower that followed, Feng Luochen fought against Jian Beichen alone for Long Yimeng. At that time, Su Xiner was extremely worried. She herself couldn't figure out why she had a different feeling towards Feng Luochen.
If Feng Luochen's life was in danger, she would even choose to fight Jian Beichen regardless of everything. Even if Yunshang Tiangong angers Yaochi, she will not hesitate. Because Feng Luochen had unknowingly become the most important person to him.
After leaving Leifeng Pagoda, Su Xiner often thought of Feng Luochen. This feeling can be described as extremely wonderful. She would always inadvertently think of the two of them singing the piano and flute by the West Lake. Feng Luochen's song "Xiaoxiang Night Rain" really entered her heart.
Whenever I dream back at midnight, what lingers in my mind is always Feng Luochen's figure. However, all this is just a dream. Just like the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, they don't really exist. As time goes by, this feeling of longing becomes more and more intense.
This trip to Emei can also be regarded as a master's training. Unexpectedly, Su Xiner had just reached halfway up the mountain when she heard the moving sound of the flute coming from the golden top. For some reason, Su Xiner suddenly became extremely excited. She vaguely felt that Feng Luochen was on top of the Golden Summit of Emei.
Su Xiner felt happy and sped up the mountain. She took out the Jiaowei Guqin and played it to meet the moving flute sound. As he approached the top of the mountain, Feng Luochen's familiar figure also appeared in front of him. This handsome man in white clothes appeared countless times in her dreams.
At this time, Long Yimeng was leaning on Feng Luochen's arms. Seeing how close the two were, Su Xiner suddenly became extremely irritable. But while she was irritated, she also had a hint of envy. She would even think about how great it would be if she was the one in Feng Luochen's arms.
Su Xiner's heart was full of twists and turns. She stared blankly at Feng Luochen, the joy in her eyes needless to be expressed. There was a trace of embarrassment on Feng Luochen's face. The two of them were relatively speechless for a while.
Under Long Yimeng's veil, she pouted her little mouth. My relationship with Feng Luochen just now was sweet. How beautiful it is for two people to compose fairy music together. Unexpectedly, Su Xiner appeared like a light bulb.
For some reason, Long Yimeng felt particularly disgusted when she saw Su Xiner. This is not a different path between the two immortals and demons. Even if Su Xiner is a demon, Long Yimeng still dislikes her. Perhaps the culprit behind all this is Feng Luochen.
At this moment, Feng Luochen's ears heard another sound of breaking through the sky. He looked up and saw dozens more people appearing behind Su Xiner. These people are old and young, male and female, and they are all of extraordinary bearing. They must be like Su Xiner, they are all from the fairy world.
Among these people, there was a young man. This man is tall and tall, about twenty-five or six. He carries a big knife on his back and looks honest and honest, which makes people feel good about him. But Feng Luochen vaguely felt that this person had a domineering aura. His strength is by no means as ordinary as his appearance.
"Hmph, we are really enemies. Today, my master is here, and you will not be able to live or die. We should also settle the old scores in front of Leifeng Pagoda."
A young man in a blue shirt suddenly emerged from the crowd. He looked at Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng, with endless murderous intent in their eyes. Seeing the appearance of this person, Feng Luochen felt extremely solemn in his heart. This person is none other than Jian Beichen, the personal disciple of Immortal Lord Jian Taixu.
The so-called enemies are extremely jealous when they meet. A cold light flashed in Jian Beichen's eyes. Feng Luochen was making a fool of himself under the Leifeng Pagoda. When he decided to kill him, he got another beating from Long Xiaoyao.
If it weren't for Feng Luochen's nonsense, he would have captured Long Yimeng long ago and become a great hero in the fairy world. Jian Beichen knew that he was no match for Long Xiaoyao now. So he put all his resentment on Feng Luochen's head.
"Young Palace Master, the powerful masters of the Phoenix Clan should be arriving soon. Now, we still don't want to cause any trouble. Once we have dealt with the masters of the Phoenix Clan, we can talk about other things."
Seeing Jian Beichen, he was about to step forward and take action. At this time, there was an old man in black robes, reaching out to stop him. This person's name is Zhao Guyan, and he is the elder of Yunshang Tiangong in the immortal world. Jian Beichen is Jian Taixu's personal disciple. People in Yunshang Tiangong are always called the Young Palace Master.
"Yes, Young Palace Master. With our strength, these two juniors will definitely not be able to escape. We still have to do business first, and we must not let this treasure of heaven and earth fall into the hands of the Phoenix Clan."
A beautiful woman in her forties also opened her mouth to persuade. This person's name is Liang Zhiyin, and he is an elder from Yaochi in the Immortal World. She and Zhao Guyan are both strong men at the fifth level of the Heavenly Realm. Among the people in the immortal world, they are the two leaders.
Hearing this, Jian Beichen also nodded tentatively. Their trip to Emei was to snipe the strong men of the Phoenix Clan in the Demon Realm. At this time, the powerful people from the Phoenix Clan have not yet arrived, so they should make preparations in advance. You must not waste time because of Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng.
The strong men of the Phoenix Clan don’t yet know how powerful they are. Solving them first is the top priority. As for Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng, they are easily captured. Even if they want to run, can they still outrun Zhao Guyan and Liang Zhiyin who are in the Tianzun realm?
"Two elders, the Feng Clan still doesn't know how many strong men have come. To be on the safe side, we will set up the formation first at the Golden Summit of Emei. Once the formation is 10%, we can be more confident."
Zhao Guyan and Liang Zhiyin also agreed upon hearing this. Just when they were about to set up the formation, a burst of hearty laughter came from the golden dome. As a strong wind blew by, there were already more than a dozen people beside Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng.
These people are full of energy and exude a strong demonic aura. It is conceivable that they must be strong men of the demon clan. The leader is an old man in green robe. This man was about sixty years old, and on his green robe was embroidered a phoenix spreading its wings and about to fly. And it was this person who laughed just now.
Behind the green-robed old man, there was a young man standing with his hands behind his back. Although this young man never spoke. But everyone around him was in awe of him. They were faintly half a body behind them, and the status gap between the two sides was naturally obvious.
This man was thin and dressed in gorgeous gold clothes. He has a handsome appearance and a graceful appearance, just like a woman. There was a hint of feminine beauty on his face. But there is a hint of unruliness hidden in that feminine beauty.
"Sister Meng'er, what a coincidence, you are here too."
When the man in gold clothes saw Long Yimeng, his face was filled with attentiveness. He also smiled slightly at Feng Luochen, as if he was very friendly. But Feng Luochen vaguely caught a trace of murderous intent in this person's eyes.
"Brother Feng, how many times have I told you not to call me Meng'er. It's a coincidence that I meet you here."
Long Yimeng said hello casually, obviously a little perfunctory. The man in gold didn't care at all, as if he was already used to Long Yimeng's attitude. He looked at Long Yimeng, who was holding Feng Luochen's arm. An imperceptible gloomy look flashed across his face.
"Feng Huanhuan, it turns out to be you."
Zhao Guyan and Liang Zhiyin looked at the old man in green robe in front of them. They couldn't help but exclaimed. This green-robed old man is named Feng Huanhuang, and he is Elder Huaneng, one of the four elders of the Feng clan. Feng Huihuang's realm has even reached the sixth level of Tianzun Realm, which is a small realm higher than them.
