Zhao Wuliang returned to Xuanyin Peak with many thoughts in his mind.
He was curious about Murong Yan's identity and purpose, and at the same time he admired her beauty and talent.
However, he was not sure whether Murong Yan was really his friend or a potential enemy.
Zhao Wuliang decided to tell Elder Dai about Murong Yan.
After listening to Zhao Wuliang's narration, Elder Dai muttered: "The origin of this girl Murong is indeed unknown, but her cultivation is advanced and she knows so much about the Qingyun Sect. I'm afraid she is not an ordinary person. You have to be careful and try not to Too much contact with her.”
Zhao Wuliang nodded to express his understanding. However, he was still curious about Murong Yan and wanted to know more about her identity and purpose.
In the next few days, no matter what Zhao Wuliang was doing, Murong Yan's charming smile always appeared in his mind, and he was always looking forward to her appearance. Zhao Wuliang came to the study to read classics, hoping to divert his attention.
Suddenly there was a melodious flute sound outside the window.
He walked out of the study and saw Murong Yan sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard, holding a jade flute in her hand and playing affectionately.
Zhao Wuliang was attracted by the sound of her flute and couldn't help but stop and listen.
Murong Yan noticed his presence, stopped playing, turned around and looked at him, her eyes shining with gentle light.
"Brother Zhao, I haven't seen you for a few days. How are you?"
Zhao Wuliang smiled slightly: "Miss Murong, don't... come and be safe. The sound of your flute is so beautiful and intoxicating."
Murong Yan smiled and said: "Brother Zhao likes it, that's fine. I have free time today and came here to visit. Do you want to disturb me?"
Zhao Wuliang waved his hand and said, "It just so happens that I also want to chat with the girl. If the girl doesn't mind, why don't we go into the house and talk?"
Murong Yan nodded happily and followed Zhao Wuliang into the study.
The two sat around the tea table, sipping tea and chatting, talking about martial arts, life, and ideals, and they got along quite well.
Gradually, Zhao Wuliang's wariness towards Murong Yan gradually faded away, and was replaced by an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
He felt that Murong Yan was not an enemy and might be a friend.
The bright moon and the clear breeze send me longing for you, but it's hard to find a close friend and your dreams are still crazy. The years of mortal life make people grow old, and the mountains and rivers depend on each other to sing together.
Everyone yearns for such a life, and so does Zhao Wuliang. He firmly believes that Murong Yan has a purpose in contacting him.
Using the blurred consciousness of the world of mortals, it is impossible to know whether the true friend is true or false. The man is so tender that he can't bear to ask questions for fear of breaking his heart.
Zhao Wuliang felt inexplicably sad and even painful. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He knew that he couldn't have too much involvement with Murong Yan, but every time he separated, Miss Murong's figure would appear in his mind for a long time. Murong Yan's charming smile lingered, even in her sleep.
What's charming is not only her smile, but also the Xiao she blows, which is more like washing people's souls. Sometimes it makes people's blood boil, sometimes it soothes their souls. There is a saying in the poem: The sound of Xiao is gentle and gentle to the soul, and the charming smile touches people's feelings. The blood is boiling and the soul is soothed. There are clouds and sighs floating in the poem.
For several days in a row, Murong Yan never showed up. Zhao Wuliang seemed to be missing something, feeling empty. He had no intention of practicing, eating, or sleeping. He wandered in the study every day, looking forward to the beautiful sound of the flute. , looking forward to Murong Yan appearing.
Wandering alone in front of the window, no one knows what the man is thinking. I hope that the beautiful woman will reappear quietly and spend time together talking about sangma.
Little did Zhao Wuliang know that he had already fallen into the trap carefully laid by Murong Yan. Youdao said:
The man was ignorant and entered the situation by mistake, while the woman’s intentions were unknown. True love becomes a hindrance, and it's too late until it becomes clear.
