Another immortal cultivator, flamboyant... Su Momo looked at the figure passing above his head, curled his lips, but was filled with envy.
Practitioners are transcendent and have their own magical powers. Or it can turn stones into gold, or it can fly with a sword, or it can condense all things. What's more, it can turn the world upside down and live forever. As an ordinary person, the understanding of immortals only comes from word of mouth among mortals.
"The sound of the piano, the bright moon, the fairies... I should be convinced by this feeling and this scene!" Su Mo came back to his senses and smiled dumbly. He finally lost his normal mind and should be punished!
The capital city is prosperous. Since Su Mo came to the capital, he has seen several people who can fly in the sky. I learned from the memories before me that ordinary people can fly in the sky after practicing to the Foundation Establishment Realm. However, there is formation suppression in this capital, and you must at least be a strong person in the Golden Core Realm to fly in the air.
Another golden elixir just flew over my head... Su Mo raised the pot and took a big sip. Shaking his head and smiling, he knew that he could see powerful people from the Golden Core every three days. It was not that there were many strong people from the Golden Core, but that this was the capital city, the place of national destiny, so it was not surprising that some strong people gathered there.
"Boom!" There was a sound of something falling to the ground outside the pavilion where Su Mo was.
Putting down the flask and turning around to look, Su Mo saw a flute lying outside the pavilion.
I looked around, but there was no one around!
After thinking for a while, Su Mo unconsciously looked up at the sky. He remembered the figure that just passed above his head.
Throwing objects from high altitudes was a criminal law in previous lives. People in this life are of low quality...
Su Mo stood up and picked up the flute outside the pavilion. Looking at the flute in his hand, he immediately rejected the idea that it was someone else throwing rubbish at high altitude.
This is a jade flute, the whole body is crystal clear and the white jade is flawless. Shan Congyu's quality was something Su Mo had never seen before in his two lifetimes...even though he hadn't lived long in this lifetime.
Moreover, the moment Su Mo picked up the jade flute, he felt something strange lingering beside him, as if there was an aura that Su Mo didn't understand dancing around him.
It must have been accidentally dropped...Su Mo sighed, caressing the flawless white jade flute, thinking of his past life.
In that life, in order to pretend to be sexy and stand out in college, Su Mo learned to play the flute while everyone else was learning guitar and drums.
At first it was just to show off, but later I really fell in love with the flute.
He likes the melodious, continuous and graceful sound.
He liked to carry the flute with him, holding it in his hand and turning it on his fingertips every day. Later, he won the first prize in a multi-school joint music competition with a flute piece.
It was just that when I first started practicing the flute, I went home and played blindly every day, which gave my parents a lot of headaches, but they were helpless.
Su Mo holds the jade flute in his hand, as if he was in a previous life...
Whose jade flute is flying quietly?
The spring breeze spreads over Luo City.
In this nocturne, I hear broken willows,
Who can't afford the love of hometown...
A song "Listening to the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night" came to Su Mo's mind...
Are you homesick... It turns out you are homesick... The crystal drops splashed into a pavilion of homesickness.
How are you, the second oldest brother in the family?...
...
The night is like water and the moon is like frost.
Feelings are like paper, music is like ink.
In the pavilion on the upper floor of the flower boat, Luo Yin was dressed in a white dress, dancing lightly with her hands, playing on the strings of the piano, and the sound of the piano rose from her fingertips. Two maids stood not far behind. Although they were used to hearing Luo Yin playing the piano, they still couldn't help but be fascinated.
A figure in red clothes floated into the attic with a scent of fragrance. Two maids bowed and saluted, but were stopped by the visitor with gestures.
The visitors just found a place to sit down and listened quietly to the music.
After a long time, I finished the song.
Luo Yin breathed a sigh of relief, and the lingering sounds dispersed, but they could not convey the meaning of the song.
"The music has a long meaning, it sounds distant, but it is a play in the mist." The visitor said with a smile, "So... our Luo family is starting to miss spring?"
Luo Yin turned around and saw the visitor, with a happy face: "Why are you free to come here today?"
Gu Yu did not give any face to the Luo family, but said fiercely: "Don't interrupt, tell me...do you feel like spring?"
Mr. Luo rolled his eyes: "The name of this song is 'Random', and the meaning comes from the listener. Thousands of people have thousands of faces. What the listener thinks is what he understands."
"It sounds desolate to those who are sad, homesick to those who miss the past, and joyful to those who are emotional." The Luo family turned around and asked, "So...why did you hear the meaning of spring?"
Gu Yu glared: "You are sophistry. Although the music is 'casual', you incorporated your own ideas when you played it. Don't even think about biting back. How can I, the repairman of the Jinghong Sword, have feelings for you?"
Luo Yin shook his head and said casually: "Who knows... maybe some people are in love with their own senior brothers?"
"You are thinking too much..." Gu Yu curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Think about it for yourself... Is there a normal person besides me in our academy?"
Why do you think you are a normal person... Everyone in Luo looked at this unaware person with some pity.
"What do you mean by that look in your eyes!" Gu Yu jumped.
Mr. Luo shook his head and chuckled: "The eyes are careless, the thoughts follow the sight, thousands of people have thousands of faces..."
"Stop, stop, stop...I lost!" Gu Yu interrupted Luo Xinwu, speechless.
Luo Yin covered her face and laughed.
Luo Yin himself would not believe it if he said that his best friend was emotional. Gu Yu cultivates the Jinghong Sword. The sword uses the 'Jinghong' sword. The sword's intent is to kill decisively, and it is extremely difficult to get emotional... Anyone among her peers who might be able to get her emotional will be killed before they even have the chance to show any signs. Let her be chopped to death!
On the contrary, I used the harp to enter the Tao, and the Tao was filled with seven emotions and six desires. If you really meet someone who is compatible with you, you may be more likely to fall in love.
Although it is the way of music, it is also the way of love.
"You said that you are the reincarnation of a music god, but you play the piano in this dusty place every day. Although it is just a simple performance, it is always inconvenient. I asked you to go to the academy with me, but you didn't go, and I didn't know what you were planning. What?" Gu Yu looked through the screen at the crowd of merry-goers drinking, making music and listening to music in the attic, with a look of displeasure on his face.
Luo Yin shook his head and whispered: "This is my way, to prove the way through sound. Although this place is poor, there is always a chance to find a suitable person to help me realize the way. And although the academy is good, who will listen to it?"
There are all kinds of weird things in the academy, and she doesn't know.
There is no normal person, the only one who understands music is right in front of me, and he is still half-assed.
Although the academy is called an academy, there are no scholars.
Sometimes everyone in Luo couldn't help but think, when the academy has a scholar, we must see if it will still be a weirdo, and the scholar will not be a weirdo!
"The troublesome Yin Dao..." Gu Yu complained helplessly, "It's not as simple as me proving the Dao with a sword!"
Luo Yin shook his head and chuckled, as if he thought of something again and then asked: "You haven't said anything yet, why are you free to come to my place today?"
Gu Yu paused after hearing this and thought for a while before remembering the purpose.
"It's all your fault for interrupting. I almost forgot. Haven't you been stuck in your realm for a long time? I stole the teacher's 'Heart Flute', which should be useful to you."
Can you blame me... Luo Yin was speechless when he heard this, and then his face lit up when he heard Gu Yu said that he had stolen the 'Heart Flute'.
If you use the qin to play a tune with Gu Yu's flute, you might really be able to try to break through the realm... The heart flute is a spiritual weapon just like your own ink qin!
Gu Yu reached for his waist and was stunned.
Looking down, he was stunned again and again.
Luo Yin's face was full of doubts.
"The heart flute is missing..."
