Yue Buqun and his wife agreed that it was midnight and they put away the book. Yue Buqun was about to go to the mountain, but he had to discuss with Feng Qingyang.

Suddenly, there was a lingering sound of flutes from the bottom of the mountain, and it seemed to be coming from the mountain.

"The only one who has this internal ability is Wei Yang. This kid doesn't sleep at night and runs to the mountains to play the flute. Do you miss your wife?" Ning Zhongze said strangely.

Yue Buqun glanced at him.

"A real man is dominating the world, and the heroes bow down. What's wrong with thinking about the wife?" Ning Nuxia smiled and said, "I see you scholars, you are just thin-skinned and dark-hearted..."

Yue Buqun's face turned dark, what are he saying?

"But listen to the sound of the flute, can you find out where it came from?" Ning Nuxia was funny. "The higher the martial arts skills, the more casual this kid is doing things. You have to learn from his advantages, so-called returning to nature... Huh? Someone is here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone at the foot of the mountain said loudly: "Wei Xiaolang, old friends are here to visit, why not go down the mountain to see you?"

Yue Buqun's face changed slightly, and the person had such strong internal strength!

"Why do I sound familiar to you-"

When Nv Xia heard it carefully, she immediately raised her sword and said, "Senior Brother, this is the elder of the Demon Sect!"

What's wrong with the elder of the Demon Cult?

"Sitting early, a few elders of the Demon Cult, they dare not step onto Mount Hua," Yue Buqun smiled, "Since they are looking for Wei Yang, maybe it's for the caravan, so don't worry about him."

"No, this time I came to Qu Yang. This person may not be better than me in martial arts," Ning Zhong was very confident, but he did not dare to relax his vigilance. "But he has a way to use hidden weapons. The Black Blood Divine Needle of the Demon Cult is very impressive. We have to go and take a look."

As early as the foot of Piaomiao Peak, Ninn had seen Qu Yang. Back then, she was no match for these people. When she entered the country, she was sure that these people were not her opponent, but the hidden weapons used by these people were very vicious and she was afraid of them.

"No need to go, the reputation of the Huashan School is not necessary to be taken out at this time," Yue Buqun smiled, not caring about other people's opinions. "Our appearance can certainly prevent these people from stepping into Huashan easily, but it is also..."

Before he finished speaking, someone shouted loudly at the foot of the mountain: "Duke Qin, how are you practicing your sword skills?"

"It was the spy of the Ma Tsing Qianhu, Tatar," Ning Zhongze was greatly surprised. Why did this guy run to the Central Plains again? "Can he become an immortal body?"

If not, how dare he come to Wei Yang?

"The Tatars are thinking." Yue Buqun's expression moved, and he laughed and stood up, "Let's go and see them. If the Tatars have abnormal movements, it will be convenient for us."

what?

"Disciples have gone down the mountain. What do we think of staying on the mountain? If the Tatars have any thoughts, let's go and inquire." Yue Buqun chuckled. This is a good opportunity that other sects are difficult to get.

The sound of the flute is still ethereal, and the technique is not very outstanding. It just has an internal force that makes the thousands of mountains and peaks of Huashan seem to be filled with the sound of the flute. The sound of the flute is crisp, but the melody is extremely heavy. It seems that it is a person who has seen all the prosperity and war, and only relies on the green cow to tell the ancient Xia and Shang dynasties, and the clouds and winds are lightly commenting on the Zhou, Wu and Qin emperors, and lists the romantic boys of the generations, opening their mouths are Zhou, Qin, Han and Tang dynasties. Here there are mountain streams singing and singing, and the bright moon listening with their ears.

At the foot of Mount Hua, he was carrying a long sword with a piano bag. He looked very old and haggard. Qu Yang, who was standing by the roadside, looked leisurely, was wearing clean new clothes, and an iron sword hanging from his waist. He nodded and praised: "Good song," and shook his head and cursed, "What a bad skill."

Beside him, the horses of the early years were wearing worn-out clothes, carrying two scimitars on their backs, holding a thin horse in their hands, looking quite nervous, and there was a calmness between their eyebrows.

The two of them did not come from the same route. Ma Shiqianhu was wandering outside the mountain. When Qu Yang suddenly appeared, he came only when he heard the sound of the flute. Otherwise, he would have talked about martial arts with guests at a restaurant outside the mountain.

But neither of them noticed it. On the treetops behind them, Wei Yang was like trampling on waves. The mountain wind blew the frozen willow trees, and the giant dragon walking on the lotus mountain at his feet. He stood on the treetops, standing only more than ten feet behind the two of them, and they could not notice it.

The sound of the flute was ethereal and distant, as if it was on the top of a mountain, on the clouds, and in front of you, on the ground under your feet, on the grass leaves beside the road, and in the shoulders and ears of the two of them.

In a moment, the figure on the mountain was like a dragon and a fairy, and the two of them looked at it. Naturally, Yue Buqun and his wife were not seen, but Wei Yang was not seen.

Qu Yang looked upset and said, "I am the God's Sect Qu Yang, who came here when I heard the sound of the flute. Young Master Wei doesn't want to see him?"

Ma Shiqianhu wandered for a while before bowing and saying, "The envoy of Tatar Dayan Khan, asking for an old friend, I hope you can send me a message, I am grateful."

Yue Buqun was funny, Ning Zhongze pointed behind the two of them.

What?

The two of them turned around and Ma Shiqianhu was just falling down. Qu Yang jumped in horror and was about to leave.

The sound of the flute was still ethereal, but Qu Yang felt that there seemed to be two long swords behind his leg bend for a moment. As soon as he flashed, he felt a tingling pain in his leg bend. He wanted to improve his erectile slight skills, and his ankle suddenly hurt like a steel needle. He looked back and looked at it, but he was like a shadow following two earth dragons.

Such martial arts are really shocking!

Qu Yang sighed, resenting himself in his heart.

Do you think it's cheap or not?

I stayed at the foot of the mountain with a stove and a can of tea to relieve my fatigue. I just wanted to go to Huashan to listen to the sound of the flute. Isn’t this feeling impatient to live?

He had no choice but to stop and turn around and ask, "What kind of music are you?"

Then he habitually disliked: "The song is very good, but this... well, if you give up the flute and use the flute, the song will have a taste."

Wei Yang was like a stream of light and a breeze. When a few people felt intuition, he stood in front of Qu Yang.

"The light technique of Elder Hao of the Divine Cult, and the shocking internal strength of the world, this man is invincible." Qu Yang had never seen Dongfang Bubai take action, so he just thought about it in his heart, so he bowed and said, "I didn't intend to spy on it, but this song is very good..."

With a dripping whistle, the flute sound comes from the clouds, from the top of the mountain, from the clear stream, and then returns here. Wei Yang put away the bamboo flute and smiled and said, "Elder Qu is good at martial arts, but the music is everyone. Naturally, he looks down on this skill of first peeking at the door. Don't worry, he has no malicious intentions towards you."

But I'm afraid!

Qu Yang bowed and said, "For time..."

"Will you cheat yourself first when you lie?" Wei Yang said with a hilarious voice, "Forget it, this song is called "Floating Light", I brought it to you."

This is not his ability, but a not very famous song in his memory in his previous life, so he naturally would not take it for himself.

Qu Yang only said he heard it from others, so he also said, "This song is beautiful and charming, but it's not suitable for flutes."

yes.

This is a piano piece.

"Or, you are idle and try to adapt it?" Wei Yang said, "I love the song for five thousand years and thousands of romantic characters. If you can adapt it into a famous song, it will be an opportunity. It must be noted that there is also your son who sacrificed his life to the national crisis here. He is also a hero among the Han people, so he will be really romantic."

Qu Yang looked dazed and thought about the song carefully. He seemed to see a young man with ordinary faces, ordinary martial arts and extremely ordinary clothes came from the mountains and forests. He was his prime son, a two fool who did not participate in disputes in the world and was devoted to farming and supporting the family.
Chapter completed!