Another immortal cultivator, exaggerated... Su Momo looked at the figure passing by overhead, curled his lips, but was envious.

Cultivators are transcendent and each has magical powers. They either turn stones into gold, fly with swords, or condense all things. What's worse, they can turn the rivers and seas and live endlessly. As an ordinary person, their understanding of immortals can only be passed down from word to mouth between the mortals.

"The sound of the piano, the bright moon, the fairy... This love and scene should be white!" Su Mo smiled silently, and finally lost his normal mind and should be punished!

The capital is prosperous. Since Su Mo entered the capital, he has seen several people who can fly in the sky. From the memories in front of him, he learned that ordinary people can fly in the sky by practicing to the foundation building realm. However, there are formations in this capital, so flying in the sky must be at least a powerful person in the Golden Pill realm.

Just now, another golden elixir flew over my head... Su Mo raised the pot and took a big sip. He shook his head and smiled. He also knew that he could see the powerful Jindan people in every three days. It was not that there were many powerful Jindan people, but that this was the capital and the land of national fortune. It was not surprising that some strong people gathered.

"Dong!" A sound of something falling to the ground came from outside the pavilion where Su Mo was.

Putting down the wine pot and turning to look, Su Mo saw a flute lying outside the pavilion.

Looking back, there was no one around!

After thinking about it, Su Mo unconsciously looked up at the sky, and he remembered the figure that had just passed by his head.

Throwing objects from high altitudes was included in the criminal law in the previous life. People in this life are of low quality...

Su Mo got up and picked up the flute outside the pavilion. Looking at the flute in his hand, he immediately denied the idea that someone else was throwing garbage at a high altitude.

This is a jade flute, crystal clear and flawless white jade. The quality of jade alone is something that Su Mo has lived in two lives... although he hasn't lived for long in this life.

Moreover, the moment Su Mo picked up the jade flute, he felt something strange lingering on the side, as if there was a breath that Su Mo didn't understand dancing around him.

It must have fallen accidentally... Su Mo sighed, gently stroked the flawless jade flute, thinking of his previous life.

In that life, in order to pretend to be an X and appear unique in college, Su Mo learned to play the flute when everyone was learning guitar and drums.

At first, I just wanted to show off, but later I gradually fell in love with Flute.

He likes that melodious, continuous, and melodious voice.

He likes to carry the flute with him, hold it in his hands every day, turn it on his fingertips, and later won the first prize in the multi-school linkage music competition with a flute song.

But when I was practicing flute in the early days, I went home to play around every day, and my parents had a headache, but I could do nothing.

Su Mo held the jade flute in his hand, as if he was in his previous life...

Whose jade flute is flying in the dark?

The spring breeze spreads throughout Luocheng.

I heard the willows breaking in this nocturne,

Who doesn't have a love for his hometown...

A song "Hearing the Flute in Luocheng in Spring Night" came to Su Mo's heart...

Is homesick? It turns out that I miss homesick... crystal dripping, splashing a pavilion of homesickness.

The two old people in the family, how are they...

......

The night is like water and the moon is like frost.

Thoughts are like paper, and musical sounds are like ink.

Inside the pavilion above the flower boat, Luo Yin was wearing a white dress, dancing with her hands, playing on the strings of the piano, and the piano was raised at the fingertips. Two maids stood not far behind her. Although they had long been used to playing the piano, they still couldn't help but fall into the mind.

A figure in red wafted into the attic with fragrant wind. Two maids bowed and saluted, but were stopped by the visitor with gestures.

The person who came just found a seat and sat down and listened quietly to the piano music.

After a long time, I finished speaking.

Luo Yin let out a sigh of relief, and the lingering sound dissipated, but it could not dissipate the meaning of the song.

"The meaning of the song is continuous, it sounds distant, but it is a play in the fog." The visitor teased, "So... have our Luo people started to miss the spring?"

Luo Yin turned around and saw the visitor, showing a happy expression: "Why are you free here today?"

Gu Yu did not give everyone face at all, but said 'viciously': "Don't interrupt, say... Is it Sichun now?"

Luo everyone rolled their eyes: "This song is called 'Suite'. It is as follows the listener as he listens. Thousands of people face thousands of faces, and what the listener thinks is what he understands."

"A sad person is desolate to hear it, a sad person is missed to hear it, and a moving person is happy to hear it." Luo Jia rebelled against the army, "So... why did you hear the meaning of spring?"

Gu Yu stared at her eyes: "You are quibbling. Although the song is 'indiscriminate', you have incorporated your own will when playing it. Don't even bite it back. How could I feel when I practice Jinghong Sword?"

Luo Yin shook his head and said casually: "Who knows... Is it possible that some people are in love with their own brothers?"

"You're thinking too much..." Gu Yu curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Think about it yourself... Is there a normal person in our academy besides me?"

Why do you think you are a normal person? Luo everyone looked at this unaware of it with some 'mercy'.

"What does your look mean!" Gu Yu jumped.

Luo people shook their heads and chuckled: "The eyes are unintentional, and those who see them will rise up, and thousands of people face each other..."

"Stop and stop...I lost!" Gu Yu interrupted Luo Xinwu, speechless.

Luo Yin covered her face and laughed.

Luo Yin would not believe that his best friend was moved. Gu Yuxiu was the Jinghong Sword, and the sword was "Jinghong". The sword was determined and decisive, so it was extremely difficult to move... Those of her peers who might be able to make her moved were probably killed by her before there was any sign!

On the contrary, I use the piano to enter the Tao, and there are seven emotions and six desires in the Tao. If I really meet someone who is in line with him, I am afraid it will be more likely to be moved.

Although it is a piano, it is a love path.

"You said that you are a god of music, but you are playing the piano every day in this dusty place. Although you are just playing it simply, you are always inconvenient. If you ask me to go to the academy, you don't know what you are trying to do." Gu Yu looked through the screen at the group of happy people who were drinking and listening to music in the attic, and looked displeased.

Luo Yin shook his head and whispered: "This is my Tao, I can prove the Tao with my sound. Although this place is bad, there is always a glimmer of opportunity to find a compatible person to assist me in my Taoism. Although the academy is good, who can I listen to it?"

She can't even know what strange things are in the academy.

There is no normal person, the only one who understands music is right in front of him, and he is still a half-baked person.

Although the academy is called the academy, there is no scholar.

Sometimes everyone in Luo can’t help but wonder, when there will be a scholar in the academy, you must see if it will be a strange person. Scholars must be even less weird!

"Trouble Yindao..." Gu Yu complained helplessly, "It's better to be able to prove the truth with my sword!"

Luo Yin shook his head and chuckled, as if he thought of something and asked, "You haven't said it yet, why are you free to come to me today?"

Gu Yu paused when he heard this, and thought about it before remembering the purpose.

"It's all your fault that you interrupted. I almost forgot. Haven't your realm stuck for a long time? I stole the teacher's 'heart flute', which should be useful to you."

Can I blame me for this... Luo Yin was speechless when he heard Gu Yu's words and said that he had stolen the "heart flute" and his face was happy.

If you play a song with Gu Yu in a choir, you may really try to break the situation... The heart flute is like your own ink choir, and it is a spiritual weapon!

Gu Yu reached out to his waist and was stunned.

He looked down and was stunned again and again.

Luo Yin looked confused.
Chapter completed!