The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 77 Good and Evil
"Ouch! My head, Grandpa, what are you doing?"

With a sudden stop, the little girl on the white-haired old man's back hit the back of the old man's head, covering her forehead and screaming.

The white-haired old man didn't say anything, but just listened to something.

The little girl rubbed her forehead and got no response. She looked at her grandfather's actions and learned to listen attentively.

After listening for a while and hearing nothing, he held the old man's head and started shaking it again.

"Grandpa, Grandpa"

"Oh, my neck, my dear granddaughter, please shake your grandfather's neck gently."

The little girl stopped what she was doing, leaned on the old man's shoulder, and asked curiously, "Grandpa, what are you listening to?"

"Listening to the flute, I feel homesick, but not so sad."

The white-haired old man closed his eyes, as if he was still immersed in the sound of the flute.

"Why didn't I hear it?" The little girl listened carefully again, but still didn't hear it.

"Hahaha, Feifei, you are still young. When you grow up and your inner strength is more advanced, you will be able to hear it. Come on, grandpa will take you closer to listen."

The white-haired old man laughed and went towards the direction where the flute sound came from.

Soon the two saw the light of fire coming from the woods. It was the light of a burning campfire, and a wisp of green smoke rose from above the fire.

The smoke was not thick and was not noticeable in the night. It quickly dissipated with a breeze.

"It's a flute. I heard it too. It's a tune I've never heard before. Grandpa, do you know what it is?"

After walking a few steps forward, the little girl also heard the sound of the flute.

"I don't know. Grandpa hasn't heard of it either."

The white-haired old man kept walking. For a person who was obsessed with music and was also good at playing the flute, this unfamiliar song also aroused his curiosity.

Soon he saw the performer of the music, a young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, who was sitting on a stone and playing a bamboo flute.

There was a crow next to me, pecking at some strips of meat.

Some animal's meat was being roasted on the campfire nearby, and the rich aroma of meat wafted into the air.

goooo~
goooo~
The smell of the meat made the grandfather and grandson's stomachs growl at the same time. They looked at each other because the little girl was too playful to go into the city before sunset.

The grandfather and grandson haven't had dinner yet. It's okay for him to be hungry, but he can't bear to let his granddaughter starve. The white-haired old man is thinking about how to start asking for some food.

"Meeting is fate, two friends in the forest, why don't you come out and talk."

Mu Sheng had already noticed the movement of someone approaching. At first he thought it was just one person. When he got closer, his mental power sensed two balls of light.

He couldn't help but become alert, thinking that one of the people coming might be a master whose strength far exceeded his, or at least a master of Qinggong.

After playing a tune, he felt that the two balls of light had no intention of approaching him, so he tentatively invited them.

Mu Sheng was secretly alert, and the white-haired old man was also shocked.

Feifei is still young and short, and I am old and thin. The two of us together are not as heavy as an adult man.

Their Qinggong skills were pretty good, so they made little noise while walking through the dense forest. Not only did the other party notice them, they could also clearly tell that there were two of them.

With such keen perception, this young man should not be underestimated!

"Hahaha, I, an old man, love playing the piano and the flute the most in my life. I was attracted by the young man's flute playing, so I came here uninvited. I'm sorry to disturb you." When someone pointed out his whereabouts, the white-haired old man came out and explained with a fist.

When he saw that it was an old man carrying a little girl, Mu Sheng realized that he was overthinking and immediately relaxed.

"You are too polite, old man. It is fate that we met in this remote place because of the sound of the flute. The meat is also roasted. If you don't mind, why not have some?"

"Hahaha, thank you very much for your hospitality. May I know your name?"

Faced with the invitation, after determining that the other party was a master, the white-haired old man politely accepted it, took his granddaughter forward, and sat directly on the blanket next to the campfire.

"Musheng, the one who guards the world, the one who wins over others and oneself. What's your name, old man?"

"Nice name. My surname is Qu Yang, and this is my granddaughter Qu Feiyan." Qu Yang gave his name directly without hiding it.

Although he didn't know whether the other party had heard of the name of the Demon Cult Elder Qu Yang, he was unwilling to use a false name and deceive the young man in front of him.

Qu Yang? Qu Feiyan?

That’s right, Qu Yang should have already met Liu Zhengfeng at this time, so he came to Hengyang City to meet his old friend.

"Qu Yang? Demon Cult elder Qu Yang?"

Mu Sheng carefully looked at the white-haired old man in front of him again. He didn't look like a member of the Demon Sect at all. He looked more like an ordinary old man.

That's right. If he was full of evil and obviously not a good person, Liu Zhengfeng probably wouldn't have become close friends with him because of music. They would probably have fought as soon as they met.

"Young man, you have heard of the old man's name, so do you still want to continue entertaining us, grandpa and grandson?"

After hearing Mu Sheng reveal his identity as an elder of the Demon Cult, but not immediately getting angry, Qu Yang asked tentatively.

After all, the young man in front of him was a master he recognized, and he was with his granddaughter, so it would be best if he could avoid a meaningless fight. He was already tired of the struggle between good and evil.

Mu Sheng didn't answer in a hurry. He went into the tent to hide, took out another blanket from the space and spread it on the other side of the campfire.

Then he took the grilled steaks off the grill, cut them into pieces, put them on plates, and handed them to the grandfather and grandson respectively.

"Thank you, young hero."

Seeing that Mu Sheng continued to entertain his grandfather and grandson, Qu Yang felt that there would be no fight today and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, big brother. You are so handsome."

Qu Feiyan seemed to have noticed that the atmosphere was not right. She was not afraid and stared at Mu Sheng with wide eyes, saying nice things.

"Hahaha, clever little girl, Feifei, you are also very cute."

Mu Sheng was amused by Qu Feiyan's words. After touching her head, he sat on the blanket opposite and asked Qu Yang.

"Whether it's a decent sect or a demonic sect, I, Mu Sheng, never care what others say, I only care what they do. Has the old man ever done anything against the will of heaven and earth?"

There are no heroes in Xiaoao, whether they are righteous or evil, there are no real heroes, everyone is fighting for their own interests.

Not all the evil people in the demon sect are bad, there are also murderers among the righteous sect who are willing to kill entire families at will.

"Qu is famous in the martial arts world for his Black Blood Needle. He has also killed many people because of the conflict between the good and evil factions. I don't know if this is considered as a crime against humanity."

Qu Yang didn't know what Mu Sheng's standard was for what was harmful to others, but he didn't hide what he had done. He just looked at Mu Sheng with some caution.

If Mu Sheng wanted to take action, he would be able to react immediately.

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