Otherworldly Refinement

"I don't want it, it's so boring to let me stay in that space all day!" Jin Tong immediately protested with a bitter face.

"That's right! We don't want it. Why don't you stay there every day?" Xiaotian said a little bit aggrieved.

"Isn't this something that can't be helped? It's no wonder that bringing you two young men in this dangerous mountain range won't make people suspicious." Ling Yunfeng said helplessly.

"So what's the matter with doubt? Who dares to doubt, I tortured him to death! Look..." Xiaotian slanted his eyes, and said with a sinister arc at the corner of his mouth.

It's just that before he finished speaking, there was a crisp sound, and a big hand slapped the back of his head fiercely.

"Snapped!"

"Dad, what are you doing?" Xiaotian immediately covered the back of his head, pouted his mouth, and looked at Ling Yunfeng with aggrieved expression.

"You are very powerful, aren't you? With your strength, you dare to torture people to death. If you were powerful, you would not have met the fourth-level spotted water python and the fifth-level one-horned gray wolf. Run away." Ling Yunfeng stared at Xiaotian and said.

Hearing this, Xiao Tian suddenly became a little embarrassed, but still said unconvinced: "Now that I meet that big bug, I can definitely torture it to death, and that puppy, I can also torture it to death soon. "

"You also knew you couldn't!" Ling Yunfeng said with a serious face on purpose, and then looked at the aggrieved appearance of the two little guys, and then his face eased a little, and said: "Well, I will let you out as soon as you enter the town. .As long as you reach the strength of King Wu, you can do whatever you like, I don’t care, will this work?”

The two little guys pondered for a while when they heard the words, and then they said with a hint of joy on their faces: "It's more or less the same!"

"Okay, Shi Tian, ​​stop at the top of the mountain ahead." Ling Yunfeng then instructed Tianyi Yanshi.

"Roar!" The Sky Winged Flame Lion suddenly let out a loud roar, and the wings on its back revived, and it galloped forward...

In a forest, Ling Yunfeng walked slowly in the forest, stepping on the ground full of fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

At a certain moment, Ling Yunfeng suddenly stopped, raised his head and looked forward, raised his eyebrows, and showed a smile on his face.

I saw a crooked vine wrapped around the trunk of a towering tree in front. The vine was as thick as an arm, and the leaves on it were very sparse, and the leaves were very small, about the size of a thumb.

Of course, what attracted Ling Yunfeng's attention was the two lantern-shaped yellow fruits growing on the five or six-meter-high vine.

It was a kind of elixir called Xuandengguo, which was very valuable, at least one piece was worth several thousand gold coins.

"It seems that today's harvest is not small." Ling Yunfeng smiled slightly, and immediately the martial energy in his body gushed out, filling all the veins in his body.

"Boom!"

The next moment, with the sound of an explosion under his feet, Ling Yunfeng's body suddenly soared up to the sky and swept towards the two hanging lantern fruits.

"Whoosh!"

However, when Ling Yunfeng's body was still a few meters away from the hanging lantern fruit, a sharp hiss sounded suddenly, and a huge green shadow suddenly jumped out from among the dense leaves and rushed towards him.

"Fizz!"

Seeing this, Ling Yunfeng's face changed, and he turned his right palm quickly, and a silver light flashed out, and a silver long sword appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Yunfeng held the long sword and slashed fiercely at the front air. Suddenly, a burst of green light flashed from the long sword and fell directly on the green shadow. There was a muffled sound, accompanied by a burst of blood light. out.

At the same time, Ling Yunfeng also took advantage of the counter-shock force to recede and landed on the ground. The silver sword in his hand was stained with bright red blood, and a few drops of blood dripped down the sword tip. .

"Boom!" At the same moment, the huge green shadow in the sky also slammed down heavily on the ground, shaking the ground slightly, and immediately saw the huge green shadow writhing violently on the ground. .

At this time, Ling Yunfeng also saw its true face clearly, and saw that it was a huge python, but its flat head was extremely huge, several times larger than its body, and there were a few long strands at the corner of its mouth. green beard.

It's just that at this time its head has been split in half by Ling Yunfeng's previous sword, blood and flesh are flowing out, it must be dead.

"So it's just a first-order blue-bearded python!" Ling Yunfeng said lightly, and immediately ignored the green giant python struggling on the ground, bent his legs, jumped up again, and swept to the five or six-meter-high python. On the trunk, put away the two hanging lantern fruits.

Immediately, Ling Yunfeng returned to the ground, walked up to the green-bearded python that was still dying and twisting, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, he put it into the cauldron refining space, and immediately wanted to move forward to continue walking.

"Deng Deng!" At this moment, a quiet piano sound came slowly, echoing in Zhou Kong.The sound of the piano is euphemistic and continuous, with high swings and ups and downs, and the clouds rise and snow fly.

The rhythm of this zither sound is extremely slow and elegant, but it has a hint of desolation, which hits people's hearts, making the entire empty forest linger in a sad and dull atmosphere.

Listening to the sound of the zither, Ling Yunfeng felt a sense of desolation slowly rising in his heart, and a bitterness welled up from the tip of his nose.

From the sound of the piano, he knew the loneliness and grief of the player who played the piano. He was full of despair for the world and wanted to leave, but he seemed to have some concerns and obsessions in his heart, so he couldn't stay in this world any longer. world.

Under the sad and melancholy sound of the piano, Ling Yunfeng seemed to be infected, a look of sadness appeared on his face, and he walked unconsciously in the direction of the sound of the piano.

On a huge rock, an old and crooked figure sat cross-legged, with a Guqin lying flat on his knees.

This old figure is an old woman who seems to be six or seventy years old, dressed in a gray-white linen robe, with a wrinkled face full of sorrow, but the strange thing is that the old woman's eyes are extremely deep and clear.But there is no brilliance, lost and godless.

"Alas!" At this moment, the old figure looked at the continuous scenery in the distance and sighed softly. His withered hands seemed to be unconsciously plucking on the strings, but there were bursts of ups and downs.

After the song was played, the gray-white robed old woman gently put her hands on the strings, raised her head slightly, closed her eyes tightly, took a deep breath, her throat rolled slightly, and she was a little choked.

At this time, Ling Yunfeng had unknowingly arrived under the rock where the old woman was.

With the end of the song, Ling Yunfeng sighed softly as if thinking deeply, and said in a low voice: "There is no place to talk about desolation in a lonely grave thousands of miles away. Even if we meet each other without knowing each other, his face is covered with dust and his temples are like frost. He Don't be infatuated with love in life, there is no place in the world for lovesickness. The sky is not old, and love is inevitable."

"Brush!" Hearing the voice that suddenly came to mind, the old woman on the rock suddenly opened her eyes, a few gleams of light flashed in her deep eyes, she turned her head to look down, and when she saw Ling Yunfeng's youthful appearance, Bu A look of surprise appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Young man, do you also understand rhythm?" the old woman in the gray robe asked Ling Yunfeng while watching her.

"Uh!" Hearing the old woman's voice, Ling Yunfeng came back to his senses. Looking at the old woman on the rock, he was stunned for a moment, and then said with a trace of apology: "Old woman, please forgive me, I heard the sound of the piano The one who walked in involuntarily disturbed you. As for the rhythm, I only know a little bit about it."

"It's okay, then tell me what you heard?" The old woman nodded with a flash of clear eyes.

"It's not easy to say, I don't dare to talk nonsense!" Ling Yunfeng hesitated, and said, it was really not easy to speak out when he heard those things just now.

"It's okay, just tell me, I won't care." The old woman seemed to see the former's mind, and said softly.

"This...well, since the old lady asked, I'll be blunt." Seeing this, Ling Yunfeng hesitated again, then straightened out his thoughts, looked at the former and said: "I heard a kind of farewell to death. Mourn."

Hearing this, the body of the old woman on the rock couldn't help trembling slightly, the originally extremely calm and indifferent eyes flickered slightly, and the pupils of the eyes couldn't help but widen.

Seeing the former's reaction, he knew he was right, so Ling Yunfeng smiled slightly and continued: "I think the composer should be thinking of an old friend of mine, and the relationship between this person and the composer is still different. It's not easy, it should be a lover.

However, if my guess is correct, some accidents might have happened to the composer's old friend, and the composer was also hopeless and wanted to die. It's just that there seems to be something he cares about in this world, so he didn't follow the old man. go. "

After listening to Ling Yunfeng's words, the old woman fell into deep thought immediately, and after a while, she sighed slightly: "You are right. The soul has been broken, the dream of love is lingering, the moon is endless, who knows the hatred?"

"Grandmother, I wonder who wrote the lyrics? Is this person not very old?" Ling Yunfeng asked after hesitation, thinking that the old woman would not be able to write such lingering and mournful lyrics in her old age. right.

"The song? It was written by the old woman's daughter, but she has gone with others." The old woman's face changed without showing any trace, and she said immediately.

"Oh, I'm sorry, old woman, I brought up your sadness." Ling Yunfeng apologized quickly.

"It's okay, I've almost forgotten about that." The old woman smiled brightly, then looked at Ling Yunfeng and asked: "Young man, did you write that poem just now? You have such an accomplishment in poetry at a young age, It's really extraordinary."

"The old lady was joking. That's all just dancing around, and I can't get on the stage." Ling Yunfeng smiled a little embarrassedly, but felt embarrassed in his heart. He didn't make those poems. Everyone works.

"Hehe, you don't have to be too humble. Although the old lady is very old, she still has eyesight. Your poems and lines are all swan songs. If such poems can't be on the stage, I'm afraid there are not many poems in this world that can do it." It's time to get on the stage." The old woman smiled, looking at Ling Yunfeng with a hint of appreciation in her clear eyes, she could see that what the latter said was completely fair, without the slightest affectation.