The sound of the flute is ethereal, echoing faintly in the moonlit night.
On the first floor, Qian Junzi, Zong Zhilian and other people with profound qi were alert at first, but after a careful pause, they felt that the sound of the flute was not offensive, so they didn't take it to heart.
This place is close to the capital of Qi, and the king of Qi likes the melody. Maybe there is a musician on the road who can't sleep at night and plays softly.
The sound of the flute is indeed non-aggressive, because Mr. Yin, who is the player, has not used the sound wave ability of the magic sound valley at all.
Others in the same group naturally still slept soundly.
Most people were up all night last night, snoring loudly after drinking and eating.
Only the suzerain old man knew that there was no difference in his heart, but he also let out a slight sleeping snore.
With his cultivation base of profound energy, he already knew this Mr. Yin as soon as he came out of the room.
Even Mr. Yin could feel it clearly when he quietly walked to the railing at the corner of the corridor on the second floor, and jumped onto the top of the attic opposite.
He didn't think this kid could do anything good, so he just stared at his breath.
The suzerain didn't mind that Mr. Yin caused trouble for Wu Zhe and others, and he wouldn't even care if the two sides fought.
As long as these disciples of the Sword Fighting Sect were not severely maimed or killed, it was not worthy of him as the suzerain to do it himself.
There are many dangers in the world, how can we protect ourselves at all times
However, if this guy took advantage of the night to take advantage of the female disciple, the suzerain would not agree.
It's a pity that after staring at it for a while, the sound of the flute was still not aggressive at all, and the Suzerain couldn't help but feel a little angry at the sound of the son.
Trash, why don't you provoke me? The old man secretly scolded him in his heart for not causing trouble enough. I also want to see how Xiao Ruoyao and others deal with you, a master of profound energy.
The level that Mr. Yin declared to the outside world can't be concealed from the suzerain at all.
He could clearly feel that Mr. Yin's cultivation level did not match the level disclosed to the outside world.
In his twenties, he has already reached the seven-star level, and can barely reach the eight-star level after breaking out.
This level can be regarded as a powerful enemy for Zong Zhilian and others. Even if a large group of people in the same industry join forces, they will definitely not get anything good.
Leaving aside the suzerain who wished for something to happen, Wu Zhe on the second floor could hear the flute clearly and was surprised.
Why is there still playing the flute in the middle of the night? What a waste of rest.
Wu Zhe quietly sat up and glanced at Mu Qingya.
The evolution body's eyesight automatically strengthened in the darker places at night. In the faint moonlight through the paper window, one could vaguely see Mu Qingya in the opposite bed curtain who was still asleep and didn't show anything.
Wu Zhe checked his physical fitness casually. Since he slept a lot of time on the horse during the day, his physical reserves were quite abundant.
But Mu Qingya never took a break, and she couldn't speak well, but her hearing was fine. What if the sound of the flute delayed her rest
Ruo Mu Qingya feels that the sound of the flute is too loud, so it's not easy to make a sound, right? Then I will help her to stop. Wu Zhe thought about it, got up quietly, grabbed the outer clothes and put them on, and tiptoed to the window.
In fact, she herself was too sensitive, the sound of the flute was faint and ethereal, and it was not enough to disturb people's sleep.
It's just that the evolutionary body is still more sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment, and she was lying on the bed thinking wildly, but was more concerned about whether the sound of the flute would affect Mu Qingya's sleep.
Gently pushing open the window, Wu Zhe saw a young master standing on the attic opposite.
The young man was dressed in white, with a soap towel tied around his head, and a brocade belt and Chinese boots. He stood proudly on a steeple in the attic. Holding a green flute in both hands, playing it leisurely by his mouth.
He is the young master Yinzi of Magic Sound Valley.
Mr. Yin is playing the flute here not only for Wu Zhe, but more importantly because he needs to use Yuehua to supplement his profound energy.
Although the cultivation of profound energy in Magic Sound Valley can also be improved through meditation. But the art of sound control requires a state of mind.
Playing under the moonlit night is a daily necessity, and this young master is practicing boy kung fu. Although the boy's martial arts made him improve his profound energy faster than his peers, some of the effects were not good.
The sequelae are a mouthful of pure yang qi condensed in the heart. The strong flame is not low on women, but it is not enough to ravage and play with many women at ordinary times.
Moreover, Yuanyang's inability to let go often caused him to be impetuous, which was also a shackle in his cultivation.
The so-called harmony of yin and yang, the return of the sun and the moon, requires the assistance of yin and softness to help him overcome the burning pain of excess yang qi in his body.
The pure moonlight every night is a good auxiliary environment for him to meditate on his flute. Basically every night he would choose some time to play a song under the moonlight.
The mysterious energy of Magic Sound Valley circulates in the body, which contains yang energy, and under the moonlight, it has a very good coolant-like effect.
Since the profound energy was not released, there was no aggressiveness in the sound of the flute.
Of course, the playing tonight was a bit longer than usual. In fact, he had the idea of luring the fair-skinned storyteller out of his mind.
He didn't intend to use Magic Sound Valley's sonic attack to lure her out.
It's just for chatting as a supplement. It's good that you can open the window. If you don't pay attention, forget it, and find a gap to contact tomorrow.
But it was unexpectedly easy, and this girl was the first to open the windows of many residents near the inn.
It's a good sense of hearing, and I was the first to detect it. Young Master Yin noticed her quietly pushing open the window, and couldn't help but praise her. The sound of the flute tonight was gloomy, and one would not have noticed it without a certain sense of hearing or profound energy cultivation.
Mr. Yin intentionally has a more upright figure, and under the moonlight, he looks like a jade tree facing the wind, handsome and elegant.
He has used this trick not more than a dozen times, but also eight times, and every time he has achieved great success.
There are so many young ladies who are rich and beautiful, when they see such a handsome young man in the night, they fall in love at first sight, and they are voluntarily abducted by this young man.
Of course, if these nympho women fall into his hands, there will be no good ending.
Mr. Yin was posing here, and soon a window was pushed open.
It was Hu Yunshang resting on the first floor.
This idiot also heard the sound of the flute, and also did not notice that although Xuan Qi was not alert in his heart, what lingered in his mind was the image of Xiao Ruoyao sleeping soundly on the horse during the day, no matter how hard he tossed and turned, he couldn't calm down and fall asleep.
So he opened the window boredly, just in time to see a handsome young man standing on the opposite floor looking handsome...
Hu Yunshang curled his lips, and was about to close the window indifferently, but suddenly saw the young man turn his head and look towards his own upstairs.
Um? second floor? Isn't it Xiao Ruoyao and Mu Qingya's room
Hu Yun moved sadly, and looked up with his head slightly.
Sure enough, I saw that the upper window in the middle was open, and an arm was stretched out and waving.
Looking at the blue dress on his arm, is Ruoyao waving at him
Hu Yun let out a sad thud, as if hit by a heavy hammer.
Wu Zhe was indeed waving at Mr. Chaoyin.
On the attic opposite, Mr. Yin was confidently charming the girl when he was sure that he was beckoning, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the girl waving at him at the window.
Um? invite me over
This girl is really bold and proactive, she deserves to be a woman who dares to tell stories in front of many warriors.
Mr. Yin deliberately kept playing the flute, and still maintained the posture of playing. He just turned his body and floated towards Wu Zhe with his feet lightly in the air.
This image creation can be described as very successful. If an ordinary woman saw it, she would be astonished as if she were a fairy, and she would feel that her ideal person fell from the sky and fell in front of her.
Quite a few women just watched Mr. Yin behave like this and fell in love with him.
But when Mr. Yin was only in the air, Wu Zhe made a movement, and it was as if Mr. Yin was hit by a stick in the air.
She covered her ears with her hands, frowning and pouted, shaking her head.
This is a very contemptuous posture: your voice is very annoying, it has already disturbed me, and people have to plug their ears to clean it!
What? This girl finds my flute annoying
Without a breath of profound energy, Mr. Yin widened his eyes in disbelief, and the figure floating in the air fell, and landed on the street with a thud.
Fortunately, although his mind was stimulated by being despised, due to the demeanor he had cultivated over the years, he did not fall to the ground in embarrassment, but landed quietly on his toes at the last moment.
Just because of my unrestrained demeanor, I didn't fascinate her? Mr. Yin shouted in his heart: This is impossible!
But the scornful eyes of the girl upstairs made her attitude clear.
Who are you? Playing the flute in the middle of the night, isn't it annoying? !