Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why would I still want to be the leader?

Then the piano music began to meander.

It's like the spring water is diverted by the winding roads in the mountains.

Every change is a different experience.

Every change of route brings a new interpretation.

however.

Listen and savor.

Yue Buqun sensed the metaphor behind the music.

Bai Feifei's unfamiliar song appears to be about the beauty of a mountain stream, but in reality it is about showing life.

Music is the embodiment of the river of time.

Its source is the lives of Wanjia.

It is a metaphor for the hardships and twists and turns of the people.

"Let's change the song."

Yue Bu looked up at the sky and slowly took out the wine jug.

This time he changed to a wine gourd.

One is not very refined.

But it was the green gourd he made himself.

The wine inside is not as fine as Thyme's.

It's just a very fragrant and mellow girl's red wine.

Bai Feifei asked with a smile, "No alcohol this time, won't it make you drunk?"

"This is daughter's red wine."

Yue Buqun answered softly.

He also handed over the wine gourd.

"good."

Bai Feifei's sketch.

Nod with satisfaction.

Although the evaluation is not high, it is not bad.

But Yue Buqun opened his hand and sucked the wine gourd back into his hand.

"It seems you don't understand."

Yue Buqun was a little disappointed.

He thought Bai Feifei understood this wine.

Pity.

"Does it have any special origin?"

Bai Feifei was puzzled.

The taste of Yue Buqun's daughter's red wine is mellow, and the fragrance is not as strong as expected, but has a slightly sour aftertaste.

It is this feeling that lowers my evaluation of it.

“It’s a special daughter’s red wine.”

"It's called [Lovesickness]."

Yue Buqun replied calmly.

"Lovesick red?"

Bai Feifei's mind calmed down.

Then he was inspired and began to play.

The music is like the gentle and cool autumn rain.

The pitter patter.

Raindrops.

Nourishing the hearts of lovers.

It also conveys a kind of sweetness that penetrates the heart.

An invisible hug.

Invisible attachment.

Yue Buqun finally got the hang of it.

He took out a green flute from his bosom and followed the tone of the music.

Bai Feifei smiled gracefully when she saw Yue Buqun take out the flute.

Because she had never heard that Yue Buqun could play music.

Old acquaintances such as Ning Zhongze and Feng Qingyang.

It has never been mentioned.

Just let an emotion called loneliness grow from your heart.

It reminded her of the lonely and miserable days when she was pregnant.

It made her recall every moment she thought of someone in Huashan.

Bai Feifei was gradually moved.

Her hands also began to move.

The two of them played together perfectly.

The richness of the piano.

The softness and lightness of the flute.

Both of them perfectly interpret a kind of gentle tenderness.

There is also the soul sound that cleanses the soul.

Stop singing.

Flute collection.

Bai Feifei has amazingly beautiful eyes.

She just looked at Yue Buqun quietly.

Yue Buqun simply handed her the green gourd.

[Flute Music (Level 6): 1000/]

In childhood.

The master does not allow them to use sharp weapons.

Yue Buqun and his fellow brothers used bamboo as swords and practiced sword fighting quietly.

Among them, someone made a bamboo flute.

Ever since.

The bamboo flute became the childhood musical instrument and toy of Yue Buqun and his friends.

Originally, Yue Buqun couldn't remember this skill.

But Bai Feifei appeared.

In particular, her outstanding piano skills awakened her skills in this area.

In his spare time, Yue Buqun studied the art of music.

For him after all.

For many basic life skills, you can gain proficiency just by reading books.

"Did you practice this specifically?"

Bai Feifei looked at Yue Buqun with anticipation.

Yue Buqun smiled but said nothing.

"Lovesickness Red."

"I finally understand why it's called 'Lovesickness'."

Bai Feifei was very happy.

Lovesickness is painful, and lovesickness brings regret.

But this is lovesickness, this is true love.

No wonder the wine has a slight sour taste at the end.

No wonder Yue Buqun took out such a girl’s red wine today.

Not long after.

The fresh and melodious piano music sounded again.

Echoing among the five peaks of Mount Hua.

Linger for a long time.

Refreshing and happy.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

An extremely strong horse appeared at the foot of Mount Hua.

It's slow.

Seems very tired.

Because the person sitting on it is very heavy.

He was wearing a very loose, long green cloth robe.

The cuffs were so long and large they could almost be used as flags.

Such uncomfortable clothes look so harmonious on him.

Because he is really tall.

The cuffs were high enough to just reach his knees.

at this time.

The gate of Mount Hua is right in front of you.

But he showed no sign of stopping.

Just let the tall horse walk slowly past.

"You are indeed here."

Feng Buping stood with his sword behind his back.

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi had gloomy faces.

Because this person is the Green Demon Hand Yi Ku.

The eldest brother of Red Devil Hand Yi Yeku.

Ranked 13th on the weapon list, it is at its peak.

no respond.

There wasn't even a moment of stagnation.

Yi Ku continued to move forward.