The night is as cool as water, and the valley is empty.

According to the outline outlined by Wang Zheng on the map, Feng Minger and his group really came to the place where Xu Xian jumped off the cliff.

Under the cold moonlight, Feng Minger slowly walked towards the cliff where Xu Xian jumped off the cliff in a gorgeous and beautiful feathered dress.

The silver pupils are like the bright moon in the sky. The beautiful face is as noble and noble as the stars in the sky. The phoenix is ​​like a fairy descending to earth in the world.

And behind Feng Ming'er, the few men were much more strange.

Each of them had a strong aura, but they stood guard against each other. Each of them wanted to be closer to Feng Minger, but they could not resist the others' secretly attacks.

Among these people, there are the qi and blood that are domineering Qilin, the cold and arrogant Beiming Kun clan, and the human race that is warm all over, as if it is a boy next door...

However, Feng Ming'er seemed to have become accustomed to their existence and ignored it at all. Instead, she walked towards the edge of the cliff on her own.

At this moment, the sound of a flute suddenly came from a distant place.

The sound of the cry was sobbing, with an indescribable coldness, loneliness, desolation, and some indescribable feeling. It seemed that it was a sound that spanned thousands of years and still lingered.

If Li Xueqi was here, she would definitely be able to hear it all at once. The sound of the flute was exactly a thousand years ago when Wang Zheng played it in the thousand-year illusion.

A thousand years ago, to put it bluntly, it is a thousand years later the solo version of the flute sound.

A long flute, after playing for a thousand years, really told the loneliness that had been entangled for thousands of years. The sound of the flute combined with that tone is even more like the Chinese style of blue and white porcelain and Jiangnan.

Feng Minger originally likes the tones of Jiangnan and blue and white porcelain. She likes the song with a long charm but a melodious tone and round, with a traditional oriental beauty.

When Feng Minger heard this Xiao Sheng, she became curious and took a step forward and found where Xiao Sheng came from.

Behind Feng Ming'er, several men seemed to be facing a great enemy. After looking at each other, they tacitly used their own methods and quietly broke through the space and followed. At this moment, their eyes were full of vigilance.

"Um?"

Looking at the person who played the flute, Feng Ming'er's eyes were neither sad nor happy. She thought that the person who could play such a song was either a senior with a story or an excellent peer, but unexpectedly, the person in the distance was an ordinary man.

Not to mention his ordinary appearance, although his cultivation is considered good, he is much worse than those of them.

Not only Feng Ming'er saw the man, but the other men immediately let out a sigh of relief after seeing the man. Such a scumbag was useless compared to them.

Someone secretly glanced at Feng Ming'er and found that Feng Ming'er didn't even look at the person, but just listened quietly to the sound of the flute.

"It seems that Miss Feng Ming'er just likes this song. Well, I'll write down this song and blow it to Miss Feng Ming'er in the future."

Seeing Feng Minger's performance, the man thought about it secretly, and at the same time, he also quietly made a decision, a decision that seemed to be something that would make him favored by Feng Minger.

He didn't think anything was wrong with his own state of racking his brains and only seeking a love for his beauty. After all, Feng Ming'er's talent and family affairs were there, and such a beautiful girl from heaven was worth pursuing.

Feng Minger's noble attitude is not a hypocritical attitude. It is the attitude that he should have as a genius!

Therefore, these people were not angry when facing Feng Minger's coldness, but instead became energetic.

Unfortunately, they did not understand Wang Zheng's routine.

At this moment, Wang Zheng was fully engaged in the causal transformation decision, quietly lurking in the corner, observing everyone's performance.

Everyone did not expect Wang Zheng, and had no intention of showing up, but just listened quietly to Kong Fan playing the flute.

In their eyes, the ordinary young man sat on the cliff, hanging one leg outside the cliff, but hugged the other leg, blowing Changxiao in a chic and unrestrained manner.

The thick fog and miasma in the mountain stream happened to be blown up by the mountain wind at this time, surging past him, making everything hazy and unreal.

The wild smoke and weeds are alienated from the world. People are in the world, and there is no self in the world. This is like a special state that is incompatible with everything and with all things. At this moment, the man seems so lonely.

The long loose hair floats gently in the wind, and it floats in the clouds and mists as if it is real and illusory. The song is gentle and low, and after a quiet song, it makes people feel endless aftertaste, as if it is a lonely person for thousands of years, with the hope that has never given up in his heart.

"This song is really good." This is what everyone's comment on this song.

After listening to the song, although I wanted to stand on the cliff and see where Xu Xian jumped off the cliff, there were idle people disturbing me here, and I was still a seemingly ordinary idle person.

Feng Ming'er naturally didn't plan to show up because she knew how much shock she would bring when she appeared with those people around her.

At the same time, she didn't want to be devastated by a strange and ordinary person.

Thinking of this, Feng Minger made a move and wanted to leave.

And at this moment, an unexpected scene appeared. The ordinary man suddenly put away Chang Xiao, and for no reason, waved his hand and threw Chang Xiao into the mountain stream, then brushed his sleeves away without a trace of nostalgia and pity.

Feng Ming'er frowned and looked at the ordinary man's departure back, and became curious for the first time.

Why did he throw the flute away? Why did he leave so resolutely? What does the sound of the flute represent?

However, after all, it was a genius. After a change of thought, he didn't take such a small matter to heart, so he turned around and left.

Xu Xian jumped off the cliff and returned to his coldness again.

Xinghangcheng, within Duanjia Inn.

Wang Zheng was very satisfied with Kong Fan's performance today. In his eyes, Kong Fan showed a story-free and free-spirited man extremely vividly!

"Master...Director Wang, do you think Miss Feng Ming'er can remember me?" Just as Wang Zheng began to like his plan, Kong Fan asked with some disconfidence and some expectations.

Wang Zheng rolled his eyes: "Who do you think you are? Playing a flute can make people remember you? I have worked hard to create a classic character like Xu Xian. Isn't Feng Ming'er still Xu Xian, not me, Wang Zheng?"

"Oh..." Kong Fan was a little disappointed, but he knew that Wang Zheng was talking about the facts, so he couldn't help but feel excited: "Director Wang, then we next..."

Wang Zhengyun waved his hand lightly: "No hurry, the seeds have been planted."

"Next, keep a close eye on Feng Ming'er's updates. We don't have much time left for us, so we must apply a heavy fertilization to the seeds!"
Chapter completed!