The wind stopped, and the rain stopped.
The sky was as dark as ink, and the stars were like pearls and jadeite falling from the sea of stars.
In the distance, giant trees soared into the sky, and nearby, lush grass and leaves grew.
The fragrance of the flowers was blown over by the breeze, refreshing and intoxicating.
Li Muyang sat on a brown boulder, explaining his bizarre encounter to the two students standing in front of him with a serious face.
Li Muyang was conscious.
When he was able to use a leaf to play the tune of 'Phoenix looking for a Phoenix', he knew something was wrong.
He could indeed play a tune with a leaf, because before, when he was injured and humiliated, he would go to Sunset Lake to lick his wounds. He liked to sit by the lake, pick a leaf and gently play a sad or cheerful tune.
When he played a cheerful tune, his mood would be very sad. Other people's world is so beautiful, why is his life so lonely and lonely?
When he played a sad tune, his mood would be even lower. The world has made people desperate, even music is so desperate, where is the future? Where is the warmth?
Later, he rarely played tunes.
However, he had never played 'Phoenix looking for a Phoenix', or even heard of it.
Music scores have been lost for hundreds of years, how could a commoner from Jiangnan city like him have heard of 'Phoenix looking for a Phoenix'?
But he played it, and was able to play a cheerful tune, followed by a sad tune, and finally turned into a sad and desperate tune.
The young girl in white who was walking towards him, he desperately wanted to see her face clearly — —
The blossoming purple flames were the flames of grievance and anger burning in his body, as well as the unending painful struggle — — -
He knew that he was in trouble again.
That thing came out again.
It was not under his control at all.
The most fatal thing was that Qiandu and Lin Canghai witnessed it all.
Li Muyang needed to give them an explanation. Whether they believe it or not is not important, what's important is whether they accept it or not.
"Teacher Xiahou is your teacher?" Lin Canghai looked at Li Muyang in surprise, asking aloud. There was still a big difference between a teacher and a master. A teacher was the teacher of all students. As long as a student was willing to listen to Xiahou Qianbai's lecture, they could call him 'teacher'. But Shifu was different. Only people like Li Muyang who were accepted as disciples could be called 'Shifu'.
If Li Muyang did not lie, then Li Muyang was the inheritor of Xiahou Qianbai's cultivation technique, and the successor of his status.
Outsiders may look up to Li Muyang because he is Xiahou Qianbai's student, but because he is his disciple, they have no choice but to give him a certain amount of respect and — -fear.
"Of course." Li Muyang nodded affirmatively. "How can you lie about something like this? If you don't believe me — -Wait until we get back then you can ask teacher Xiahou directly. However, Teacher Xiahou is a low-profile person. He doesn't wish for this matter to be known by the outside world. "
"So — –" The corners of Lin Canghai's mouth curved up slightly, revealing a cute and charming smile. "Are you going to use teacher Xiahou to force us to help you keep your secret?"
Li Muyang's eyes turned piercingly cold.
It seems that things are a bit troublesome.
Lin Canghai clasped the hilt of his sword, the mocking smile on his face became more obvious. "What? You think I'm wrong? "
"I said, everyone has secrets." Li Muyang looked at Lin Canghai with a serious expression. "Those secrets are harmless, as long as you tightly lock them in the deepest corner of your heart. However, if someone were to spread it, people would die. Many people will die because of this. "
The smile on Lin Canghai's face did not diminish in the slightest. "So, who do you think will die?"
"Lin Canghai — –" Li Muyang roared in a low voice. His eyes were as gloomy as the night sky above his head, the hostility in his heart rapidly rose, as if it could soar thousands of feet at any time. "Do you have to do things so ruthlessly?"
"Li Muyang." The smile on Lin Canghai's face finally disappeared, and on his handsome, flawless and adorable face there was an extremely rare smell of gunpowder. "You turned yourself into a monster, and then used the name of a teacher to threaten us not to tell anyone about this — — Do you have to do things so ruthlessly?"
"I'm not trying to oppress you, I'm just stating a fact."
"What kind of fact? The fact that you're a monster? Or the fact that you used Xiahou Qianbai to threaten us? "
"Do you want to kill me?"
"I'm more afraid that you'll kill me — —"
"Lin Canghai — —"
"Li Muyang — —"
One of them clasped the hilt of his sword, the other clenched his fist.
The two no longer said a word, but as their eyes collided, sword and shadow flashed.
The atmosphere was extremely oppressive, as if a fight could break out at any time.
"Puchi — —"
Qiandu giggled.
Her eyes curved into crescent moons, and her voice was as clear and melodious as the cry of a lark.
Qiandu looked at Lin Canghai, then at Li Muyang, asking: "Are you guys going to fight?"
“----”
Qiandu folded her arms across her chest, pacing back and forth in front of Li Muyang and Lin Canghai. "A fight is good. Anyway, we have nothing to do. Didn't Lin Canghai always want to see what level his [One Breath Ten Thousand Demon Slash] sword technique had reached? Li Muyang — — Yes, I still don't know what realm Li Muyang's cultivation has reached. He said he just built his foundation, but I don't believe it. A strong person who can blow out a note and summon a strange flame, how could he just built his foundation? It's good for the two of you to fight. I can see how strong the two of you are. Let's see who will be the final winner. "
Qiandu waved her hand heroically. "Fight, fight, just pretend I don't exist."
“----”
Li Muyang glanced at Lin Canghai, loosening his fist.
Facing Qiandu, Lin Canghai did not have any temper, also loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword.
"What? You don't want to fight? " Qiandu looked at Li Muyang, then at Lin Canghai, and said regretfully: "I wanted to watch a good show."
Lin Canghai smiled wryly. "I know you don't want us to fight."
Li Muyang looked at Qiandu with a serious face, bowed deeply to her, and said: "This time, please."
"Li Muyang, what do you want me to do?"
“----”
Qiandu glanced at Lin Canghai. "Let me talk to Li Muyang alone."
Lin Canghai glanced at Li Muyang worriedly. Qiandu understood his concern. "Don't worry, he's no match for me."
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