Jianlu gave Tianyi Alliance too much face.
After hearing Lingyue's description, Yue Izuyun immediately guessed who the two people who rushed to Luozhou were.
Qin Langge and Chen Siyu, one is the direct disciple of the current head of Jianlu, and the other is the disciple of the best swordsman in the world who is known to everyone in the world.
Although the two people in front of me don't move around very often in the world, as long as they know their identities, they will naturally think of the people behind them at the same time.
Ye Bugui, the master of Jianlu Sword Lord Lin Langzhao Although it was reasonable for Jianlu to participate in the martial arts conference, the status of the two people coming now seemed a bit too high.
Yue Izuyun couldn't figure out why Jianlu valued this martial arts conference so much, and couldn't help but said to himself: "Jianlu intends to promote this martial arts conference.
Why exactly?"
"Jianlu intends to facilitate it."
Listening to Yue Izuyun's words, Ling Yue paid special attention to these words.
"Logically speaking, with Jianlu's current martial arts status, there is no need to participate in such trivial matters, but now the two highest-ranking people among Jianlu's disciples are actually sent here.
What is the purpose?
Although I have only met Jianjun twice.
But I can guess a little bit of Jianjun’s thoughts, so this time the person who calls the shots in Jianlu should not be Jianjun.
Besides Jianjun, who else in Jianlu can order these two people now?”
Listening to the moon, Yue Izuyun was a little distracted.
She was about to call him, but unexpectedly, Yue Izuyun's eyes returned to clarity immediately, and she said thoughtfully: "It seems that the first thing to do after arriving at the martial arts tournament is to go find him."
Qinglian Academy and Flower Sea Medicine King Valley are now open to the public.”
After Yue Izumo said this, a vague smile appeared on his face, and then he slowly took off the Snow Phoenix and Ice King flute from his waist, but in the blink of an eye, the jade flute was in front of his eyes.
"Lingyue, did you just say that the two people downstairs were going to eat and rest at this inn?"
"Indeed, the young master knows those two people."
Yue Izuyun nodded and said with a bit of a bad smile: "Since he is here to find me, how can I let him eat and listen to the moon in peace?
You are indeed talented in music, but I want to tell you that the sound of the piano is not good.
There must be only one emotion, just as your heart cannot be immersed in the same emotion forever.”
"The two stunts I taught you both evolved from the Tao of Music.
The deeper you understand the Tao of Music, the stronger the power.
Remember, when you don't understand what kind of mood you are in, you might as well think about it.
Think about what you long for most.”
"Sir, I don't understand."
Yue Izuyun smiled slightly: "You will see it later."
Lingyue was still puzzled, but Yuechuyun didn't explain much.
His eyes glanced over the flute with some affection, and then he slowly closed his eyes.
A vague aura spread from Yue Izuyun's body.
Although Lingyue had just started practicing, she also understood how terrifying this vague aura was.
The sound of the flute is loud and clear, with a different flavor coming from the Snow Phoenix and Ice King flute.
This is a piece of music that is completely different from all the music today.
It is not that deep and can be heard from the first sound.
Understand the emotions in the sound of the flute.
Lingyue listened carefully to the sound of Yue Izuyun's flute, and seemed to understand something.
But after reacting, Chaoyue Izuyun looked at it, but could not find anything abnormal.
This is an extremely cheerful song, even with a bit of indulgence.
After speaking the simple melody, Yue Izuyun suddenly had a smile on his lips, and faint fluctuations of internal energy spread out along with the sound of the flute.
What kind of feeling is it?
Lingyue is surrounded by the sound of flutes and feels nature the most.
It feels like being under the control of inner force, as if Yue Izumo's inner force controls the surrounding space with the sound of the flute.
If he is willing, he can even control the sound of the flute in this world.
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Downstairs, in the lobby, as the sound of the flute slowly flowed to everyone's ears, the noisy inn suddenly became quiet for a moment, and then someone who reacted exclaimed: "There is actually something in this inn."
Hidden a master of music" "This piece of music is quite weird.
Although I can't say what's weird about it, I always feel that the style of this piece of music is completely different from contemporary music."
People who know a little about it also praised it.
"Click"
Chen Siyu raised his head and looked in front of him, only to see Qin Langge calmly throwing aside the chopsticks with his hand broken into two sections, and then turned his attention to where the sound of the flute was coming from upstairs.
"Brother, what's wrong?
Could it be that the sound of the flute is weird?"
The corners of Qin Langge's mouth twitched, and the expression on his face also condensed.
"It is indeed weird, but if you want to hear such a weird flute sound, there is probably only one person in the world who can do it."
"There is only one person in the world who can do it."
Chen Siyu was surprised and could not help but narrowed his eyes and said to Qin Langge: "Brother, although it is weird, the sound of the flute is very nice.
I don't know who the master is.
To be able to play such a joyful and indulgent tune.”
"Besides the person we are looking for, among the masters, who else has such strength?
However, he has obviously discovered our existence and even knew that we were looking for him, so he deliberately exposed his position with the sound of the flute.
This soul is clearly not wanting to Let me finish my lunch well," Qin Langge said with a dark face.
"So, the person upstairs is Mr.
Yue" Chen Siyu asked in surprise.
"If you don't follow the right path, you have to take the wrong path.
No wonder Master said that Brother Yue is like him."
Qin Langge finished speaking helplessly, then stood up and picked up the Yelang beside him, looked at Chen Siyu and said, "Siyu, let's go up and take a look. look."
Chen Siyu rolled her eyes and couldn't help but said: "Senior brother, it's not like you don't follow the right path.
Master also said that you don't follow the right path.
You have to imitate my uncle's rebellious behavior."
Qin Langge's steps stagnated, and then he said with some embarrassment: "How can the swordsman's matter be said to be regressive?"
"Then you still say that Mr.
Yue is taking the wrong approach," Chen Siyu said with a wicked smile.
"That's different.
I'm a swordsman and he's a harpist."
Qin Langge originally wanted to defend himself, but unexpectedly, the sound of the flute beside his ears suddenly stopped for a moment, and then appeared again like a woman's charming moan.
Caught off guard, Qin Langge felt his heartbeat inexplicably pause.
His legs went numb and he almost couldn't stand still.
"You bastard, this soul is starting to get sick again."
Qin Langge couldn't help but cursed, and turned around to see Chen Siyu beside him, whose face was red as if water was dripping from his face.
As for the men who were standing in the lobby, all of them fell to the ground.
Unexpectedly, after a momentary pause, the moaning sound of the flute came again.
Qin Langge didn't know how charming the woman's moans were, but the effect of the current flute sound was obviously more evil.
"This monster" Qin Langge looked at his junior sister's pretty blushing face, and couldn't help but cursed again.
Yelang suddenly unsheathed, Qin Langge clicked on the stairs step by step, and his figure immediately turned into an afterimage and headed upstairs.
The sound of the flute came from the room.
After breaking through the door with a sword, Qin Langge swept his eyes from the smirking figure in front of him with a dark face, and then without hesitation, he struck out at his right wrist with a sword.
"The evildoer looks at the sword":