The autumn wind blows gently.

The seasons in Dali are not as obvious as those in the north. At a glance, it feels like spring all year round.

After setting foot on the territory of his own country, Duan Yu, the heir apparent of the Dali royal family, finally returned here in a state of embarrassment. But by the way, he also brought back a woman named Mu Wanqing. When the two of them went to the palace together

On the way, Mu Wanqing became very interested in Dali City, the capital of Dali.

People come and go.

Except for the nobles who wear silk clothes from the Central Plains, the other common people here still wear more of their own national characteristics.

even.

Mu Wanqing could still faintly hear bursts of melodious music.

The sound is unique and beautiful.

The soft sound echoes, just like the clear water, and one can see the mentality of the person playing the music.

"Mei Wan, what's wrong?"

Duan Yu, who was walking in front, had just taken a step when he noticed that Mu Wanqing suddenly stopped, standing on one side and listening quietly. Looking back, Duan Yu was surprised for a moment, not knowing what happened. He was so cute and cute.

He looked at Mu Wanqing, then turned his head and looked behind him, and found that there was nothing unusual.

"That's the gourd flute!"

Dao Baifeng, a Sanren from Yuxu who was walking behind, took the sentence and explained. As for his son, Dao Baifeng also knew that in one aspect, he had a simple and kind temperament, but in another aspect, he was stupid.

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Mu Wanqing stood still and listened quietly, but Duan Yu didn't notice it at all.

On the contrary, she, as a former mother, guessed what Mu Wanqing, who had wild energy in her body, stopped to listen.

While speaking, Dao Baifeng did not forget to look back and see the source of the music. The gourd flute was different from the flute. The sound was sad but not resentful. Even if the tone was heartbreaking, it was just more subtle.

and hazy to express.

The kind of tranquility that is different from the sound of the flute.

However, the two have the same feeling in some aspects.

It's just that unlike the flute, which has been an instrument since ancient times, loved by celebrities and scholars, and even more popular among people in the world, the gourd flute is just a unique product of Dali, a national product that belongs here.

"..."

After hearing his mother's words, Duan Yu realized that it was Mu Wanqing who heard the music of the gourd flute. He smiled faintly and said: "Mei Wan, if you like to hear this, I will learn to play it for you in the future."

!”

"real?"

Mu Wanqing suddenly looked back. When she heard these words, her face couldn't help but be filled with joy.

"Well!"

Duan Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and confirmed: "Really!"

Not to mention the things between boys and girls, but in the eyes of Dao Baifeng on the side, his son...

at the same time.

Another guest also came to Dali.

Wearing a yellow monk's robe and plain cloth and sandals, he was no more than fifty. His face was full of energy, and there seemed to be precious light flowing, making him look like the Buddha in the temple.

"Amitabha!"

Putting his hands together, the monk looked at the gate of Dali City in front of him, bowed his head and recited the Buddha's name devoutly, and then stepped into the city.

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Gusu City.

There was no so-called gourd and flute sound here. Standing at the window of the inn, Yue Yuan just stood by the window, leaning against the wall and looking outside.

The weather is pretty good in autumn.

But once it rains, it means that the climate has begun to enter winter.

Outside.

The autumn rain is misty.

Different from the spring rain, this autumn rain is even more cold. It makes people feel a little chilly in their bones.

Looking from a distance, with the faint ringing of the bells coming from Hanshan Temple, there is just so much resentment in Suzhou City.

Such a day is not very good for a master, but it does have a great impact on Yue Yuan at the moment. In order to control his own Beiming Changsheng Qi in his body, he can safely remove the power of Long Yuan and turn it into Beiming.

Ming Chang was born with true energy, so Yue Yuan had to form a strange balance between his own true energy and the violent dragon energy power.

The hotter it is inside, the colder it is outside.

After sneezing several times in a row, Yue Yuan covered his mouth and coughed like an ordinary person, a patient suffering from cold.

The conflict between the two forces in the body is undoubtedly painful.

If it were an ordinary person, this wouldn't be a big deal.

If the quality of the zhenqi is insufficient, it will naturally be transformed into a body by the violent power of Long Yuan. But Yue Yuan is different. The Beiming Changsheng zhenqi in his body can be said to be equally overbearing, even in some respects.

He is even more domineering than the violent Long Yuan.

All the Qi that enters the body will be involuntarily transformed into the Qi of immortality, becoming one body.

It is not so much that the Dragon Yuan power is changing Yue Yuan's physique, but it is also being swallowed and assimilated bit by bit by Beiming's Changsheng Qi. However, its Dragon Yuan power is too huge, and is weak in comparison to the Changsheng Qi.

You can only do it bit by bit.

Almost all of his energy was involved in this. Facing the sudden autumn rain at this time, it made Yue Yuan feel uncomfortable all over.

For a time, both the master and the apprentice hid in the inn and did not go out for several days.

However, Yue Yuan and the little girl didn't care about this situation.

It has become a habit to stay in the Jingyan Palace in the dark for more than a year. It can be said that as long as nothing happens, Yue Yuan can stay quietly for a long time under such circumstances.

, not going out or walking around.

It's like staying inside.

And the same goes for the little girl.

Although she is old enough to be active, her experience has destined her to have a kind of mentality of being firmly entrenched and unwilling to move. Even sometimes Yue Yuan will think about this, the future leader of the Oriental Cult lives in Heimuya for so long

For many years, there has been no move down the mountain to dominate the world. Is the reason for this caused by the previous experience in Jingyan Palace?

Because staying home for too long will make people get used to it.

At least for now, the master and apprentice are accustomed to staying in the inn in this rainy autumn weather, and have no intention of going out.

Autumn rain continues.

Like spring rain, it never stops.

Otherwise, it will last for several days at a time. At this time, it officially represents the beginning of the winter season.

It was precisely because of this sudden autumn rain that Yue Yuan temporarily suppressed his plans to go to Yanziwu and Mantuo Villa.

Instead, he and the little girl stayed in the inn for several days.

During these days staying in the inn, Yue Yuan not only took out a new set of clothes given by Dugu Feng, but also used the valuable fur given by him as a foil to keep warm, and then stayed alone in the room.

Start carving to pass the time.

As for the little girl, she was practicing the martial arts taught by Yue Yuan. The rest was just to play with herself.

Or just linger and listen to stories.

For the little girl, this is her life.

Time passes.

Five days later.

This sudden autumn rain finally cleared up, and Gusu, which was originally shrouded in mist and rain, finally looked warm under the sunshine.

The moisture dissipated.

The warmth from before also disappeared.

Although there is sunshine, it is not as hot as in summer. The sunshine in the sky just drives away the moisture in the autumn rain. On the contrary, at the moment when it clears up, the temperature is higher than when it rains.

It's cold.

Yue Yuan, who had just walked out of the inn with the little girl, couldn't help but shudder. He couldn't help but pull the collar and bring the fur around his neck closer to keep the heat from his body. Yue Yuan couldn't help but shudder.

Yuan then took the little girl's hand and walked outside.

After the rain, the weather cleared up and the city became lively again.

As they passed by the crowd, many people couldn't help but turn around and look at the young man in golden clothes who was walking in the middle. The attraction was naturally the man's gorgeous hair. I don't know how many talented people have fallen into the hearts of many talented people.
To be continued...