Chapter 130: The night moon is speechless

When Yun Feiyang saw Long Meng drunk at the stone table, he shook his head with a smile, then turned into the room, and from time to time he held a snow-white male fox coat and put it on him. The night is getting dark and the cold is getting colder and heavier.

Long Meng didn't expect that the whole peak was not big. If there were people elsewhere, she would definitely see it. Only this hut, she did not rush into. In her opinion, such an elegant person may be a senior who has reached the top of the peak. She didn't want to go into the house to talk, just as an empty room.

Drunk is talking nonsense, and Long Meng is no exception. He is full of what he is thinking about. Sometimes he calls his uncle and aunt, and sometimes he whispers Yun Feiyang. Occasionally, a word or two curses pops out of his mouth. The object is Yun Feiyang, the master who taught her one day.

Yun Feiyang shook his head slightly, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, but there was some helplessness and doubts. This person was actually Long Meng. He had never seen anything on his mind. He was speechless all the way to Tianjuefeng. It was indeed a little abnormal today.

Others don't know, Yun Feiyang knows that in the past six months, Yun Feiyang has changed from talking about the martial arts to talking about the martial arts to the interesting things in the world for a while, and then talking about his naughty disciple Long Meng with a little angrily. As the coldest woman of the Shushan School and as a low-key person, Long Meng has too many things buried in his heart. But there is no doubt that she is a wise little woman. She knows that she is no longer the same as before and is not like Ning Ruxue's scolding. She knows that she may have fallen into a strange circle, a strange circle of feelings.

Looking sideways at Long Meng's sleeping face and the intermittent dream words in his mouth, Yun Feiyang took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and then took a pen. He meditated for half a moment before he wrote a few sentences on the handkerchief: "Yo Taiyu broke the Zen, and Su'e closed the moon and locked the cloud pass. Xifeng Luan moved clouds and smoke, and the blue sea and sky were happy.

is the crooked poem engraved on the flute of Long Meng that day. The flute was the first thing Yun Feiyang saw when he woke up. Seeing that Long Meng seemed to like it a little, he gave the flute to her. Long Meng was angry and gave the flute to Yun Feiyang. At this time, the flute was in Yun Feiyang's hand and was carefully rubbed by him. He couldn't help thinking of the music he heard that day. There was an intuition to tell him that the sound of the bamboo flute he heard that day must have been played by this girl who seemed to be in a mood in his heart, because he had never seen it before, let alone heard of anyone from the Shushan School. Huan Zhudi, they are all busy cultivating a good foundation!

Yun Feiyang suddenly smiled and wrote on the paper with a pen, "Long Meng, I can also play the flute."

The flute was gently opened, and the slow sound of the bamboo flute overflowed like running water. Long Meng moved slightly and seemed to hear this song in the drunken dream. That was the song she played that day because she was a little confused. The song was full of the girl's ambition and a little worried about the unknown.

Under the vast moon sky, a man, like the beauty of Chanjuan, the clear sound of the silk bamboo flute makes this beautiful night more charming. This Yun Feiyang is really extraordinary, handsome and unrestrained, and his artistic attainments are even more profound. He actually blew down the sound of a bamboo flute that he had only heard once.

After blowing a song, Yun Feiyang saw that Long Meng seemed to sleep deeper, and the dream words in his mouth gradually decreased, and then wrote on the paper: "Wait a minute."

Turning into the room, she came out with a guqin in her arms from time to time. Sitting on another stone table next to Long Meng, Yun Feiyang leaned his head and began to meditate.

From time to time, looking at the sleeping girl's year, many drunken dreams just now hit Yun Feiyang's heart like a trill. This girl seems to be very different from other Shushan disciples, but what's the difference? Yun Feiyang has been holding a pen for a long time and did not write a word on the paper.

For a long time, she wrote the word "prisoner" on the paper, then took out the plain silk, and actually wiped off the "mouth" and became the word "person".

After stopping the pen, Yun Feiyang stroked the guqin. A guqin sound that was composed with the bamboo flute just now suddenly stirred up leisurely. The sound of the piano was first like a woman's sobbing, and then like the ancient pine in Qingyuan Mountain facing the wind, gradually changing again, and like a teenager telling someone about what is deep in his heart, low Sinking, drunken...

I don't know when the sound of the piano stopped, and the sky gradually revealed a white fish belly. Yun Feiyang sat so silently next to Long Meng and pulled the crooked fox coat for him from time to time, afraid that she would be frozen. The early morning before dawn was the coldest time, and I don't know when there was a thin mist on the clouds' eyebrows.

The corners of Yun Feiyang's mouth pouted slightly. He knew that the sky was about to dawn, and the girl would replace Shushan disciples to participate in the sect conference. From her overnight drunken words, a master seemed to know what was wrong with this Long Meng. He also knew that this was a confused girl, a martial arts man, usually He showed a cold appearance in front of everyone. In fact, as a master, Yun Feiyang knew that she was actually cold outside and hot inside, but at this time, as such a girl who was drunk, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"The drunken immortal Teng, the night's dream of yellow sorghum is also true, the dragon dream is like a shocking moon, and the night talk Chanjuan does not match." After writing the last few words, Yun Feiyang folded the paper carefully, put it in his sleeves, and looked at the sky. It was already bright. He got up and took away the fox fur on Long Meng's body, entered the bamboo curtain, and closed the door.

"Wow!" Long Meng felt the coldness in the early morning, rubbed her slightly swollen head, stood up, and looked at the still empty corner. The crooked wine gourd on the stone table was undoubtedly drunk the first time she drank.

"The moon was so beautiful last night, and there seemed to be the sound of the piano." Long dreamed and couldn't remember what happened last night. He just remembered that he vaguely heard a faint piano sound in his dream. It seemed that he had played it, and he didn't know if it was a hallucination. For a moment, I couldn't think of more. Long Meng just felt that she had a good time last night, and there was a faint and strong breath in her sleep.

She didn't know that it was the leisurely breath of the man on the fox Qiu that Yun Feiyang wore every day.

After finishing all this, Long Meng quickly went down to the top of the peak, but she didn't see the clouds coming out after the bamboo curtain was opened. After getting drunk last night, the spirit of this morning seemed to be better than ever. Long Meng felt that he had to do his best in today's game, otherwise the master's face would have been lost by himself.

After returning to the station where the Shushan faction was located, Long Meng felt something in her sleeve and waited for her to take a closer look.

Some of the words on it made Long Meng not only shed tears, but also his little face was slightly red. I didn't expect that the first time I was drunk, I was seen by my master. And Yun Feiyang seemed to be chatting with his disciples, as if it was a dialogue.

Looking at it, the tears on Long Meng's face finally dried up. The confusion in her heart disappeared in an instant, and her whole body exuded a soft breath, which was completely different from the previous cold ice. It was a kind of coldness.

If it used to be superficial cold, then this cold is completely emanating from the heart. The breath is long, and the strength has simply improved by more than half. Originally, Long Meng's qualification was praised by Yun Feiyang, but the entry was not very fast, so Yun Feiyang thought it was his master's problem.

At this time, the heart is completely like a piece of white jade, and all kinds of confusion have turned into that kind of firmness. Therefore, Longmeng's strength may break through at any time.

Yun Feiyang did not know that he had accidentally solved some problems in Longmeng's heart, otherwise he would definitely become the demon of Longmeng. This may be a coincidence.

And on this day, even if a big event in the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty is not only the reputation and ranking of the closing faction, but also a symbol of strength. Therefore, although the dew has just dissipated and there is a thick fog on the peak of the sky, no one is still resting, and everyone is recuperating.