Lord, you must yearn for the light

145 Chapter 12 Heterogeneous Comprehension [-]
This is his ice flute.

Shengge stretched out his hand and returned the flute to him, saying in a light voice: "Your flute is very special."

Xing Ye didn't say much, took the flute silently, put it away, and looked at Sheng Ge: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The two of them said nothing to each other.

Xingye looked at Shengge with some confusion. The moment he opened his eyes, Shengge gave him a strong sense of familiarity.

But that familiarity quickly faded.

But...he had never seen the woman in front of him before, so where did the flash of familiarity come from?

Xingye can't tell.

He closed his eyes, adjusted his body for a while, and waited until the immortal energy gradually recovered, Xing Ye stood up from the ground.

Shengge stood opposite him.

"you……"

"My name is Shengge." Shengge opened his mouth, looking straight into Xingye's eyes.

Xing Ye's face was flat, but when he silently said the name in his heart, he felt a sense of familiarity again.

But when he wanted to explore that sense of familiarity, he couldn't find it anyway.

"You are from the fairy world."

Shengge suddenly spoke when Xingye was silent.

Xingye glanced at him: "How did you know?"

It's not that in the world of comprehension there are talented people who have succeeded in cultivating immortals, but that happened hundreds of years ago, and the information handed down is very limited.

Shengge lowered his eyes, chuckled, and said the same thing: "Your flute is very special."

Xing Ye just smiled and said: "With just a very special flute, you can guess that I am from the fairy world?"

Shengge shook his head.

Of course not.

Boss, I'm a storyteller.

But you can’t tell Xingye that she has a plot, right?

"I can seal the fairy beast again with the power of one person, except for that flute. When you cast a spell to strengthen the seal again, the immortal energy around you, as well as the abnormal changes in the sky, are telling me that you are not from the cultivation world."

Xing Ye smiled lightly, didn't say much, just looked at Sheng Ge twice more.

"I don't think you are just a little nun."

After a long while, Xing Ye suddenly made a sound.

Shengge raised her eyebrows.

Naturally not a little nun, who is as powerful as me?
...

The celestial phenomenon in Jinfeng Mountain, where the beasts are suppressed, has changed, attracting many demons and ghosts.

The ice flute in Xingye's hand kept blowing cold air, as if to remind the master of something.

Xingye took out the ice flute, took a look at it, and walked towards the place guided by the ice flute with an expressionless face.

Shengge followed in small steps.

In the depths of the jungle, in the center of the vortex, monsters attracted by the mutation of fairy beasts are fighting with a group of people.

Sheng Ge leaned against the big tree in the sky, with his arms around his arms, looking very leisurely.

Xingye put the ice flute to his lips, and the sound of the flute slowly flowed, and suddenly small ice picks appeared in the air, and two blows knocked the monster out of its wits.

Xingye played the ice flute all the way there, and no monsters could escape by chance along the way.

Shengge just followed without making a move along the way.

"These are all your brothers from the same sect?" Xing Ye glanced at the injured people.

Shengge shook her head calmly: "No."

Xing Ye said: "The clothes they wear are the same as yours."

Shengge: "..."

The Chengmen disciples all have Chengmen's special logo engraved on their white clothes, which are easy to recognize.

Although Xing Ye is not from the realm of comprehension, but with his meticulous observation, it is not difficult to find out.

"Are you desperate for help?"

Shengge glanced at the people lying on the ground: "They are not dead."

Xing Ye did not speak, and healed several people with the ice flute.

After Xingye had driven away all the demons and ghosts that were attracted by the immortal beasts in Jinfeng Mountain, he suddenly turned to look at Shengge.

He handed the ice flute in his hand to her.

"how?"

Shengge was confused.

Why did you give me your flute all of a sudden?
"Can you play the flute?" Xing Ye asked suddenly.

Shengge raised an eyebrow.

There is nothing that a boss can't do.

"Blow it." Xing Ye said again.

Shengge glanced at the ice flute in front of her, raised her palm lightly, and held the flute easily.

Xingye's eyes deepened, and Bingdi was really unguarded against her.

But why?

Shengge glanced at the cold flute, then at Xingye, and then put the flute to his lips.

She didn't know what to blow, anyway, she just blew a few times casually.

Xing Ye frowned, with no expression on his face, but his hands hidden in the wide sleeves were clenched tightly.

The heart on the left side of the heart was also beating violently.

Xingye looked at Shengge with increasingly incomprehensible eyes.

The sound of the flute was flowing, and the soft sound was like an illusion. The scene in front of him seemed to be changing. Xing Ye looked at Sheng Ge and took a step back abruptly.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Shengge grabbed Xingye's wrist in time.

Xingye glanced at her, pulled his wrist out of her hand, looked at Shengge with a grim expression, and snatched the flute from her hand.

Not even a hello.

Shengge: "..."

baffling.

The brat is a troublemaker.

"Who taught you this song?" Xingye quickly returned to normal.

Shengge watched his reaction: "Is there any problem?"

Xingye stopped talking.

Shengge glanced at him inexplicably again.

"Looking at your appearance, which sect should you be a disciple?" Xing Ye said after a while, "The fairy beast has been re-sealed, you don't plan to go back and return?"

Shengge found a just right reason for himself: "Fighting monsters will improve your cultivation."

Xingye glanced at her: "There were so many just now, you just stood still."

Shengge answered without any humility: "Weren't you the one fighting just now? Do I have a chance to take action?"

Xing Ye smiled lightly.

He was fighting just now, but if Shengge intervened, there would be no chance.

Xingye revealed her thoughts bluntly: "You want to follow me, right?"

Shengge: "..."

The boss was found.

Shengge didn't blush, but nodded without heartbeat: "Well, you're so powerful, I'm guaranteed to follow you."

The expression on Xingye's face was a little complicated. He glanced at Shengge for a few times and then said, "Your cultivation level is not high, but your strength is no worse than mine."

When he sealed the immortal beast again just now, his immortal energy was exhausted, but Shengge was able to sink the dry well that sealed the immortal beast with a wave of his hand.

If you don't have strength, how can you do this?
But her cultivation level...is indeed not high.

Coupled with the fact that the ice flute is defenseless against her, and she can still play that flute, Xingye has to doubt Shengge's identity.

Shengge: "..."

The original owner has poor talent and low cultivation, what can I do?
As for telling me every time someone comes?

Shengge was speechless. Xingye knew he was right, so he smiled and said, "Since you want to improve your cultivation, then follow me."

Shengge glanced at him.

It makes me seem to be very happy to follow you.

Of course my little boy is happy.

Shengge followed the night with joy in his heart.

(End of this chapter)