Heavenly practice

"Little brother."

After the shepherd boy played the flute, Shen Zhuo moved to the side of the house and asked courteously, "How do you play the flute? Can you teach me?"

The shepherd boy looked at him curiously, "That's how it is blown."

"Well, you teach me to play the flute, and I'll give you this." Shen Zhuo took out from his pocket the dry food that Jiang Huanyan had prepared for him on the road.

The shepherd boy smiled when he saw the food, "Good!"

Jiang Huanyan at the side hesitated to speak, but finally remained silent.

But Shen Zhuo had already started to learn the flute. The shepherd boy was really dexterous, so he found another bamboo, cut a bamboo flute for him, and began to teach him how to use it.

After a moment, Mingyou covered his ears and begged, "Senior sister, can you tell him not to blow? My ears hurt!"

Jiang Huanyan had no choice but to set up a barrier to isolate Mingyou from the harsh noise.

After Shen Zhuo successfully blew a few melodious notes, the sun has already started to set.

"I have to go back, just practice hard on your own." The shepherd boy urged before leaving.

"Okay, thank you, Master." Shen Zhuo's attitude was also very serious.

"No thanks, no thanks, my house is the second house in the east of Xishui Village not far ahead, you can ask me again later."

"Good good."

Fan Yun also thought it was funny, "Brother Shen, why do you call a child Master?"

"Since he taught me, he is naturally the master." Shen Zhuo returned to the road casually, still studying his flute with his head down.

As I said before, Shen Zhuo is not only not stupid, but also very smart. The shepherd boy didn't leave for a long time, and he staggered to finish playing the piece, which sounded passable.

In addition, people from the Kun School praised a few words, and Shen Zhuo was so happy that he hugged the flute again and played it until the sunset and the sky filled with stars.

Jiang Huanyan joked with a smile, "Don't hurry, let's find a place to rest."

Probably because he was in a really good mood during the day. After driving for a long time in the morning and playing the flute all afternoon, Shen Zhuo fell asleep for the first time since crossing, and fell asleep with his flute in his arms.

He didn't know what appeared in the dream, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

The surroundings were quiet, under the faint stars and moonlight, a pair of black eyes that were close at hand looked at him quietly, without any waves, like a calm abyss, and like a deep vortex, sucking his gaze in .

He looked at this handsome and indifferent face without saying a word, and the other's hand was gently placed on his chest and heart.

The next moment, he opened his eyes.

In front of me, apart from Mingyou's sleeping posture stretched all over, there is only the dark night and the scenery covered by a layer of coat.

Overhead is the sky full of stars and bright moon, the night sky in this world is as clean as if you can touch it with your hands.

Shen Zhuo looked up at the stars and the moon, his expression was a bit lonely - he didn't know if it was the same starry sky.

"Chang Ming."

He yelled softly to the empty surroundings, but no one answered.

Shen Zhuo didn't care, and continued, "How many times have you seen this starry sky in the endless years?"

"..."

"Did they ever remain in their place?"

"..."

"Actually, I don't know much about the world."

"..."

Shen Zhuo paused for a moment, then suddenly raised the corners of his mouth towards the sky, "I know you are watching."

In an instant, the sound of the wind around him suddenly disappeared, the croaking of frogs and insects disappeared, and even the sound of Mingyou's breathing disappeared, and the branches swaying in the wind stopped there.

Shen Zhuo lowered his head and looked forward, the man in black stood there quietly, looking at him indifferently.

Shen Zhuo looked at the man standing under the starry sky, with the desolate distant mountains behind him, as if he came from a long distance, a corner of his heart moved slightly.

He stretched out his hand towards the other party, and said with a slight smile, "Your god asks you to give him a hand."

Chang Ming naturally ignored him, Shen Zhuo smiled helplessly, picked up the simple bamboo flute, "Forget it, let me play the flute for you, I just learned it."

Chang Ming would naturally not refuse, and he would never pay attention to things that had nothing to do with becoming an immortal.

In the space where time is still, the starry sky above the head remains unchanged. The intermittent bamboo flute sounded slowly. The very simple tune was stretched several times, and it took a long time before it was finished.

Shen Zhuo took a deep breath, pinched the flute and asked, "How is it?"

The man didn't seem to blink his eyes, just looking at him like that.

"God consciousness again?"

Shen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, got up and walked over, reached out to touch the other person's face, but was caught by the wrist halfway.

The strength was not great, but he locked him with divine sense again. It was really a demigod style that remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Shen Zhuo raised his eyes to look over, but the other party's eyes were calm, so he pretended to smile suddenly.

The other party did not let go of his hand, Shen Zhuo looked at him and suddenly asked, "Are you planning to enter my dream just now?"

"Santu River." Chang Ming said three words.

Shen Zhuo was startled, then frowned slightly, "You really look like a perverted stalker."

Chang Ming obviously didn't understand the words of this other world, "Santuhe has a promising future, what do you see?"

"Nature is my future."

After Shen Zhuo finished talking naturally, he added, "You must be thinking at this moment, God also has a future? Let me tell you... Yes, God also has a future and a past. Since there is a future, there is an unknown. I don't Lie to you, Chang Ming, who will be the one recognized by Heaven, you and Long Xiang, no one knows, and neither do I."

"As for what I saw at Santu River..."

Shen Zhuo stood on tiptoe, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "I can only say... I saw you."

The stars are shining brightly, and in the space where time is still, the figures of the two overlap each other, looking ambiguous and meaningful, coupled with the words Shen Zhuo whispered, the atmosphere becomes even more viscous.

However, the person he was facing was the ten-thousand-year otaku who could stay in the cloud, sky and fog for tens of thousands of years. This god-level otaku only replied, "What about you, are you dead?"

"..."

Shen Zhuo smiled, "As a ten-thousand-year dead house, Changming, you really rely on your own abilities."

The demigod naturally failed to comprehend the meaning of this sentence, and continued to ask, "Where is the Son of Heaven?"

Shen Zhuo turned around, covered his face and laughed, "Forget it, let me play the flute for you again!"

However, as soon as he turned around, there was no one behind him, and the sounds of wind and birds around him all came back in an instant, the silence was still quiet, and the stars above his head were still brilliant.

Shen Zhuo stood in the night wind holding his flute, as if he had another dream.

"Oh, if you don't listen, don't listen. You have to say hello when you leave."

He shook his head and sat back under the tree, meeting Mingyou's ignorant sleepy eyes.

"Good boy, continue to sleep." Shen Zhuo said with a smile.

Just as Mingyou was about to close his eyes and continue to sleep, a bloody smell came faintly from the southeast wind in the distance.

Kunyi faction and others immediately opened their eyes and looked towards the southeast, Fan Yun looked solemn, "Go over."

"Yes!"