Chapter 670: The Holy Body of the Innate Musician
Just as Feng Yanrong was about to tell Taoist Xuanqing in detail how she came into contact with the paper man who killed Zhu Xing's guards outside Liangshui Town.

At the same time, he was also prepared to pay attention to the fluctuations in Taoist Priest Xuanqing's expression, and even Liu Dongzhu next to him was not spared. Considering Taoist Priest Xuanqing's age, it is very likely that he would remain calm even if faced with a catastrophe, but Liu Dongzhu might reveal some flaws.

Liu Dongzhu is not very old, probably only in his twenties. He doesn't seem like the kind of old fox who can remain calm when his flaws are pointed out.

just.

Before Feng Yanrong could say anything, she heard the sound of the flute change. It was not the person playing it - Wang Ping'an changed the tune.

Wang Ping'an was still playing the funeral music, although he didn't understand why someone could play funeral music with a jade flute, especially a child of about one or two years old who was not even sensible enough, let alone someone who had studied music seriously.

This is enough to show Wang Ping'an's talent in music. He is born to study music and become a musician.

Wang Ping'an was still playing the funeral music with the jade flute, but the funeral music Wang Ping'an played this time was very different from the funeral music he played just now. To be frank, the funeral music now was comparable to the funeral music he played just now in every aspect.

It's exactly the difference between an apprentice and a master, a world of difference.

next moment.

Feng Yanrong felt a flash before her eyes, and she seemed to be in an ordinary family's home. She could vaguely see a skinny old man lying on the hospital bed, looking weak. A group of old and young were gathered around the bed, crying silently while listening to the old man's instructions.

These were words asking his descendants to live well and not to be sad because of his death.

Not long after.

The old man had not yet finished speaking when he lay on the bed, breathless and passed away. He was unable to even finish his instructions. The young and old who had been crying silently in the room suddenly burst into tears.

after that.

Clean the body and tidy up the appearance.

Time passed by unknowingly, and Feng Yanrong seemed to have attended a complete funeral of an ordinary family. At some point, a tear fell from her eyes. With her ability, it would have been easy for her to break this "illusion", but she didn't. Instead, she experienced the funeral completely.

After this funeral, she vaguely discovered that she had a different understanding of many songs and had made rapid progress.

Feng Yanrong took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. She did not wipe the tears from her eyes, letting them slide down. She glanced around and saw Liu Dongzhu crying like rain, as if she was thinking of something sad. Taoist Xuanqing did not cry, but there were traces of tears in his eyes.

At last.

Feng Yanrong's gaze fell on Wang Ping'an who was still playing the instrument. Her face and eyes were filled with love that was difficult to conceal.

Just now.

Based on the skills Wang Ping'an had shown, she thought that Wang Ping'an was a natural born musician. However, after what had just happened, even she was caught in the illusion created by the funeral music Wang Ping'an played. Only then did she clearly realize that Wang Ping'an's talent in music was even more terrifying than she had imagined.

This is definitely a natural born musician!

If she didn't bring this good seedling back to Leshan, not only her master, but even she herself would not forgive herself.

Feng Yanrong no longer had the energy to continue talking to Taoist Xuanqing about the ambush outside Liangshui Town. She originally wanted to use this incident to strike a blow to Taoist Xuanqing, and then talk about Wang Ping'an's change of sect. Now it seems that there is no need for that, so she couldn't wait to say:
"Master Ku Mu, I think you know how powerful our Leshan is!"

"Why, you want to use Leshan's name to pressure me to admit that it was me who killed Zhu Xing outside Liangshui Town?"

Taoist Master Xuanqing snorted coldly, and when he heard Feng Yanrong's words, he quickly woke up from Wang Ping'an's sorrow and joy. He looked at Feng Yanrong coldly, his face full of sarcasm.

to be frank.

He learned from Feng Yanrong that Zhu Xing was ambushed outside Liangshui Town. He was surprised but not surprised. Even though he knew Zhu Xing only from other people, he knew clearly that Zhu Xing was a beast who did all kinds of evil.

In the territory of Daxia, there are bound to be chivalrous knights who will help the weak and do good deeds when they see injustice. The great swordsman Dong Qing is a famous one among them. It is very common for such people to kill Zhu Xing when they know the evil deeds he has done.

It was normal for Feng Yanrong to suspect him, after all, he had a conflict with Zhu Xing not long ago, and many of Zhu Xing's men died at his hands. But Feng Yanrong didn't think about it, since he had the courage to kill Zhu Xing's men, why didn't he have the courage to kill Zhu Xing?
Why did he have to wait until Zhu Xing left Liangshui Town before he dared to kill Zhu Xing? Didn't he have the courage to kill Zhu Xing while Zhu Xing was still in Liangshui Town?
"Master Ku Mu, to be honest with you, Zhu Xing was ambushed outside Liangshui Town. I do suspect you, but without evidence, I won't say anything, and I won't use my Leshan name to pressure you!"

At this point, Feng Yanrong paused and looked at Taoist Xuanqing indifferently. If she hadn't been concerned about his relationship with Wang Ping'an, she wouldn't have taught Taoist Xuanqing a lesson or caused trouble for him based on what he said. She was a woman, but not the kind of woman with a petty mind. However, she could still make a few sarcastic remarks, and said:
"What I want to say is, with your ability, Taoist Ku Mu, can't you see that your disciple is a natural born musician?"

'Sure enough, my efforts have not been in vain!'

When Wang Ping'an heard Feng Yanrong's words, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had just increased the intensity of playing the funeral music, and had the same purpose as snatching Feng Yanrong's jade flute and playing the funeral music in front of Feng Yanrong. He wanted to use himself as bait to attract Feng Yanrong's attention and make her focus all her attention on him so that she would not have the mind to care about the ambush outside Liangshui Town.

How to know.

Feng Yanrong was such an ungrateful woman. The first time he showed off in front of her, she ignored him. She was even going to continue talking about the ambush outside Liangshui Town.

No way.

He could only continue to perform in front of Feng Yanrong, and he had to increase his efforts.

really.

His performance was not in vain!

fortunately……

Wang Ping'an seemed to have thought of something. While no one was paying attention, he secretly glanced at his master. Seeing that his master did not show any shock on his face, he was relieved.

Obviously.

His master, perhaps because he had experienced so much, had long been accustomed to his miraculous abilities, so he was not surprised that he this time increased the intensity of his playing of the funeral music, nor did he think of investigating it further.

otherwise.

He is simply picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons!
(End of this chapter)