Jade Feather Flute Jade Feather Melody

  The monk took out a horizontal flute made of white jade, with feathers carved on the white jade, and handed it to Qian Yu Xian.

  "This flute is a Jade Feather Flute, made by a skilled female artisan. The woman worked day and night to complete the flute, but fell ill after its completion. When someone with good fortune plays the Jade Feather Melody on this flute, it has a special effect - its power is controlled by the player's will. The stronger the player's will, the more powerful the sound of the flute, even capable of killing people."

  Qian Yu Xian finally obtained the Jade Feather Flute, and was so captivated by it that for a moment he forgot to ask other questions. His soul clearly knew that he wouldn't be able to play the so-called Jade Feather Melody.

  "But we won't play the Jade Feather Melody, I'm afraid you monks will give us this rare flute because..."

  The monk shook his head, stroking his white beard to interrupt the soul's words. "Yu Yu Qu is a special tune created by the woman who made the jade flute, and no one in the world can play it, only waiting for someone with fate."

  Qian Yu Xian withdrew his gaze from the jade flute and looked at the monk, asking in confusion, "You mean we are those destined people? Don't joke around, I've never even held a horizontal flute before."

  The monk smiled and shook his head, "I've given you all the flute, you must be those destined people..."

  The soul of doubt took the flute from Qianyu Xian's hand and examined it, then looked up at the monk and asked.

  'Monk, you taught us qinggong and gave us such a precious jade flute... why is that?'

  The monk stroked his white beard, "I've told you before, you're already being watched by the Yin Yang Gate. You could be in danger at any moment. I just want to help you."

  The soul stretched out a rose-like red lip and wanted to ask something, but was preempted by the monk:

  "Don't ask me why I'm helping you, it's a secret that can't be revealed. Time is almost up, I'll take my leave first."

  As soon as the monk finished speaking, his body disappeared before the eyes of Qian Yu Xian and Ling Hun. Qian Yu Xian and Ling Hun were shocked and prepared to go forward to search for him, but then they heard a familiar voice:

  "Wen Feng, what did the person you caught confess?"

  The voice also awakened the woman sleeping in bed, Qian Yu Xian slightly opened her eyes, everything around was very unfamiliar, her eyes looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a man wearing white clothes sitting on the edge of the bed, his ink-like eyes looking at her. Qian Yu Xian opened her rose-like red lips to speak, but felt like she couldn't say anything.

  The white-clothed man sitting on the edge of the bed seemed to have already discovered Qian Yu Xian's movements, his thin lips slightly raised, his ink-colored eyes looking at Qian Yu Xian:

  "Are you awake?"

  Qian Yu Xian nodded with difficulty, wanting to sit up, but couldn't muster the strength. Yan Yi knew what Qian Yu Xian wanted to do and bent down to wrap his arms around Qian Yu Xian's waist to help him sit up.

  Qianyu Xian leaned against the headboard, her rose-like red lips parted and finally spat out a word, "Water..."

  Yan Yi's eyes were fixed on Qian Yu Xian, and he raised his pale hand to use his internal energy to suck in the air. A cup of clear water on the tea table flew towards Yan Yi's hand, and as soon as it landed in his palm, he used his internal energy to block all obstacles and prevent a single drop from spilling out.

  Qian Yu Xian was given a cup of water by Yan Yi, and after drinking it, speaking didn't seem so difficult anymore. Looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings, this wasn't Yan Yi's home. With a puzzled expression, she looked at Yan Yi and asked:

  "Where is this?"

  Yan Yi pushed the water cup back onto the tea tray with his internal energy, and Mo Zhu gazed at Qian Yu Xian with a pampered expression. His thin lips slightly curled up, and a gentle, pure voice like a piano sounded:

  "Don't ask so many questions for now, have you felt uncomfortable anywhere?"

  Qian Yu Xian followed Yan Yi's words and felt where she was uncomfortable on her body. Feeling that there was nothing wrong, she replied to Yan Yi:

  "It's just that I feel weak all over, everything else is fine."

  Yan Yi stretched out his hand and touched Qian Yu Xian, his ink-colored eyes revealing a pampered expression. Suddenly, they turned icy cold again, but the corners of his lips were still slightly raised, giving off a completely different flavor from before. This smile was very dangerous, like the Asura from hell smiling at you.

  "You rest here for a while and don't run around everywhere."

  Yan Yi stood up and said to Wen Feng who was standing three feet away, with a slight smile on his thin lips that looked quite menacing, "Wen Feng, we'll meet that person."

  Yan Yi walked towards the entrance, every step seemed to be floating, elegant and noble. Wen Feng walked forward and bowed slightly to Qian Yu Xian, then chased after Yan Yi.